‘   THE SECRET HISTORY   ’  SENTENCE STARTERS.

☞     ‘   my fatal flaw is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.   ’ ☞     ‘   i gave you credit for a little more savoir faire than that, if you don’t mind my          saying so.   ’ ☞     ‘   beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. quite the contrary. genuine beauty is          always quite alarming.   ’ ☞     ‘   and if beauty is terror, then what is desire ?   ’ ☞     ‘   what’ve you got ?   is that gin ?   where’d you dig that up ?   ’ ☞     ‘   do you have any plans ?    what are you doing for the next forty or fifty years         of your life ?   ’ ☞     ‘   by now my thoughts were so contradictory and disturbing that i could            no longer even speculate, only wonder dumbly at what was taking place          around me.   ’ ☞     ‘   whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.   ’ ☞     ‘   if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that           naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring          our bones, then spit us out reborn.   ’ ☞     ‘   but how ?    how could you possibly justify cold blooded murder ?   ’ ☞     ‘   i prefer to think of it as redistribution of matter.   ’ ☞     ‘   it is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the          world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and           skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own.   ’ ☞     ‘   i’m not particularly happy here, but you’re not particularly happy with where           you are, either  ’ ☞     ‘   beauty, unless she is wed to something more meaningful, is always superficial.   ’ ☞     ‘   love doesn’t conquer anything, and anyone who says it does is a fool.   ’ ☞     ‘   i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.   ’ ☞     ‘   anything is grand if it is done at a large enough scale   ’ ☞     ‘   there is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit         makes. nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and         death  been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people         put so much faith in lies and mutability and death, death, death.   ’ ☞     ‘   in short: i felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.   ’ ☞     ‘   i suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.   ’ ☞     ‘   any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.   ’ ☞     ‘   all those layers of silence on silence.   ’ ☞     ‘   not quite what one expected, but one realizes it couldn’t have happened         any other way.   ’ ☞     ‘   what are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy ?   light shining from a          dead star ?   ’ ☞     ‘   how about a kiss for your jail bird brother ?   ’ ☞     ‘   she was like a reverie to me.   ’ ☞     ‘   we think we have many desires, but we in fact have one: to live. to live forever.   ’ ☞     ‘   in this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and         there like figures from an allegory, or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten         garden party.   ’ ☞     ‘   i’m not dead. i’m only having a bit of trouble with my passport.   ’

‘   THE SECRET HISTORY   ’  SENTENCE STARTERS.

☞     ‘   my fatal flaw is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.   ’ ☞     ‘   i gave you credit for a little more savoir faire than that, if you don’t mind my          saying so.   ’ ☞     ‘   beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. quite the contrary. genuine beauty is          always quite alarming.   ’ ☞     ‘   and if beauty is terror, then what is desire ?   ’ ☞     ‘   what’ve you got ?   is that gin ?   where’d you dig that up ?   ’ ☞     ‘   do you have any plans ?    what are you doing for the next forty or fifty years         of your life ?   ’ ☞     ‘   by now my thoughts were so contradictory and disturbing that i could            no longer even speculate, only wonder dumbly at what was taking place          around me.   ’ ☞     ‘   whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.   ’ ☞     ‘   if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that           naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring          our bones, then spit us out reborn.   ’ ☞     ‘   but how ?    how could you possibly justify cold blooded murder ?   ’ ☞     ‘   i prefer to think of it as redistribution of matter.   ’ ☞     ‘   it is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the          world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and           skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own.   ’ ☞     ‘   i’m not particularly happy here, but you’re not particularly happy with where           you are, either  ’ ☞     ‘   beauty, unless she is wed to something more meaningful, is always superficial.   ’ ☞     ‘   love doesn’t conquer anything, and anyone who says it does is a fool.   ’ ☞     ‘   i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.   ’ ☞     ‘   anything is grand if it is done at a large enough scale   ’ ☞     ‘   there is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit         makes. nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and         death  been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people         put so much faith in lies and mutability and death, death, death.   ’ ☞     ‘   in short: i felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.   ’ ☞     ‘   i suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.   ’ ☞     ‘   any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.   ’ ☞     ‘   all those layers of silence on silence.   ’ ☞     ‘   not quite what one expected, but one realizes it couldn’t have happened         any other way.   ’ ☞     ‘   what are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy ?   light shining from a          dead star ?   ’ ☞     ‘   how about a kiss for your jail bird brother ?   ’ ☞     ‘   she was like a reverie to me.   ’ ☞     ‘   we think we have many desires, but we in fact have one: to live. to live forever.   ’ ☞     ‘   in this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and         there like figures from an allegory, or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten         garden party.   ’ ☞     ‘   i’m not dead. i’m only having a bit of trouble with my passport.   ’

