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LUNACY WOULD'VE BEEN the only word to describe the thoughts that spewed from her sister's mind. They were pure insanity. After all, Erin couldn't understand how Elena believed that killing Kol Mikaelson was the answer to all of their problems.

     In theory, the Original's death could hold some weight when it came to what they dealt with. But theories were hypothetical, and there was nothing hypothetical about their lives. The real, tangible consequences of Kol dying would set everything ablaze, something Elena failed to think of.

     It was a running trend when it came to how Erin's family and friends approached the supernatural. They acted first and thought about what they had done later. As long as it helped their immediate situation, they were all for it. Consequences be damned.

     But for Erin, what came after was always at the forefront of her mind. Of course how things unfolded held importance, but so did the aftermath.

     And if Kol were to die, completing Jeremy's Hunter's Mark and finding the cure wouldn't matter. They would all be dead. Klaus nor Rebekah would let their brother's murderers walk away unscathed, and even Elijah would return to see that they were dealt with in a horrific fashion.

     Elena didn't seem to care about that. She believed it would all work out just fine, and they would come out the other side alive and well. So come morning, she began to strategize their next move.

     Erin tried her hardest to ignore her sister's various phone calls as she made herself a cup of coffee. Breakfast could wait until later. She wanted out of the house and away from Elena and Jeremy's plan to kill Kol as fast as possible. She didn't want any part in it, something they weren't very happy with, but she didn't care. Kol's death wasn't about to be on her conscience.

     While Erin grabbed a travel mug from the cabinet and moved for the coffee maker, Elena buzzed around the living room with her phone pressed to her ear.

     "I know, I'm sorry," Elena apologized as she snatched up a half-eaten bag of chips from the coffee table and an empty bowl. "We had to, though. We have Jeremy under house arrest because Kol wants to kill him, and Klaus wants to take him on some vampire-slaying road trip. And neither of them are invited in. It's the only safe place we can keep him safe."

     Erin hummed to herself. That was until Klaus or Kol decided to try and break the house down or set the place on fire to draw them out. She remembered the last time the hybrid did something similar. They had to buy a new front door and patch the walls. Another attempt might just end with their house reduced to ashes.

     Elena stopped next to the kitchen table, setting the chips down as she sighed and turned back to the open room. "Apparently, I'm living in a fraternity house now," she quipped with a pointed look toward the two boys on the couch.

     Jeremy and Matt sat next to each other with Xbox controllers in their hands, thumbs pressing and flicking away as they played the game across from them. Shots rang out from the television, while the screen shifted every few seconds from a character point of view. Some kind of first person shooter game. Call of Duty maybe.

     "I'm training," Jeremy voiced, glancing back over the couch with a grin.

     Matt's expression mirrored his. "Me too."

     Erin snorted, pouring her coffee into her chosen mug, before she moved to grab creamer from the fridge. "You could train yourselves to clean up around here. I don't want to actually live in a fraternity house," she quipped loud enough for them to hear over the videogame.

     "And put these weapons away before someone tries to use them on me," Elena added, looking at where a crossbow and a few stakes were left on the kitchen table.

     Jeremy had returned his attention to the game, as did Matt after he sent her a thumbs up.

     Erin huffed and stirred her coffee. They weren't putting them away any time soon.

     Elena moved to place a few bowls into the already partially filled sink as she continued to speak into her phone, "listen, I have a plan to end all of this. I want Jeremy to kill Kol."

     The absurdity of the statement made Erin roll her eyes each and every time Elena brought it up. Her sister was delusional to think Jeremy would be able to kill Kol, an Original who had frankly fallen into paranoia. They were more liable to get themselves killed before they even came close to driving the White Oak stake into his heart.

     Elena leaned against the sink and explained further to whoever she spoke with, "think about it. Kol's sireline must stretch to the moon by now. If Jeremy kills Kol, every vampire that he's ever turned, not to mention everyone that they've turned, will die. Which means, the Hunter's Mark will be complete, and we'll have our key to finding the cure."

     Yes, and then they would be on the run from the remaining Originals and be responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands of people. But that didn't seem to matter to Elena. She simply wanted Kol dead, Damon's compulsion gone, and the Hunter's Mark completed so they could find the cure. The means didn't matter, not like they would have in the past.

