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Elle Aldrich

"Your crooked smile brighter than the stars"

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a character in “Evermore”, as played by Sorella

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NAMEXX Elodie Oriana Aldrich

NICKNAMESXX Elle, Ellie, Els, Dee, Deedee, Odie or really anything people could have thought of to call her. She responds to 'Hey you' fairly well.

AGEXX 18 at time of death, now 24.

SEXUALITYXXBisexual
xxxxxxGENDERXX Cis Female

NATIONALITYXX Italian and French on her father's side and Ukraine on her mother's side. But she's very westernized and grew up in Widow's Peak.

ROLEX Ghost Three

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Telekinesis abilities have not been found in Elle as of recently. There is uncertainty on whether she will or has the ability to utilize it.
Invisibility is an ability that Elle does have and it can be controlled at times, but others not as much. She hardly notices if she does go invisible, but it seems to tie in with her emotions. Usually extreme sadness/sadness of any kind will spark her likeliness to go invisible.
Intangibility is an ability that hasn't been seen a lot in Elle. It is there from time to time, but it is completely random and Elle has no control over it. This can often lead to some depression, because one of her favourite things is physical contact and sometimes being intangible can put a damper on it.

Elle does not remember how she died and doesn't even remember the day that she died. The last "current" memory that she does hold is graduating from high school and wanting to plan adventurous trips.

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M I R R O RXXM I R R O R

H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5'6", Slender.

Elodie is basically the sunshine incarnate or that is what people have told her, she prefers to be called the moon. She doesn't see herself as a full on sun. She does have messy blonde locks of hair with brown undertones. Elle has this crooked and goofy smile that can light up most people's days along with when she laughs at all of your stupid jokes.

Elle's clothing style is not anything spectacular. She has always been about adventure and exploring, so dresses and skirts aren't usually her attire. She enjoys wearing jeans, tank tops, shirts, cardigans, or anything along those lines. In the fall she wears more scarves and boots, while in the summer she has sunglasses and floppy hats. The few times she has worn dresses have been on a few different dates with Leo back in the day or mostly in summers when she didn't need to wear pants. Most times even if she is wearing a dress she has shorts on underneath, because you never know when an adventure will present itself.

As for jewelry and piercings' Elodie doesn't like most jewelry, but she does like necklaces over rings or bracelets. She finds that she is always prone to losing smaller piercing of jewelry. Elle does have a few piercings for starters she has the standard ear piercings, but she has one that she managed to keep a secret from her father since he was sixteen years old. She ended up getting a belly button piercing because she was able to convince her mom to sign a form for 'school.'

There is one unique identifying factor for Elodie, and that would be the birth mark on her left shoulder blade, it is shaped roughly like a cloud.

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W H OXXA MXXI?
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Sometimes upbringings can be a damper on who you end up being, but Elle never let her parents define who she was and how she was going to be with others. Her mother was always gone and her father seemed to pick up the slack for her. Elle grew up showing compassion and kindness where she could. She would be seen trying to save birds with broken wings, or returning spiders back outside. She instinctively has a nurturing side to her that wants to take care of people who need it, even if she neglects to notice that she could use taking care of herself.

The young woman is incredibly bright personality wise. She does have an above average education grade point average, but its basically just that. Instead she is a face you want to look at on your bad days because she is always displaying her crooked smile or laughing at jokes no matter how bad they are. Elle likes to make people feel good and feel valid, she will do anything to make people feel safe. Even if she never got those things, she wants them for other people all the time.

This of course does not mean she can't be an idiot or be rebellious. The blonde was known for sneaking out and going to senior parties when she was a sophmore until graduation. She was known for skipping class but using her mother's signature to get away with whatever. The one main goal that Elle has ever wanted was the feeling of being free and being at peace with it. Elle knew that her father's worst was yelling at her because he cared, so she did reckless and stupid shit, but she couldn't help it. But of her felt that way because she was so adventurous. Elle wanted to see the world, she wanted to learn cultures, experience every corner.

She was definitely a wild card at times, but she was respected and people knew she could take care of their kids for babysitting, or knew she would never do anything to harm another person. Elle was the person who would take care of the clearly wasted person at the party. Sometimes this meant holding their hair back while they threw up and rubbing their back or she simply would try and make jokes to make them feel better.

Very outgoing and down to earth but not very realistic. Elle was a massive dreamer. These days she is a little more on the reserve and can be seen talking less than she used to.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Elle is notorious for tucking her hair behind her ears and playing with loose stands. Whether that's twisting them around her finger or running her hand through her hair when she's stressed out or trying to think of something. This next quirk wasn't one she had before, but now she tends to find herself wanting to sleep a lot and you can find her curling up on couches or in chairs when hanging out in groups. She just feels a heavy sleepiness more days than she's used to remember. Elodie since being around again is afraid of going swimming and she doesn't understand why. If she stares in the reflection of the water for too long she gets very depressed and almost uncontrollably sad, which is a contrast to how she used to feel about water. Oh, Elle can definitely walk on her hands and she can speak in Italian. She knows some French, but she never fully picked it up.

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It may or may not be clear from above, but she has a fear of swimming and deep bodies of water. It goes so far as Elle hates submerging her head in the tub, because she always feels like she's going to be gasping for air or clawing to get back up to the surface, even though it is quite easy to just life her head up. She goes into full panic mode.

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T H EXXP A S T

It was the year 1995 when her father, Antonio and her mother, Sofia had Elodie. Elodie was the second born of three kids to the couple and was their first born daughter after the eldest son, Drake (January 3rd 1994) and before their second daughter, Aurora (August 28th 1997). Elodie was born on the 30th day of October.

