A/N: I have free time until the fall semester starts in a week, which means that until August 20th, you can expect random updates whenever I feel particularly inspired. After that point, I update every Saturday. Also, the idea for the boxes I mention later on comes from my gram, who keeps every letter she's ever received in shoeboxes marked with the name of the person who sent them.
Abagail found herself to be surprisingly calm. Sure, she was in a whole new city, in a whole new country, and in a whole new world if you will (at that, Abagail mentally chuckled) but she was used to being thrown into new situations and was absolutely notorious for getting herself out of them. So, the first thing she did was write down all she knew about The Vampire Diaries, which wasn't much. She knew there were vampires, that the main protagonist was a human girl with a magic face -who she silently swore to protect from the supernatural shit show she was sure was heading for them-, and that literally everybody keeps some sort of diary. That led her straight towards her two primary objectives for the rest of the day.
1) Google vampires to a) find all possible weaknesses and b) deter any and all future vampire stalkers from getting anywhere near her and
2) Find Aelia Whatever's diary and gather as much information as humanly possible
Hours later, Abagail found that, while she had a perfect idea for objective number 1, that she happened to be playing the only character without a damn diary in this entire series. Which meant she needed to completely scrap objective number 2 because, for all the sociopaths that little asshole wanted to stick on her, she hadn't bothered to do any proper world building for this character except for giving her a cool superpower. Which brought on objective number 3.
3) Figure out the extent of the superpowers she's been given and abuse the living daylights out of said power
Abagail was very excited for objective number 3, to say the least. Which was, in her book, absolutely perfect, because the only thing off of the internet that she could find about deterring vampires was a plant, called Vervain, that apparently acted like some sort of poison to vampires. She quickly found a couple of vendors online and ordered both the dried version of the plant as well as some seeds from a witch's shop based out of New Orleans. Just to be safe, she placed the same order on another site marketed towards vampire hunters, which claimed to be supported by something she could only assume to be the Brotherhood of the Traveling Stake. With her orders estimated to arrive in 3-5 business days, she knew that she would have to come up with a safeguard until she could grow enough Vervain to cover every cubic centimeter of her new home. Judging from how quickly she was able to ripen that apple, she knew it wouldn't take that long and hoped she would be rewarded for her patience with a vampire proof place of residence.
Until then, however, she focused on keeping as much wood on hand as possible. Her new house was already made of wood, which meant for a solid start in her vampire defense plans because she found out within minutes that she could move and reshape that wood in any way she wanted. The next thing she did was simple, she went back online, this time to Amazon and not some shady "hunter-witch-who cares because everyone hates vampires" website, and ordered a wooden baseball bat, everything necessary to put up a nice, wooden picket fence, and some of those window covers she'd seen in American films because she refused to let some vampire Twilight his way into her room in the middle of the night.
Then, it was simply a matter of waiting. She went ahead and checked her calendar, only to find that considering the fact that the next day was marked "The First Day of Work", and the day after that was simply marked by hearts penned in red ink, Abagail figured that she'd be walking face first into Vampire-Landia any day now. Before she went to sleep, she sorted through her new clothes, happy to see that psychopath magic girl had given her some modest clothing (although there was no way in Hell, Heaven or on Earth that Abagail would stand for any sort of nonsense about clothing justifying the actions of actual criminals).
She also found several boxes of letters marked by various names, and mentally noted that these were probably part of her future harem, she thusly mentally pledged to stay away from any man who goes by Klaus, Elijah or Kol. She further came across a box marked "Katherine and Her Lovers", and resolved herself to read through and investigate those letters along with the contents of the other three boxes, certain that these "Lovers" could be anything but good news on the vampire stalker front.
The boxes weren't exactly as useful as she had hoped they would be, they each contained various letters, photographs, and drawings but, primarily because Abagail had no idea who any of these people were, to say she was terrified was a severe understatement. The first three boxes held hundreds of years of letters written on an "off again on again" basis, and the premise was basically the same. All three brothers were stalking her, she'd been kidnapped several times throughout the centuries and had somehow managed to escape the most dangerous people she could even imagine.
Oh, and over course, that they would (individually) be back to take "what was theirs". Joy. She took out a photograph of each man from their respective box in order to memorize each face, before closing each and stacking them neatly in front of her.
Katherine's box was worse. Much worse.
Although the brothers were, from her understanding, much more dangerous than anything Katherine could do. Katherine had one thing going for her that the others didn't – a sense of teamwork. Katherine in her letters spoke at length about how she would gladly share Aelia – Abagail shuddered at the mention of her new name – with whoever she could manipulate and string along to help capture her. Then there were Katherine's "Lovers", who considered Aelia and Katherine to be part of a package deal, and that they were as dedicated to her as they were Katherine.
Abagail wanted to vomit. She practically tore the photographs of all three people involved with what she could only assume was some sort of emotionally abusive ménage trois and practically slammed the lid back down.
Abagail then lifted a plank of wood out of the floor (not that anything was loose in the house, but even she'd admit that her little superpower was coming in handy), shoved the boxes underneath the floor, created a distinct groove in the plank she had moved and finally, fused every plank of wood together within the room. With that, she allowed herself to fall face first into her plush bed and, knowing there was nothing else she could do at the moment, awaited the beginning of the supernatural bullshit that would become her life.