     It worried Erin. The old Elena would've never entertained the idea of killing someone, let alone thousands upon thousands just to get what she wanted. There were other ways to grow Jeremy's mark and sever Kol's compulsion over Damon. Sure it would take longer, but at least they wouldn't risk their own deaths and those of everyone they ever loved.

     A pain-filled shriek brought Erin out of her thoughts. She snapped to where Elena jerked back from the sink, dropping her phone to the floor in her efforts to move away.

     Erin's brows furrowed, watching her sister hiss and shake out her right hand. "What happened?" she questioned, hearing a faint shout come from the fallen phone.

     Elena blinked, glancing from the sink to her. "I don't know. There's something in the water," she replied, before she swiped her phone up and relayed the same thing to whoever remained on the call.

     Erin walked over to the sink and grabbed the lever, allowing water to rush through the tap. She ran her hand under the stream, but she didn't feel anything different. It was just cold.

     So, she decided to test something.

     Erin turned, with her hand still wet, and reached out to touch Elena's cheek. Her sister yelped, jumping back as her skin flared red and sizzled. It quickly healed, fading back to her clear complexion.

     "Ow! What the hell, Erin?" Elena exclaimed, gaping toward her with wide eyes.

     Erin pulled back and held up her dripping hand. "Someone dumped vervain in the town's water supply."

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     The brick façade of the Boarding House grew larger and larger as Erin's car rolled down the asphalt drive. Originally, her plans hadn't been to even be within the vicinity of the massive home. The Eighties Decade Dance was set for that night, and she should've found herself surrounded by a mountain of decorations and picking out her outfit for the festivities.

     But that would no longer happen. Bonnie's father, the new interim mayor, canceled all town-wide events and placed a curfew over the residents. He had also been the one to dump vervain into the water supply, making it impossible for any vampire to compel or drink from anyone who consumed even a drop.

     So instead, Erin decided to help watch over Damon. With Kol's compulsion still in place, he had been locked in the cellar until they figured out what to do about it. Whether that be the Original's death or daggering, she wasn't quite sure. She just knew something needed to be done.

     Erin stopped near the front door and shifted her car into park. She went to switch off the ignition when her phone began to ring through the speakers via Bluetooth. Her thumb pressed a button on the steering wheel to answer the call. "Hello."

     "Where are you?" Elena's voice echoed through the vehicle.

     Erin's brows furrowed. "Uh, at the Boarding House. I told you before I left," she replied.

     "You need to stay there for a while. Kol just tried to kill Bonnie," Elena exclaimed.

     Erin's heart nearly stopped inside her chest. "What? Is she okay? What happened?"

     Elena sighed through the call. "She's fine. She's just shaken up. She managed to hold him off, but Kol seems pretty intent on murdering everyone who's looking for the cure."

     Erin released a long breath and leaned back against the leather seat. At least Bonnie was alright. She could certainly hold her own now that Professor Shane helped her regain the use of her magic, but she still worried. After all, Kol had completely lost his mind. He operated on crazy, and that combined with being an Original was a disastrous combination.

     The man needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

     Her gaze shifted across the front lawn of the Boarding House, falling on a black Range Rover parked along the asphalt drive. She only knew of one person who owned such an expensive car in town.

     "I think Klaus is here," Erin relayed to her sister. "I'll talk to him about taking care of Kol. Maybe he can find one of his daggers to put him down."

     "You know I don't just want to dagger Kol. I want Jeremy to kill him."

     Erin tensed, snapping toward the front door in her line of sight. Hopefully with her car still running, Klaus wouldn't be able to hear a word.

     When he didn't storm out of the home in a homicidal rage, Erin returned her attention to Elena. "You know how I feel about that," she retorted.

     "You don't have to have anything to do with it," Elena stated, before she continued on. "Bonnie has all this crazy new power. She thinks she can hold him long enough for Jeremy to get a clean shot."

     Erin scoffed, raising her arm to rest against the door. She let her head fall onto her open palm. "Yeah, and then we'll have Klaus and Rebekah out for our heads."

     "That's why Stefan is gonna find a dagger and use it on Rebekah. She can't come looking for revenge if she's lying in a box."

     "And Klaus?"

     "Bonnie thinks that she can get him out of the picture, too. At least, temporarily. Once we get this cure, none of this will matter, because we can use it against them."

