Lizzie stared out at the horizon wondering where everything went wrong. The chaos of everything that had happened in such a small amount of time hasn't seemed to set in yet.

On one side of things, she was now officially 18 years old. Officially an adult, which was something she'd been looking forward to for so long. But without Josie, it wasn't the same.

On the other, the Necromancer was finally dead after many failed attempts.

But so was Josie, who died in the attempt to defeat him the first time. All because of a miscalculation.

Lizzie felt a bitter smile appear on her face. Losing Josie had destroyed them all, but it also gave them the strength to win. But was it worth it?

When Josie died, Lizzie felt like the last part of herself that was stable collapsed.

It was like she didn't know who she was anymore. And her dad was of no help. All he did nowadays was get blackout drunk.

Not that Lizzie could blame him. He lost his daughter, but Lizzie still needed her dad. Maybe that was why she was going off the rails?

And let's not forget the fact that Lizzie had a ton of blood on her hands from all the fights against the Necromancer but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

They were nothing to her...

They stood in her way of revenge and she couldn't stand for that.

A part of her knew that there was something wrong with her but when wasn't there?

She remembered the conversation she overheard of Emma talking to her dad.

Ms. Tig had apparently been watching her very closely, which let's be real, she was stalking her.

Anyways, apparently, when Lizzie lost her sister, something in her mind broke and she essentially turned off her emotions as a way to cope.

Wasn't that wonderful?

Lizzie didn't fucking know what that meant. How can someone turn their emotions off? Since when was that a thing? Sure, vampires could do it but she wasn't a vampire.

From what she could understand, the last bit of empathy she had left said peace out.

Also, Lizzie's so-called dark side was now very apparent.

And to quote Ms. Tig's diagnosis, "Lizzie finds causing pain in others to be an outlet or release ". Although she wanted to, Lizzie couldn't deny that.

Seeing as barely a week ago, Lizzie snapped Alyssa Chang's arm for simply mentioning Josie and the pain she caused did make her feel better.

And could anyone really blame her? It was like watching the person you despise most, getting what they deserve.

To the relief of the other, Hope had been there to calm her down before she did something far worse. Like ending her miserable existence.

Speaking of Hope. It was obvious that she was struggling with everything that had happened.

Not that Lizzie could blame her. Hope lost Landon - Malivore's a bitch and once the two were no longer attached - Landon was dead. This all happened right after Josie was killed, so Hope was not having a good time.

Let's also not forget Hope's hero complex that was devastated that she couldn't protect Josie or Landon. This, of course, led to her attaching herself at the hip to Lizzie herself.

Most likely because she was terrified that she wouldn't be able to protect her as well.

Lizzie sighed, breathing in the fresh air.

A part of her wondered, what was going to come of the future.

There would be no merge. So that was no longer an issue. God, that sounded morbid.

'Yay, my sister is dead. Now I don't have to worry about dying in the merge!' Lizzie thought, sarcastically.

What would her life be now? Who the hell knows. Would she become a heretic like her dear uncle?

It would allow her to stay with Hope, once she activated her vampire side. But what would she become if she turned? A monster?

Then again, she kind of already was one.

And while Lizzie knew that this wasn't what her sister wanted for her, she had always been far too much like her uncle for her own good.

She knew that. Her parents knew that. Hell, even Josie and Hope knew that.

It was written in her DNA in a way it wasn't for Josie.

Sure, Josie had a dark side but Josie, in the end, was good.

All the things Josie did was because of the black magic and the reason she even used that type of magic were good reasons.

Like when she blasted the Oni out of her. Or when she broke the sandclock, so that they could escape the prison world that their uncle almost killed them in by breaking his connection to it.

Lizzie looked down at her hands. She started playing with her fingers distractedly as her thoughts turned to her dear-not-so-dead-but-also-very-psychotic-uncle.

In all honesty, her feelings involving him were very messed up and confused. He had done so many messed up things, but at the same time, their similarities always made themselves clear to her.

Besides, he had actually saved her life after her sister died. Shocking, right?

Her uncle, who had tried to kill her multiple times, had saved her life. There was an irony there.

- A few months ago -

Lizzie and Josie were running with no direction in mind, except for far away from where they had just been.

Their plan to kill the Necromancer had completely failed. And if they wanted to survive they had to get as far away as possible from his home base.

They ran through the trees, dodging spells that were coming at them from behind.

Why did this feel very Deathly Hallows?

Lizzie noticed out of the corner of her eye that Josie was slowing. Shit.

She could feel herself getting tired as well as her legs burning. The only thing keeping her going was the adrenaline.

They were fucked.

Suddenly, someone stepped into their path causing them both to skid to a halt. It was some random vampire that was under the Necromancer's control.

And the people that were behind them finally appeared and formed a circle around them. Lizzie glanced at her sister and their eyes met.

