Victoria had not been to Nevermore–let alone, Romania for the past year. For the past year, she'd spent it trying to escape her past once again–a guilty conscience at bay.

She'd been living alone in America since the entire incident. Adjusting to the new country was not as hard as she thought it would be and living alone only made it harder. But since she'd moved into her apartment, her neighbor had been kind and caring to her, reminding her that the past doesn't define who she is–just as she said.

Jericho, Vermont, was just as little as Jericho, Romania–and quieter. She'd found it to be the best place to restart.

Her parents had approved of this independent move, especially because she was now of age in the Wizarding World and non-magical world. Since Kinbott had been murdered, she found a new way to love herself–and it had nothing to do with therapy.

"I miss you so much!" Enid's voice said on the other end of Victoria's phone as she prepared a meal. "There's definitely still some insane things going on at Nevermore, but Wednesday and Xavier are figuring them out."

"What kind of things?" Victoria asked. "Not as bad as the Hyde monster from last year, I hope?"

Enid shook her head. She was painting her nails on the other end of the phone. "No, I don't think so. Honestly, I think Wednesday's still not over the entire Hyde situation since you left."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Victoria said. "You know how she is. But at least she's not hunting me down or thinking of repaying me in my sleep after turning Tyler in."

Enid couldn't help but feel a sense of unsureness. "If you're okay with all of this, why not just come back? Just because no one knows where he is doesn't mean that he's dangerous. Thornhill's dead."

Victoria shrugged. "I like it here. As much as I love you, Enid, I don't think I'd be able to handle another word about how hot Ajax is."

Enid laughed as there was a knock at Victoria's door.

"My neighbor's here for breakfast," Victoria said, turning off the stove.

"Ooh, a date, I'm guessing?" Enid asked with wiggling brows.

Victoria only grinned and said, "Just a late breakfast."

With a laugh, Enid hung up the phone as Victoria neared the door of her little apartment. It seemed like it was more of a date, as she wore a revealing dusty blue dress. Her hair was waved down as she opened her door.

"Hey, neighbor," she said slyly as she looked him up and down. "I made lunch."

He grinned, his smile becoming shy as he looked away with a pink face at her bold attitude. He had red roses in his hand as he stepped into her apartment.

"I was hoping we could go straight for coffee," Tyler suggested as she kissed his cheek.

He was wearing a simple blue dress shirt that matched hers. He had a hopeful smile on his face as she furrowed her brows.

"But you promised I could make breakfast this time," Victoria said defensively. "My cooking isn't horrible, you know."

Tyler cocked his head with thought as he set down the flowers, arm in arm with each other. He had a guessing expression on his face.

"It's getting better," he joked as she scoffed and pushed him away. He then quickly said, "I'm only joking with you."

She went over to the stove and uncovered the pan of freshly baked and fried breakfast.

"See, it's not horrible like the first time," she said.

She felt Tyler's arms wrap around her back as he took in her addicting scent. He'd never gotten tired of her scent, not since the day he met her at the Weathervane. He buried his head in her neck, sending a cold shiver down her back. She wiggled from the stiffness that he caused her as he had a smug smirk on his face.

"I'm just craving something sweet," he explained. "A coffee with extra sugar."

"Extra sugar?" Victoria asked knowingly as she grinned. "That's unlike you."

"Mhm, extra sugar."

She shut the lid of the pan and turned around as she felt his hands slide down her side thigh. She grinned, not able to help herself, as she slowly pulled him closer.

"Sugar's not good for you," she teased as she stepped away from him, making him sigh impatiently. "We should go for black."

She grabbed her phone to place an order as he took it from her grasp, setting it aside. She felt a smile curl on her face as she turned toward him. He leaned against her as she was trapped between his arms and the counter.

"You love messing with me, don't you?" Tyler asked as he grinned, pulling her towards her living room couch.

"And you love me enough to handle it, don't you?" Victoria asked with a laugh as he couldn't help but blush at the fact that she was right.

"You got me there," he said, pulling her near to kiss her.

His passionate kiss lingered only for a few seconds as she felt his hands grip her tighter around the waist. He pulled her close as she spun and pushed him on the couch. His body grew excited as she desperately leaned forward and pulled him in for a rushed kiss.

She undid his shirt as he lifted her skirt, revealing nothing underneath. She'd been expecting that moment and he smirked against her lips at the realization.

He was topless as she was completely bare, their chests meeting each other for the first time as if they'd been kept apart for ages. As if their bodies were making up for lost time.

He kicked off his pants as she remained on his lap, her arms around his back as he leaned forward to taste her breasts. She muffled noises as she adjusted to the pain he was inflicting on her. He was unafraid to use his teeth on her as he left bruises on her chest.

Once he was as naked as she was, she slowly paused to wait for his permission. He nodded, not being allowed the chance as she allowed him to enter him. There was a moment of pain between the both of them before she leaned against him with comfort.

"Slowly," he moaned, permitting her to rhythmically thrust against him.

