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**I dunno why this post was set to private so I’m dragging it from the depths** And then she got an idea. An awful idea. Christy had a wonderful, awful idea.. This is a Cry for Help (A TSIME AU One Shot) I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this.

SONG ON REPEAT: Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt”

“I hurt myself todaaaaay, to see if I still feel...”

quick magic and mystery comic before the update tomorrow-

+ extra

NO THIS IS SO REAL- IM NOT EVEN IN THE MHA FANDOM AT THIS POINT BUT I READ THIS FIC CUZ I WAS BORED AND WHY NOT AND IT WAS SO GOOD NGL-

( @dfgfigfhf this is that mha and bsd fic I was telling u abt a few weeks ago btw😭😭😭)

Have you heard of 'When We're Together (I'm Not Afraid of My Tears)'? Since M&M ended it's been my new crossover fixation

YES! YES I HAVE!

Ohhh it's so good, i'm glad im not the only one rabid about this 😅

now that i think about it, i probably should post some sketches (i've been doodling some scenes in my notebook during church lmao) so thanks for reminding me!!

Big List of Uncommon AUs

-Western/Cowboy

-US Civil War

-Pet Store

-British Mystery

-Fighter Pilot

-B Movie

-Library

-Cult/Commune

-1920′s

-1950′s

-Pirate/Privateer

-Gladiator

-Retirement Home

-Daycare/Teacher

-Small Town

-Inner City

-Police/Firefighter

-Monastery

-Art School/Conservatory

-Writer’s Retreat/Group

-Laboratory

(If you use any of these, please share a link. I’d love to read them!)

More AU Ideas

-World War II

-Space station

-Eldritch horror

-Reality show/game show

-Conspiracy theory/paranormal investigation

-Politics/Congress/Parliament

-Bakery

-Boot camp

-Prison

Perfect Match (AU). Shadows of the Past (part 3): Damien & MC

A/N: Third part of the story. First part “Not Today”, second - “No Blood”. This part pictures the meeting of Damien and Kayla (MC) after several months. Kayla got to know that there is something very odd about Hayden and she wanted to talk to Damien about it, and not only that. They both are so excited to see each other, but something very unexpected happened. Tagging @confessionsofabrokegirl​ as she mentioned under the first part that she’d like to see more of this story.  😊

Word count: 1616

Damien sat on a park’s bench reading a history book about the Cold War, but it was hard to concentrate on it as he kept looking at his phone from time to time, checking if Kayla answered to a message in which he wrote an apology about yesterday. Minutes passed, but there was no answer… “Shit. I really disappointed her… Should I try to call her? No. I better not… I should give her some space.” he thought and put a phone back in a pocket. Then he started reading again, trying to forget about all that frustrating situation.

After a while phone in his pocket beeped. Damien quickly checked the phone’s screen and saw Kayla’s new message. He almost dropped the phone after seeing her name. “Dammit… what’s wrong with me?” He held the phone, this time more firmly and opened the text she wrote to him.

I am a bit upset, but not angry. I’ve got some news, we need to talk. Meet me later this evening?

He looked at it for a moment, slightly relieved, then wrote short reply:

Where and when?

After a minute she sent another text:

I need a drink, Archer & Hopps at 10?

He smiled and answered:

Sure. See you.

After sending this message Damien felt really well. He possibly was in the best mood through several last months, which he spent mostly alone with work and his own thoughts. It felt as he woke up from long sleep and now he suddenly is lively again. The idea of meeting Kayla after those long several months which were as dull eternity… the thought of her was as everything around him right now: spring’s warmth, light scent of grass and wild flowers spreading everywhere around park’s area. He rememberred those few moments, when Kayla held his hand or hugged him, fresh air around reminded him of the aroma of her hair. He glanced at the book he was keeping on his lap, then closed it and took it in his hands, stood up and left the park in quick pace. He had to go back to his apartment before meeting Kayla after several hours.