Growing up her family was actually quite outgoing, most people would see them as a model family. Things began to changed when Elle was around the age of 10 and her mother was gone most nights and they hardly saw her. Elodie didn't know much of what was going on then, but her mother Sofia had been working in politics in the town, so she was busy doing campaign things for the vote coming up. It was in her time of running for mayor that a bunch of allegations came up where people were saying she wasn't a legal resident because her family was from the Ukraine. They mentioned that the only reason she married Antonio was so she could gain status, but despite what people said, she had been born in America.

Sofia ended up losing the vote for mayor, and after that they basically just hired her as the secretary at the office. Sofia felt like a failure, especially since around that time she had a miscarriage and had little support from Antonio about it. This eventually led to her drinking glasses of wine before bed, and by the time Elle was 11, her mother was wasted every night. This is where she learned to take care of drunk people and had extra care for them.

It was at this point her father who owned an Italian bistro in town had to pick up the slack for his wife. Antonio became more protective and restrictive on what they kids could do. He had strict curfews and schedules laid out for them, that they all followed, but when night time came around they would help each other sneak out and the three of them were actually quite close. So when Drake got his license, it made easier for them to go out and do stuff after curfew.

Elodie's high school life wasn't a bad one. She was on the cheer team that Widow's Peak managed to have. She was always most excited about pep rallies or anytime she got to put her gymnastic skills to use. Elle had taken gymnastics from the age of 5 until the age of 12 and she was super passionate about it. So even when she was a freshman she ended up making it on the team, which she stayed until she graduated, especially since it looked good on her transcripts for college.

It was in the Sophmore year that she was asked out by the one boy in the grade that she had been waiting to get asked out by. Ever since freshman year she had a crush on Leo Mathers and had been dying to be asked to a dance or asked on a date by him. She knew she could have gone to ask him out herself, but she always felt nervous around him. He was the one person that could get her to lose balance, just by him being around. As they started dating, she was sill nervous but he made her laughs more genuine and whole. There no denying it, but she felt that they were always meant to be together, even if she was just a naĆÆve sixteen year old.

After graduation Elle worked in her father's bistro as a waitress/hostess where she began to save money towards everything she would need for schooling. It was in that time that she snuck out of her house to go river rafting with Leo. It was something they had planned on doing, but her dad didn't want her going because it was too risky and unpredictable. Of course Elle disobeyed him, and that led to him leading multiple voice mails on her phone, so when she finally got back up onto where the bus would pick them up to take them back to her car, she checked her voice mails. Immediately she answered his call, and he began to yell at her.

Elodie yelled with her father for minutes on the phone about how she was eighteen soon to be nineteen and she could do what she wanted. He would have to let her go to do her own thing. Which each frustrated sigh and groan Elle had ended up closer and closer to edge of the cliffs. She could hear people in the background telling her to get off the side of the cliff and to move back towards the road. Just as she hung up the call and turned on her heel to walk back, she lost her footing, she began to fall. Her hands grasped for the rocks as her screams echoed through the ravine.

The last thing Elle had seen was the look on Leo's face as she fell down the side. Her body had succumbed to a lot of bruising and cuts. Once she had hit the water, she was knocked out, and unable to keep herself afloat, which led to too much water getting into her lungs drowning her.

After her death, her siblings quit at the bistro and moved out of Widows Peak so they could get away from all of the sadness. Her mother ended up drinking more and getting into drugs. She can never be found at home, meanwhile her father is furious and depressed. He had to get his mother to take over the business while he grieved, and all he does these days his sit on his porch waiting for the day his daughter returns, even though she's not.

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Elle Aldrich's Story

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A gasp filled the empty apartment, and a formerly still body sat bolt upright. Soren gasped for air, his heart still pounding in his chest.This had happened every single night since he’d first woken up in this apartment. Every time he woke up, he woke up afraid, but the memories of the dream disappeared as soon as he tried to remember them, vanishing like smoke into the abyss of his mind. His phone was hovering a foot off the bedside table, and he snatched it from the air, checking the time. He didn’t know why he could suddenly move things without touching them or why they tended to hover in midair when he was upset about something or why he seemed to flicker in and out of sight at times. He didn’t know why his memory was so blank. He didn’t know where he was, why he was here, or what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He’d hoped he might figure it out with time, but two days later and he still had no idea. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he needed to do and that something was urgent, and every morning he found himself reaching for his phone as if the answer would be there. It never was.

It was late morning, later than he’d meant to sleep. Groaning to himself, he grabbed the packet of smokes on his bedside table, pulled on a hoodie, took up his usual position, sitting on his window sill with the window open as wide as it would go, and lit up a cigarette. Even if he couldn’t remember what the dreams were about, or why he was here or what the hell was happening to him, he knew that a smoke was one of the only things that could calm the tremors in his hands and the shaking of his breath. It seemed that the things he couldn’t remember outweighed the things he did. His memory was just a gaping void, full of things that he felt he could almost remember, but the minute anything became halfway clear, it would just slip out of reach. Except for a few memories, and almost all of them were ones he would have been fine with forgetting.

And then there was the name. Markus Vasco. It had been his first thought when he’d opened his eyes two days ago, and it was a name that seemed to be constantly whispered in his mind ever since. He’d done a bit of research, and it seemed he was a tattoo artist somewhere in town. Soren had the address written down on a piece of paper, but something was holding him back, stopping him from going and looking just yet. What the hell was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Hi, two days ago I woke up with total amnesia and for some reason, the only name I could remember besides my own was yours. Do you have any idea about it? Because I sure as hell don’t.

