On My Own (TVD Series)

Not My Type Of Revenge

Sitting on the counter surrounded by grimoires, potion vials, and herbs found in the garden behind the house. I watched as everything around me levitated off the counter, rubbing itself against my skin. Voices chanting from the grimoires as I gave my arm out for the witches in the house to heal. 

'Megálos Theós ton Ouranón kai Kyrios tis Olis tis Exousías,Dóste mou to dikaíoma na aisthánomai kai na antilamvánomai...'

Sitting still, I covered my nose with an old rag. The thick woodsy smell of coriander and pepper seeds caused my lung to choke up several times as they crushed the seeds in the grinder. But as I continued to watch, the thick paste they had created and smeared over the bruises didn't work as they disappear and reappear on my neck.

"What's happening, Selene?" 

'It seems as if the bruises are trying to hide from our magic.'

Selene was one of the many Blackwell witches in the house. She was one of my mother's sisters, the youngest out of 5. Almost identical to my mother, with her dark hair reaching just under her shoulders and her high cheekbones, but she carried herself differently than my mother. She was more sensitive to emotions and optimistic about other thoughts and beliefs. 

I read some of her diaries up in the attic after some of the construction workers found old belongings in the basement. Killed by an angry riot in the city, my grandmother didn't find Selene until after the dead were identified and recovered from the event. 

"How's that possible?" I sighed, taking another drink of whiskey.

'What did you say happened to you again?' 

"They appeared after a group of travelers died and passed through me to the other side..."

'And?' Hestia groan, standing over Selene as she tried the spell again.

"...and I might have sired myself to one of them...but it was completely out of self-defense. She used the encantation against me to find Tom."

Now, Hestia. She was a different story. She wasn't a descendant from the Blackwell family but rather the aftermath of a spell gone wrong. Conjured by my grandmother, who wanted revenge on my grandfather's affairs, she created Hestia, who became my grandmothers' protector. Keeping my mother and her sisters from my grandfather, Hestie eventually became their guardian after my grandfather exposed his wife for witchcraft. 

She was the one who raised, Selene, migrating them to the north of Greece before heading to Spain. When Hestia died from sickness, my aunts made sure she was buried and taken care of.

'She died, Scarlett...what you did could be the cause of this.'

"Hestia, I've sired myself to people before, this has never happened?"

'Were they travelers?'

"...no..." I mumbled quietly.

'Exactly...now let Selene do her work.'

'I would work better if you weren't on top of me.' Selene bickered, looking back at Hestia.

'You need to be careful from now on...with what you've been telling me, it seems like their leader is still out there. God knows what his plan is.'

"I'm right there with you...Jeremy and Matt have been locked up at their house."

'Isn't Matt the one you saw on the other side?' Selene asked.

"Yeah, but he came back with the Gilbert ring..."

'Must be one hell of a ring.' Hestia sighed.