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Kayla at that time was on way home too. She still felt shocked thinking what is going on with Hayden, but at same time excited about meeting Damien after some time. It was almost 8 PM when she was standing in a shower, trying to find logical explanation to herself. “What if… Hayden is something artificial, a humanoid? As Damien said to me before, that those matches, they are too good to be true.” She was trying to remember anything, what could have been unusual about Hayden’s behaviour. She couldn’t picture anything, because she didn’t pay too much attention to details, as nothing in general looked too suspicious before today.

Only thing that seemed strange now was Sloane. She took care of Hayden like he was her close relative. What’s the deal with her? IT specialist working for NASA… What if she lied about her job and she’s somehow related to Eros? Her skills, Hayden, what Hayden told to Kayla earlier this evening… “That’s such a mess. I don’t know what I think about all this… I better wait for the news from Hayden.” she thought and went out from bathroom casually turning on a TV.

At that time evening news was reported. She poured herself a glass of water and looked at the TV screen without paying much attention. But then she saw something, what made her listen and watch carefully. Reporter was talking about bank robbery happened last night. Two faces of man and a woman on screen appeared, they both were wearing black clothes, a man was also wearing black beanie hat, and his face... He looked like Damien?! The picture wasn’t very clear though, it was made from distance. To make sure, she took remote control and stopped a broadcast to watch at that face for a bit longer. “Dammit… it really is him?.. There must be some kind of very strange coincidence. But what if he didn’t mean to meet me yesterday and he actually wasn’t at the bar at all? But no… bartender said Damien was there.. there was no point for him to lie, but that still doesn’t explain this mess… It clearly is Damien’s face.” she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Okay… we are going to meet after an hour and he is going to give me some explanation. It’s not Damien I know. There must be something else… calm down.” it was several minutes past 9, when she left her apartment and was on a way to Archer & Hopps.

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Damien came back home before 9 and quickly jumped in a shower. After that he changed his clothes and checked his wrist watch.

“I better hurry… ” he thought and put a leather jacket on, while going closer to the window, looking outside into the night full of city lights. He had a feeling in his guts that something is going to happen, something bad. He shook his head trying to stop thinking about it. “Everything is going to be alright… What could go wrong?” Damien kept looking through the window. Something was missing in there. “Wait a moment… Where is my car??” his eyes widened when he realized there isn’t his car in a parking lot. “Last time I used it was yesterday’s noon and after that I didn’t even check if it was there… Not good …”. Before calling the police about the robbery, he pressed the internet browser’s icon on his phone screen to check the news. “Dammit… I have a feeling this robbery is related to another crime..” he thought while waiting of The New York Times page on his phone to load.

“Holy sh… What???” Damien shouted the last word out loud in disbelief. He read the highlighted headline of the article on the top of the page, published several minutes ago:

Most Wanted: Former NYPD officer Damien Nazario And Famous Journalist Amanda Meyer Committed a Robbery at The Central Bank of New York

There were several photos captured by surveillance cameras and the one of his photos which was used in NYPD archived documents. He quickly put on shoes and scrolled through the article, looking for details of the crime. “Just great... Of course my car was involved in this mess!” He angrily shouted to himself, desperately raising hands in the air for a moment. “I don’t know who that guy is, but I surely have a big problem at the moment.” Damien quickly left apartment and ran outside. He kept a quick pace walking through narrow streets. „I hope it doesn‘t mean Kayla is in danger.“ he worriedly looked at the phone that he held in his hand, and dialed her number.

After several beeping signals he could hear her voice.

„Hello, Damien?“ her voice sounded as she was shiverring. „It wasn‘t you, right?“

„Hi... No matter how bad it looks, it wasn‘t me. I‘ll be near a bar in ten minutes, hope you be there soon too? We‘ll need to change location and to go somewhere we won‘t be spotted easily, because now I am one of main suspects of the big robbery and you also might be in danger... I am afraid I will be arrested soon even if I have no idea what is going on... Seriously, Kayla, I have no idea, you have to believe me. It must be related to the past.“ he was panting while talking as he was running fast through the city streets trying to reach bar as soon as possible.

„Damien... I believe you, but this is such a mess...“

„I know, but at the moment don‘t think about it, just come and then we‘ll quickly think of what to do, okay?“

„Okay, I am on my way. See you soon!“

„See you!“ he hung up the phone, put it in his pocket and kept running.