He sighed, blowing out a lungful of smoke out the window into the street and watched as it twisted and curled, before fading into nothing. Somebody had once told him the cigarettes would kill him one day, and he’d just laughed and shrugged. He blinked at the sudden memory, but the faces around it were gone, empty faces he just couldn’t recall no matter how much he tried. He stubbed out the cigarette and closed the window, figuring he needed to get dressed and figure out what the hell he was going to do for the day. There was a leaflet abandoned on the counter, one that had been shoved into his hand by someone on the street yesterday, advertising the town’s Halloween festival. Even if the night itself was just under two weeks away, the town seemed to run events for the whole of October. Soren went over to pick up the leaflet. Something, deep inside him, told him that was where he should go tonight. Well, it wasn’t like he had any better plans.

He spent the rest of the day just in the apartment, doing a little more reading into this Markus Vasco. He’d considered googling his own name more than once, but every time he went to type his name in, a wave of panic and anxiety came over him, telling him not to do it. He figured that reaction meant that he probably wasn’t going to like whatever he found, so he just never looked. But he couldn’t find much on this Markus person either, and he knew that meant he probably just needed to get over himself and go talk to him. He promised himself he’d do it the following day, but first he’d decided to go to this Halloween market for whatever reason.

He pulled on his trusted silver jacket, put on some eyeliner to make him feel a little more like himself (another thing he instinctively knew and couldn’t explain), and headed out. It was cold, but it had at least stopped raining. His breath came out in a swirl of fog as he walked, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him. Torches lined the streets, giving everything an eerie and atmospheric look. Stalls lined Main Street, with local businesses all running stalls of all and every kind. There were people selling handmade masks and costumes, local artists selling art, and so much wonderful looking and smelling food. He bought a cup of hot apple cider and wandered down the street, looking at the stalls and wondering what it was exactly that had drawn him here, or if it had just been curiosity and something to do.

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-Few Days Ago-

A bright light could be seen through her eyelids. Her back was stiff as if she slept far too long, and her eyes slowly opened to reveal her irises to the moonlight. She was almost mesmerized by the moonlight that she nearly did not notice the whooshing and trickling sounds of water.

Her heart started to beat in her chest harder and harder as she was picking up on more of her surroundings. Quickly she rolled off of her back and onto her stomach, so that her arms could extend in front of her to push herself up and onto her feet. As she got up sand began to slip off her clothes, and even more dusted the ground as she turned her back 180 degrees to look at the water in front of her.

She could start to feel all sorts of emotions rise up inside of her looking at it, and it got to the point she had a headache that was growing in strength by the second, before she had to just look away.

Exhaling sharply she began to wipe the sand off of herself before she started to take her leave from the stream. She had no idea where she was, but she walked until she found a road, which had said Widow’s Peak was up ahead.

-Present day, October 17th-

The apartment had been so empty and lonely, Elle hated being there. She didn’t talk to many people and she felt like she didn’t know anyone. All she could remember were different places that existed and what some people looked like.

Not to mention the apartment building she was living in was not something she ever saw herself in, maybe she would have to get a new place or get a job so she could save up and move out of town, but so far she needed to check it out and see what this place had to offer.

The blonde had been walking down the streets of Widow’s Peak. She could tell that fall was popular here as she saw multiple signs about the festival going on for the next couple of days with various events that were fun for the whole family. For a minute she wondered what a family would be like to have and to take to a fall festival. She imagined having two little kids, a girl with brown pigtails and a messy blond mop on a little boy as they ran towards the face painting station.

It was a brief flash in her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile. Hopefully one day she would get to do something like that.

There was a particular place that was in Elle’s head, and she couldn’t get it out. She wanted to be able to remember exactly where it was, but it was clear as day in her mind. Maybe it wasn’t even here, but she had to at least try and find it. A name was ringing in her ears as she tried to find it, one that came up in her dreams a lot since being here.

After a couple of hours walking around, thinking about heading back she saw the house. Her blue eyes grazed over the house and for a moment she could feel a warmth in her chest that felt almost nostalgic.

It only took a few moments of looking at it, so a few little blurry memories to flutter by. Ones of setting carved pumpkins outside of the house, or being nervous as she entered the door frame to have dinner for the first time. It only made Elle curious about what kind of first time.

Without even thinking she was crossing the road towards the house and walked up the the front door. Her hands traced the wood trim around it. She could feel her heart become happier as she stood there as she whispered the name that she felt was connected to the house, ā€œLeo.ā€

Elle knew there was something significant about the name, she would just have to see who this Leo was, and maybe it would all click. Maybe this was why she had to come here. She exhaled softly and as she turned on her heel to leave she had nearly bumped into someone. Instead she was incredibly startled and placed her hand on her chest.

ā€œYou scared me. I’m so sorry, I will get out of your way.ā€ Elle said as she began to make her way passed the female and back onto the sidewalk.

ā€œHi there! I’m with the Widow’s Peak Church, did you have a moment to talk about the lord?ā€ She asked in her usual cheery way.

Elle stopped in her tracks and sighed, almost as if this was muscle memory or it just slipped into her head. It came out so casually as if she had been saying it for years. ā€œNo Zoe, I am good. I’m sure if I haven’t joined by now I’m not going to.ā€

ā€œDo I know you?ā€ Zoe asked as Elle’s eyes went wide, before turning to look back over to Zoe. That was right, Elle went to high school with Zoe, she was a couple grades younger, but always promoted no sex before marriage and purity rings. Now she was going door to door to talk about the lord?

Elle didn’t know why she felt compelled to lie to Zoe, but she did. ā€œNo, no you don’t. Namaste or whatever you wanna call it.ā€ She said waving her hand as she walked away from the house. Maybe the festival would be the better idea.