     Thinks. Bonnie thinks she could hold Kol long enough to kill him. Bonnie thinks she could get Klaus out of the picture. Elena's entire plan hinged on hypotheticals, so many that it made Erin's annoyance climb to new heights.

     And even if everything went off without a hitch, a big if, they still had another problem that her sister never considered. One Erin knew wouldn't let a slight against his siblings go.

     "And what about Elijah?" Erin questioned, raising her hand to drop her arm from the car door. "What happens when he hears about what happened to his siblings?"

     Elena fell silent for a long moment, before she hissed, "you can't tell him, Erin."

     Erin rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the twinge of hurt that spread across her stomach. "Of course I'm not gonna tell him. If I did, he'd be back in Mystic Falls and warn Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol, and we'd all be dead before any of us could attempt to run."

     Erin wasn't naïve enough to think Elijah would choose to stand down and let them just kill his brother. Whatever strange friendship they developed over the last few months wouldn't matter. His family always came first. He even told her as much. And in all honesty, Erin wouldn't blame him. If someone threatened Elena or Jeremy's, which they very much had in the past, she would stand by their sides.

     With a shake of her head, Erin chose to push the thought from her mind. She needed to focus on her sister and her recent insanity. "Okay, look, this whole plan of yours has too many holes in it. Why don't we just let Stefan find the dagger and go from there?" she proposed.

     Elena released a breath and answered in a flat tone, "yeah, okay. I'll call you later."

     "Okay. Bye," Erin replied, gaining the same from her sister, before the call ended.

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     To her surprise, Erin didn't hear the sound of Damon's screams as she descended into the cellar. With Stefan gone and Klaus left alone with the older Salvatore, she expected there to be more than silence. Maybe the hybrid had already killed the vampire and simply stayed to enjoy the sight of his corpse.

     Erin stepped off the spiral staircase and turned the corner to the line of cells. She approached the first one, finding the door open and light escaping from inside. Her pace slowed when she spotted Klaus standing near the threshold, blocking her view of the rest of the tiny room.

     Her presence captured his attention, forcing him to turn and meet her gaze. "Oh, good. Erin Gilbert, what do we owe the pleasure?" Klaus quipped with a light smirk on his lips.

     Erin's expression remained placid as she said, "just here to make sure you don't snap and kill Damon."

     She also didn't want to hear Elena bring up killing Kol for the thousandth time, but she definitely wasn't going to say that aloud.

     Klaus pressed his lips together and hummed. "Very noble of you. Although, none of this would be an issue if he'd have just done his job properly." His stare fell to the topic of conversation. "I was perfectly willing to let you train Jeremy."

     Erin moved further into the cell to see Damon laid across a cot, tossing something small up in the air and then caught it. He repeated the action over and over as he rested on the pillow beneath his head.

     Damon looked over Erin, before he scoffed toward the hybrid. "No, you weren't. Are you kidding? You got there day two. Do you know how hard it is to get these Xbox brains to focus?"

     "And then when I turned a room full of barflies into vampires for him to slaughter, you let Kol kill them," Klaus shot back as he proceeded to pace the front portion of the cell.

     Damon simply tossed the thing in his hand up. "Your brother problem. Not mine, buddy," he retorted.

     Klaus paused and tiled his head the slightest bit. "And whose bright idea was it to saddle Jeremy with a conscience, hmm?" His narrowed stare fell to Erin.

     "Excuse me for not wanting my brother to always have the urge to kill my sister," Erin countered with her arms crossed over her chest.

     "Ah, yes. For the love of Elena," Klaus voiced and glanced back to Damon. "How is it that she manages to overlook every horrific thing you've ever done? Is it willful ignorance, or perhaps something more pathological?"

     Erin sighed and leaned against the open doorframe. She didn't think spending her afternoon with vampires would include schoolgirl gossip. But Klaus did always like to poke at the fact Damon and Stefan were both in love with Elena.

     "Some people are just more capable of forgiveness than others," Damon replied. "Bet you score about a negative five hundred in that realm."

     Erin snorted, gaining a sharp look from the hybrid. She just grinned in response.

     Klaus rolled his eyes and returned to Damon with a taunting smile. "Come on, there must be a secret. It can't just be the sire-bond. What is it? Compulsion? Manipulation?" The vampire remained silent, and his features slacked. "What is it you say to her?"