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Mysterious man sitting in a dark grey car was observing Damien running down a street and slowly following him, far enough for staying unnoticed. Cruel smile spread across his face, street lights reflecting on his teeth.

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It was almost 10 PM when Kayla went through the narrow street which crosses the bigger one, where the bar was located. When she got to that street, she noticed Damien from distance, going towards on an opposite side.

“Damien!” she shouted waving to him.

Damien noticed her and waved back. He stopped to check if no car is about to ride along the street, while Kayla started crossing it, looking and him. At that moment car appeared from the corner behind him, tires were squealing as car made a rapid turn and drove towards Kayla on a high speed.

“Kayla! Watch out!!” he shouted pointing at the car aproaching her.

Kayla froze in a middle of the street looking at car with shock, lamps blinding her, while Damien ran to her direction. Last second before her colliding with the car, Damien grabbed her arms trying to drag her on his side of the street, but it was too late. She was hit by car and Damien's strength wasn’t enough to hold her. She flew away several meters hitting the surface of a street, while car drove around them, tires squealing and leaving them in the cloud of dust, riding away as fast as it appeared.

Then there was a total silence… Damien was in shock, standing like a stone, looking at the spot several meters away, where Kayla was laying on the ground surrounded by smoke and dust in the air.

Perfect Match (AU).  Where Is My Mind? (part 4): Damien & MC

A/N: Damien wakes up next day after an accident and strange things keep happening... what‘s the truth behind all this?

Honestly, I want to stop constantly living with thoughts about Damien and Perfect Match story in general. I love this book and I love Damien and miss his loads, but writing this AU story makes me very sad and consumes me emotionally, because all of those versions that plays in my mind are kind of chaotic and sad. I don‘t think I‘ll write more of fanfics with continuation in the future, maybe just one shots. Anyway, before that I will share the idea of a plot that I had for this story. This chapter will be the one before the last one, and in the final one will try to explain all this mess I made in these chapters lol. And thanks in advance for those who gonna read this. Tagging several very supportive and nice ladies who showed interest in the story: @confessionsofabrokegirl , @alanakusumastan , @ahteneah . And thanks in advance for each of you who gonna read this  ❤❤❤

Also, if anyone interested to listen to, this track was one of those to give me the mood for all the idea I had, it has some evil scientific experiments vibe, check it out if you want. :)

Word count: 1790

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Damien stands there for several moments in shock looking at Kayla, who doesn’t move. Then he jumped towards her and kneeled down, grabbing her shoulders and slightly shaking her.

“Kayla! Kayla, please!!” he shouted looking at her closed eyes. He put her head on his lap and took off his phone from the pocket quickly dialing 9-1-1, still looking at her. After several beeping signals, dispatcher answered the phone asking for details of the accident.

After Damien told of what have happened, and the address of the place, woman on phone asked: “What is your name, mister?”

Damien hasitated for a second and then said his name, knowing that police will find him very soon. He hung up phone call, still looking at Kayla’s face. His eyes started getting wet, he still couldn’t believe of what has happened.

Then suddenly an idea came to his mind. He tried to remember how the car who hit Kayla looked like… “Dark grey Toyota, and its numbers… Oh my god… It was my car! If it was used in the robbery before… It must be related to that same guy who looks just like me…”

While he was deeply thinking, trying to remember anything else, he didn’t notice when Kayla opened her eyes. Her silent voice calling his name brought him back. “Oh, Kayla, thank god you are alive!” he gently took one of her hands, looking at her with relieve.

“My head…” she took a deep breath. “I… I have to tell you something.” She suddenly frowned as she was feeling pain, trying to put her free arm in more comfortable position. Damien carefully helped her. “Hayden… There is something off about him…” she inhaled again and suddenly curled up because of  feeling pain.

“Shh shh… calm down, better don’t speak, and try not to move. Ambulance is on the way.” Damien tried to sound calm and comfort her a bit.

“Okay…” she kept looking at him, her eyes full of tears.

