The Salvatore Witch...

The not so Evil (yet) Evil clone.

I tapped one of my fingers on the table in one of the salon’s id visited this week, I was bored with everything.

I had my nails done four times in the last three days, today I was going with glitterized crimson red nails- they were probably sharper than werewolves nails at the moment too.

My hair, oh how I loved my hair, done with the bright pink, I had done a simple spell on my hair to make it grow to the middle of my back, it was now glossy black with red streaks all through it.

I also blew Damon’s credit card up, that’ll teach him for giving it to me, I was in the process of deciding which car to buy while having my other hand painted, I was torn between the BMW M3 black convertible and the red Ferrari Enzo.

When my nails were done I walked out to the back of the shop and clicked my fingers appearing at the car sales where I was going to buy a new car to go with the new me.

After a lengthy conversation with the store manager I got my delicious car, I had given up on picking by looking in the catalogue and was now sporting a dark crimson Ferrari Enzo, courtesy of Damon’s credit card obviously.

I drove back to the hotel I was staying in and grabbed my leather jacket which was hanging on the back of the chair, what happened last night? Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you if I knew, but what I could tell by the state of my bedroom is that it probably involved some heavy drinking; which a few humans would be paying the price for today, and some other explicit activities that involve a bed.

I picked up my phone and checked my texts; I had two from Caroline, one from Stefan and five from Veronikah.

Either someone was in trouble, or they thought that by harassing me via text was going to get me to flick the switch again.

But knowing my life it was probably the first option.

Oh how could I forget, my darling brother was probably in mortal peril, but I really couldn’t care less, although someone should probably save him, just not me, and knowing Stefan’s incompetence it won’t be him, Veronikah wont have been notified either.

I guess I should do something about it...

I whipped out my spell book and tapped the spell I wanted to use, a few moments later it felt like there was another presence on my bed.

My eyes fluttered open “Macenna” I greeted

“Megan” she mocked grinning like a lunatic she wrapped her arms around my shoulder in a bone crushing hug, worse than Caroline even.

None of my family members had such the joy of actually meeting my alter ego Macenna, but looks like they will now.

“Well? Aren’t you going?” I snapped

She shook her head “Nope, I want ice cream”

I sighed I forgot how difficult we could be “fine and then go save Damon”

She rolled her eyes shaking her black hair around so it was flipped on her shoulders “fine...”she whined.

She stood up and I examined her, she was wearing the same clothes as I was, so not cool I opened my mouth to tell her to change.

She shook her head “yes I know bossy pants I'm going”

When she came back out she was wearing the same outfit as me but it was purple, and the streaks in her hair were purple too.

“I forgot you had magic” I muttered under my breath keen to get rid of Macenna already, she was already doing my head in; normally it was the other way around.