Lizzie stared out at the horizon, wondering where everything went wrong. So much had happened in such a small amount of time.

Lizzie was now officially 18 years old, which she had been looking forward too, for so long. But without Josie, nothing was worth it.

The Necromancer was dead…after many attempts.

But so was Josie, who died in the attempt to defeat him the first time.

Losing Josie had destroyed them all, but it also gave them the strength to win.

But was it worth it?

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

Lizzie had blood on her hands from each of the battles 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 Lizzie.

Anyways, apparently, when Lizzie lost her sister, something in her mind broke and she turned semi-sociopathic.

Wasn't that wonderful?

From what Lizzie gathered, she could still feel strong emotions but her emotions like guilt for causing harm or being cruel to someone were extremely dampened.

Also, Lizzie's cruel side was now very apparent.

From Ms. Tig's diagnosis, Lizzie found pleasure in hurting others or causing them pain.

Lizzie knew that was true as Lizzie snapped Alyssa Chang's arm for simply mentioning Josie and found it very fascinating to watch as Alyssa's face contorted in pain. And of course, Hope had been there to calm her down before she did something far worse.

Like, end her miserable existence.

And Hope…

Hope was struggling, Lizzie could tell.

Lizzie couldn't blame her as Hope also lost Landon not long after Josie.

Lizzie knew that Hope was extremely guilty that she couldn't protect Josie or Landon, which was why she was sticking close to Lizzie.

Probably because she was terrified she would not be able to protect Lizzie and didn't want to take the chance that any would happen to her.

Lizzie sighed, breathing in the fresh morning air.

Lizzie 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 was her life?

She didn't know.

Would she become a heretic like her dear uncle?

It would allow her to stand beside Hope, once she activated her vampire side.

But what would she become if she turned?

A monster?

Then again, she kind of was one already.

Lizzie knew that this wasn't what her sister wanted for her but...she had always been far too similar to her uncle.

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 was for good reasons...typically.

Like blasting the Oni out of her.

Or breaking the sandclock so that they could escape the prison world 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-psycho-uncle.

She felt very conflicted about him.

He had actually saved her life after her sister died.

Shocking, right?

She could see the event clearly in her mind but she still couldn't believe it happened.

(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 was getting tired as well.

This was bad.

Suddenly someone stepped into their path causing them both to skid to a halt.

It was a vampire that was under the Necromancer's control.

And the people that we're behind them finally appeared and formed a circle around them. Lizzie looked at her sister and their eyes met.

Josie's gaze was 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.

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

A pounding pain erupted in her head and she felt blood trickle down her face.

"Fuck" She groaned under her breath.

She felt like her head was splitting open.

And everything was silent, except for a 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 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 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 but the raging pain in her head prevented her from arguing.

The man glanced up as the Necromancer entered the clearing.

"Great, Necrodicks arrived," Lizzie muttered. "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.

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

"Someone has a concussion." He mumbled.

"No," Lizzie denied, shaking 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 forehead 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 he 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 clearly noticed her concussed state and said something to the man that was preventing her from falling over.

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 Lizzie but that man holding her up.

Oh no…

Who was he?

A part of her wanted to look at him but another was like, you don't want to know...

"Ow…" Was the only thing she said.

And Josie gave Lizzie an exasperated look. 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.

"Uh, your honor?" Lizzie called mockingly. "You kind of have something on your face."

The Necromancer stared at Lizzie in confusion and started wiping his face.

Lizzie could feel both Josie and the unknown dude watching her.

And a mischievous smirk crept onto her face.

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

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's just your face." Then Lizzie gave a mock-sympathy look. "I can't imagine what it would be like to have a face that only a mother could love…if even"

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...

Josie's face was twisted in a deadpan that somehow had a little bit of a pursed-lip smile.

It was weird and so Josie.

The Necromancer's face twisted angrily.

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

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

"How quaint of you, the broken and mentally ill twin, to insult ME. THE NECRO-"

Lizzie yawned loudly, and the Necromancer stared at her offendedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were just repeating everything we already know," Lizzie said, blinking as if she was confused.

Had Lizzie been paying attention, she would have noticed the guy she was leaning against went completely still at the words that came out of the Necromancer's mouth.

"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 to scream but nothing came out.

Pain…

Everywhere.

Her neck ached...

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

Her mind was melting and tearing all at once.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

Her heart felt like it had been torn from her chest.

She couldn't breathe…

Her ears rang…

She couldn't focus.

Who was she?

What was happening?

Loss…

Fear yet...calm

Love forcibly taken…

Sister?

There was a weight on her chest.

Everything tingled...then it turned to pins and needles.

Something so strong and so solid had snapped.

Josie

Lizzie screamed

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

Trees were torn from their roots.

Lighting struck from nowhere.

And Fire raged across the land, destroying everything in its path.

Screams echoed yet Lizzie heard nothing.

She was in a bubble…

Was she floating?

She was 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 her magic.

Lizzie couldn't move…

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 shook, as the tears left trails down her face.

She was in shock, a small part of herself recognized.

It was so quick…

Josie was so strong yet she had been destroyed like she was nothing.

Her rage soared.

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.

In all honesty, she wanted to die.

Vaguely she saw the person speed away and return after some time 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 arm 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 shone so brightly, was left a cold and unforgiving void.

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

She was so 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 a hand on her shoulder and her eyes snapped up to meet the very familiar eyes.

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.

Malachai Parker

But he was dead…

Then Lizzie was hit by a realization.

Unless the Necromancer brought him 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 and before looking out at the horizon one last time.

Lizzie wished she could begin again and fix everything that happened…

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