     Erin noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor. Why was he so interested in Elena's treatment toward Damon? She never thought Klaus would care about the forgiveness of others. But maybe, he still didn't. Maybe he only cared about one specific person. Someone how he had been obsessed with since he blew back into town.

     A smirk spread across Erin's lip as she looked toward the hybrid. "I know what this is about," she spoke, drawing all eyes to her. "You're worried Caroline's never going to forgive you after you killed Carol Lockwood."

     Not that Erin expected Caroline to give Klaus another second of her time. He did kill her boyfriend's mother, a woman she had known for her entire life. That wasn't something one just forgave, and that was exactly what Klaus worried about.

     Maybe the infamous hybrid was more human than anyone ever thought.

     Klaus scowled as he said, "Damon's done worse."

     Damon kept a hold of the object in his hand and sat up on the cot. "Debatable. See, I don't mind being the bad guy, because somebody has to fill that role and get things done." He swung his feet over the side to rest in the ground and gestured toward the hybrid. "You do bad things for no reason. You do them to be a dick."

     Klaus's stare narrowed at him. "Debatable."

     Not debatable. Not debatable in the slightest.

     Damon shrugged and then positioned himself back across the cot. "If you're gonna be bad, be bad with a purpose. Otherwise, you're just not worth forgiving."

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     Afternoon faded quickly into night as Erin remained inside the Boarding House. Not that she really cared. She didn't have anywhere else to be. The Decade Dance had been cancelled, and her siblings were safely tucked away in their home. If anything, playing babysitter to Damon provided her with enough entertainment to keep her mind busy.

     That was, until she got hungry.

     Erin left Damon and Klaus in the cellar and made her way up to the kitchen for something to eat. The brothers had gotten used to the fact that not everyone who visited their home were vampires, so regular food was always available. Nothing much, and usually things that wouldn't spoil soon after being bought.

     With a plate of bagel bites in her hand, Erin made her way back down into the cellar. Despite not having seen an altercation between Damon and Klaus since her arrival, she wasn't about to leave them alone long enough for it to happen.

     Erin headed for Damon's cell, changing a bit of the conversation already in place.

     "How do you think Elena felt about that, by the way? Your inability to overcome Kol's compulsion for a single moment, even though it meant killing one of the people she loves most in the world?" Klaus prodded, leaning against the doorframe.

     Erin simply rolled her eyes. Did he ever get tired of the same taunts? Klaus always used Elena as a way to annoy Damon and Stefan. The least he could do was come up with something different after a while.

     "She's met me. She knows impulse control's not my strong suit," Damon replied

     Klaus moved further inside the cell, and Erin stepped further down the corridor but remained out of their view. Although, she was sure they already knew she stood mere feet away. She wanted to hear the end of their conversation, and they didn't seem to care that she did.

     "Still, must be hard trying to live up to Stefan. I remember when I compelled him to feed off Elena. He fought it so hard. He actually managed to resist. Now, that's love," Klaus stated.

     Erin remembered that night all too well. A horrific failure of a Senior Prank Night. Tyler had been turned into a hybrid, Stefan was forced to turn off his humanity, and she and Elena were taken to the hospital to have their blood stolen. Those events wouldn't be forgotten any time soon.

     "What do you know about love?" Damon questioned in return.

     "I know that you're in love with Elena, but I think you're afraid of what might happen when we find the cure at the end of the rainbow. Personally, I don't see a fairytale ending for you. All I see is Stefan and Elena. I think you see the same thing."

     Erin didn't want to hear anymore. She was so sick of listening to everyone throw Elena and Stefan's relationship in Damon's face.

     Yes, her sister and the vampire were in love. Were. Past tense. Elena was allowed to move on from Stefan. She didn't have to be with the same person for the rest of her life. If she wanted to date someone else, she had a right to. And she didn't owe anyone an explanation.

     Erin huffed and strode into the cell, holding the plate of food firmly between her hands. "Found some bagel bites in the freezer. Not sure how old they are, but you guys don't have a great food selection," she voice, moving to set it down onto a tiny table beside the cot.

     Damon looked at her with creased brows. "Did you forget that we're vampires?"

     Erin blinked, unbothered by his remark. "Did you forget that I'm human and here all the time?"

