It's more suspicious to not leave a trail than to leave mundane markers. Trixi has a public record: birth certificate, school records, the occasional mentions of academic accomplishments. There is nothing remarkable. Nothing unusual. Nothing that would bring untoward attention.
Alyce Carrow, on the other hand, has no wary parents guarding her like the Blacks guard Trixi. If examined, though, she has nothing remarkable in her public record, aside from the death of her twin brother.
Witch or no witch, she just hasn't made the news, the title of Girl Scout cookie sale champion in second grade notwithstanding.
She's walking through the cemetery now after her dismissal by Tom. She comes here whenever she's bothered. Alec's ashes are locked away behind a wall of marble, but her presence near him helps. She misses him so much.
Alyce considers Tom and Trixi part of her family. She might be treated like the red-headed stepchild sometimes, but she has more power than Trixi. All of them know that. She makes a difference in their coven's balance, in what they can do. She doesn't mind taking orders. It's usually not a big deal.
She loves Tom. She can't explain why. He's not very nice. He's ruthless. But he's smart, and he has brilliant ideas. He's like a big brother, even if he's technically a little younger, and he watches out for them. He always has, so long as you don't cross him.
Alec loved him, too, and that was always good enough for her.
She and Trixi are friends. Not close, giggly BFFs or anything, but they get along well. Alyce isn't a masochist; she would spend time with people she hated.
But...
Ever since Luke turned into a vampire and went on that vengeful rampage, things haven't been the same.
(If she's honest with herself, and she is, sometimes, she'd recognize that things haven't been the same since the ritual went wrong and those demons killed her brother.)
She's sitting on a gravestone in the shade across from the columbarium. She's been watching the clouds float by, trying to calm down and get centered. After a while, she reaches for her phone. This is probably not the smartest thing to do. Tom will be furious. Sherlock might not be as he seems to her.
What the hell. She gets to be rebellious, too.
She dials his number and brings the phone to her ear. She bites her lip as it rings.
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Alyce Carrow, on the other hand, has no wary parents guarding her like the Blacks guard Trixi. If examined, though, she has nothing remarkable in her public record, aside from the death of her twin brother.
Witch or no witch, she just hasn't made the news, the title of Girl Scout cookie sale champion in second grade notwithstanding.
She's walking through the cemetery now after her dismissal by Tom. She comes here whenever she's bothered. Alec's ashes are locked away behind a wall of marble, but her presence near him helps. She misses him so much.
Alyce considers Tom and Trixi part of her family. She might be treated like the red-headed stepchild sometimes, but she has more power than Trixi. All of them know that. She makes a difference in their coven's balance, in what they can do. She doesn't mind taking orders. It's usually not a big deal.
She loves Tom. She can't explain why. He's not very nice. He's ruthless. But he's smart, and he has brilliant ideas. He's like a big brother, even if he's technically a little younger, and he watches out for them. He always has, so long as you don't cross him.
Alec loved him, too, and that was always good enough for her.
She and Trixi are friends. Not close, giggly BFFs or anything, but they get along well. Alyce isn't a masochist; she would spend time with people she hated.
But...
Ever since Luke turned into a vampire and went on that vengeful rampage, things haven't been the same.
(If she's honest with herself, and she is, sometimes, she'd recognize that things haven't been the same since the ritual went wrong and those demons killed her brother.)
She's sitting on a gravestone in the shade across from the columbarium. She's been watching the clouds float by, trying to calm down and get centered. After a while, she reaches for her phone. This is probably not the smartest thing to do. Tom will be furious. Sherlock might not be as he seems to her.
What the hell. She gets to be rebellious, too.
She dials his number and brings the phone to her ear. She bites her lip as it rings.