• The Unexpected

    An Unexpected Visitor With Eleanor by her side Willow stepped into a little room off the main lab, and turned to look at her. “How are you here?” “Magic?” Eleanor shrugged. “I don’t know how much I can tell you. I don’t know how much is going to affect the reason I’m here. Talking to you, as you aren’t Megan or Scott, probably isn’t as bad, but I don’t know.” “Lovely, start from the beginning. You’re older. I can see that in your eyes. You aren’t the same girl I left three hours ago, working out how she was going to tell her father than she planned on becoming an…

  • An Unexpected Visitor

    A Mistake Of course it was going to be the Wests. Was their magic the reason she’d been sent back in time? Eleanor raked a hand through her hair, walking through corridors in the hope she might be able to find a way out somewhere, although she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to leave the building. Then she found a door. Breathing deeply, hoping she’d be able to go out, she opened it, and stepped out into a windy day. Looking up at the sky she saw that the grey clouds matched her mood. Feeling a little less out of sorts she made her way towards…

  • A Mistake?

    Going Back In Time Scott watched Eleanor walk away, not fast enough to stop her. Then again he wasn’t sure he would have been able to stop her if he tried. From the way her face had gone white… he shook his head. As one of the fae she was always going to know more about the Wests than he was, but her actions complicated things, because it meant there was something to Jenna’s unexpected departure. Raking a hand through his hair he tried to work out what his next step was going to be. Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer to him made this even more difficult. How…

  • Going Back In Time

    “We need your help.” The voice echoed around Eleanor, making it impossible to know where exactly it was coming from. She stilled, heart pounding, fear sweeping through her. According to her client the job was an easy one. An exorcism, to rid the building of a trapped spirit, but something about the voice told her they were wrong – and if she hadn’t needed the money she’d have already been out the door. “Lea, we know why you’re here.” “How do you know my name?” Before she could stop herself the words were out. “I don’t know who, or what, you are, but I’m not getting involved.” They, whoever they…