“Everything will be okay. It should be. We’ll go through this. I promise.” he wanted to smile at her, but he couldn’t hold his tears, wiping one of his eyes.

“Damien I…” she tried to finish a sentence, but her eyes closed and her hand in Damien’s became weak.

“Kayla, Kayla! Stay with me!”

She fell into unconsciousness and didn’t answer to him anymore. He cradled her and buried his face on her chest, weeping queitly, until he heard sound of sirens getting closer.

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Everything suddenly faded to black and there was nothing around as Damien was floating in total darkness… He tried to shout Kayla’s name, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t sure if he was sleeping or being partially conscious, but he could hear some voices as they were distant, but still audible. It was a dialogue between man and woman, man’s voice was somehow familiar, but Damien couldn’t tell who was it.

“That’s enough for now, we have to get him back.” man’s voice said, it sounded commanding.

Then there was a small pause and woman responded.

“Are we going to tell him the truth?”

“Yes. We’ll make a deal, and I am sure he won’t be able to refuse.”

Then there was silence. Last thing Damien could remember was suddenly sensing a narrow sharp object as needle stuck into his right hand and after that he sank into deep sleep.

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Damien woke up in his room, raised his head and frantically looked around. First thing that popped in his memory was unconscious Kayla in his hands, before the view faded to black… “Oh my god… what happened later yesterday?? How I got back home and I am not dealing with the police right now after I was openly accused in media that I made a crime?”

With all these confussing questions in his head he quickly jumped off the bed and put on the first shirt and trousers he found on wardrobe and then took the phone from nearby table checking time and date. “Okay… I am not going nuts, it is the next day after these events… or isn’t it?”

Damien realized that lately he had lost a sense of time, he doesn’t remember what day actually was yesterday. During several last months time was flowing somehow… non-linear.

“Calm down, Damien… There always is a logical explanation, no matter how crazy things might seem… I am not crazy.” Then for his surprise he noticed an icon of new message on the phone’s screen. He pressed on a notification to see that it is a new message… from Kayla.

Hey, message me when you are awake. We have to meet later today. I am going to tell you the truth.

What he saw next, give him one more proof, that what is happening right now is really weird. He scrolled through his and Kayla’s chat and he noticed that last messages before this one was sent… half year ago.

“Did I somehow deleted some of messages yesterday? But why would I?” He tried to remember anything what happened previous night after a blackout. There was nothing. Totally nothing.

“I have no messages of yesterday, what other evidences of last night’s events I have? Okay… there was an article about the robbery.” he opened ‘New York Times’ page to check news of current and previous day. He found out that there was no such article… Then he checked other news’ sites. Nothing. Nothing related to bank robbery and nowhere his or Amanda Meyer’s names were mentioned.

“I am sure of what I remember! There must be something to prove it.” He was walking at his room in circles trying to remember anything what would help him to understand this whole mess. Then he looked through the window to the parking lot. Car was in its usual place. “So it all possibly means that nothing like that ever happened... But where is explanation?”

He went outside the apartment to check his car. Actually, he found something. On the driver’s side, the front part of the car was slightly damaged as it hit something or someone before. “Did it hit Kayla, or there was something else?..” he sat down on the ground, resting his back and head on the side of his car. He closed his eyes and remembered an accident which happened around half of year ago. He checked his chat with Kayla again. “Okay, at least something makes sense.”

Those messages was sent at that day when Kayla was visiting her friend who lives not far from NYC in a neighbouring town. It was a winter time and there was a snow storm, as Kayla got stuck in the road going back home and she wrote a message to Damien asking if he could pick her up. He agreed to come to help her, but on his way when he was driving through forest a deer jumped off into the road. He tried to avoid the collision with the wild animal, so he drove off the road and hit the nearest tree. He lost consciousness and then there was an illogical gap of his memory… There were no injuries, no hospital… He just woke up next day as nothing like that actually happened.

At that moment when he was rememberring this event happened half year ago, he noticed several scars on his hands that he didn’t notice before.

“Okay… I have no idea what that ‘truth’ I need to know is, but I have to know it, because all this is such a mess. I don’t understand what has actually happened and what not, and just… why?” Damien thought to himself and wrote a message to Kayla.

