A/N: I don't own vampire diaries or its characters. If I did, I would have let Jenna live.
Chapter 9
After my argument with my siblings, I did not venture out of the house much, except for training with my uncle. During that time I informed aunt Jenna about my rant at my siblings, at which she was rather supportive of my words, since she felt the same about them, as they had been keeping her in the dark as well. We planned on letting the others think that Jenna was unaware of what was really going on around her. She had also been thinking of breaking up with Alaric, since he had also been keeping this from her. However, I convinced her that he had her wellbeing at heart and managed to save their relationship. However, she remained quite angry at her boyfriend, which I could do nothing about.
During our training sessions, John would push me harder and harder. It was probably the presence of an original vampire that was making him paranoid, more so than ever. I was not as worried as him, though I had more reason to be so. I told him that I was not in as much danger as Elena was, but he told me to shut up and train harder. I was very amused at his actions but did not dare to tell him that. I did tell him that Elijah was not the enemy right now, that is, if we played by his rules, but he did not seem to believe me. I shrugged at that and did not pursue the topic. I knew he was working with Katherine and had gotten hold of the silver dagger and the white oak ash, and wanted it to be used on Elijah. I had no intention of letting it happen and planned to warn him about it. How I was going to do that, I had no idea but eventually, I decided to just wing it.
I was slightly concerned about the fact that I am a Priestess of Freyja being known to anyone, but I knew I had covered my bases well. I had sworn Slater to privacy and as additional insurance, I had Gabrielle, the witch I knew, spell his daylight ring so that he wouldn't be able to tell anyone about what had happened in his apartment and the things which we had learnt about.
I had further researched about Freyja and her priestesses, and had found out many interesting things. I learnt that Freyja had been one of the most popular and beloved of the Nordic goddesses. She was known as the most beautiful woman in the nine realms of the Norse pantheon. She was the Vanir goddess of love, beauty and fertility. She was also the goddess of magic, war and death. She was also known as the most powerful seer after the three Norns . She ruled over Fólkvangr, the heavenly afterlife field where half of those who were slain in battle went. The other half were sent to Valhalla. Her priestesses were usually seen as the more magically-inclined counterpart to the Valkyries . Priestesses of Freyja were rarely seen or heard of and were thought of as a myth.
While Wiccan magic, the one practiced by witches, had Greek and Latin roots, Priestesses of Freyja had seiðr, magic which came from inside the soul. Seiðr manifests itself as one of the attributes of Freyja, like it manifested in me as precognition and premonitions. One of the major differences from wiccan magic is that seiðr is magnified when a Priestess chooses to become a vampire. Since Freyja was the goddess of death, vampires are sometimes referred to as Children of Freyja. One amusing note in one of the books said that werewolves were creatures of Loki and since Loki and Freyja were always at loggerheads, the vampires and werewolves are similarly enemies of each other's. I did not put much stock in it because I knew that werewolves predated vampires. But it was funny nonetheless. However, The fact about being a vampire amplifying my powers bothered me a lot. How come there was no record of there being a vampire Priestess? Had they all been killed off? Or had they not survived the transition to being a vampire? These questions plagued my mind for days afterwards, making my behavior rather silent and distracted. This very much alarmed my aunt and uncle, seeing as I was a rather out-going and cheerful.
It was only us three and Jeremy in the house and he was always out somewhere, probably hanging out with bonnie. I remembered from the show that they must have gotten together by then. Elena was spending the weekend at our family's lake house with Stefan and I was glad that she was away. I had been getting tired of her whining and constant questioning. Damon had informed me of Caroline's kidnapping by the wolves. He had also been nursing his pride and grousing about the fact that they all had been saved by Elijah's warlock. I had laughed my ass off at his complaining and told him suck it up. He had not been amused at that.
I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, critiquing my appearance. Aunt Jenna was dragging me off to a tea party at the Lockwood mansion, which was being held in honor of Elijah Smith, a well-known "writer". I had only agreed to it because I wanted to see Damon's ass being handed to him by Elijah.
I had donned a white, knee length lace dress, with a non-existent back and a red, satin bow at the small of my back. It had a sweetheart neckline and wide shoulder straps. I paired the dress with a ruby pendant on a gold chain and ruby teardrop earrings. I was satisfied with the overall image and slipped on a pair of red stilettos and went downstairs. I found Aunt Jenna waiting for me, looking absolutely fabulous. I looped my arm around hers and said, "Let's go and hunt, shall we, Auntie dearest?" She tinkles out a laugh and replied, "Yes, let's go, Arty dearest!"
We arrived at the Lockwood home and my aunt immediately dragged me off to meet some old hags I had absolutely no wish to meet again. I tried to remove my arm from her hold, but to no avail. I was dragged from place to place and was thoroughly confused by the numerous faces. At last I was in a group which included Jenna, me, Damon and Andy Starr, Damon's "girlfriend". I seriously disliked her in the first glance. I had not even liked her in the show. While I knew she was just compelled, her personality left a lot to be desired. I arched an eyebrow in Damon's direction and the cocky bastard just smirked. I shook my head and looked around.
I caught the eye of Elijah as he was led in our direction by Mrs. Lockwood and he inclined his head. I acknowledged him with a nod as well and he smiled. He was looking very handsome in his suit and I fought hard not to blush. That would have led to numerous awkward questions from Damon later.
"Everyone, I would like to meet Mr. Elijah Smith. Elijah, these are Jenna Sommers, Andy Starr, Damon Salvatore," introduced Mrs. Lockwood. When she introduced Damon and Elijah, they had an intense, testosterone filled silent exchange of gazes. "And Artemisia Gilbert." Mrs. Lockwood finished. As I was introduced, Elijah broke his silent stand-off with Damon to take my hand and kiss it.
"We meet again, Miss Gilbert. It's very nice to meet you again." He said in his deep voice. I almost swooned and caught Damon giving me an odd look. I composed myself and replied, "it's nice to meet you again as well, Mr. Smith."
"Jenna is going to give Elijah a tour of the old founding family properties tomorrow. Say Artemisia, why don't you accompany these two tomorrow on their tour, seeing as you are such a history buff? All her history teachers used to rave about her," said Mrs. Lockwood.
They did? I am? My head was reeling from this information as I found myself nodding in agreement to the suggestion. Elijah was looking pleased for some reason.
I quickly took my leave and sat in my car, thinking. None of the memories I'd gotten from the original owner of this body had indicated that I'd been a history buff. Or were only relevant memories being shared? I was quite confused. This merited looking into.
A/N: Please review, my dear readers. Every review matters.
I have a question. Should impair Artemisia with just Elijah or should I make it a ménage à trois with Klaus and them? Please answer in the comments!