     Right then, Klaus's phone began to ring. He pulled it out and moved to the open doorway to answer the call. "Well, if it isn't the happy homicidal maniac."

     Erin strained her ears in an attempt to hear more of what Klaus said to his brother, but he spoke too low for her to pick up anything. She only knew something happened by the way his entire body tensed.

     Before she could even voice a concern, Klaus pocketed his phone and turned around to speed in her direction. Erin winced as her back collided with the brick wall, causing her to gasp and pain shoot up her spine. A strained noise escaped her mouth when his hand came up to squeeze her throat. She grabbed at his arm to pull him away, but his grip didn't budge.

     "What the hell's going on?" Klaus snarled, glaring fine at her as he kept her pressed against the wall.

     "Klaus, stop!" Damon exclaimed and rocketed up from the cot to intervene, but Klaus reached out with his free hand and held him at bay.

     Erin wheezed, struggling to pull in a few breaths. "I don't know what you're talking about."

     "What are Stefan and Elena planning?" Klaus hissed.

     "I don't..." Erin fell quiet as the realization dawned over her. Elena decided to go ahead with her plan to kill Kol. Her eyes widened, meeting the hybrid's flaming gaze. "I'm sorry. I tried to talk her out of it. She told me she'd wait," she rushed out with her voice strained from the pressure on her throat.

     Klaus's eyes narrowed into slits. "Tell me what you know."

     Erin knew she shouldn't tell him, but what other choice did she have? Elena had doomed them all the second she acted against Kol. She just hoped Bonnie was there to stop Klaus when he arrived.

     Erin's eyes closed for a moment, before she set them back in the hybrid's. "They're trying to kill Kol."

     Klaus's jaw clenched. He roughly released his grip on Erin, letting her suck on a gulp of air as she slumped against the wall. His attention shifted to Damon and pulled him close. "Stay here till I return," he compelled him.

     Erin raised a hand to rub at her neck, watching the hybrid storm toward the exit and slam the door closed behind him.

     "I will stay here until you return," Damon muttered in a monotone and then said even lower, "or not."

     When Damon hurried to her side, Erin looked at him with furrowed brows. "So, are you compelled or not?" she asked, ignoring the slight croak that escaped her lips.

     "Stefan slipped me some vervain before he left," Damon answered as his attention set solely on her. "Now tell me what the hell is going on."

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     The explanation had been a short one. After all, Elena's plans ran the same route as the Salvatore brothers. Simple and scarcely thought out. And in truth, Erin never believed it would succeed. She just wanted more time to talk her sister out of it.

     In a shocking turn, the simplicity worked in Elena's favor. She and Jeremy managed to corner Kol inside their home and staked him through the heart with the White Oak. His body had burst into flames, and he had died on their kitchen floor.

     And Klaus, he showed in time to witness the scene unfold before his eyes. Erin might've hated him for what he had done to her family and friends, but she couldn't help but hold a twinge of sympathy for him. No one deserved to watch their brother die, not even the Original hybrid.

     Luckily before he had a chance to burn their house to the ground to reach Elena and Jeremy, Bonnie showed and subsequently trapped him inside their living room. A temporary boundary spell that gave them three days to find the cure. If they failed to do just that, Klaus would be able to leave and hunt them down one by one.

     That could only happen if Jeremy's Hunter's Mark grew to completion. And since Kol's death, it hadn't moved an inch.

     Jeremy pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, staring down at his right arm. "It didn't work," he exclaimed, pacing in front of the parlor's lit fireplace.

     "It took time for Finn's sireline to die off, remember?" Bonnie voiced to him from her place on one of the two couches. "It'll work."

     "What if it doesn't?" Jeremy countered back.

     "Where's that Gilbert optimism?" Damon quipped as he entered the room.

     Elena immediately rose from her seat beside Bonnie and moved to meet him halfway. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same to her.

     "Sorry I missed all the excitement," Damon said in a jestful tone when they pulled apart.

     Erin huffed and continued to rest on the couch across from Bonnie, even when the girl stood to her feet. That was one way to describe the last few hours. She would lean more toward a near apocalyptic catastrophe, but she was more of a realist.

     "I'm just happy to see you," Elena told him with a light smile.

     Just then, the front door opened and Stefan stepped inside with a rock in hand. Silas's tombstone. His gaze swept over them as he said, "looks like I didn't miss much. Got the Silas headstone." He moved further into the room and set it down into a side table.

