They had never heard her name. No one spoke of her. She is but a myth unknown, bent and broken. Her past changed her, made her into a monster. And now she's in Mystic Falls.
(Book One in The Demons Within series)
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Lillian slid into the booth, where a petite brunette was sitting holding what appeared to be a very old journal.
It had been a week since Rebekah's party and Lillian's confrontation with the two Mikaelson brothers, and during that time, the small townships surrounding Mystic Falls had been increasing in their body counts. In her attempts to find Katerina, Lillian had hit dead end after dead end, taking her frustrations out on the human population. The closest she had come was a few days ago. A young vampire had come to her with a message from Katerina, claiming the Petrova doppelgänger was staying in a hotel just outside of Mystic Falls. Lillian had quickly found the hotel, but by the time she had, Katerina had gone.
Now Lillian was in the Mystic Grill, sitting across from what she had come to know as a witch.
"Is that for school?" Lillian asked, trying to make her voice sound as non-threatening and friendly as possible, just as if she were a regular teenager. However, she already knew the answer to the question.
The witch sitting across from her looked up from the antique journal. She had light brown skin with curling brown hair. Her brown eyes held a hint of annoyance as she spoke. "No. It's my ancestor's."
What the witch neglected to tell her was that the journal she was holding was a grimoire, a book filled with the spells a witch had used in her lifetime. "Can I see it?" Lillian inquired.
The witch narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
Lillian kept the smile on her face. "No, you wouldn't. I just moved here about a week and a half ago." A waitress came by, asking if the two wanted anything. Lillian ordered an 11-ounce sirloin, while the teenage witch across from her stuck with a cup of coffee.
When the waitress left with their orders, the witch set the grimoire in her book bag beside her. "Where'd you move from?"
"New York," Lillian replied. She began playing with her nails, picking at the remaining blood left over from her last meal. She made sure the witch didn't see. "I'm Lillian, by the way."
Lillian waited for the witch's reaction, but she only gave the vampire a blank stare. Clearly, neither Elena nor Caroline, both of whom Lillian knew were the witch's friends, had told her about the arrival of a new vampire in town. "Bonnie Bennett," she responded.
Lillian froze for a short moment. Bennett. The surname was extremely familiar. Then she remembered. Emily Bennett, the powerful witch who had posed as Katerina's handmaiden back in 1864. Lillian recalled the spell she had used on dozens of vampires, locking them in a tomb beneath a church. How powerful are you, Bonnie Bennett? the vampire wondered with a grin plastered on her face.
"You must be Elena's best friend," Lillian said, trying to keep up the conversation.
Now Bonnie looked at her with interest. "You know Elena?"
