A Witching Deed // (The Other Pierce #2) The Vampire Diaries FanFiction <3

Chapter 10: Death Would Be Much Sweeter

I didn’t trust myself to not run up to Parker and beg for his friendship back, so I hid in a broom closet for the rest of the day. It didn’t make much different from living in that abandoned Hotel for 9 months or so, apart from the fact that it was cleaner and I derived better company with the mops and brooms then pure dirt. Truthfully, being near Parker even between doors was much better than being half way across the country.

Why so sad? Lost for home.

My head shot up before realising that those words came from the air, not someone’s mouth. Witches. Couldn’t they leave me alone? They just loved visiting me in closets didn’t they?

You should know better. There never was a home for vampires. I retorted back, half-heartedly.

And you? Vampire Witch Hybrid? Have you forgotten who you are?

Not really in need for life lessons here Witchy Elder.

I didn’t need the mystical witchy juju crap right now. I just needed to be in the closet. Alone. By myself. Undisturbed. Developing a relationship with a mop. But mostly, just alone.

A box of matches and a bundle of sage appeared before me.

We’ve been following you a long time Miss Pierce.  Sage and fire prevents all supernatural’s from picking up your sent.  It was your invention after all.

Why are you helping me? If I remember correctly, you weren’t quite so fond to find out about me.

If we recall correctly, we did help you in multiple occasions.

Well, Emily Bennet did see me. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers. I still don’t understand what you could want from me.

Lucky you should ask. That sounded bad. Witches never used Luck when they had magic. Something horrible was coming. I could taste it. It did not taste like chocolate cake.

Hit me – I replied, hoping they would realise it was a colloquial term.

We want you to kill Bonnie Bennet and banish the dark magic Expression. As you are both, a vampire and a witch, you have the ability to remove Expression, as it ties in with-

“Are you nuts! Not only are you asking me to kill Bonnie Bennet who would be the only person I could ever convince to let me in, in the Elena gang, but your asking me to kill myself. Expression. Every single Witch signed a death sentence when medalling with that magic but I knew better. It is a suicide mission. What you are asking is out of the question! There is  nothing you could say to make me- GAHH. NO! That is final.”

It was like I was suddenly on my period. Every piece of anger erupted out of me and I was shouting at the top of my lungs. I covered my hand over my mouth and shuffled up to the sitting position I was in before my outburst.

No.

I would never accept to that. I valued my life more than the worse kind of magic in history. Expression is never going to go away. It is permanent.

I said the next words carefully. If I could sweat, I would be dripping in it.

“There is nothing you can possibly say for me to agree to this deed. Nothing. What’s so ever. Nothing”

Not Even Tridan?

I froze.

And I thought I would never have to hear that name again.