Besides, maybe Leo wasn’t that important. Maybe that was who Zoe was with now and she was intruding on their little family. If anything the world felt incredibly confusing right now, and Elle just needed some sort of answers, but she didn’t even know what answers she was seeking for.

It felt like she was on the world’s longest hangover, but regardless she started to head back to the main area of town. Maybe she would make it in time to see what creations were made in the pumpkin carving contest, it had always been her favourite.

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The smell of warm spices and crisp autumn air filled the market, Leo taking in the scenery as his dads futzed over the arrangement of their tools for the pumpkin carving contest. Their family had won blue ribbon for pumpkin carving every year, his dads always eager to return to defend their title. The prize money would be donated to charity in their company’s name and they’d take a picture for the local paper. It had grown tedious over the years to participate in one event after the other presenting themselves as the beautiful little family behind Mather’s Construction. But it was good for business, and his parents genuinely enjoyed spending the time with him and creating traditions so he played along.

He’d picked the design, tracing it onto the pumpkin for his parents to take turns carving over the next hour. Some years he’d go with a pop culture reference, Stranger Things was a fun couple of years of designs. Leo had tried convincing his parents to do a Tiger King themed pumpkin, but they didn’t want to associate the show with their image. Instead Leo had opted for a harvest theme with an ornate designs of foliage to be carved at different depths to play with the light. It was a classic country design that the judges just ate up. Leo free handed most of it, he’d always had superior spatial reasoning.

ā€œAlright, I think that’s it.ā€ Leo said after some time, using the pumpkin to counterbalance his weight as he stood and leaned back to crack his back. His shoulders were stiff from leaning over for so long, he rotated his neck until he heard his joints click from the motion. His dad took the pumpkin, the other still arranging their tools.

ā€œStop fussing over the station, Michael. We have forty-five minutes.ā€ His dad said. Leo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, already the competitiveness was surfacing. He scratched the back of his neck, his already mussed hair ruffled askew. His dad set down he pumpkin, Michael taking it and beginning to carve stale-faced without another word.

ā€œYou wanna hang around kid?ā€ His dad asked him, reaching to smooth the back of Leo’s hair.

ā€œYeah, I was going to check out some of the vendors but I’ll be back before the judges come around.ā€ Leo assured him, knowing his dads would want him around for pictures.

ā€œYou don’t want something to eat?ā€ His dad asked.

ā€œNah, I’m not hungry.ā€

ā€œYou sure? There’s a place that has a whole turkey leg, or maybe a pumpkin pie?ā€

ā€œThat sound’s good. Maybe we can get one all together later?ā€ Leo was expert in dodging the subtle manipulation to eat. His medicine gave him a low appetite, something that his dad thought gave him reason enough to monitor Leo’s eating.

Michael looked up from the pumpkin he was carving, sensing the tension. ā€œRay will you take over? I need to find my rubber tipped gloves.ā€

Leo gave his dad, Michael, an expression of gratitude – taking the distraction and ducking out the moment Ray had his back turned and disappearing into the crowd. It’d been years since he had been to a Harvest Fest with Elle, but still it was hard to walk through it without thinking of her. Memories of celebrating her birthday came in with the Autumn breeze. There were always reasons to remember her. She was in the touch of fresh fallen snow, the smell of fresh Spring rain, the warmth of Summer sun. There was no part of his life she hadn’t touched.

Leo tensed, his body’s rhythm sensing the oncoming alarm. His watch beeped, his hand already reaching to silence it. He pulled a small pill box from his pocket. His dad Ray would arrange his medicine every Sunday night. They had a set of seven small pill boxes that each had two compartments, one for morning one for night for each day of the week. It was small enough to fit into his pocket, he’d grab a new one every day. It had all become so apart of his daily life he barely registered when he was doing it now. He didn’t even need water to get down the pills, just swallowed them dry.

He’d been walking around for nearly half an hour and barely took in any of his surroundings. That’s how he spent a lot of his time, on auto-pilot. It seemed to be better than whatever he was before, or at least that’s what the people around him said. He could see people grouping around a hot apple cider stand, deciding he’d grab some for him and his dads before he headed back to the pumpkin carving. A flash of silver caught his eye, Leo doing a double take for a moment certain that he saw someone he hadn’t – couldn’t. He furrowed his brow, wondering when was the last time Soren had ran through his mind.

ā€œHere’s your ciders!ā€ Said the peppy worker, handing him a drink tray with three cups of cider.

ā€œThanks.ā€ He said, shoving a few stray dollars into the tip jar as he took the ciders and headed back towards pumpkin carving area.


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Leo pushed through the throng of onlookers, careful not to spill his cider. He kept his head down, one hand wrapped around the drinks like a protective barrier as he pushed through. His parents saw him approach, beckoning him over.

"Got us some ciders," He said, grabbing his own drink then passing off the other two to his dads.

"What a sweetheart, thanks kiddo." Ray said, giving Leo a warm smile.

The judges were working their way down the line, Leo drinking his cider as he admired his parents handiwork. The pumpkin was beautiful, they were sure to get blue ribbon again - though it was hardly a competition. Everyone know the Mathers would win because they'd donate their winnings, it was the necessary order of things.

"Put your drink down," His dad whispered as the judge approached, photographer in step behind them. Leo tucked his drink behind his dad's back, stepping in between his parents as the judges pivoted to face them.

Leo gave them a smile, the small talk already static noise in the background. No one ever asked him to speak, an unspoken agreement between him and his parents. All they asked is that he showed up - and he complied. The photographer snapped a photo, all of them pausing for a moment to pause.

Snap, flash. His eyes drifted over the crowd, one face blending into another.

