Sierra and Chelsea left the after party almost immediately after the incident. Chelsea wasn't particularly thrilled to have just gone up and leave her date –and Brett – unattended but Chelsea was Sierra's ride so it was pretty much pointless arguing about it.

Sierra was still feeling the aftershock of almost being trampled alive by a herd of deer!

And Chelsea noticed, but decided not to ask questions.

But despite her curiosity, she just needed a little peak on what's going on in Sierra's head.

"Okay. Now what the hell is going on with you?" Chelsea questioned inquisitively, as she held tight on the steering wheel, sneaking a glance at her friend who was emotionless.

Sierra just shook her head, erratically. Her breath hitching the moment she replayed the incident she had with…Liam.

Chelsea just sighed exasperatingly as she shifted her gaze back on the road.

"Look. I just left one of the hottest guys at a party, all alone just to get you back home safely. The least I could get from your end as an explanation why?" Chelsea sniggered with an eye roll.

Sierra exhaled the breath she was holding insufferably from the party, gripping the handle of the car tightly.

Chelsea caught this and reached for the volume and toned it down before fixing her eyes concernedly at her friend.

"Sierra-" She began.

"Chel, watch out!" Sierra shrieked as her eyes focused widely on the road.

Chelsea reacted almost immediately and moved her eyes to the road, seeing how close she was to bumping into the car in front of her. She slammed the brakes hard and the two girls were sent back on the seat with a light bang –luckily with their seatbelts tightly around them.

"I am so sorry!" Chelsea laughed.

Sierra released a frustrated sigh and rubbed her temple with aggravation.

"Oh come on, you have to admit that was ridiculously cool!" Chelsea chuckled, with a nudge of the arm. Sierra gave her a sharp look and Chel nodded understandingly. "Or not, I'm good with not."

Sierra gave her a small smile.

"So what did you think of the party? I think it would've been better if we were at a gay club. We should totally arrange that one day!" Chelsea gasped as the red light flickered and she continued on her drive.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not at the right mind space right now." Sierra told her friend.

Chelsea nodded. "Did you talk to Liam?"

Sierra nodded her head.

"Did you guys-?"

"I'd rather not talk about him." Sierra mentioned.

Chelsea understood and kept quiet as she made a turn to the block, drove up to the third house and stopped at the driveway.

"Here you are, safe and sound." Chelsea smiled brilliantly as she turned off the ignition and turned to her friend.

Sierra gave her a beam of gratitude.

"Thank you so much." She whispered genuinely as she held the door handle. Chelsea shook her head.

"Don't sweat it. There's no hindrance in this automobile." She stated.

Sierra chuckled and gave her friend a quick hug goodbye, before pulling her seatbelt away and getting out of the Volvo. She waved her friend one last goodbye before walking up to her house.

She pulled out her key and unlocked the door, inflowing almost immediately to see absolute darkness.

She quietly shut the door behind her before creeping her way up the flight of stairs.

"How was the party, dear?" Sierra heard her grandmother's warm embrace call for her from the living room.

Sierra mentally groaned in her head, biting her bottom lip in frustration before slowly making her way over to the living room where she caught her loving grams seated on the armed couch, next to the lamp stand, fully engrossed in her novel…Malleus Maleficarum.

"Um…it was okay." Sierra stated, with a light shrug. "I didn't think you'd be still up at this time, grams?"

Sierra's grandmother released a small simper as she descended her bifocals.

"I probably shouldn't be up at this hour, I suppose. What time is it?" The elderly lady questioned.

Sierra skimmed her eyes over to the clock.

"Um…midnight," She replied with a slight smile.

Grams released a light scoff. "It's definitely past my old lady bedtime, although, I was always the grandma that bent the rules." She joked.

Sierra smiled.

"Is Jace back yet?" Sierra asked.

Jason. Her brother –well not really, more like adoptive uncle given the fact that her grandmother took him in – was off for the past two weeks but was said to return around the course of the week.

She was extremely ecstatic to have him back. She didn't know why though. Sure, they were exactly as close as any 'brother and sister' would be but she felt sort of drawn to him. He'd always been with/for her for practically half her life so not being around her best friend surely stunk.

But despite the longing for him, she needed a third party to help her with her grandma.

