Lizzie led Landon down the hallway, giving him a quick tour of the place before they went to go find Josie and Rafael.

"If I hadn't agreed, what would have happened?" Landon asked, curiously.

Lizzie looked at him for a moment. "You would have been compelled to forget," She answered.

"Compelled?" Landon repeated, confused.

"Ok, you know how we're all supernaturals. Well some of us have more specific skill sets or powers. Take the vamps, for example, they have super speed, super strength, super senses, healing blood, and compulsion, along with the ability to get into people's minds," Lizzie explained. "And most of those things are self-explanatory, however, compulsion is extensionally a Jedi mind trick that works on every person that is human instead of just the weak-minded."

Landon's eyes widened in understanding. "Is there a way to prevent it?"

Lizzie nodded, "There is. The thing with vampires is, there are strengths but along with strengths come- "

"Weaknesses," Landon said, finishing her sentence.

"Yes," Lizzie agreed with a nod.

"What are their weaknesses?"

"Vampires can't be in the sun unless they have a piece of jewelry spelled by a witch to protect them. They have to be invited into a home. They can be killed by stakes, fire, their heart being torn out, head cut off, and a few other things. And there is a plant called vervain that vampires are allergic to and if ingested or is on a human, it can protect against compulsion," Lizzie explained.

"That's..." Landon trailed off, looking like his head was about to explode.

"A lot?" Lizzie finished. "It will get easier, don't worry, thrift shop."

Landon raised his eyebrows at the nickname. "You have a lot of insulting nicknames for me, don't you?"

Lizzie smirked and shrugged. "No offense, but you're easy to make fun of."

Landon snorted. "At least they're better than the names I've heard in high school..."

Damn, he was good at making her feel bad. "Sorry," Lizzie apologized with a wince.

Landon gave Lizzie a startled look. Looking at her confused, he paused in his step.

"Why do you say that like you know what it's like?" He asked, with narrowed eyes.

Lizzie sighed. "I'm bipolar..." She stated, revealing something that shouldn't be known by the rest of the student population but was.

He would learn about it from someone else eventually.

"Oh..." Was Landon's  - oh so elegantly put - reply.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Because of my disorder, I sometimes lose control of my magic, which happens because magic is connected and fueled by your emotions," She said, shrugging.

"Which isn't a great combination to have with a bipolar disorder," Landon said understanding immediately.

And Lizzie was surprised to see no pity in Landon's eyes. Instead, he was looking at her as if a light switch had been flipped in his brain.

"Yeah, and sometimes when I have episodes, I can be a danger to others around me. Which is why I've been called the psycho twin or other names that people come up with And don't forget my favorite, Abomination. That's a fun one," Lizzie said darkly.

"Why would people call you that?" Landon asked, horrified but also confused.

"Oh..." Lizzie said, realizing the problem. She needed to explain that better. "That's not because of my craziness-"

"-You're not crazy," Landon said, interrupting her, and Lizzie blinked in surprise.

"I am, trust me on that," Lizzie said, looking away.

"People who are crazy, don't know that they're crazy," Landon said as a way of argument.

"Valid but I'm a rare case," Lizzie said, looking back at him. "And nothing you say will make me change my mind."

Landon was about to disagree but when he saw the look on Lizzie's face, he decided to let it go for now. But he definitely wasn't going to let it go forever.

"Back to what you said before, about being called an abomination?" Landon said, redirecting the conversation.

"Oh, that's because of my species. My sister and I are considered to be abominations by a majority of witches, although it is better in this school. That doesn't change the fact that there is some bias and dislike towards my kind," Lizzie said with a shrug.

"Why would that matter?" Landon said uncertainty clears.

"Witches can be very uptight and very judgemental and they believe in keeping the balance, yada yada...basically the ancestors, which can speak to the living, believe that siphoners should not exist because it is wrong that we take magic and can not produce our own," Lizzie said, glancing around as they continued along.

"Also, witches consider vampires to be against nature as well, which is why if a witch is turned into one, they no longer have their magic. However, siphoners don't have magic to lose and if we turn into vampires we keep our siphoning ability, and seeing as we can siphon from the vampire side, we become full witches. Who are also vampires and we are called heretics," Lizzie said, as they continued to walk.

"So they don't like you for something that you can't control, that's messed up," Landon said, quietly.

"Tell me about it," Lizzie said, sighing.

"I'm sorry," Landon said after a moment of them walking.

Lizzie shrugged. "It's just how it is," She said, taking him down another hallway.

The two continued their tour for a little while before they headed outside to meet up with Josie and Rafael.

When they spotted the two walking towards them, Josie's face lit up as she spotted Landon beside Lizzie.

"You did it," Josie said, grinning as they reached them.

"Yep, dad officially greenlit Landon's stay," Lizzie replied.