Then, he found her. Cerulean eyes clouded for only an instant, then like the clouds had parted before them he could see the light return. He hadn't thought he would ever see the shape of her smile again, lost in the curve of her lips. Suddenly short of breath, he realized he'd been holding it all this time. He gasped, slamming down the mug on the table.

His dads looked over at him with notable concern, Leo immediately apologetic.

"Sorry, I -" Leo looked back up, still seeing Elle's face in the crowd. "I don't feel good - I'm going to go find some place to sit."

The Judges still had to announce the winner, his parents would wait until then to come after him. Leo pushed his way past the fringe of the festival, ducking down a quiet alley and bending over to catch his breath. He was certain he'd been mad, finally crossed that line where he was seeing dead people. He shook his head vigorously, losing his balance for a moment and struggling to upright himself. Propping himself against the brick wall behind him, Leo closed his eyes for a moment trying to slow his heartbeat.

The sound of oncoming footsteps made him open an eye, a silhouhette framed in light turning down the alley towards him. Leo furrowed his brow, his hand reaching out to block the light from his eyes. He felt his heart stop when her eyes met his.

"...Elle?"

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Her body had been drawn towards the pumpkin carving section. The blonde couldn’t tell why she was drawn to it or how she could remember it was her favourite thing. It just felt right to say and it hit her in one of the warm spots of her heart. She could feel herself looking around at the people and seeing if she knew them or seeing if they knew her. Most people seemed to have more of a confused look for a second but it would fade.

It was when her eyes grazed by some of the carvings and landed on one in particular. The work was so intricate and nice. It took precision and years worth of practice to be that good, something only the Mathers could have done.

Elle could feel the thoughts of confusion wrap around her head and a headache coming on. Some things just came to her mind as if they were nothing, but they also seemed foreign.

The judges had come around to take a photo with the family that carved the pumpkin with all the fall foliage on it, and Elle had watched the boy in the middle hide his cider, which only amused her to the point of her lips curling up in a smile. Of course cider wasn’t the best thing to have in a photo that would be in the newspaper. Widow’s Peak probably tried to save what they could of their public image.

Her eyes glanced over the man in the middle again. Her heart could feel as though she knew him most of her life. She could almost feel herself step forward towards him to try and talk to him, but she realized she must seem like a crazed person. Instead her eyes met his gaze. His eyes were friendly yet sorrowful. Despite the fact that they were brown, they spoke thousands of languages and tugged you in closer. They were the stories of hundreds of years in foot traffic. But they were still kind and they were home.

Their gaze broke as he left immediately after the photo and went elsewhere. Elle was stunned for a few seconds, but immediately her feet carried her towards him. Her brain was trying to fit the pieces together as she ran to catch up with him.

It wasn’t until the last piece was in and she heard her name escape his lips. This was the person she was looking for, Leo Mathers.

Her eyes had gotten lost in his again, but this time it was like some of their best memories flooding in. It was their first date or the first time he helped her sneak out so she could party with everyone.

She nodded her head yes to him questioning if it were her. ā€œLeo.ā€ She spoke softly as she moved slowly to be in front of him before extending her hand out toward him. She desperately wanted to hug him, but she didn’t know what his boundaries were.

Elle had no idea what to say. He seemed like he was unsure of the fact that she was here and that she could see him. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, she didn’t know what would happen if he rejected her, was there something she was forgetting?

ā€œDid something happen to us? We’re still together right? I feel like I have been dealing with amnesia the last few days. Did I hit my head hard the other day?ā€ She couldn’t stop the rambling of questions that came out of her mouth, she could feel a searing headache trying to take over her thoughts.

ā€œI-I’m sorry, I just don’t know who else to ask.ā€ Elle felt a sense of comfort around Leo. She knew he meant something to her, she could feel some of the emotions and she had a decent chunk of memories. Elle just wanted more info and she hated having this feeling that she had blacked out or was concussed. How did she end up in the field by the water? Why was she out that far and not in town? Was it a camping trip gone wrong.

Her eyes had glazed over more a moment until she blinked and her eyes were more attentive to his. They were familiar and they felt like home. Before she even knew what she was saying or why it had blurted out of her lips, she couldn't take it back and she didn't know how to explain herself. Her hand had already instinctively gone to brush up against his, she hadn't grasped his hand or anything, but she did brush her finger against his.

"I missed you."

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Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Leo Mathers

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Elle's touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, more real than anything he'd felt for a long time. His thoughts were running a mile a minute but all he could see was her face. The sunlight on her back made her glow, painting her in shades of gold. If this was madness, he wished his mind had gone years ago. He reached a hand to cradle her head gently, his fingers twining through her silken hair. In so many ways she looked exactly the same except, like him, harder lines that traced her face marking the passage of time. Maybe this was his mind's way of finally letting him grow old with her.

"I've missed you, too." Leo didn't realize he was crying until he spoke, the words gurgling up and his vision blurred. He brought his forehead to hers, blinking rapidly in an attempt to dry his eyes.

He'd always thought the way they did these things in movies was overdone. The too-real hallucinations, the sudden dive into absolute insanity. Yet here he was, holding a dead girl who was as real as him. Even her hair smelled like cinnamon, though maybe that was just the smell of the Festival on him. Either way, Leo wasn't going to waste a single gifted moment with Elle - even if it was just in his head.

"You were gone...for a while," He wished he could pretend like nothing happened, like they were kids again. Leo wasn't sure if confronting reality would make her disappear, but he knew neither of them where what they were and couldn't pretend to do so. He reached for her hands, holding them between them.

"I've been waiting for you though, Elle." His forehead still rested against hers, afraid if he leaned back and beheld her again that he would start crying.

Her hands felt so real, he could feel their heat between his. Even her breath was hot on his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment and just let himself soak in her presence.