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“Treacherous poets will swear to you time and time again that the sunset is only beautiful because there is going to be a last one. By your current expression I would deduce you share my belief that they are just ragingly jealous of the other side.” Tristan comments, subtly amused as he stops so she can center her attention on the fall of the sun. Seemingly more interested in her reactions than in the sunset itself considering the focus of his gaze.

“Are you prone to daydreaming? To vivid imaginations of how your life would be if a number of radically different, improbable and daring roads are taken? Now there are all within your grasp. The world will change. Merciless and unrelenting. But it is courtesy of these never-ending twists and turns that you will always be gifted with something new to be fascinated and captivated by. This ever-altering playground. So perfectly dazzling and terrible in countless ways.” He muses at her side. A distant aura of hidden, pondering nostalgia encircling him for a brief moment before he approaches her other question.

“I created a surprisingly small and select group of vampires by bestowing my blood. My own sire imposed a cruel, abominable burden over my beginning and perhaps in symbolical retribution I made a point out of only personally turning someone when they were unforgettable and unrepeatable enough as to concede them a significant portion of my attention until they were ready to leave the nest, so to speak. Bright fireflies turned into stars. You shouldn’t fear loneliness. You can be part of the lives of others as much as you were before. And you will have the chance to invite others to join you if you can’t bear the thought of their parting. Most of us adopt at least one constant for our eternity. Those we wouldn’t care to brave the forevermore without. My sister, in my case.” Tristan adds with the changing lights of a fading day.

“As for your interested romantic side…What exactly are you envisioning?” He consulted while offering the shadow of a complicit smirk. “Classic promises of passionate, eternal love and the certainty of mutual belonging? The ecstatic, incomparable intimacy of blood-sharing when two souls dance as one? A mysterious couple of shadows reigning over the night everywhere and relishing in the endless whims of their hearts together? Yes. Complicated as love usually is, those things exist and all yours for the taking. Along with many, many others blissful marvels for you to discover. It truly doesn’t look like such a tortuous existence under the right light, does it?”

“I was never one for poetry. They make life to be either a total misery or a bliss.“ Life was neither. Life was smack down in the middle with some of those unlucky ones to experience both of them all over again. Blue eyes look at the sunset as if it was her very first. It’s bright and colorful, void as it lets room for the night but never truly empty. Not inside of her. She would swear if she focuses enough she could hear how the world moves around them. 

Immortality seem like a burden in other aspects. He gives a good speech sales, she gives him that, eyes still focusing on the sunset, the colors changing into orange and deep red, as the night soon became around them. “I know you and the Originals have a complicated history.” And that is putting it mildly. “But I always thought that their always and forever promise was very fitting for what I feel. You have your sister, I would like for my sister to stay with me forever.” But she isn’t sure Josie would want to become a heretic. Josie would probably want to stay as she is, and live her best life. “But I want that for romance as well.” Even if her past romantic adventures were nothing but trouble. 

One can only imagine how the adventure of vampire love would make of her. Lizzie looks back at him, a smile on her lips, fingers brushing blonde strays of hair from her forehead. There should be a bruise in there but instead, there is nothing. Flawless skin. “An epic love so bright it consumes me. Eternity by someone’s side, and never get bore.” Sebastian had promised that, but right now, that wouldn’t be a thing with them. For all she knows, he is good as dead. “It’s only torturous if you don’t have the right guidance. And I have you.” MG would say she is having her very own vampire sensei. And that wouldn’t be more fitting.

There is a pause before she speaks again, lips dry, her throat burning increasing with each moment. “I think it’s time. My throat. . .it feels like it’s closing in.” And in the distance, she could heartbeats. Pounding heart against living breathing chests.

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

I’m keeping my lizzie a heretic because the show is too weak to do it

I’m keeping my lizzie a heretic because the show is too weak to do it

lordofthestrix‌: ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ ᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛᴇʟ.

