Elena Gilbert was the girl everyone loved. Morticia Gilbert was the girl everyone feared. Twins by blood. Strangers by choice. While Elena grew up surrounded by love, Morticia was raised in the shadows of Augustine, where experiments, monsters, and broken promises shaped her into something the world was never meant to see. Now, Mystic Falls only knows one version of the story-and Elena made sure of that. Labeled unstable. Dangerous. Insane. Morticia has spent years wearing the mask everyone expects while hiding the truth about the father who destroyed her and the sister who never believed her. But secrets don't stay buried forever. As vampires, Originals, witches, and hunters collide, the forgotten Gilbert twin is about to remind Mystic Falls why monsters aren't always born. Sometimes, they're made.

Six years ago, Dean Winchester fell in love. Then, without warning, she walked away. Rebecca Carter was supposed to be a closed chapter. A memory. A girl from a small town Dean never expected to see again. Smart, stubborn, and impossible to forget, she was one of the few people Dean ever allowed himself to imagine a future with. But six years is a long time. People change. Lives move on. And hunters don't get the luxury of looking back. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. When an ordinary hunt brings the Winchester brothers back to a place Dean hasn't thought about in years, old memories begin to surface, and questions long buried refuse to stay buried. As strange coincidences begin to pile up and the lines between past and present start to blur, Dean finds himself chasing answers to questions he never thought he'd ask again. Because some endings don't stay finished. Some secrets refuse to stay hidden. And sometimes, the past has a way of finding you.

"He's a Ghost." "I don't believe in Ghosts." "You will soon enough." °·°·°·°·°·°·°·° Sometimes you don't believe in Ghosts until you become one. *Oh god, the amount of grammar mistakes I have are embarrassing. Not too noticeable if you read at 3am with one sleepy brain cell. It was my first fic at 15, have some mercy. Not beta read because I will die a strong woman.* #1 in Bucky on February 23, 2019 #1 in Barnes on May 10,2018 #1 in Civil War on July 25, 2018 #7 in Steve Rogers on August 2, 2018

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠, 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠. 𝑌𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. . . . . . . She created the world. She wrote every tragedy, every betrayal, every monster. Then she woke up inside it. Stranded in the pages of her own story with no memory of who she is, the author finds herself hunted by the one person who remembers everything: the villain she created. He despises her. To him, she's the cruel god who scripted every loss, every wound, every piece of suffering he was forced to endure. Now that she's trapped in his world, he finally has the chance to make her pay. But she hates him, too. She just can't remember why. As forgotten truths begin to surface, the line between creator and creation blurs. If she's really the author, then why does this world feel as though it was hiding secrets even from her? And if the villain's revenge is justified, what kind of monster was she before she lost her memories? In a world where every ending was once hers to write, she'll have to decide whether to rewrite the story or become another victim of it.