"I'm sorry you haven't been feeling like yourself, but you're here now." He whispered, his hands sliding to cradle her face between them. Tilting her chin up to guide her lips towards his, Leo leaned in to brush his lips against hers. "I'm going to take care of you, always."

A hand fell along her side, sliding beneath the fabric of her coat to wrap around her, tugging her closer. Her body pressed against his, she still fit perfectly. He reached further into her hair, desperate to hold on tight in case she disappeared in his own arms.

"I love you so much, Elle." Leo's words fell on her lips, melding his mouth against hers. At first he was slow, deliberate; years of yearning pouring into one moment. He gripped at the hair at the base of her neck, deeping the kiss.


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Character Portrait: Erin Mohaghan Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Nixie Cole

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On their walk towards the pumpkin patch for photos, Nixie could get the slightest feeling that faces in the crowd looked familiar, but why? She would blink and they were gone though, so her best conclusion was that she didn't get enough sleep the night before and was making herself see the things she thought she did.

Phoenix had her fingers interlocked with her girlfriend's as their arms swung back and forth. The line up for photos was long, so they decided just to hang out and drink their drinks. That was when Katrina's eyes had caught onto something and Nix could tell. "What are you looking at now?" She asked her as she eyes tried to follow her gaze and eventually landed on the grand piano near by. "No, absolutely not."

"Come on, Phi, you have to. There isn't much else for us to do right now anyways. Think of how happy it'd make everyone right now." Kat said with her pleading face that made it next to impossible for the brunette to say no to.

"Fine. I'm doing it for the people, just so we're clear." Phoenix said as she handed her stuff to Kat to hold. She began to walk over to the piano. The ivory keys were where she felt most at home, and it took her a minute of staring at them before she sat on the piano bench. Part of her hated playing music in Widow's Peak these days. It just reminded her that her biggest fan wasn't there. It was easier living far away from home, because sometimes she would forget for a few a moments.

After she would stand up and bow after every recital though, she always looked for the same familiar eyes or the slight smile on her face. Some days she was crazy and she did see it. Nixie hated that playing was always associated with Xan, but she carried on playing because it was the only thing she had left of Xan and Erin.

Nixie was on autopilot and instantly her fingers began to move along the keys in a rhythm as if they were dancing along the keys. Nothing else in the world could pull her out of the trance she got in whenever she played this song, this was the one she called 'X' for Xan. It was a somber piece with a slow and dark base line, but at points the melody overlapping was upbeat and childish, until it turned more into a ballad.

While she was playing she hadn't noticed her phone had been ringing, but Katrina had answered it, just to hear a mention of the name Erin.

When Nixie was finished Kat was waiting at the piano. "I think its time to go." The words came in blunt, and the brunette was trying to figure out where she went wrong.

"Kat, what's wrong?" She asked scrambling to get up from the piano as she began to follow after her.

"I can't believe you would do this. I begged to move here for this?" The redhead said in a bit of a snap turning on her heel and looking into Nix's eyes.

"I really do not know what you mean, Katrina." The words escaped her lips, but the only thing that filled her mind was on how confused she had been.

"If you want to be with Erin, then just be with her, but don't do all this with me." It was with those words that Kat was storming off again. Phoenix had no idea what she even meant and why she was mad. Even if something had happened usually Katrina was patient and understanding, but perhaps Nixie had run out of having her be patient.

"Kat, Please don't walk away. Just talk to me." Phoenix said as she ran up to her and grabbed her wrist lightly to try and stop her before letting it go. "Please. What happened? Erin's been dead for awhile now. I told you this. How would I even be with her?"

Kat had sighed heavily before looking at her. "It's okay if she's alive Phoenix. You could have just been honest with me. But having someone call you and start with her name? Why would they have your number and why would it be tied to Erin? You know what, just forget it. I will be at the apartment if you need me. I just need time to cool down." With those words Kat had walked off and Nixie only stood there watching.

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Nixie had decided to just go get a piece of apple pie at the local diner. It was her comfort food and it was all she wanted to consume while her girlfriend was mad at her for a dead ex girlfriend.

She sighed as she entered the diner and took a seat at the counter on one of the stools. "Apple pie with extra whip cream please." Nixie said, ready to go into a sugar high, it was better than subjecting herself to alcohol or drugs, which had always been super tempting after everything that happened.

Phoenix got her piece of pie and grabbed the fork, taking a bite. As she looked up from her plate, she looked around to see if she knew anyone there, the only thing was two figures in the back, looked eerily familiar. For a moment she could have sworn... No it couldn't be. Nixie ignored it and continued to eat her pie. Could it really be them?

Nixie had looked at her phone and saw the phone number that called most recently, and hit the button to redial. As soon as it began to ring on her end, she could hear it in the diner too. Immediately she got up from her seat, if someone was prank calling her and trying to ruin her relationship, they needed to be confronted. The brunette had no idea who it would be, but she had to do this. There needed to be proof so Kat could stop being pissed at her.

As she neared the back of the diner where the gang used to sit she noticed it had to be the last booth. When she got there, she didn't expect to see the two people that she did.

"Is this a fucking joke?" How was this possible? Was this just really good makeup and people wanted to be sick and twisted? Or was she going mental? Either way, Nixie ended the call on her phone and looked between the two of them.





E L L E X A L D R I C H
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"I've missed you, too."

The words began to echo in her brain. She was confused but she was also comfortable. The same feelings of being safe and cared for came flooding back in to be around him. The only problem was, she felt something was off. Elle had been good for quite some time, but she felt as though she had only been gone since maybe a couple days ago. Leo didn't really offer any other kind of information though. Was there something he was hiding? or was it fine and she was the one being weird?