“One step at a time, being that the case” He advises, not of their march but of her concerns as the first one began. “Focus on the now. You’ll have plenty of opportunity for family reassurances and for me to more effectively pretend I’m not dreaming of every medieval torture in my repertoire the more you explain him to me.” At least he certainty hoped so. Obviousness like this was beneath him

“Blood bags weren’t listed on the menu until the middle of the 20th century. I never acquired much of a taste for them beyond survival settings and occasional practicality. The artificial heating produces an unpleasant aftertaste. Not to mention our kind of thirst is far too profound to be disrespected and treated like any other urge. Although during our Christmas festivities the Strix used to serve a delectably exquisite mulled wine mixed with spices and blood. I suppose that’s similar enough. What else, dear interviewer?” He encourages conversationally.

“You are habituated to receive your instruction regarding the supernatural in the form of high-school lessons, correct? Lets discover if I missed my calling as a teacher. Vampire Feeding 101…The hunt for the cake” Tristan amicably improvises, Still carefully intending with every choice to steer her direction a bit more to the side of wondrous novelties and less to the excruciating and hellish hangover changing her very being as they spoke. It was a fickle balance from what he was still able to recall.

“A tragedy took place. Your ten years old self has been punished an exiled from the dinning table just before the arrival of her favorite dessert. The girl who is contented with obediently marching to bed? That’s the vampire who desperately denies herself every ounce of their new instincts. Sometimes even out of misguided nobility. But when you delude yourself into believing that the hunger is a beast separated from you then that’s precisely what it will become. And it will frenetically roar and fight for control until you are robbing the local bakery. Then you have the girl who would take a knife and mercilessly stab her friends and family on her way to the kitchen. That’s the vampire anxious to show the world she is nothing but her new instincts. Just as deluded and ill-advised in the long run. What you should strive for is the girl that would hide behind the curtain to trick her half-blind aunt. The one who would enlist her sister’s assistance and extort her annoying cousin into keeping silence and causing a distraction in her way to the prize. For a vampire intending to survive, cunning, resourcefulness, wits, decisiveness and imagination are as transcendental as strength, speed and compulsion. And a true vampire always gets whatever treat he yearns for. Tell me. Do you have an inclination once the need arrives? Packed or natural?”

IT’S FASCINATING. she wonders why her classes aren’t more like this, to bring vampires who are older than a few years or decades to tell the new generations how to behave. If anything, all she hears are wonders, then again, one of her best friends is part of the original family of vampires and had been a legend through centuries. Tristan, with all of his suits and ties, was a thousand years old of wisdom and planning, a man who not only created his brand but helped witches, those like her, even when they don’t have the full believe in who they are. And for that, he deserves her whole attention. 

It’s a wild metaphor that gets the point across. Wild blue eyes look to her side and thinks on the question he presents. “Natural, I feel. I just don’t want to hurt anyone.” Kill them, mostly. He doesn’t want to kill anyone to live like she does. “I can still drink from the vein and not kill someone.” It doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive. How odd that she is talking about this type of things with him, as if it was another sunday stroll through the park. But she has other questions. Deeper ones, if you could say that. “How do you cope with the passage of time? Or being around vampires just made that. . .go away?” 

She guesses, that time is the essence of vampirism. It becomes everything and nothing at the same time. Lizzie will never grow old, skin flawless as it is now, eternal youth, while the world changes and move around her. People will grow old and die, but she will stay. “I mean, have you ever turned someone to be with them forever? Some of that romantic Gothic sentiment.”  It’s what Sebastian had told her. And at the time, it sounded very tempting. To spend her eternity with a man who adored her. Oh how foolish she was.

Lizzie tugs gently on his arm, eyes looking to the side as she sees the sky before them. As promised, a sunset was begining to happen. And it left her breathless.

                                  𝕊ℍ𝔼 𝕀𝕊 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻 & 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊. independent account for Riverdale’s OC, Amy Andrews, daughter of Frank Andrews and cousin of Archie.                                                                written by claudia. 

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“It truly must be a catastrophic day if lacking an excuse to acquire new jewelry constitutes your current highlight.” Tristan notices by responding in reflection to her fading smile.

“I confess I played with the idea of offering. One or two years into the future. Once you have found a more certain footing in the world and conviction on what you expected out of it. If I may employ a small fragment of what I like to believe would have been a persuasive sales pitch…There are certain flowers that bloom ever more splendidly on the fields of eternity. My certainty that you could be one of such isn’t lessen by circumstance. One way or another we are hardly ever in control of our beginnings. Prey and predator are equally thrown into the restless evening in blindness, incertitude and terror. But no chain, shackle or fate can mold us against our will, Elizabeth. What we make of the night is entirely up to us.” His voice lowers as he speaks in intentional invitation for her to focus on what almost were whispers so the noise outside potentially intruded to a smaller degree.

