Surviving

Chapter V: Teenage Witch

I took my shoes off and threw them into my bedroom before going into the kitchen to get something to eat. Going human apparently meant I had the need to eat food non-stop, although I should probably start doing some exercise.

I pulled out some cereals and milk, and sat on the kitchen table having my late night snack. As I ate I started thinking about future plans. I had promised Laura that I would call a witch to help, but which one should I call?

The little Bennett was a big no-no. There's no way in hell I'd give my localization to any of the scooby gang- I would probably get Klaus on my footstep the next day ready to use me as a blood-slave. I thought of the other Bennett witch I knew, Lucy Bennett, but the last time we saw each other I got stuck into that damn tomb.

I knew a few powerful witches in New Orleans but I knew that Marcel forced them into submission, and that they couldn't do magic without permission. That didn't leave me with a lot of choices. To bad Emily was dead and buried, that one was so useful.

I continued to search my head for a witch who wouldn't ask a lot of question and then I felt the lamp switch on inside my head.

"Of course." I mumbled. "Liliya."

I walked into a small pub near the road to get a drink before driving all the way to Mystic Falls. I had just been with wolf-lover boy Mason and I had a pretty good idea where the moonstone was hidden. Everything was going according to plan.

A. Get all the things necessary for the sacrifice.

B. Make a deal with Klaus, my freedom for the moonstone and the doppelganger- with a free vampire and a free werewolf.

C. Get my freedom !

The pub was pretty much empty, normal people don't actually get a drink at 9am, but then again I'm not part of the 'normal people'. There were two men in the back, sitting on a table, playing cards; two more playing snooker and a teenage girl sitting on the bar.

I sat on the stool next to the girl who I saw was filling her cup with vodka like there was no tomorrow. I called the bartender and asked for a bottle of vodka for me as well, compelling him subtly. As I drunk myself silly I checked the girl next to me. She had long black hair with a fringe and big blue eyes that were almost hidden behind the dark makeup. She was petite but her style, although classy and feminine, screamed 'I'm a badass and I can kick your ass!'.

I continued observing her, wondering how the bartender even gave her booze, and noticed that the girl was mumbling to herself in a familiar language. Bulgarian, my mother tongue. Wondering what a teenage Bulgarian girl was doing in the middle of nowhere getting drunk at 9am, I greeted her.

"Zdravei, you speak English? My Bulgarian is a bit rusty." I greet, making the teen look up at me. The moment she saw me I noticed her face losing all emotion and she looked at me unblinking. "Are you ok?" I inquired.

She continued to stare blankly at me until she started blinking quickly and shaking her head a bit. After composing herself she looked again at me and said softly. "Katerina Petrova. Turned on the 6 of April in 1492 by the blood of a vampire named Rose. Doppelganger. A former Traveler Witch. A mother. Commonly know as a bitch."

I felt my heart beat raise, as I quickly looked around making sure that no Original was near, and I grabbed the girls hand forcefully and glared with all my might. "Who the hell are you and how did you know all that?"

"I'm Liliya, pleasure I'm sure." The girl, Liliya, replied giving me a innocent smirk. "Teenage witch."

"How did you know who I was without touching me? Isn't that a witchy thing to do? Touch people's hands and know all their darkest secrets?" I inquired while still glaring at her. This girl was remarkably powerful, no other witch could find such precise facts about me. No one else alive even knew that I used to be a traveler witch.