Her mind kind of faded from the fleeting thoughts she was having, instead all she could see were the tears that fled from his eyes and all her instincts kicked in like they were muscle memory. Her fingertips reached up to his face softly to wipe away his tears. She wanted him to be happy and she wanted him to be okay. Maybe showing up wasn't proving the best for that? Elle almost thought to try looking around for his parents, but her eyes felt stuck to his.

His hands had comforted her emotions from rising too much as he held them, and she let their foreheads touch. Being this close to him, made things feel less scary, like the day she had woken up in a field near the water. This made sense, and even though nothing else did, she would take her moments. Which concluded to her that she was right, that even if she wasn't feeling the greatest at least she was here now, at least she had him.

"I'm going to take care of you, always." The words were just short of making her begin to cry, but she composed herself just a enough, and let his lips brush against hers as one of her arms wrapped around his torso and the other rested on his chest. The movement happened flawlessly and there was no awkwardness about moving around him, it was easy.

She was about to tell him that she loved him too, but his lips fell onto hers. She could feel how much he was holding onto her and just how much emotion was in him. Her fingers clenched a little against the fabric of his sweater as she held onto him. Elle didn't want the moment to go, but eventually she needed air.

"Leo." She said softly, her forehead still leaning against his. "I love you." She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest. She had so many questions, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. Still she could tell that he was putting more into kissing her than he normally did.

"What's wrong Leo? Did we get in a fight and I forgot?" Elle asked as her eyes met his trying to search them for the answer. She hoped he had some kind of an answer for her, but who knew. Maybe she would have to find someone else who knew.

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Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Elle Aldrich Character Portrait: Leo Mathers Character Portrait: Xan Cole Character Portrait: Nixie Cole Character Portrait: Atlas Blake Character Portrait: Cassidy Aisling

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xxxdigging up old memories
xxxalways used to be the one to let it go
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xxxThey say I may be making a mistake
xxxI would've followed all the way, no matter how far
xxxI know when you go down all your darkest roads
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Markus found himself staring blankly at the man as he began to speak. Trying to convince himself that he was just imagining things. That there was no way that this was him. There was just no way. It was seven years now, he had seen the body, been to the funeral, everything. So, there was no way, he was just seeing things he so desperately wanted to see. But then, the other man spoke and Markus could have sworn his heart stopped in his chest. His voice. That voice. It was his. And suddenly, Markus didn’t know what to believe. Was he truly losing his mind? Was this the day he finally just lost all of his remaining senses? Probably. But, even if he was just seeing things that weren’t really happening, Markus didn’t want it to end just yet. He shook his head, taking him out of his thoughts as he finally felt strength return back to his legs to help pull him along as the other man got back in line. Markus didn’t know if he was staring or not, but he must have been as his eyes scanned over the man that stood before him as he spoke. Nodding ever so slightly as he said that he was from around here. That he grew up here. Or, that he thought he did. Markus didn’t understand what he meant, but kept silent as the man continued to talk. Not like he had much of a choice, seeing as his voice caught itself in his throat and wouldn’t come out as hard as he tried.

He found himself continuing to scan over the man that stood next to him trying to understand what the fuck was going on. Hell, he was close to asking what kind of sick joke was this, until the man finally said that he was sorry about his memory, and how he had bad amnesia. And that if he seemed to come across as rude, that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Markus took the cup the man handed to him, and took a sip. The drink helped clear his throat a bit, but not much. Markus finally found himself regain that strength he needed to speak, and he couldn’t help it as his voice came out in a shaky tone, try as he might to not have his voice break, ā€œIt...It’s okay.ā€ he began, clearing his throat and took a deep breath as the two began to walk once more. Markus took another moment to gather his thoughts, he didn’t know what was going on but, if Soren was really fucking here, somehow...Well, he wasn’t going to waste it. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to be able to talk to his best friend again-no, the person he cared for more than a friend, but that was so long ago. As if it was almost a life time ago. But, however many years may have passed by, and however older he may have looked...This was Soren. His Soren. His best friend. Markus bit his lip for a moment and began to finally speak again, ā€œYeah...I guess you could say we used to know each other.ā€ Markus said with a small chuckle, however forced it was.

This felt so unreal, but he wasn’t going to waste time with this. Markus sighed as he looked down at the ground before looking back at Soren. ā€œWe...We used to be best friends, Soren. Me, you...and one of our other friends.ā€ he paused for a moment, finally for the first time his memory went back to how things used to be. Back when they were kids, the three of then. He shook his head once more as he continued, ā€œBut, that was a long time ago. A really long time ago...But, that doesn’t matter. You’re back and...That’s all that matters.ā€ he smiled slightly, a rather genuine for the first time in a long time. He looked back at Soren, ā€œI won’t ask what happened but...If there’s anything I can clear up for you...I’ll be more than happy to, if I can.ā€

Soren could have guessed from the man’s reaction that they had somehow known each other, but being told that they had been best friends just broke Soren’s heart. He watched the man, desperately hoping for something to be familiar, for something to just trigger the memories and they’d come flooding back. But besides that lingering feeling that they had known each other, there was nothing. Soren studied the man’s face for a second or two, before things fell into place.

ā€œYou’re Markus, right? Markus Vasco?ā€ He said, his face lighting up in a smile at the realisation that the name finally had a face to match. Even though he asked it as a question, his gut told him he was right. Markus Vasco, his best friend… well, before. For a moment, there was that burst of emotion, just lingering for a second, but this time, echoes of the emotions remained. Not enough that he could remember why he felt them, but it was something.