“The exterior would be better. Walls will only offer each electric bulb as an unbearable honeycomb soon enough. If you are already here, you might as well be amazed by it.” He invites in reassuring certainty. Gallantly and fervently opening an act with the implied grandeur of a thousand possibilities in an attempt to cheer her mood. “Let me show you a sunset with vibrant shades and colors you have never seen before. The wind visiting your arms like individual particles blissfully tickling against your skin. Oh and the stars…You will swear that you have never contemplated the stars before. We can walk and you can tell me the motives of the senseless imbecile if you wish or need to talk about it. Or you can ask whatever you long to know. Once the hunger makes its act of introduction you will realize you have nothing to fear in that regard. Strange as it might sound the craving to satiate it will visit you more naturally than breathing. I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone in the process if that’s what you desire. Does that sound agreeable?”

“And I would’ve said yes. If only.“ Oh how she wishes she could turn back time and realize her mistake. How did she not felt the difference in the wine laced with blood? Always the knight, the vampire has a way with words that make Lizzie truly believe everything he say. She focuses on his words, a whisper, and yet, she hears them perfectly. She would mock him, openly feeling good and safe around him, how utterly ironic, but she doesn’t. Because she hopes that his words are true, and sometimes it seems he has a better grasp of her potential than herself. 

A new way to see the world. “Oh God, I have to tell my parents.” They were going to freak out about this. Not even that would make her mother come back though, or maybe it would. If she completes her transition, she would be like her uncle, a heretic, and that meant that the Merge would no longer take place and both her and her sister would live. ”I would like that.” Because she trust him to make sure she doesn’t make a mess out of herself. It’s enough to make her stand up from the place she had been moping on her own, skin paler than usual, bags in her eyes. The change is coming in soon, and she wanted someone of trust to guide her.

“His motives are. . .complicated. He confused me with his past lover Cassandra.“ And god, how she hated when he called her Cassandra instead of herself.  “He lost her, killed by those who feared her, so he wanted me to turn into a vampire with him. But he didn’t saw me.“ He saw Cassandra. It’s natural, as she reaches over to lock her arm with his own, the promise of a last sunset before her life would change. “But I don’t wish to think about him, at least for now.“ Because her own emotions are complicated and she doesn’t want to let her emotions run that high, not now. 

So instead, she focuses on him, and the questions she has in her mind. “How do you prefer to drink blood? I know most students drink blood bags but a friend of mine had always been an advocate about straight from the vein, I always thought it was a load of crap. Until now.”

lordofthestrix‌: ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ ᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛᴇʟ .

Glacial eyes are the ones wielding the role of inquisitor. After a few centuries most answers are plain to see on someone’s features.“I’m going to end his pitiful existence.” But this time his feelings on the matter are just as immediately crystalline once he reaches the deductions on the who and the lingering question concerning the degree of choice she had on the matter. “That pathetic excuse for a suitor of yours. I’m going to ravage him into a myriad pieces. Each one bleeding, screeching and begging for the sweet mercy of death.”

From where the cold, vehement wrath emanated he isn’t entirely certain. Perhaps it is empathy over the tragedy of a lamentable sire. Perhaps, on a rare occurrence for him, he grew more overly protective and fond of the first voice that talked and schemed with him after the missing years of darkened waves than what he had came to realize until now. In any case and in spite of what he would have proclaimed as a mastered sense of self-control it takes him a few seconds to finally conjure a more proper greeting.

“Do not worry about aything. I’m glad you reached for me. A lonely remnant miraculously spared from a lost bloodline is a peculiar choice compared to a picturesque institution that sounds practically made to attend cases such as this but I trust that you have your reasons. I’ll be honored to be your unconventional means. Today and any day.” He approached in studious evaluation. “You’ll have to forgive me for the eye-rolling cliche but…You are going to conquer this Elizabeth Saltzman. No thirst for now, I’m guessing? Has your senses began buzzing? How are you feeling?”

