Who: Erica & Scott truestofalphas What: Meeting to explain what's going on When: Friday, 3/20 Where: Sorcerer's Mansion Status: Ongoing/Closed Warnings: Possible mentions of death
Erica exited the Mansion and sat down on the steps, pulling her leather jackets tighter around her. Ever since Derek bit her, she didn't really get cold but now she couldn't stop shivering. She ran her palms up and down her arms, trying to warm herself up but to no avail.
She reached for the phone in her pocket and frowned at the screen. Twentieth of March, 2015. She shook her head. It was 2011 where she came from, how could she have jumped in time? And how come there is another her here? And Isaac and Scott - and a girl Scott?! This wasn't what she signed up for when she took the bite. It was supposed to cure her, to finally make her strong and give her the courage she needed to finally be somebody. But that backfired spectacularly, as most things in her life did.
Her teeth chattering with cold - or was it shock? - she waited for Scott, her patience growing thin. If the note in the information packet (she snorted at that, because of course she appeared in a world where information packets about spontaneous teleportation were handed out) was to be believed, there was no way to go back. She balled her hands into tight fists, hoping that Boyd managed to get away safely.
At least she wouldn't have to worry about Argent trying to torture her again, if Scott was right.