Lizzie could see that Josie's eyes were full of resignation.

They weren't getting out of this. Especially since they were both very low on magic.

The twins turned so they were back to back.

If they were going down, then they were going to bring as many of them down with them as they could.

Just as Lizzie was about to cast a spell, something struck into them both and they were sent flying, both in opposite directions.

Lizzie slammed into a rock, hitting her head in the process.

A blinding pain erupted in her head and she felt blood begin to trickle down her face.

"Fuck," She groaned under her breath.

She felt like her head was splitting open.

She could barely register what was going on. It was like everything had gone silent, except for the ringing in her ears. Did she have a concussion?

But that thought process was lost on her as she heard her sister cry out.

She opened her eyes blurrily and stared out through slanted eyes.

She could see the blurred images of figures around. One in particular getting larger as they came towards her.

The figure knelt down in front of her, and familiar blue eyes stared at her. Huh? Why were they familiar?

She blinked up at the figure that she was slowly starting to realize was a young man in his twenties who had a beard.

"Who the fuck are you?" Lizzie asked, slurredly.

"Shhh," He whispered, putting a finger over his lips.

Lizzie tried to figure out why the fuck she should listen to him and almost argued but when the raging pain in her head seemed to get worse, it prevented her from disagreeing.

The man glanced up as the Necromancer entered the clearing.

"Great, Necrodicks arrived," Lizzie muttered to herself. "Where's my bloody knife when I need it?"

The man snorted slightly in amusement, as Lizzie blinked at herself in confusion.

"And when the bloody hell did I turn British?" Lizzie wondered aloud.

Lizzie could barely make out the man raising his eyebrows in silent laughter.

"Someone has a concussion," He said, voice low.

"No," Lizzie said, denial clear on her face as she shook her head, which she quickly regretted as she felt like her entire head was spinning right after.

Her eyes flickered back to the blurry dude, who was looking at her with curiosity.

"I'm just crazy...which...somehow turned me British?" Lizzie's brow furrowed in confusion at her own words. That...so did not make sense...

The man narrowed his eyes in confusion but shook his head and glanced at the Necromancer, who was saying something that Lizzie couldn't make out.

He looked back at Lizzie and reached for her, grabbing her from under her arms. He then shifted her so that she was resting slightly against him, in a sitting position.

They were both now turned towards the Necromancer who was waving his hands around like a lunatic.

The Necromancer looked at Lizzie and surprisingly noticed her concussed state and said something to the man that was preventing her from falling over onto her face.

The man muttered something under his breath and Lizzie's vision cleared. But the pain in her head was still very much there.

Lizzie blinked a few times and looked around.

Her eyes went to her sister that was being held against a tree by her throat by some asshole. And that was when Lizzie noticed something very peculiar.

Josie was staring at Lizzie in horror - actually no, not at Lizzie - but at the man holding her up.

Oh shit...was she missing something? Who was he?

A part of her wanted to look at him but another was telling her that she didn't want to know.

"Ow..." And that was the only thing she said. Intelligent right?

Josie shot Lizzie an exasperated look. And Lizzie could tell that Josie would be facepalming if she could.

"Now, that you are both coherent-" The Necromancer started.

But Lizzie was in a bad mood, so of course, she had to say something.

"Hey, your majesty?" Lizzie called mockingly. "I get you're overcompensating, but do you have to be dramatic about it?"

The Necromancer stared at Lizzie in confusion and not comprehending what she was saying.

Lizzie could feel both Josie and the unknown dude watching her. And then a mischievous smirk crept onto her face.

"Oh no..." Josie banged her head against the tree, looking like she was done with the world.

"I mean seriously, I get that you and Malivore have this whole daddy kink thing going on - no shame to that - but you're not fooling anybody," Then Lizzie gave a mock-sympathy look. "Just accept that you're small."

The man behind her choked on his own laugh, while Josie looked like she wanted to kill herself or burst out laughing.

Which were two very different reactions, that had a hilarious result of Josie's face twisting into a deadpan that somehow had a little bit of a pursed-lip smile.

It was weird and soo Josie.

Lizzie glanced back at The Necromancer as his face twisted angrily.

"Something wrong?" Lizzie asked, ever-so innocently.

The Necromancer's face changed as it became a sneer.

"How dare you? You pathetic little insolent brat - insulting ME. THE NECRO-"

Lizzie yawned loudly, and the Necromancer stopped to stare at her, offended by her audacity.

"That's nice, you wanna keep proving my point or just admit your truth," Lizzie said, blinking as if she was bored. "No shame I swear. Just go back to being Malivore's bitch."

"You truly believe I will let you two meddling brats get in my way...no..no..no," The Necromancer's face darkened as he came to a decision.

Lizzie felt her unease rise. He turned to the person holding Josie against the tree.