Sierra mentally chuckled at this.

"Oh, Jace just informed me a few hours ago that he's running a little late. There's a huge hailstorm up in Alaska for the night so he'll perhaps be around by dawn." Her grams told her.

Sierra nodded her head.

"I'm heading to bed I guess." Sierra chucked, with a light yawn. "Do you need anything?" Sierra added.

"No, thank you sweetheart." Her grandmother replied.

Sierra nodded her head, spinning on her heels and ready to head to bed.

"You know, actually. I would actually like a favor from you." Her grandmother pointed out, stopping Sierra at her tracks.

She spun around to stare back at her.

"Yes, grams?" She posed.

Grams smiled, and patted the chair beside her, motioning for her to take it. Sierra frowned but obliged, sitting on the chair with her arms crossed.

Grams sighed as she placed the hardcover on her lap.

"Remember that story I told you about? About…" The fresh elderly lady began.

"The story about the origins of the malevolent spirit," Sierra stated.

"And what does it say."

"The spirit came from the ancient trivial nation which has still yet to be determined. It has open up doors to other ancient folklores such as the Circe, Morgan le Fay, and the Hecate. The spirit is so wicked that it's been resorted to be a sacred/secrete magical folklore in its 2500 year reign. The spirit can only take its thrown among the chosen ones. The necromancer's of Aminta casted the spell, Detainmos in order to keep the spirit under wraps. That was until 1943, the portal where the dark magic had been hoarded, had opened up and manifesting every single supernatural powers there is…" Sierra recited breathlessly.

"See grams. I remember!" Sierra scoffed.

Grams released a small smile.

"But, you missed the one crucial detail…" She pointed out. Sierra frowned. "Do you really know the meaning of Aminta?"

Sierra shook her head.

"You see. You may think you know the answers to all life's question, my dear, you're solemnly mistaken. The necromancers' did not just keep the powerful spirit safe from any danger, they protected it…they safeguarded it as if their lives depended on it, maybe it did. When the spirit had been unleashed, the dark magic had taken over and chaos with it. The portal had gone fanatical, causing outlandish havoc in the supernatural world. Over time, their enemies disappeared but one always remains…The magic awakens when their near, we can sense it now. We can feel the threat in our blood vessels. Something terrible is on its way, and we must all be ready…all of us." Grandma warned.

Sierra was intentive.

"The only way the spirit can be stopped is if it takes upon the last living heir/soul of the spirits descend." Grams finished off.

"The last living descendant,"

"Yes, dear, The Pythoness," Grams concluded, flashing a beam of pride watching her granddaughter catching on as quickly.

Sierra could sense there was a meaning behind her grandmother bringing up the topic. She couldn't quite understand why, and to be honest, she didn't exactly seem fazed to know the meaning behind it all.

"What does this all mean?" She questioned.

Grams could see Sierra being slightly engrossed in the story, even though she knew she refrained from dwelling upon it.

"What it means is-" She began, reaching for Sierra's hand.

The moment Grams touched her right hand, Sierra could visually see her grandma tense and she released a light gasp, completely shifting away from her with her eyes widespread.

"Grams?" She posed as she stared at her with befuddlement in the furrow of her eyebrows.

Grams was staring at her with complete and utter shock.

"Have you told anybody about our story?" She interrogated almost immediately. "Did you?" She snarled as she gripped Sierra's wrist tightly.

Sierra flinched at the suddenness and winced as pain began coming off of the effectiveness of her grasp.

"No!" She retorted in frantic, staring at the scar on her face. "No. Not all, grams!"

Her grandmother let go of her wrist after a couple of seconds and hitched a breath.

Sierra's eyebrows were furrowed at the arcane of her grandmother.

"Okay. Okay, go to be sweetheart." Grams stated, giving her a light stroke of the chin.

Sierra nodded, getting up from the chair whilst her hand grasped her wrist tightly, hindering the pain.

"Your friend..." Grams said as Sierra began heading out. "Bring him over for dinner tomorrow night."

Sierra nodded her head before heading off to her bedroom, stripping down into her pajama pants and tank top and walking over to her bed where her cat lay soundly. She jumped in, pretending to drift off but in reality was thinking about her crazy night.