“Well, if you do that, I would like to watch.“ Because what she did wasn’t enough during their trip, he had been dissected and from what she can tell, he surely is up and about. It’s funny, how he can ease her as he talks of torturing the  one guy who broke her heart and whose blood now was forcing her hand into a choice. Deep down she knows her choice, for she doesn’t want to live, the image of her mom, who was her age and had lived through it all. Her mom, by some miracle got to have children, got to improve as a person.

Yes he was a peculiar choice. She could’ve called anyone, but when it comes to experience, she is sure he is greater than most. “Is it odd to say by now that I trust you? If anything,  I would’ve preferred it was you who did the turning.” That way she would feel better about herself. It doesn’t do wonders to her mental health to have a boy betray her because she was a fool for not hearing her father’s warnings. She limits herself to smile, however brief. “No. My head feels like splitting and I can hear everything.” Sure Kaleb and MG had said to her that they felt everything but she never thought she would experience it. 

But she doesn’t feel the thirst yet, but her hand reaches throat. “There is an itching there. I figure I have just a couple of moments before it begins to grow.” And then it would begin that need to drink human blood. And her choice should be made. “I know what my choice is. But I’m not sure I can go through it. I mean, human blood.” Be it from the source or a blood bag, it would feel strange. “But hey, at least I don’t need a daylight ring, so, that’s something.”

lordofthestrix  ; ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ ᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛᴇʟ & ʟɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ.

ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ. she had thought about it ever since she knew about the merge. about what would happen when the twins did the ritual, how she would loose. but her choice was taken from her by a guy she trusted. a guy she thought loved her. his blood in her veins now, Lizzie knew she had a choice to make. She didn’t just studied the effects of blood in a blood system, but she knows the feeling in her throat, the burning sensation, the feeling that everything is too loud, too heavy.

She isn’t sure she would be able to do this. Like Aunt Val, she would be a heretic, but she fears the consequences. Her mental state, her bipolar disorder would only be hyphened by the emotions and she is fearful. And always, like a dark knight in a shiny business suit, Tristan shows up, as she holds the necklace infused with magic he had given her. He appears and she sighs. “You go my text.” She figured she would tell him the news. She would still keep her magic, but heretics are rare, like hybrids. The supernatural world wouldn’t be kind.

“I didn’t know who else to ask. I haven’t told anyone yet.“ But her sister surely would know. And her dad, god her dad,  and her mom. She would be the same age as her mom, forever. “Surely you are busy and babysitting someone in transition isn’t how you pictured your afternoon, right?”

restingpout; ᴊᴏꜱɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ & ʟɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ.

"ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴊᴏ ᴊᴏ." and she isn’t sure how she found her sister. there is a ringing in her ear, a pounding in her chest. she followed the ever unknown link between the twins. she doesn’t notice the change at first; how Josie looks confident and proud, how her hair is different now, the whole of her sister’s aura feels different. She remembers vaguely, the rush of power that came through her and knocked her over. she was feeling heavy and she knew the signs.           “Did you do dark magic?” she whispers, weak from the crash, her mind with the unconscious vampire body in the back of the car and the blood in her system. “holy shit, how much did you take?” mumbled words as a hand reaches for the blood in her forehead. She is fearing the worst. 

ripperprisoned ; ᴊᴀᴅᴇ & ʟɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ.

“Oh my god.“  ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. she isn’t sure what is going on, her head spinning after the car accident, she doesn’t know how to feel, her senses are numb and she fears the worst, that her choice was taken from her by the accident, by Sebastian feeding her blood. And now, she sees a ghost from the past. Growing up, she had admired the boldness of the young woman before her. When she left school, Lizzie had been young but she molded herself into the HBIC attitude and loving person she is because of Jade.           But now she sees that her dad had more secrets he let on; students from the school were trapped into the prison world. “I can’t believe you had a partnership with my crazy uncle.“ Crazy is a strong word, all things consider. “Where is my sister?” And the siphoner witch still feels her head spinning from the crash, her danger senses not going off.

𝟚𝕏𝟙𝟚 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃.💘💘                       like for a episode-based episode, might contain spoilers for the end of it all!

𝟚𝕏𝟙𝟚 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃.💘💘                       like for a episode-based episode, might contain spoilers for the end of it all!

ok but let’s talk about how lizzie’s accident and possible turn into a heretic is a direct consequence of josie being consumed by dark magic? because the moment josie let the dark magic inside, lizzie felt it and she passed out.

𝟚𝕏𝟙𝟚 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃.💘💘                       like for a episode-based episode, might contain spoilers for the end of it all!