I Know You Don’t Believe In This, In Us, Yet. But You Will. Oh, I’ve Been Looking For Someone Like

of course, lizzie thought that josie and hope brought her back, the three of them made a promise the night before the merge. to find a way to bring back whomever lost the merge and never stop trying. hope and josie did their best, dove into some terrifying magic in the process, but never managed to find any light at the end of the tunnel. holding her twin tightly, she took in the others smell and touch. something she yearned for since the last time the two held hands and prepared for the worst 3 years ago. shaking her head softly, the siphoner bit her lip as tears welled once again. "no, no we didn't. we tried lizzie, but no spell could bring you back and it broke the two of us."

that was summing it up nicely, she thought as she pulled away and looked into her sisters eyes. "lizzie i am so sorry, i failed you and i'll never forgive myself for it." this should've been a happier reunion, but the last 3 years had been hell for josie. she stopped enjoying things, only talking to people when it was required to then go home, alone. she was a shell of a person and even though their parents tried hard to get her back on track, josie would always find a way to fall off again. "i've honestly been a spinster since that night." she admitted.

hearing her sisters voice, her eyes shot open and the grin spread across her lips. “i mean, you do have a point, it is why you were always the smart one.” she grinned as she watched Josie. a sense of calmness washed over Lizzie. it felt amazing to hold Josie again. pulling back ever so slightly, fingers brushed away her sister tears. “well there is only one lizzie saltzman, so of course it’s really me.” she spoke, eyes examining Josie.

“why are you so shocked I’m here?” a knot forming in her stomach, the realisation that maybe josie and hope didn’t have any part in this. “surely you knew I would be back..”

MELISSA BARRERA as samantha carpenter in scream 6 (2023)

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“We can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there’s drama, and then you two both realize I’m very capable of looking after myself.”

being a new vampire was never easy, the transition took a lot of willpower and determination. something that you're still learning to acquire in your twenties. so hayley had a feeling charlie wasn't handling it well, hearing stories of him spending nights drunk on the street. she wanted to stop him sooner, but also knew how she had been during her transition. it wouldn't matter what someone said, all you want to do is wallow, but she felt her son had done enough of that. her eyes followed the drink, as it passed from the bartender to his lips, the hybrids chest grew heavy. shaking her head softly, she turned to face her son. "no, that's not it. something else is wrong but i can't put my finger on it yet."

honestly none of it really mattered right now, all she cared about was charlie's mental health. "mind if i ask how many drinks you've had tonight?" her voice was soft and gentle, hoping he would understand that she wasn't trying to interrogate. hayley's goal wasn't to make him feel bad, instead to just get a tiny glimpse into what was going on in his mind.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders at the sound of his mother's voice behind him. Observing the lively crowd engaged in conversation and dancing to the music, he acknowledged that the sole reason for his presence was the allure of free alcohol. His mask proved to be a valuable shield, concealing his emotions as he seamlessly merged with the festive atmosphere. "People are having too much fun," he quietly mumbled while accepting a drink from the bartender. Aware that his response may not have been what his mother expected, he felt indifferent towards her opinion at that moment.

eleanor wasn't sure where to go tonight, with nikolas remaining at arms length and her family so caught up in her return, it felt as if nothing was right. sure being back from the dead wasn't right or normal either, but to be treated like such a fragile piece of art, well it made the young woman anxious. the feeling never left her, it seemed once she crawled out of the grave, she was destined to feel out of place in the world. possibly because she didn't belong here anymore. none of it made sense, so she made her way to the outside area of the venue and took in a the fresh air. only coming back to reality when a voice filled the silence.

tilting her head to the other, she opened her eyes and furrowed her brows. trying to think what answer would be best. bolting felt like the best option. yet, her feet stayed planted on the ground. "honestly, i can't answer that. i want to leave this ball so badly. get away from everyone and just be, but i don't want to worry people anymore."

↷ open ╳ @inaducursehqstarters ↷ muse playing ╳ andrew salvatore ↷ location ╳ vaso bar and venue (bywater ) ↷ event ╳ enchanted evening masquerade

the redhead was still on edge after drinking from his father , damon . the limitation of blood was starting to get to him . he didn't want to feed on anyone else because he didn't want to hurt them , but that didn't changed the fact that his craving for the taste often danced on his tongue . however, andrew knew that his father would give him another hit before the night was done so he decided to think about something else for a change . " should we dance like we belong or ditch this place ? " andrew approached the other .

the confession made her frown, but not because she was upset. there was just so much happening at once, for all of them and the demon couldn't stop any of it. "oh baby, that's a lot to deal with at once. how are you feeling?" gabriela was so grateful that tyler was there. even if he also changed, having her father there must've been a comfort to mariana. they'd seen tyler's change a few times, it took a few years before he felt comfortable enough. she would've waited forever because being there for that felt special. he allowed her into such a personal space and it made her love him even more. "if you want i can be there next time."

The young Mariana Lockwood decided to sit up a little as she listened to her mother. "I'm safe now, Momma, but there's something I need to tell you," she admitted, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She wanted to confess to the older woman that she had turned, but she wasn't sure how her mother would react. “It's okay, Momma, really it is," Mariana said, trying to reassure herself as she braced for her mother's response. "I-I had to turn, I-I'm a werewolf. Papa saw me turn," she finally confessed, looking down, frightened of her mother's reaction.

eleanor was still getting used to being alive, so even though she felt beautiful in the dress, she was also filled with nervousness. the only people she'd been around were her family and fiancee. people who looked at her like a fragile doll. so maybe this party was a good thing, she could wear a mask and pretend to not be some dead girl. yet when walking into the room, she felt instantly embarrassed, a feeling that hasn't left since crawling out of her grave. even when nikolas would shower her with kind words, it felt as if they just passed through her body. lost in worrying thoughts, she didn't even notice that someone stepped on her toe. "oh gosh! no don't worry! i wasn't even aware i was standing near someone, this place is beautiful but terrifying."