"Kill her," He ordered and Lizzie's eyes widened in shock. The man holding Josie's throat flick his wrist - snap.

Lizzie opened her mouth but nothing came out. She felt light-headed. There was a sense of pain everywhere.

Her neck ached.

For a split moment, it felt like she wasn't in her own body.

Then, she fell forward, dimly realizing someone was grabbing her to prevent her from collapsing.

Her hands dug into the grass.

Her mind felt like it was melting and tearing all at once. She couldn't think, it was like needles were slicing her brain apart.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

Her heart felt like it had been torn from her chest even as she could hear the pounding on her heart in her ears.

It was like she couldn't breathe - air wasn't entering her lungs. Was she having a panic attack?

Her ears were ringing and she couldn't focus. What was happening? It was like she was trapped in her own mind.

The only thing she recognized was a sense of loss. There was rage with a strange and eerie calm.

Her sister was-

The weight on her chest seemed to ease suddenly as everything tingled. Then it turned to pins and needles.

It was gone. Her magical connection to her twin had snapped.

She couldn't feel her. Josie was dead.

The scream was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

Everything around her was forced back except for the person holding her.

Trees were torn from their roots, collapsing into the fallen people. Lightning flashed across the sky from out of nowhere. And fire erupted, spreading across the grass, burning everything in its path.

Screams echoed around her as people burned yet Lizzie heard nothing.

She felt like she was in a bubble. It was a strange floating sensation. She felt empty.

Her other half was gone. The person that would always mean the most to her was dead.

Tears streamed down her face, as the war her magic raged around her, calmed with the dispersal of the last of her magic.

Lizzie couldn't move. She felt frozen in time. She couldn't feel her. She couldn't feel Josie. Her twin.

Their bond was in tatters. Josie was gone

She would never lose her virginity. She would never see their eighteenth birthday or their twenty-first. She would never-

Lizzie's hands were shaking as the tears left trails down her face.

She was in shock, a small part of herself recognized. It happened so quickly.

Josie was always the stronger twin yet she had been killed like she was nothing.

Her rage soared as a part of her recognized the sound of yelling and people approaching.

Maybe they would kill her? She wasn't sure that she would fight them if they did. She didn't think she would be able to find the will to live even if she wanted to.

Dimly she noted that she was being picked up and carried away. But she couldn't bring herself to care.

The wind blew past her as she was sped away at vampire speed.

She felt herself be set on a wooden floor but Lizzie didn't even try to figure out what was happening.

She didn't care. And, in all honesty, she wanted to die.

Vaguely she saw the person speed away and return sometime later, carrying a body.

Lizzie snapped into awareness.

It was the man. The same one who had healed her from the concussion and in his arms was Josie.

Lizzie shot to her feet and ran over to where he laid her down. She fell to her knees next to her sister.

Lizzie looked down at her sister. Her eyes were closed.

Josie looked like she was sleeping. She looked so peaceful. But Lizzie couldn't feel her.

Where Josie used to shine so brightly in her mind was now a cold and unforgiving void. A constant reminder of what she lost.

Lizzie reached for her hand and the second it met, she flinched away.

She was cold. Her sister was gone. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Josie should still be here.

They should be talking about boys and girls while they study for their next History of the Supernatural quiz.

They should be worrying about the merge and how to avoid it. 'To turn or not to turn' was the question they would ask each other.

What college they were going to go to or what they wanted to do as an adult. All these things and so much more.

Lizzie would never be able to address the things left unsaid.

She would never be able to apologize for being an overbearing and possessive sister. She would never be able to thank her for standing by her even as Lizzie treated her like shit.

There was so much she needed to say - so much Josie needed to hear.

Lizzie felt an overwhelming sense of rage begin to take root.

They were all going to pay. If the Necromancer thought that he could get away with this, he was sorely mistaken. She would burn him alive. And all his minions with him

Lizzie felt a hand on her shoulder and her eyes snapped up to meet the very familiar eyes.

Suddenly, Lizzie was struck with why they were familiar. They were her eyes.

Silently, Lizzie realized what this man was. A vampire and a witch. Heretic.

There was only one heretic that she knew of.

Malachai Parker. But he was dead right? Unless he was brought back to life.

"Uncle Kai..." Lizzie whispered.

Kai cocked his head, observing his broken niece.

"Lizzie..."

"Lizzie!" Hope's voice called, breaking Lizzie from the memory.

She glanced back, before looking out at the horizon one last time. Lizzie wished she could begin again and fix everything that happened. Everything that went wrong.

Lizzie turned around, not noticing the shooting star that shot across the sky at the last moment

She walked back to the school, and over to where Hope was waiting for her.

Hope held out her arm and Lizzie linked hers with it.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Hope asked, looking hopeful.

"Sure, as long as you don't shed," Lizzie agreed. Hope rolled her eyes and the two headed to bed.

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