Fairy Godmother

Chapter Six: Ancestor Chats

Stefan sped down into the tomb, speedily made a makeshift bed on the ground, and raced back up to the car. He opened the passenger door.

"I can get out by myself, Stefan," Elena waddled out of the car. She almost lost her balance but Stefan caught her.

He picked her up, grabbing her bag from the car. He kissed her. "But wouldn't you rather I carry you and kiss you?"

"Mmm..." Elena smiled. "Maybe that is better." Stefan closed the car door and sped them down the stairs. He gently set her on the soft bed he'd made for her on the ground. She shifted to get comfortable, her hand on her back.

"You okay?" Stefan asked. He spread a blanket over her.

"I'm fine, Stefan," Elena assured him. He set the bag down next to her. He leaned over and kissed her again. Then . . . his sensitive ears caught a gagging sound. He sighed, standing up.

He walked over to the tomb door, heft the big stone rock away from the door. He could feel Elena visibly tense. There was a rustle in the dirt, a scraping on the stone.

"Well, well . . ." Katherine's voice was deep, raspy, and rough. If he didn't know how desication worked he wouldn't think it was her. The 500 year old vampire crawled to the edge of the door sitting and leaning against the stone. "What can I do for the two of you." She looked at Elena, smirking, perking her ear. "I'm sorry, three of you."

"You're not surprised," Elena spoke.

"Not really," Katherine croaked, shrugging.

Elena looked to Stefan, "Thank you, honey." Katherine gagged. "I'll call you when I'm ready to come home."

Stefan sighed, shaking his head. He kissed Elena—Katherine gagged again. As he left the tomb, his eyes were on Katherine with a look as if to say 'don't even try it, bitch.'

Once he was gone Katherine rollled her eyes again. "What is it that you want, Elena?"

"Let's just skip the banter, okay?" Elena said, reaching into her bag with a hand on her stomach. "I'm not afraid of you. You're stuck in there. Have been for, hmm...isn't it going on four years now?"

If looks could kill, Katherine's glare would be deadly. She spoke through gritted teeth. "No bribe?"

Elena pulled out a water bottle full of blood. Hunger shone in Katherine's eyes like a starving lion and her entire body shook . "Hungry?"

Katherine was seething. Elena started putting the bottle back in her bag. Katherine growled. "Fine."

Elena rolled her eyes, throwing the bottle across the room over the seal. It landed on Katherine's lap. Greedily, the vampire fumbled with the bottle and sucked the blood down in one swallow.

Elena visibly gulped, holding back the contents of her stomach. She took a few deep breaths. After a few minutes the nauseousness went away.

All the while Katherine watched her with fascination, an amused look on her face.

"What?" Elena breathed.

"Oh, nothing," Katherine shrugged. "It really is like a mirror image."

Elena pulled out another bottle, this one filled with water. She took a drink, taking a deep breathe. "What are you-oh."

"Yeah," Katherine nodded, "It's been five hundred years . . . but I still remember those nine months like it was yesterday." Elena nodded, adjusting the blanket with her hand on her stomach. Katherine cocked her head to the side like a curious puppy. "That's why you're here." Katherine smirked. "You want to swap mommy stories like we're best friends."

Elena didn't answer. Her phone beeped and she pulled it out of her pocket. It was a text from Stefan. It said: you two okay, babe?. Elena smiled, her hand on her stomach. She replied with a yes, we luv u :)

"Tell Stefan I said hi," Katherine smirked.

Elena's smile vanished. She'd momentarily forgotten where she was and who she was with. She put her phone away and dug in her bag again. She pulled out another bottle of blood. "You want this?"
Katherine rolled her eyes, her instinct for blood showing around her eyes and her fangs protruding from her gums. She hissed.

"You want this . . . then we're going to play a little game." Elena said. "I have a dozen more of these bottles in here . . . all filled with blood. You answer a question—honestly—and you get a bottle. Understood?"
Katherine sighed, her eyes and mouth returning to normal. Her voice dripped venom. "Yes."
"Good," Elena nodded, throwing the bottle. Katherine caught it this time and drank it . . . again in one sitting. "What was your pregnancy like?"

"Hell," Katherine growled. "Next question."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a little more than that," Elena said.

Katherine snorted, "You know, you're more like me than you realize." Elena rolled her eyes. "I meant it when I said you had the Petrova fire." Elena looked at her expectantly. "Yeah, yeah. First of all, you have no idea how lucky you are living in the time that you do. Bulgaria in 1490? Not exactly the most comfortable time to have a kid."

Elena had already figured that. The 2000s were much more advanced. "What else?"

Katherine sighed, "The first couple of months it was like nothing had changed. Except, well, the way people looked at me. Not that I personally cared . . . My father though was a stickler for keeping the Petrova name clean."

"Guess he must've hated you," Elena mused.

Katherine gave her a look, "You think? Then when I started showing—"

"Yeah, skip that part," Elena said. "I've already done it all. Tell me about the last two months."

"Ooh...someone's touchy. Must be the hormones," Katherine mused. "Don't you just love 'em?"
Elena reached in her bag again and pulled out a mini crossbow already fitted with a wooden bow. Taking aim, she shot it and the wooden bow pierced Katherine's shoulder blade. She'd gone so fast Katherine hadn't even had time to react.

"Bitch!" Katherine growled through clenched teeth, pulling the bow out of her shoulder. She groaned in pain. A few seconds later the wound healed, but Katherine was still pissed.

"Takes one to know one," Elena shrugged. Katherine rolled her eyes. "Now, unless you want more holes in your body, tell me about the birth . . ."

Katherine did, albeit somewhat cooperatively. She told Elena about the unbearable pain, the absolute terror, but also the anxiousness and joy when you hear that first cry.

"But, I never got to hold my daughter so that part you're on your own for," Katherine's reply was bitter.

Something in her doppelganger's tone caught Elena's attention. Was it possible that the evil, manipulative, bitchy Katerina Petrova found her humanity again? Not that Elena would ever even consider letting the bitch out. But . . . maybe the old vampire was learning her lesson.

"If you're done interrogating me, I'd like to go back to my eternity of desication. That is, if you don't mind."

"What?" Elena shook her head. "Oh. Yeah." She pulled out her phone, dialing Stefan's phone.

"Elena? Is everything okay?" Stefan immediately blurted.

"Yeah, we're fine," Elena's hand rested on her stomach. "Just letting you know I'm ready to come home." Elena said. She noticed that Katherine had disappeared back within the tomb.

"How did it go?" Stefan asked. Elena could hear the concern in his voice.

"Fine," Elena sighed. "We'll talk more at home." She yawned. "I love you, Stefan."

"Love you too, hon. I'm already in the car and on my way," Stefan said. She could hear the traffic in the background. She loved how speedy he was.

To Be Continued