A/N: Yeah, what's a weekly update? At this point, I'm just writing whenever I want to write. Chapters might get progressively longer as time goes on. Friendly reminder that this story isn't meant to be taken seriously. Also, episode 2 is coming next chapter because I have assignments to finish, so this chapter is just ~1000 word filler.
Abagail could've given someone a list of reasons as to why she realized this whole "offer your own blood to save some random high school girl who, technically wasn't even real" plan was an awful idea. Most people would chalk it up to the dangerous glint in the strange vampire's -holy shit yep that's a vampire- eyes or perhaps their complaint would lie solely upon the fact that Victoria wasn't a very nice girl.
That, and that Victoria technically wasn't a real person, with real feelings.
There was even the fact that Abagail was getting involved, and sacrificing herself for some random teenager, for no real reason except for the fact that she felt bad.
Unfortunately, none of that was what made Abagail realize how shit of an idea this all was.
Even as she watched Damon compel the girl's memories of what she had just witnessed. Primarily a vampire attacking her and her new English teacher fighting him off with a fucking tree.
No, what really made regret boil in Abagail's stomach was an overenthusiastic laugh that echoed above her as she stayed planted to the ground, neck exposed so that Damon could just bite her and Abagail could go drown her sorrows in copious amounts of liquor. On a Tuesday night. Joy.
Abagail trailed her eyes upwards and saw the goddess -who really needed a name by now- sitting atop a tree branch, bag of pre-popped popcorn in hand. Abagail focused back on Damon, attempting to –
"Yes, girl! Get! That! Dick!"
Tune out the goddess. She was failing. Miserably.
As Abagail was focused on the goddess and her lewd shouts of "encouragement", Aelia took over.
Abagail felt the smoke that signaled Aelia's possession of her body, and instead of bowing down to this assigned persona she did something much better.
She shook her smoke infested limbs and, as Damon leaned in to enjoy his midnight snack, fought Aelia off. At this point, Damon had already sunk his teeth into her neck, and as he pulled away, making some sort of clever comment referring to some character's past she didn't know about, Abagail punched him. Right in his impossibly wide jaw.
Then Abagail ran, knowing that she had a snowflake's chance in hell to survive more than just a simple punch against a vampire. And, oh shit. Abagail punched a vampire. A real life, non-Twilight, bloodsucking murderous vampire. Abagail ran a little faster.
She didn't stop running, she didn't bother to look back. In fact, she didn't stop until she had pulled her car into a beat-up liquor store's parking lot to buy as much alcohol as she deemed necessary. If Abagail had bothered to stay behind and witness the aftermath of what she mentally dubbed the first match in Vamp Brawl 2000 she would've noticed that she'd gotten herself into a load of shit.
For one, she would have seen the pink color that glistened in Damon's eyes as the goddess strengthened the love spell she had put upon nearly every male member of her cast. She would have seen the goddess decide that, in order for her harem to be exactly as heart throbbingly yandere as she had hoped, she would need to add a layer or two of obsession to her love spell. She would have seen a practical orgy of evidence to show that she was being stalked by a bunch of vampires who were in love with her. And most importantly, she would have seen the exact reason why she was able to disobey the goddess so easily. She would've seen the goddess, now missing two fingers, and have realized that she didn't shake off the magic of the goddess, she devoured it.
In that moment alone, if she had just stuck around in what she considered to be a very dangerous situation, she would've realized very quickly, how she could leave this hellscape and get back to studying for class by Thursday.
But instead, she treated that situation like any level headed person who liked their heart to stay beating would, and got the ever-loving fuck out of dodge. Fast. So while she packed a shopping basket full of hard liquor, and drove herself home, preparing to get absolutely shit faced, she also managed to ignore the key to escaping, and drove home, unintentionally allowing the goddess's plans to move forward. Whoops.
The next day, Abagail woke up with a hangover from hell to a knock on the door of her new home. She begrudgingly got out of bed, doing her best to will away the pain pulsing from both her head and her neck as she moved towards the door.
Only to be faced with what she could only imagine was the girl from Kiki's Delivery Service all grown up. Seriously. She stared down the short-haired witch, complete with tan messager bag and black cat, asking for Abagail's name and order. Abagail mumbled something about Aelia Sorrio and vervain, only to have a package filled with all sorts of varieties of the stuff pushed towards her by the cat. As she turned to pick up the bag, the witch winced and apologized about not getting to her order sooner.
Before Abagail was even fully awake, she was at the kitchen counter, having been sat down by the delivery witch who had yet to introduce herself. She received detailed directions on how to care for the plant, and the witch offered to brew some vervain tea up for her and get her cat to help her dig out some holes for the vervain outside.
Abagail took the tea gratefully and sipped it down before taking a handful of the vervain seeds and placing them on her window sill. Abagail enjoyed the shocked look on the witch's face as she forced the seeds to grow faster, watching as the plant crawled up and down the brick walls outside of her home.
The witch complimented her on her mastery of some spell Abagail had never heard of, gently reminded her to drink as much vervain as possible and left, cat in tow. Abagail, now armed with Vampire Kryptonite, knew that she was ready for whatever stalker came after her next. And with a cataclysmic event just waiting to happen, she was ready to go from riding along to happily grabbing the steering wheel and driving herself, and every vampire in Mystic Falls, into a ditch. A spiked ditch. Filled to the brim with vervain. On fire.