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she felt awkward, social interaction was something she didn’t like, but forced social interaction in a dress, that was making blossom feel more uncomfortable than anything. the voices in her head telling her that something was going to happen and maybe that made the unknown banshee even more uncomfortable. she stepped back from where she was standing, instantly regretting it as she could feel herself tread on the other persons toe. “oh..shit..”she murmured, more to herself. turning she look at the other, stupid masks, made it impossible to know fully who the other person was. “really sorry for treading on your toes..really need to think where I step.”

josie wiped the tears falling onto hope's cheek with her finger, doing her very best to be gentle and caring. the two of them didn't even really need to say anything, all of it had been said once they looked in each others eyes, but it still felt good to say it. for the siphoner, it felt as if the apology was long required, she'd write hope notes all the time only to burn them with the flick of her wrist. shaking her head slowly, she rested her palm on her sisters cheek and smiled. "me neither....what's worse is she isn't here in my head anymore and i can't seem to figure out why. she used to be there in the back of mind, but for the past few weeks, i can't feel her anymore."

taking a deep breath, she placed both hands on her lap. wanting to mention that even though lizzie wasn't in her mind, she was still felt. yet, there was a fear that mentioning it would send them on some mission only for the same outcome. so instead, she kept it to herself, waiting until she had proof. "did your mom come visit you in europe after i left? i'd hate to hear that you were alone..."

she'd toss and turn about it for months, unable to pick up the phone and call in fear of hearing the sorrow in the others voice. josie felt like a coward as she sat next to hope, it made her skin burn.

THE TRIBID HELD ON to her sister for dear life, pressing the siphoner to her as she felt her self exhale. being without josie for all of this time had proven to be ONE of the most heartbreaking things that had happened in her life time, the distance between them had been like losing a part of her soul and with such a large part of it gone already ( it had been buried with lizzie ) she hadn't been sure that she could make it through. the phrase ' there is always light at the end of a tunnel ' had begun to sound so incredibly cliche to her, that any mention of ' hope ' outside of her name felt like a SICK joke. and maybe she was too young to be so pessimistic but what else could she be? she had failed at keeping her PROMISE. and not just to josie, but lizzie too. failure did not settle well ⸺ call it a fallacy of being young, but maybe she'd bought into her own hype if only for a moment that staggeringly annoying confidence that ran in her family, had taken the limelight only to become extinguished just as fast as it was lit. she was EMBARRASED, and ashamed all reasons that stopped her from seeking josie out sooner. " there's nothing to forgive. " she assured the other, as she pulled back, hands placed on both of her arms, as she feared that the brunette would disappear as soon as she let go. " i shouldn't have... " a pause, tears formed in ocean colored eyes, and for once hope allowed them to fall. " i shouldn't have PROMISED what i couldn't keep. " she shook her head. " i'm so, sorry jo... " the disappointment in her tone was more than present, in fact it could be seen reflected in her the way she held herself. " i just can't... get used to a WORLD where she isn't here. "

josie blushed softly at kayas compliment, a warmth rushing through her body as they continued to dance. they'd seen each other often, kaya had a an odd relationship with hope due to who their parents were. something that the siphoner decided to stay out of, but she also enjoyed the others company. a lot of people their age, simply watched the trio exsist and stayed on the sidelines. something she completely understood because the bond was pretty scary. yet, she longed to be out of the codependency of it all. wanting to have her own type of life where she could be completely herself. "thanks, with lizzie back it just doesn't feel like that part of me is missing anymore. it's like i can start over and experience something other than grief."

the confession felt so weird to say out loud, the music turning into a slower song. with wide eyes, josie looked for any signs that kaya wanted out and couldn't seem to notice one, so instead she placed her hands on the others waist and smiled. "would you still like to dance?"

"You too! I mean, you look beautiful too." Why was Kaya so nervous? Or maybe she was just tipsier than she thought. Now all she could think about was whether or not her hands were too clammy. "It's nice to see you, and you seem like you're doing really good." Kaya had often felt like an outsider with the twins and Hope, their close knit family bond was great, and she'd never wanted to intrude on their time together. Now that she and Hope had become good friends, however, maybe there was space now, to befriend Lizzie and Josie a bit more, as well.

hearing faith's voice pulled the siphoner out of her bad mood, a sigh of relief left her lips as she began picking up the papers on the floor. shaking her head with a giggle, josie looked up at her sister with a grin. "you're right this would be ten times worse if these papers were wet." placing what was needed in a folder, she got up and flattened out the edges of her skirt. grabbing the papers in the blondes hand, she tilted her head with a smile. "work was, well it was awful and i didn't sleep last night so i'm on edge, sorry about that."

there’s an ‘oof’ when the two collide, and faith’s attention immediately turns to the paper cup in her hand which she tries to balance out of spilling its content over. thankfully, the misfortune ends with her sister’s flying papers. “could be worse,” faith offers as she kneels down to help pick up some papers with her free hand, “i could’ve spilled your drink all over.” she lets a small laugh out.