Hi, I am ready to meet you anytime today.

After several minutes there was the answer:

We’ll need some privacy. If you don’t mind, I’d be at your place after a half of hour.

Without thinking much he texted back:

Sure. See you soon.

He stood up and went back to his apartment.

Damien had some whiskey left on a shelf in the kitchen. There was a layer of dust on the bottle as it wasn’t touched for a long time. “Seems as every thing around me is trying to give me a hint that I wasn’t here for some time. Something happened after that accident on winter. But then I would have been among missing people.”

With that thought he unlocked his phone again, writing his name in ‘Google’ search. He didn’t find anything unusual, just several links to his social media accounts, also several articles linked to solved cases back then, when he worked for NYPD. He also remembered one more article, which was related to a mission worked for Interpol. He searched for that case writing some key words related to topic. After several minutes he found something he was looking for, that was an article’s headline:

Interpol Forces Recued Nearly 30 Kidnapped People, Who Were Used for Illegal Scientific Experiments

He read that article where some generalized details of rescue operation was mentioned. While reading it, Damien recollected his own role in that mission. He was working undercover, letting himself to be kidnapped with other people, that he could get inside of the main laboratory, which was in an unknown location, while Interpol got some information from where that secret laboratory was getting some people for unsafe experiments. Damien risked his life, but successfully acted according the most part to the plan, and collected some necessary data to reveal laboratory’s illegal activities. Although he wasn’t able to run away by his own, he was caught by scientists and some unknown examinations on him for short period of time was made too. Luckily, what Damien found and sent to Interpol before he was caught was totally enough to spot location of laboratory and to save kidnapped people. Alana was one of main participants in that rescue mission as she was highly concerned of Damien’s destiny in all that situation. Obtained secret data also revealed that the experiments performed in there were related to research of human mind. Most of scientists were caught, but several of them managed to escape. Later updates about that case revealed some details about rescued victims. Most of them fully recovered and were able to come back to normal lives, while several of them got insane or experienced very severe brain damage because of experiments, which caused them to live rest of their lives in a persistent vegetative state.

“What if… all this mess I am experiencing now is somehow related to this case of the past?..”

At the moment he thought about it, he heard the door lock phone ringing. He jumped from surprise and then went towards it to answer.

Perfect Match (AU).  Red Pill Or Blue Pill? (part 5): Damien & MC (?)

A/N: So here it is a last part which reveals an important decision Damien is going to make between two options: or 1) to take „ a blue pill“ – to hear the truth and then let it to be erased to leave his past behind and start a new life, or 2) to take „red a pill“ – to hear the truth, and make a long-term deal with ‘Eros‘?

For now providing just initial part of this final chapter, there will be more for sure, as there still is so many things to explain in all this mess I made lol. This all is more like a draft, as those conversations possibly doesn’t feel natural or easily imagined and it is possibly hard to follow the storyline. I had a strange version in mind and I found it kind of tough to describe... not sure if I am succeeding at it though, but I am trying my best. Tagging @confessionsofabrokegirl @alanakusumastan @ahteneah . Feel free to write me some remarks about how this part is going in your opinion, thanks for your time in advance! And thanks for anyone who gonna read this. :)

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Damien ran to answer door lock‘s phone. He heard Kayla‘s voice asking if she can come in. After a minute he opened apartment‘s door and let her in. She looked the way as nothing happened previous day. He was kind of surprised, but his face couldn‘t express it as he was overwhelmed by everything he faced that morning so far, he just gave her a weak smile, turning his side to her and gesturing her to come inside. She went through the door, but stopped in the narrow corridor in front of him. They stood very close, she gazed in his eyes for several moments, then down to one of his hands, taking it.

„Tell me, how does it feel?“ she looked at him, smiling, but in that smile an irony could be seen.

Damien couldn‘t help, but his hand that she was holding started slightly shaking. He released his hand from hers without answering anything and went to the living room. He wasn‘t sure how he felt seeing Kayla this way after everything what happened previous evening. After everything he has thought this whole morning before she came, he felt more worried and slightly terrified than relieved or happy seeing her still standing in the corridor. He turned his back at her as he didn‘t want her to see how totally confused he felt. He crossed his hands and stood quietly, still not being able to understand what is happening.