… …

Sierra woke up that same morning, and got ready for her day. She grabbed some breakfast, her favorite…Cinnamon Toast Crunch!

The T.V was on, but Sierra's focus was fully on her grandmother working on the garden nursery outside. She had always worked on those flowers every day, she didn't understand why her safe heaven was in the meadow but wherever she felt sane was okay with Sierra.

She took a glimpse of her watch to see it was 8:30 a.m and she decided that it was probably time for her daily jog.

She left the house ten minutes later, taking a run around the perimeter of the block five times. She went over to the third block, where she caught the glimpse of the familiar house.

Sierra had to talk to Liam today. 1) Because her grandmother asked her to invite him over for dinner tonight. 2) She wanted to talk about what happened between them last night, but wasn't entirely jubilant about it.

When she reached the porch, she sucked in a deep breath and rang the doorbell. The door was answered almost a minute later and there stood Liam Dunbar, in his plaid pajama pants and a wife beater –she really didn't like the term. He rubbed his forehead groggily as he strained his eyes to see Sierra on his doorstep.

He'd probably just rolled out of bed.

"Sierra?" He questioned as he slid the patio door. He released a sigh, realizing it was actually her in the flesh. "Hey."

"Hi." Sierra whispered awkwardly.

"W-what are you doing here?" He inquired sweetly.

Sierra wanted so badly to be angry at him for what he almost did last night but who was she kidding? It's Liam! He's the sweetest guy you could ever meet.

However, she did remain stern and firm.

"Can I talk to you?" She questioned, stepping aside, not waiting for an answer.

Liam released a frown but shut the door behind him and stood next to where Sierra was leaning against the porch pole.

"What's up?" He brought up.

"Look. I don't want things to be awkward around us-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know me too." Liam stated.

"So whatever happened between us…last night? I want us to forget about it. I-I also don't know what got over me but I just don't think its right. I mean, you're my best friend Liam." Sierra chuckled as she looked up at his striking blue eyes.

Liam was already prepared for this conversation and he understood quite fairly well. She didn't feel the same way and he should start respecting that.

He nodded his head.

"Even though we haven't known each other that long, you were my first real friend in the school…and apparently this neighborhood." She giggled. "And I don't really want to jeopardize that." She stated –her facial expression turning into a gloomy one almost immediately.

"Hey, now let's not get all mushy or someone's really going to cry." Liam raised his eyebrow, nudging her arm.

She giggled.

"So my grandmother told me to invite you over for dinner tonight at our house. I'm guessing you're probably busy so I'll just-"

"I'll be there." He confirmed.

She deepened her gaze into him for a second, looking for any sign of regret and hesitance and thankfully found nothing. Sierra smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his hard chest, breathing in his musky scent.

"Thank you," She whispered.

Liam was flabbergasted at this but soon gave into the warm embrace, draping his arms around her shoulders and tightening the hug. He smiled as he sucked in her orchid scent.

Liam was the one who pulled away from the hug, realizing it was getting a little too much more than a friendship hug –for him – and stepped a back to smile at her.

"You remember where my house is right?" Sierra teased. Liam rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha," He mocked. She giggled. "See you later,"

"Bye!" Sierra waved the moment she stepped off the porch, then was on her heels running back home.

The moment she reached her house, she caught the familiar car parked by the driveway and she beamed.

The door was immediately unfurled and she saw the recognizable thick dark curly hair, olive skin, and charming, paddock auburn eyes.

Her eyes widened and she released an unusual squeal of excitement and began charging for him.

She threw her arms around his neck the moment she collided into his grasp. The young man released a chuckle as he twirled the excited teenager around.

"Jace…" She whispered breathlessly.

He laughed as he set her down.

"Hey, Era…" He grinned crookedly, adding on the pet name.

"Where the hell were you?" She growled as she punched his chest lightly. He smiled apologetically. "I was going to put your face as my wallpaper."

He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I wasn't gone for that long." He teased.

She widened her eyes. "Try being around Grams for 20160 minutes!"

"She's not so bad. I told you it gets worse with the old age." He pointed out. Sierra shrugged.

"She's not but, I just wanted you around that's all." She stated. He gave her a brilliant smile that would surely knock a girl off her feet.

"I saw you talking to your boyfriend a few minutes ago." He said tantalizingly.

