𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄.

☩ ——— ✗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄. 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉. #AGAPE. ☽

a descriptive portrayal of 𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙠. Perfectly designed for tvd/to fandom. a witch whom communicates with the dead. #AGAPE. ☽

by little, Rayne’s body began to shut down. all she could do is pray that maybe someone would find her in enough time to rescue her but If not she only hoped that Rome and her grandmother knew just how much she loved them . . she did not want to die. 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

end . . until it did. silence, nothing in sight not even her . . the screaming stopped as well, Rayne’s body and soul hanging by a mere thread, still trapped in the car on a deserted road. the blood loss and lack of immediate help is starting to kick in and little >>

every single vein in her skull popped, one by one. the pain so much that it would make one double over in agony or pass out from the amount of severe, overwhelming pain. Rayne’s screams bounced off the trees and into the cool breeze , it felt like it was never going to >>

could to escape . . a bloodcurdling scream fell past Rayne Whittok’s lips as the girl leaned in closer to Rayne’s trapped body . . she reached out her hand and led it into the direction of Rayne’s head, sending a wave of agony throughout her as it began to feel like >>

just watched in fear as the other inched closer and closer until she was finally at the door, the same siding in which Rayne was trapped. she said no words, just stared. the anger within just radiating off of her and signaling to Rayne as she still tried all she >>

on the seatbelt once more , trying to break it loose but there was no use. the girl inched closer . . and closer. Rayne moved from the seatbelt to now yank on the door handle, which with the door caved in there was no breaking out of it either. Rayne was doomed . she >>

night. standing there, features held such anger like normal. Was she the figure who ran out in front of the car? . . Was Rayne dreaming right now? Please be a dream. . The panic heightened within’ Rayne upon the sighting, tears began to pour down as she yanked and pulled >>

frightened, mocha colored pools flickered around quickly to catch the verdict until. . there she was . . standing there in the single stream of light that beamed from a barely hanging on high beam . . The same girl who haunts the dreams in which keeps Rayne awake at >>

they sounded like . . footsteps? Rayne’s screams, cries for help started once more in hopes to retrieve the attention, better aware of your surroundings than not knowing. there was a loud bang . . one that not only jolted the car but frightened Rayne. her sobs continued >>

screamed , tears beginning to roll down her face —— staining her cheeks. delicate palm slapping against the hardened interior of her door, maybe someone would come . . or something. her sobs of agony and seer panic broke when the sound of rustling nearby was heard . >>

fresh, rust smelled - crimson. Rayne knew if she didn’t escape and soon . . she was going to be someone’s dinner other than the coyotes. she tried to look for her phone but it, along with everything else was thrown, scattered all throughout her car. ‘ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 ! ‘ she >>