She stood in corridor for a moment, then walked into the living room stopping herself inches apart at his side, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. „Oh, Damien... she obviously means a world to you.“

He fully turned at her and made a step back to make more distance between them. Damien looked at her face trying to understand her emotions. Kayla looked as she felt sorry for him, yet again, her expression was somehow fake and sarcastic.

„What do you mean by saying ‚she‘?“ he frowned with confussion.

„Oh, I am sorry! I am forgetting how similar, practically identical I look like her.“ she smiled playfully, as she was entertained seeing Damien totally lost about of what she just said.

„Wait... what? I don‘t understand...“ he sat down on a couch, covering his face with both hands.

She quietly sat down next to him looking at his hidden face. Damien felt her darting eyes though his hands, but he ignored it and kept sitting with covered face.

„Listen, Damien, I am sure you are feeling very confused, but you have to calm down.“

He drew his hands away from his face, looking to the ground, sighing. „Okay, spill it out, because all of this is driving me crazy... What do you mean ‚she‘ and what do you mean you ‘look identical’?“

„I will answer it later. For now I want you to help to figure out some things yourself. First of all...“ she stood up and gestured Damien to follow her. He obeyed and stood up, going after her. „I guess you are still not aware of these...“ she said when they were standing in a bathroom in front of the mirror hung above the sink.

Damien looked at his face in the mirror surprised. Not only his hands, but also face had several scars. He touched his right cheek, on which there were a deep scar. Then he looked back at his hands and scars he noticed just this morning.

„Oh my... I had no idea.“ he still couldn‘t believe of what he saw in a reflection.

„You were very lucky, that glass shatter didn‘t get in your eye. Actually, you are very lucky that you survived at all.“

„What is it all about?? Seriously... who are you??“ he looked at a woman beside him realizing that he has no idea who is she. It is clearly not his friend Kayla.

„Okay, okay.. I actually am not Kayla. You can call me Joanne.“

Damien looked at her for a second and went past her leaving bathroom without saying anything. He went to a kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey, then leaned at the the wall thinking. Joanne came after him, looking at his face.

„How can you look that... alike?“ he gazed back at her with suspision.

„Later about me, now about you. Do you remember where are these scars from?“

„Accident on winter ?...“

„Yes, that one. And what do you remember happened after that?..“

„Actually... When I remember it, it all is so weird. Back then I didn‘t realize that it didn‘t make any sense. I just woke up next day as there nothing happened and continued my life as usual and... There was no scars.“

Joanne was quietly observing, waiting for him to remember something else. Damien still stared in his arm, which was holding a glass of whiskey, looking in the marks of past he couldn‘t remember. For a moment he couldn‘t think of anything, as all this was too much to understand at once, he didn‘t even care much about the fact that in front of him stood someone who looks like Kayla, but with different name... He just stood looking blankly, but suddenly a random idea appeared in his mind.

„I must be dreaming right?... it just doesn‘t make sense. You, the one I know as Kayla, claiming it is not Kayla, all those scars I didn‘t see the whole half of year...“ he didn‘t pay attention to her and quickly reached kitchen‘s sink, turning on cold water and applying some on his face. „Wake up, Damien, wake up!“

She came to him and grabbed his wrist with almost inhuman strength.

„Look at me. You are not dreaming, okay? Now sit down and we‘ll talk as two decent... humans. We don‘t have much of time. “ she led him back on couch.

„Then you tell me, what is it all about, Joanne.“ he frowned, demanding her to speak.

„Actually, you are partly right, when mentioning dreaming... Let‘s start from beginning to make things clear for you, that you‘d understand who am I and why I am in here.“

Damien crossed his arms, listening.

