BEWITCHED

7- Well, Aren't You An Old One

A's/N: It's taken me a little longer to write out this chapter as I had switched full-time jobs as a baker IRL. With the time and energy, I have saved for just weekends now, uploading more than two chapters a week is difficult. However, I'll try to keep up with the ideas I have saved for future chapters and upload them on the weekends to keep to a constant schedule. 

With two bags packed and ready for Dallas, Octavia sat in Bon Temps graveyard close to Sookie's house. Living just down the road from Sookie, Octavia always made sure to visit once or twice a week after her grandmother's death. She deeply felt Sookie's pain but stayed far away when Sookie needed to face her own fears of a killer in Bon Temps. To this day, Octavia knew Rene was a cold-blooded killer based solely on his dark thoughts and hatred for vampires. However, from different moments over the past few months, Octavia was also very aware that Rene knew she was a vampire. The hybrid's mind wandered back to a few weeks ago when Rene confronted Octavia during feeding when he tried to kill her and miserably failed. Overpowering him was easy but even more humorous when she used several spells to defend herself against the human, catching him completely off guard about what she was. 

Octavia felt like that was all she was good at doing when it came to vampires and humans: catching them in surprise. Looking at her surroundings, it was clear she was missing a piece in her life. She thought back to her parents and Alec with the graves of a loved one who had passed. She missed them dearly and found herself thinking about them often, especially when her actions as a witch were questioned. She knew her parents would always question her about what was right and what was wrong for her to do. Alec was persistent about how Octavia would feel after said actions had been done. Now, she barely had anyone who acted the same way those she loved long ago. Octavia felt thankful that the Stackhouse's entered her life a few years ago. Next, after Sookie and Jason came Sam Merlotte and his staff at the bar, she recently became somewhat respected by Bon Temps police after an information leak about Rene's true identity. Still, she wished for someone that meant more to her. She wished for Godric. 

A rustling in the woods behind her forced Octavia to stand and turn, only to be greeted by a female deer. The doe looked right at Octavia as she slowly placed the book she was skimming onto the bench before her. Using her magic to calm the surroundings, the doe dropped its head to munch on blades of grass as Octavia took slow steps to reach the animal. Raising a hand to pet the deer's soft fur, a smile appeared on Octavia's face as the animal allowed her to gently stroke its head. As a human, she was always good and gentle with animals of all shapes and sizes. Deer and rabbits were her favorites to interact with. It was small moments like these that showed Octavia, even as a half-vampire, still had somewhat of humanity left inside. A panicked noise came from the deer before her as it rushed away from Octavia's side, earning her glare at what made it frightened. 

"Finally, another animal lover!" The sound of a female voice appeared behind Octavia as she turned to find the source that caused the disruption of magic in the town. A woman with dark brown hair and a bohemian dress flowing in the wind, with a stench of something inhuman. Octavia tried to keep a low profile when it came to addressing other supernatural species, but this creature was hard for her this time around with this woman. 

"It's MaryAnn, right? Tara talked highly about you last I saw her." Octavia spoke before crossing her arms against her chest, still trying not to kill this creature in whatever way deemed useful. 

"Well, I would sure hope so since the rest of the town made it seem like you all didn't give a damn about her. But she did speak highly of you, Octavia, correct?" Mary Ann spoke in the same tone as Octavia did. It irked the witch before she noticed MaryAnn had her book. Catching the drop of her gaze, MaryAnn looked down at the book before casually laughing her gesture off.