ā€œWell… I mean, even if you did ask what had happened, I don’t think I could answer. I… just woke up two days ago and… poof. No memories, no… nothing. All I could remember was my own name.ā€ He decided against mentioning that his first thought had been Markus’ name for some reason. Now he knew who he was, he swore that the man’s face was familiar. But there was a bittersweet undertone. He knew who Markus was, but he couldn’t remember any of their history, any of the things that defined their friendship. All of the things he could remember were things he’d rather forget, but the good memories were completely out of reach.

ā€œI… have no idea what happened. Just… nothing. Do… do you know?ā€ He asked, turning slightly to look at Markus. There was a wave of that same anxiety he felt whenever he went to type his own name into google, except this time it didn’t go away, settling into his chest and wrapping around his lungs. Soren cleared his throat in an attempt to ease the building pressure, but it didn’t budge. He felt in his pocket for his cigarettes, but he’d left them on the window of his apartment. He took a sip of his cider, trying desperately to ignore the growing pressure in his chest.

Markus nodded slowly as he could tell Soren was trying to piece things together, and the moment he heard Soren say his name, a smile appeared on his face. But for just a moment. ā€œYeah. That, that’s me.ā€ a tone of excitement rang through his voice, quickly clearing his throat as he recomposed himself. Taking a deep breath as he listened to what Soren said. Not exactly fully understanding but, for as far as Markus was concerned, why would Soren be lying about this? It didn’t make sense. Hell, none of this made sense. Markus took a deep breath, before taking a sip of his drink, ā€œUhm...I think it’d be best if we...Sat down first..?ā€ he motioned with his head to a few benches that were off to the side of the main square, far enough away from most crowds. Once they both sat down, Markus put the drink down next to him on the bench, and clasped his hands infront of him before he began to talk, ā€œSoren..ā€ Markus began, ā€œ....Seven years ago...There was an accident...We got into an argument and….We both stormed off...I don’t know what happened exactly but...You got into a car accident, and...Sor... You didn’t make it.ā€ his voice dipped at the end, as tears began to fill his eyes. He let out a long held breath in a small gasp, rubbing his head. ā€œ...You wouldn’t know this cuz...Well...You were gone after this but...Our other friend...Erin she...She died not too long after youā€¦ā€ he shook his head, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees as he looked away. This was the first time in years he talked about either of them. And now, he was somehow talking to Soren again? Whether he was really here, or Markus was just imagining it, he didn’t know. But, if this was really Soren, however he may have been here, he deserved to know.

Soren’s chest tightened even more as Markus suggested they should sit down, but he just nodded numbly. It felt like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run away, to leave, that he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear, but he needed to know. He needed to know what the hell had happened to him.

But he never would have guessed what Markus was about to say. He had died. Seven years ago. It felt like there was a weight pressing on his chest now, enough that it hurt to breathe. He wanted to accuse Markus of lying, wanted to say it had to be some type of sick joke. But… deep down, it felt like he knew. When he desperately tried to call up some memory of the incident, all that came up were all the bad memories he’d tried not to think about. The shattering of glass less than an inch away from his face, the burning of cuts, and the sickening smell of whiskey. The fear of creeping through an empty house as silently as possible in case it wasn’t as empty as he thought.

ā€œThis… this can’t be happening,ā€ he managed to force out, searching Markus’ face for some type of answer. ā€œI can’t… how did I-ā€œ The weight on his chest now was unbearable, and Soren realised that the light above their head had begun to flicker and both his and Markus’ cups of cider were now floating in mid air. His hands were flickering in and out of sight. ā€œI need to go.ā€ He bolted to his feet, looking at Markus for just a second longer. ā€œI’m sorry.ā€ He managed to get out, before turning and walking away.

He didn’t know where he was going or why, but all he knew was that he needed to get out of there before something bad happened. Back to the apartment, back to where he was safe, away from everyone else. The quickest way home was through the crowds, and his intense discomfort won out over his desire to be away from people.

It was when he was in the crowd, surrounded by people, that it happened. His vision suddenly went black, and it felt like he’d been pushed into a freezing lake, gasping for air that wasn’t coming and the cold practically painful against his skin, even through his clothes. And then there was a voice. Low and dark and sinister. ā€œI’ll take things from here.ā€ It sounded smug, as if this was a game. And Soren couldn’t do anything to stop it.

And suddenly it seemed like he was watching his body from somewhere else. Something else was wearing his skin. Soren had never stood that tall in his life, had never worn an expression like that, one that was somewhere between idle boredom and intense hatred. It took him a moment to identify what was wrong. The iris of his eyes was pitch black, darker than dark, chilling when you looked at them for even a millisecond too long.

A demon was wearing his skin and using it to wreak destruction. Soren wasn’t sure if the limitations of his strange new abilities were just gone or if the demon just knew how to use it better. Because handmade stalls, impeccably made stalls, were shattered to smithereens with just a lazy toss of it’s- his- hand. In only a few short moments, it had destroyed half of the carefully made stalls without a second thought. And it smiled, an awful, twisted smile that looked all wrong on Soren’s face. It caught two people staring at him in terror and that horrible smile widened.

ā€œHaven’t you ever seen a ghost before?ā€ It asked, in a voice that was both his and not his, reverberating all wrong for such an open area. ā€œConsider this your first warning. Restore what was mine to me or I will use these vessels to bring more destruction than you can ever imagine,ā€ it called. It turned its cold, harsh gaze on a figure that Soren swore he knew, and Soren panicked. He didn’t know how he did it or even that he could, but he flung his consciousness towards his body. And it worked, because there was that same feeling of being temporarily submerged in water, of breathlessness and not being able to breathe.

For a moment, he stood exactly as the demon had stood. And then his legs gave out at the same time as a wave of dizziness and exhaustion hit him, and he hit the ground, dazed and trying to piece things back together.