„It all is related to ‚Eros‘.“

„Wait... I thought they didn‘t find a ‚Perfect Match‘ to me and everything was over. “

„No, it is actually different than you think. I have to show you something. “ while saying it, she stood up and went to take her bag she left in the corridor. Joanne took off several folders from it and opened several files while sitting down on a couch. „You probably thought that they didn‘t include you into a ‚Perfect Match‘ program because they realized that you were conducting personal investigation of the company and they labelled you as ‚ineligible‘, that you couldn‘t get closer to find anything. Well, that‘s also true, but it is not only about the company in general, it is also about you.“

She showed several papers to Damien. One of them was his description, others described Hayden, Steve, Kayla and Nadia. While he was taking a look at those papers, Joanne asked him:

„What you find in common among those participants‘ descriptions?“

„Well, I see there are two groups – ‚Eros‘ clients and candidates. I am among candidates with Steve and Hayden... How on earth they know all this about me?“

„For now don‘t think about it, later about it. Now answer me, what do you know about Hayden?“

„He was Kayla‘s ‚Match‘.“

„What else do you know? “

„Well...“ he tried to concentrate and to remember something, what was foggy in his head, but he knew there is something else about it in his mind. „I don‘t remember it clearly...“

„Try to remember, that‘s important.“ she was insisting.

„Wait... I was sitting in a park... Hayden cut his hand... No blood.“ he shaked his head with disbelief what he just said. „No, those memories doesn‘t seem real, as if I wasn‘t experiencing them myself, it‘s more like dream or as someone put those memories into my head, if that‘s possible at all... I really don‘t know from where I know it or if it is even real.“

„Actually, that‘s amazing!“ her eyes lit up.

„Why is that?“ he asked, not understanding what‘s so amazing to hear about his hazy visions.

„Thing is, that it was just as you said – that‘s a memory, but it is not yours.“

„Whaat??“ Damien looked at her surprised.

„That memory is Kayla‘s, and it happened almost a month ago.“

„I don‘t understand. Where is Kayla then?? “ he felt very confused looking at Joanne, who was simply telling that it is Kayla‘s memories.

„Wait, we‘ll come to that part too. For now let me tell you – you never met Hayden or Steve.“

„I didn‘t?“

„It also was some memories from someone else.“

„From who?..“

„Let‘s say, it was other you. Same as I am other Kayla.“

„Wait... you mean, someone identical to me? But... how? “

„There is something in common with that ‘other you‘ and Hayden as well.“

„So you are saying, that for some time instead of me was living that ‘other me‘ and collected some memories for me? “

„Yes, something like that.“

„Then where was I?“

„That‘s where we are starting to talk about a dreaming part.“

Town Witch AU where a bright and youthful sorceress fresh out of her training and Ascension moves to Forks, Washington to take over for the medicine woman who recently passed under mysterious circumstances…

Living outside of town on the property left behind by the former mistress of the wood, the reader takes up shop in a lovely, modern chic home designed by a local architect who would be the very first to invite her to dinner after a tour of the property…

During the course of her first year, she would ease her way into the lives of the local townsfolk. Selling herbal remedies for joint pain, charms for young girls in love, candles to ward off vile spirits. Quickly earning herself a reputation as a sort of miracle worker. And of course, she would see to the needs of the local Wolf Pack, as well as the coven of Vampires who called themselves the Cullens if only to keep the peace between them as her predecessor had before her arrival…

And who would come to her for help when her world turned upside down? Why a young girl with no frame of reference for actual boundaries. Breaking into her home only to tell her all about the vampire breaking into her own to watch her sleep…you know, because that isn’t a very obvious red flag…

There in, taking pity on the naive girl, the reader resolves to take her under her wing. Giving her a part time job as well as her protection from outside entities by not only allowing her to help out with her practice, but also teaching her a thing or two about practical uses for everyday spells…

Naturally however, the girl wouldn’t keep her distance from her sparkly stalker and chaos would ensue from wars with nomadic wanderers, to Newborn Vampires and eventually even the greatest thorn in the reader’s side, the Volturi…

Oh, yeah! And a few years into her stay? The very moment things begin to calm down after said naive girl gets turned following the birth of a blood-hungry baby with the worst name ever…?

This guy ^^^ would decide to imprint on her the day he comes back from college…