Her finger toyed with him as it traveled up his spine. She met his tongue as his minty breath filled her mouth. Her finger spun in a slow circle on his upper spine before he thrusted up on her, making that mark to grip his hair.

Tyler moaned as he threw his head back at her actions, her hand still grasped on his hair. Their pace was faster now, sloppy, as she bounced on him with his heart not fully satisfied.

He lifted her slightly before she felt her back sink into the couch as Tyler kneeled over her without releasing. It was an unsettling position until he neared her with reassurance. He kissed her roughly before she felt his pace grow.

He thrusted with a pace that her breath couldn't catch up with. She felt her insides excitedly "expand" as she felt a rise in between her legs. He didn't stop as his moans were being muffled against her skin as he sucked her neck desperately.

Pounding into her, she wrapped her legs around him, tightening her grip on him as her entire body grew stiff.

"Tyler, slow down," she pleaded.

And as she requested he did. But he panted, asking, "Are you sure that's what you want?"

She couldn't answer as he knew exactly what she really wanted.

As much as she wasn't going to admit, she liked his roughness. It was addicting.

Her silence only made him smirk as he pressed down on her stomach, making her moan loudly as he pounded into her with his own sweat beating down on her. Their legs were moist from each other, heated by each other's affection as she whimpered at his bite on her neck.

"Almost there," he reassured as she felt an immediate orgasm.

She could feel the release on her bones as she allowed Tyler to cling to her like a puppet, following his every order.

"On the floor," he commanded as he released, allowing her a brief moment of disappointment.

Her knees were on the floor as her stomach hit the couch. He entered from behind her once again as she was being thrusted forward onto the couch. Her hands gripped the couch as he pulled her hips back and forth impatiently.

He threw back his head. She had no idea what she did to him as he smirked to himself with a sweaty face and agape mouth of pleasure. His cold fingers traveled down her stomach and she immediately knew what he was up to.

"Tyler!" she exclaimed when she felt it.

His fingers circled her entrance as he roughly toyed with her skin. His fingers circled it as he pounded against her when she felt the same wave again. Her breath shook as she threw back her head.

Two times it was.

His hand pressed on her back, making her arch more so he could access her easier. She could feel her vagina throbbing against his fingers as he roughly tortured her with his fingers. He knew what he was doing as he slid back and forth between her folds.

She continued to protest against herself as he pounded into her, his pace becoming sloppy as they filled the room with each other's cries.

"You're doing so good," Tyler reassured.

Three times now.

At this, he allowed her some relief as he leaned over her body, still thrusting, and kissed her back smoothly–a sign that she'd need to cooperate better for what would come.

He kneeled, moving away from her back as he placed both hands on her hips. She placed her hands on the edge of the couch and waited for him to tug as she pushed against the couch, their bodies colliding even harsher than before.

She grew weak as she pushed away from the couch, feeling his warmth spread inside of her. She panted heavily as he moaned her name. The carpet was beginning to grow soaked with their fluid as she desperately pulled at his hands to thrust faster.

It's what she wanted.

He listened as he grew faster than her, their pace becoming unsynchronized. She allowed him to do the work as her arms became tired and she buried her face into the couch, attempting to muffle her cries.

This only satisfied him more as she felt another wave of relief.

Four times now.

"You're perfect," he would tell her as he encouraged her to resist pulling away.

Five times.

When she thought it was over, Tyler forced her to flip around, still inside her, as he braced her lower legs over his shoulder. He wanted to see what he could do to her.

She felt no shame as her breasts shook violently as he pounded into her, every inch of him feeling the exact sensation she felt. The excitement and pleasure that filled their stomachs only grew stronger as she looked away, too tired to open her eyes.

Six times.

He smirked at her numb expression as he began to grow slower.

"One more," he promised.

She nodded, unable to speak as she threw back her head with readiness. He gave his all as their skin slapped against each other, her skin becoming red from the friction between them. She felt as if her organs were going to fail as he provided more pressure in her, his dick disallowing her to feel anything else.

"Tyler-"

"Almost there," he promised.

So she shut her eyes, feeling a smile curl up her lips once she felt that wave. But she realized that she couldn't completely let him stop as she, too, began to take it slow, taking his hand to press against her stomach.

She moaned at their actions as he kissed her with the same passion as yesterday and the day before. The same passion that he kept for her. His kisses slowed when he released her as they both shared the relief.

Her back was against the couch tiredly as he leaned over her his neck buried in her chest.

The wetness of her vagina remained glued on his chest as she couldn't move. He was listening to the beat of her heart that was rapidly trying to burst from her ribcage.

They panted heavily as her arms stayed wrapped around his head. She stroked his hair as he remained on the floor, leaning against her bare body.

"I love you," Tyler's voice said quietly, breaking their long silence of touch.

"You know I love you too."

He smiled shyly at her words, burying himself into her skin. But she could feel the curl on his lips.