"And you didn't even have the decency to greet?" She questioned.

"So he is your boyfriend?" He laughed as he entered the house, Sierra following as she shut the door.

"No." She released a slight blush. "He's just a friend. He's actually coming over for dinner tonight."

"And he's not your boyfriend?" He asked her.

"No!" She repeated.

He raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm just stating the facts missy. Don't hate," He laughed. She rolled her eyes.

"Now I wish you were in Alaska." She growled. He snickered as they ascended the staircase. "And don't embarrass me, please?"

"You know, I think I should show him some of your baby pictures? Remember your fifth grade photo day pic?" He pointed out.

She gasped.

"Jason!" She warned.

… …

Liam arrived around 7 p.m for the dinner at Sierra's. He didn't quite know what to wear that was safe so he just resorted to wearing a flannel and some sensible denim jeans. He brought a bouquet of flowers, knowing how Sierra's grandmother loved them.

The family and Liam were seated in the dining area, digging into the delicious food Sierra's grandma prepared for them.

It's already a 30 minutes in and the entire group was chatting as if they knew each other for more than one day.

Sierra however wasn't thrilled about the topic of discussion.

"And she stepped on the ball and fell into the mud puddle!" Jason stated and the entire group –except for Sierra – was in hysterics.

"I did not!" Sierra said in defense.

"Come on Sierra, the whole town crowd saw it. Even the mayor saw it!" Jace teased her. "You were one clumsy little rascal."

"But I went into gymnastics. At least that helped!" She tried protecting her case.

Jace rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin at the young teenager.

"So Liam, you said you were from which school?" Grams pointed out as she stuck in some broccoli. "There's chicken if you'd like? I know Sierra hates meat, since she's a vegetarian."

"Vegan," Sierra whispered inaudibly.

Liam smiled.

"Um…I'm from Davenford Prep." He replied to her first question. Grams nodded her head.

"That's a good school, why did you leave?"

Sierra stared up at him with concern. She was the only one who knew how much that conversation affected him so she decided to answer for him.

"Oh, he transferred because his dad got a job here."

"Oh, that's interesting."

"Yeah, he works at Beacon Hills Medical Hospital. I hear his dad is the best." Sierra smiled.

"He's my stepdad." Liam added.

Sierra frowned.

"What's your last name?" Grams asked randomly.

"Dunbar." Liam answered.

You really didn't have to answer that. Sierra thought.

"Did you know your name means "Fort" in the Gaelic language? But in the Scottish East Lothian means 'Castle headland'." She began.

"Oh, well that's good to know." Liam laughed.

"Actually, Dunbar means 'castle headland' and comes from the old barony of Dunbar, now in East Lothian in Scotland. The place name Dunbar itself comes from the Gaelic Dun meaning 'fort' and Barr meaning 'summit'. The town of Dunbar, at the mouth of Firth of Forth, Scotland is so called from its situation on a rock which projects into the sea."

"Okay, I think he gets it." Jason laughed. "He'll probably need to know that in his next history exam, won't you bud?" Jason said sneaking a glance at Liam who just smiled.

Sierra mentally thanked her brother/best friend for his input.

"Liam's a great lacrosse player!" Sierra laid it there.

The other two hummed.

"That's cool. I sucked at it back in my days." Jason stated.

"Jace, you were in high school three years ago." Sierra said with an eye roll.

Jason just stuck his tongue out at her.

"Lacrosse is great, but, I don't consider it as a sport I'd fully give into. I mean, I enjoyed it all my life but it's probably going to be something like a hobby for my in the future." Liam said.

Liam may be chill about all of this but he was feeling totally nervous, to the way Sierra's grandmother had been staring at him, with curious eyes and then to Jace who'd been acting way to nice to him and he really didn't know his agenda.

"You play any video games?" Jace asked. Liam nodded his head.

"Call of duty is by far my all time favorite." Liam stated. Sierra smiled.

"Yeah, dude. I heard the last one's coming out next year. I think that's bunk, we need more!" Jason retorted.

"What's that game you used to play when you were younger, Sierra? Was it, Legend of Zelda?" Grams asked, trying to join in the conversation.

"Oh that game about witches?" Liam pointed out.