"Seriously?" Rafael asked, face full of joy.

"Mm-hmm," Lizzie nodded, watching the two brothers silently.

Rafael pulled his brother into a hug and the two brothers seemed content for the first in a while.

"So what happened?" Josie asked Lizzie.

"Not a lot, except I did learn that dad sucks at introducing people into the school," Lizzie responded.

"What?" Josie asked, confused.

"I'll tell you later," Lizzie muttered as the brothers turned to them.

"So what's going to happen now?" Rafael asked.

"Well, you're going to have to meet the wolves and we're going to have to set up a training schedule for hipster boy here," Lizzie replied, ignoring Rafael's reaction to the nickname for his brother. "And once that's set up, his padawan training will begin."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie saw Josie choke on thin air as Landon grinned in agreement with her words.

"Jo, you good?" Lizzie asked, innocently.

"Yeah," She croaked, staring at Lizzie in disbelief. "Everything's fine, just fine."

"Great," Lizzie said cheerfully. "Shall we continue the tour?"

They all agreed and they kept walking.

However, after a bit of walking, Lizzie noticed a certain satanic witch in the distance. Lizzie made a split-second decision.

"Hey, guys? I need to go do something, keep walking without me, I'll catch up," Lizzie said and left without giving them a chance to reply.

Lizzie walked over to where she had previously seen Penelope. She walked around, keeping her eyes peeled.

That was when she caught a flash of dark brown hair. Lizzie smirked and hid in the shadows of the building she was next to.

She waited until Penelope was walking past and shot forward, grabbing Penelope's arm and pulling her into the shadows with her, ignoring her shouts of protest.

"Lizzie?! I knew you were insane but what the hell?" Penelope said, angrily.

"I need your help," Lizzie said, ignoring Penelope's words.

"And why would I help you?" Penelope asked, with a sneer.

"Look, satan, I know we don't get along but it's for my sister," Lizzie said, using Penelope's weakness against her.

"What?" Penelope said, pausing

"Yeah...I don't know if you've heard but the election for the honor council is going to happen soon," Lizzie started but Penelope interrupted.

"Let me guess, you want to be it, well-"

Lizzie cut her off. "No," she said, sharply.

"What?" Penelope asked again, staring at Lizzie, looking puzzled.

"I want you to make sure Josie gets the nomination," Lizzie explained.

Penelope just stared. And stared. And stared.

"Why would you do that?" Penelope questioned, looking like the world was ending.

"Because she's my sister and we both know, Josie deserves to be the winner but I want it to be a surprise. We're going to pretend it's me but I want everyone to vote for her. Which shouldn't be hard to convince the others, just remind them that I'm insane and boom bada bang, she wins," Lizzie said with a smirk.

Penelope was silent. "You never do anything for anyone but yourself..." Penelope said, looking confused.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Look, just tell me you'll do it. You can have your existential crisis later,"  She said, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll do it," Penelope said hesitantly. Despite looking like she regretted her entire life.

Lizzie smirked. "Perfect. Pleasure doing business with you," She said, very pleased with herself.

And Lizzie walked away, ignoring the eyes boring into her back.

Lizzie started to walk over to where she knew Josie was leading the brothers when she sensed something strange.

She looked over to the right. What was that?

Lizzie hesitantly began to follow the trail of the strange magic.

She walked for god knows how long before she came upon a building. The armory? Why the hell did whatever that was lead her here?

Lizzie slowly walked up to the entrance, and placed her palm on the door.

She began siphoning, which sent the feeling of electricity up and down her spine. She shook her head as she fought past the high feeling siphoning magic caused.

She whispered an incantation under her breath and the door opened.

She walked forward, her eyes trailing the walls as she followed the magic trail.

When she finally came to a stop, she realized that she was now in the tunnels under the armory.

Lizzie looked around warily. Wondering what pulled her here.

She walked around, confused. But then she spotted a flash of silver.

Lizzie froze. What was that?

She walked forward and knelt beside the silver thing that was buried under the dirt slightly, with only a small piece of it sticking out.

She began to dig it out and when she finally pulled it free, she realized it was a necklace on a silver chain.

But what caught Lizzie's attention was the thing on the chain.

It was the Gemini's zodiac sign.

Lizzie brushed the dirt off the silver piece and paused, feeling something on the back. So Lizzie turned it around so that she could see what that was.

On the back, two letters were engraved into the back of the sign.

M.P.

She narrowed her eyes in confusion. She felt like she was missing something. Were they initials? If so, for what?

Before Lizzie could really start thinking on the subject, her phone buzzed with a message from Josie asking where she was.

She sent a quick reply back, before standing up and deciding to head back.

Lizzie looked down at the necklace and put it over her neck and under her shirt, out of sight.

She would look into it later. But for now, she had a tour to continue.