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"ℴ𝓊𝒾𝒿𝒶 𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹"

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"ℴ𝓊𝒾𝒿𝒶 𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹"

Almost two days have passed since the cross-country team arrived back in Beacon Hills, and all the supernatural teenagers and company are extremely relieved to be as far as possible away from the horror story that is the motel

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Almost two days have passed since the cross-country team arrived back in Beacon Hills, and all the supernatural teenagers and company are extremely relieved to be as far as possible away from the horror story that is the motel. The second she had gotten home, Ophelia tried to get in contact with Derek. With no surprise, all her missed texts and phone calls had been left unanswered, but Cora had picked up, telling her the good news that her brother is in fact alive and well. With a small fraction of the crippling worry and concern lifting off her shoulders, she would then go to get in touch with Elijah, having hopes that he or any of her siblings would have some sort of idea on what a Darach is. Weirdly enough, a few days ago the girl wasn't entirely threatened by the dark Druid. To her, it was just another witch. However, now that her friends' lives have been threatened and she had seen at first hand just how close all of them had been to leaving for good, she wants to know everything and anything she can about what they're up against and dealing with.

Five rings later and Elijah still hasn't picked up, which is odd because he always has his phone on him. Her eyebrows furrow but she tries to not to let herself be concerned just yet. So, she opts for Rebekah. The woman answers the phone after a second, although Ophelia promptly hangs up when she hears how the voice on the other side definitely isn't the one that belongs to her sister. Naturally, Kol is next. "Oh, finally!" Ophelia exclaims with a sigh of relief. She down the rest of the glass that had been previously full to the brim of blood, and collapses onto the leather couch that has been calling out to her for the last hour. "Where the hell is everyone?"

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