Sierra's eyes widened, slightly glaring at her grandmother.

"Yes! Wow, boy you catch on fast." Grams pointed out. "What's your own take on it Liam?"

"I-I think it's a cool game."

"No…I mean what's your take on the supernatural?" Grams pointed out. Sierra widened her eyes yet again.

"W-what do you mean?" He asked.

Jace's eyes were looking in between Sierra's and his guardians whilst digging into his food.

"I mean, did you ever believe they were actually real? You know, those horror stories you teenagers are into these days."

Liam's breath hitched as these questioned were interrogated on him. He didn't know how to make sense of it and all he could do was pretend to go along with it.

"Um…well…I'm not sure. Anything's possible right?" He stated.

Sierra rubbed her temple in frustration as she began scratching on the dirt on the knife, trying her best to remain sane. Liam caught this and gave her a small sympathetic smile.

"Well. I'd think so. I mean, I hear these weird epidemics happening in this world. Like vampires…evenhumans turning into wolves." She pointed out, putting emphasis on the last word as she gave him a sly grin.

Liam's eyes were widespread at this and his heart picked up.

Sierra could sense how uncomfortable Liam was getting and decided to step in –because she too wasn't exactly thrilled.

"You know what? This has been fun but I think Liam better get going." She plastered a fake smile then turned to her friend. "I'll walk you out?"

Liam nodded, in relief so to speak and the cleared their food.

"Thanks again for the wonderful meal Ms. Hastings-"

"Oh don't worry about it sweetheart. You were a lovely guest." She smiled.

Sierra and Liam got up from their chairs. Liam said goodbye to the family, before leaving the house with Sierra on his trail.

"I am so sorry about that! I'm so humiliated!" She groaned a she covered her face in shame.

Liam sighed.

"I'm good." He told her as the two began walking down the block.

"Yeah, I warned you before. That she gets a little out of control." She told him. He laughed and shrugged.

"But it was worth it. Your brother seems cool."

"Yeah, he's awesome." She told him with a smile.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at school."

She nodded and they said goodbye before Sierra watched him disappear. She sighed as she spun around and began walking back to her house.

She was stopped in her tracks when she caught a car standing at the middle of the road a couple of feet away from her house. She frowned, tilting her head behind her before she began walking up to it.

She knocked on the tinted window, and it began sliding down and a gorgeous young girl with strawberry blonde and striking hazel eyes stared back at her.

Sierra widened her eyes when she realized who it was.

"What?" The strawberry blonde whispered sharply.

"Y-you're Lydia Martin!" She exclaimed with a wide grin. "You're like the most popular girl in school!"

"Yeah, well, truth to tell. I'm way more popular as you think." She gave her a slight smile, but there was double meaning behind what she said that Sierra was confused about.

"I don't mean to be rude but why are you in the middle of the road?" She pointed out.

Lydia released an exasperating sigh.

"You know, to be honest. I have no idea. I guess I'm just waiting for something to happen." She replied.

Sierra nodded as she crossed her arms as the coldness hit her skin.

"You must be Sierra right?" Lydia questioned.

Sierra nodded with a slight blush.

"You're the talk of the town." She smiled. Sierra widened her eyes.

"No, I'm not. I can't be. I shouldn't be!" Sierra stated.

Oh no!

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's a good thing. Good PR!" Lydia winked. Sierra gave her a weak smile. "I guess I better get going.

Sierra nodded.

The two girls said their send-off before Lydia pulled off.

Sierra couldn't help but play off a smile. Lydia was really nice.

She decided it was time to head off and collapse onto her bed after one hectic weekend.

Understatement of the century…

… …

A/N: So there you have it folks! A lot of you were asking for a Sierra background story and why she came into the supernatural mix? Well here you go! You'll just have to see what happens next!

What was your highlight of this chapter? Did y'all enjoy it?

What did you think of the conversation between Sierra and her Grandmother –whose name isn't Grams, explain that later – and the whole 'witch' talk? What did you think of the conversation between Liam and Sierra, did you expect anything else from it? Who likes Jason? What is Grams' deal with Liam huh?

Any questions you need to ask, hit me up in a review and I'll surely answer them in the upcoming chapters.

Next chapter will be a sweet treat so stick around!

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