We're more than friends

Chapter 3

The necromancer's POV

"What ? No! That's what I get for pairing up with a teenager!"I yelled as I hit the side of the stone table, where the enchanted bowl, that let us spy on the Salvatore school, was.

Chad and I were watching Josette in the gymnasium revealing her plan to her sister when she collapsed. The tribrid appeared out of nowhere and caught her before she fell on the floor. That's when I lost it. My plan was ruined.

"Chad!"

"Yes?" He took a step closer.

"Plan B."

"Plan B... Plan B. What's plan B again?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I sighed in frustration as I turned to face him. He took a few steps back.

"Now that the little witch is as good as gone, we are going to steal her dark magic. Then I will have the power I need to have my revenge."

"Right...And how are we going to do that?"

The door swung open and a young woman glided in.

"Maybe I can help." She said with a mischievous smile.

"And who are you?" I ask.

"Shabinna. I'm Shabinna Eakon, and you're going to like what I have to say."

Shabinna's POV

New Orleans - 5 days earlier

The smell of herbs hit my nose as I walked into the small apothecary. The bells jingled as the door opened, signalling my presence. A young woman walked down the stairs from the back of the shop and walked to the counter.

"Good afternoon." She smiled then turned her attention to the book she was reading.
I walked further into the shop, my fingers gliding on the different jars of herbs at my disposal. The young woman shot glances at me from time to time but inevitably went back to reading her book. I took my time, opening jars to take in the scent of my favorite herbs before putting them back on the shelves. Half an hour later, I had found the ingredients I was looking for. I glided over to the counter and dropped everything on it, startling the shopkeeper. I faked a smile and she smiled back. Nina (or so it said on her nametag) scanned the articles and put them in a bag.

"That'll be $45." She said.

I pulled out my wallet and handed her a $50 note.
"Keep the change." I said, taking the bag and exiting the shop.
*
Back at my apartment, I threw my bag on the sofa and walked over to my kitchen table. I pulled out the different jars. One said Belladonna, another Heliotrope, another Lilac and the last one Yew. I took the grinder from the sink and took a few leaves of belladonna. I then ground the leaves until they became pulp.

I walked over to the cupboard next to the fridge, and pulled out five candles, salt and lastly my voodoo doll. Once everything was on the table, I poured the salt. As I chanted, the salt started moving. A few moments later everything stopped. Before me was the devil's pentagram with a lit candle at the end of each angle. Subsequently, I drank the belladonna and set the doll in the middle of the pentagram. My chanting resumed. The flames of the candles turned black and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I was standing at the edge of a forest. The sound of laughter caught my attention. I took a few steps closer and saw children playing and teenagers huddled together, talking. I'm at a school.

I walked around the school grounds, staying in the shadows so no one could see me. I looked for any hints of where I was. As time passed, the magic this school was emitting grew stronger. This had to be a school for witches. My suspicion was verified, when a little boy with puffy hair ran towards a dying plant and brought it back to life. He smiled happily and ran back towards the school.

Eventually, I found myself at the front gates of the school. The lock was in the shape of the school crest with the school name carved into it: The Salvatore Boarding School for the Young & Gifted. I smiled slightly.

"Excuse me!"

I turned around to see a student, probably in her late teens, marching towards me with determination. Her auburn hair bounced with each step she took.

"Hope! There you are!" Another girl said, jogging up to her.

So that's Hope. I can finally put a face to the name of the precious Mikaelson's niece.

"Not now, Lizzie." She said, her gaze still fixed on me.

Lizzie caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. The auburn-haired girl stopped in her tracks and turned around, exasperated.

"I was looking everywhere for you." The blond said.

This was my chance. I had found the girl. Smiling, I closed my eyes and concentrated. When I opened them again, I was back in my kitchen in New Orleans.