"Olivia! You are just like your mother" the witch hissed with hatred in her voice. "Taking sides with humans when they had nothing but burnt us. Do you have no feelings for what you are? Just because you have lived with me. It did not make you one of them. In the end, you are like us!" her voice went low and soft in the end as she walked closer to Olivia and placed her hand on her shoulder.
"You still have time, if you want to stop all this, you can come with us. We only want you."
The other witch nodded hurriedly too.
"Yes, as long as you return with us, we will not harm any of them. You want that right?" The voice was soft and enticing. Olivia could feel the itching in her feet as if she wanted to run away with them.
"Ollivia!" but a distinct voice full of pleading stopped her. She turned to look at struggling Damon whose face was full of horror. "They are doing something to you. You have to.." before he could speak further, he fell on the ground.