     Elena cleared her throat and pointed toward Jeremy. "We're just waiting for Jeremy's mark to grow." Stefan simply nodded with a flat expression. "Klaus is trapped in our living room."

     Erin dropped her head back into the couch cushion. They were so awkward it was painful.

     Bonnie decided to save them from the tense air and added, "temporarily. I drew in the new moon to bind the spell. We've got three days to find the cure. Four, max."

     "If we don't, we might as well look up Katherine Pierce and see if she wants some company in hiding, 'cause he will come after us," Jeremy supplied.

     Erin lifted her head and nodded. "Ain't that the truth," she grumbled out.

     Elena turned to glance between them. "We'll find it. Now that we've got Rebekah taken care of." She gestured to Stefan. "All we need is Professor Shane, and then we'll have everything we need."

     Stefan shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he said, "yeah, I, uh - I didn't dagger her."

     Erin snapped to him with wide eyes. He didn't what? That was his only job when it came to the plan, and he didn't do it?

     Elena's expression mirrored hers. "What? Why not?"

     Stefan shrugged. "I didn't need to. She's on our side."

     On their side? They could all be classified as accessories in Kol's murder, and Rebekah just decided to ignore that. Ignore the fact that they killed her brother?

     "On our side?" Elena spoke her thoughts. "Did you really just say that?"

     Stefan didn't seem to understand her dumbfoundment, or perhaps he didn't care. "Yeah, she handed over the headstone." He pointed at it. "I mean, she wants to find this cure more than any of us."

     Something that still confused Erin. But she guessed that if she was alive for a thousand years, she would eventually want to settle down and pass on into the next life.

     "Why would you possibly think that we could trust her?" Elena continued to berate the vampire.

     "Let me guess," Damon voiced and brought everyone's attention to him. "She pledged her allegiance to you while you were naked in the sack?"

     Erin's mouth dropped open. Stefan slept with Rebekah. She never would've expected that to happen.

     Stefan pressed his lips together and turned toward his brother. "I bet you were just dying to get that out, weren't you, Damon?" he questioned as he stepped toward him.

     "Oh, was that supposed to be a secret?" Damon quipped in response. "Maybe you should have made that a little clear while you were bleeding me dry in our cellar."

     "Yeah, to keep you from killing Jeremy."

     Erin sighed and raised her hands to rub at her forehead. She really couldn't deal with their drama, not when her back aches and her neck still felt sore from Klaus slamming her into a wall.

     "Stop it. Both of you," Elena raised her voice toward them.

     Neither Salvatore seemed to care.

     Stefan kept his stare planted on his brother as he said, "now, why don't you tell her to calm down, Damon? You've managed to use that sire-bond pretty well so far, haven't you?"

     Erin gaped at Stefan. How dare he say something like that? He was out of line.

     Before she could even say a word against him, Damon swung out at a blinding speed and punched Stefan's across the face. The younger brother fell back and into the floor with a thud.

     Erin couldn't help the snort that escaped her lips at the sight. Served him right.

     Stefan looked up at his brother and glared. He shot up and made a move for Damon, but he never got the chance.

     A familiar scream tore through the parlor, forcing Erin to leap from the couch and snap toward her brother. She went to hurry for him, but she paused as he grabbed at his shirt and ripped it from his body. It hung around his waist in large pieces, exposing his chest to everyone in the room.

     Erin looked on, while Jeremy breathed heavily and stared down at his right arm.

     "It's happening."

     Erin could tell. No, not just tell. She could see the Hunter's Mark grow with her own eyes. The black markings from Jeremy's drawing appeared in his pale skin, curling from his hand up his arm to his shoulder and across his chest.

     "Oh, my God," Elena muttered, most likely seeing that same thing.

     Jeremy lifted his gaze to everyone staring in his direction. His brows furrowed. "You can see it?"

     Erin could only nod as she watched the black lines stop above his left pectoral and form a five pointed shape. The Hunter's Mark was complete.

<June 8, 2022>

This chapter would've been out sooner, but I've been having some really bad migraine days the last few weeks and haven't felt like writing. I'm slowly staring to regain my interest, but I don't know how long that will last. So, bear with me.

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- Jordan

P.S. Unedited chapter.