She couldn't peel away from his touch as he allowed himself to crumble in her chest. She could feel his breathing against hers and with him in his arms, she felt as if it were really true. That she's been fixed.

They were fixed.

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Before Victoria was to leave Romania, there was one thing she had left to do. Weems was dead, Doctor Kinbott was dead, and Thornhill was gone.

But many of the students had survived, all thanks to Wednesday. No thanks to the killer either, who was being transported to a facility of beasts. Willowhill.

"He's lucky it's not Azkaban," Victoria told Wednesday as they stood in Nevermore Academy.

The school was being unpacked, as the term was ending early until the press died down and the principal was reformed. Until then, all students would have to leave Nevermore–at least until it was rebuilt from ruins.

"He's lucky to not be dead at all," Wednesday said with clear disappointment. "Thank you for turning him in. I didn't think you'd be able to do it."

"His feelings for me weren't real," Victoria said with strong disappointment. "But it seems like someone has actual feelings for you."

Her eyes flickered to the phone in Wednesday's hand. Xavier had given her a phone–despite being sent to jail by her. Wednesday couldn't help but tighten her lips from his actions.

"Well he can be of use now and then, but it doesn't mean anything," Wednesday said as she turned on her phone. "I hope we'll stay in touch. Just in case anything happens."

Victoria nodded and they exchanged numbers.

After that, she made her way out of the school to explore the grounds one last time before she made her way to Jericho, Vermont in the states. Leaving Europe would be a different change for her, but she figured it would be a good one.

"For the record," Wednesday said as she stopped Victoria before getting into her car family limousine. Victoria stopped and turned around curiously. "I'm sorry for having to make you choose."

"Between the town or Tyler?" Victoria asked as Wednesday's silence said yes. "We're okay."

Wednesday's eyes smiled as she stepped into the vehicle and she disappeared. Once out of sight, Victoria quickly sprinted into the woods.

She had a van to catch.

It was bushy enough in the forest for no one to notice her as she carried herself far enough to see the limousine rush past the very van she'd been waiting for.

The Willowhill van.

She thought of Wednesday and everyone she'd betray, including Xavier. He may have saved her life twice, but Tyler had been willing to die for her.

With a rush, she apparated and found herself on top of the van. She'd been practicing apparition since she found out about Tyler being the Hyde.

She heard a roar from the truck and a violent shake. As she neared the van's door. It was tough to avoid the driver's sight and reach for the handle, but she briefly unlocked the van with a spell before swinging it open.

She flew in, hanging from the roof of the van, as she kicked a security guard, forcing him out of the van.

"Victoria!" Tyler warned.

One of the guards swung at her with a needle and she reacted with a spell.

"Sectumsempra!" she thought, hitting the last guard with a slash that tore his skin open. Blood gushed on her face as he flew back, out of the truck.

Her attempt to not catch the driver's attention failed as the body caught his attention. The driver came to an abrupt halt as she stumbled back but got back up.

She turned, seeing Tyler strapped onto a chair, looking at her with surprise. But most of all, hope. She unbinded him from the strap as she pulled him out of the van, paralyzing the driver before they dashed off to the river.

She kept looking back, afraid that more guards would be at their tails, but none came. Tyler laughed, unserious, as he was overwhelmed with hysterics.

When they made it to the river, she frantically began to search around the leaves for something. Something he didn't understand.

"What're you doing?" Tyler asked.

"Looking for a portkey to get us out of here!" she exclaimed. "It's a cup or dish of some kind- I don't know, but I heard one was-"

Tyler interrupted her when he pulled her up from the ground. "I mean what are you doing? You said that-"

"I don't care what I said!" she exclaimed frantically with an exhale. "I love you and you said you'd help me no matter what. I have to help you. How could I not?"

"Why?" Tyler demanded. "I'm a killer, a monster. What if I-"

"Shut up, Tyler," Victoria said with a plea in her voice. "I wanna be yours. That's enough for me to know I love you."

"You chose me," Tyler said with a grin.

"Yes, Tyler," she smiled. "I choose you."

Tyler couldn't help but feel a deep affection for her even more--if it were possible.

"I wanna be yours too," Tyler confessed. "I've always wanted to be yours; Since we met, I already felt it."

As they stood facing each other, he wiped the blood from her cheeks. It only smeared it as he grinned at the sight of her seriousness. He couldn't believe it. They couldn't stop staring at each other until a sliver of light caught their attention. On the other side of the lake was a silver goblet.

"Come on!" Victoria ordered as she tugged him along.

His straitjacket was hanging heavily as he followed after her, grabbing her hand. He rushed past her, faster than she was as the water splashed from his legs. The cold water refreshed her hot body as she frantically heard shouting from behind them.

Tyler laughed as she shushed him. This fool could find happiness in the most chaotic times.

Their actions may have been horrible, but it was for each other. What they had was only love. Just like he wanted from the beginning, she was his--and he was hers.

Nevertheless if it were seen to be a good or bad thing, their addiction for each other would remain. She would remain to be his, for as long as he would remain to be hers.

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