Hello everyone! From now on, each break constitutes a passage of time. The chapters won't be going episode by episode, so only a handful more until the Koltrix reunion. Things will be shifting away from canon soon! Please pitch in with a review to let me know how you're liking it. xx
"I have just dealt with a large group of sprawling brats known as freshman. I trust that as seniors hoping to fulfill your art requirement, you'll behave slightly better."
The class laughed lightly and Bea shot them all a false smile. She looked out at the group of teenagers and immediately noted the supernaturals in her class. The blonde cheerleader vamp, the Bennett witch, the doppelganger, and the Ripper.
When she turned back to the board she pointed to the name she had written in the corner before addressing them once more.
"You can call me Ms. M" of course Bea could barely contain her laugh at the accuracy of this, "if you call me anything else you'll be cleaning paintbrushes at the end of the period."
They all nodded along but she already noticed that the doppelganger was mouthing off with the blonde and the witch. Rude. This stint as a teacher might be a part of an elaborate ruse meant to dupe the town, but Bea still felt a little annoyed that they couldn't pay attention to their fake teacher for more than two minutes into the first day of classes.
"Girls in the back, anything to contribute?"
The three immediately looked abashed and shook their heads, but Bea had already moved on to roll call. When the class was accounted for, she strode through the line of easels that had been set up and handed out pieces of charcoal.
"Today we'll be starting out simple so I can figure out differing levels of talent. At the end of class, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll be wandering about and keeping an eye on you all."
When Bea had reached the Ripper, of course he took the opportunity to be a complete dick.
"Are you even old enough to be teaching? Under the lipstick and heavy eye makeup you look like you could be a student."
Fucking. Douchebag.
With a tight smile that morphed into a smirk, Bea kept her answer truthful when she said, "I turn 24 in April. It's nice to know that if I need any style tips I can turn to you."
A few of the kids called her over at different points for help, and compared to the freshmen she was actually somewhat enjoying the experience. Instead of squeezing her art in as a hobby while they traveled, Bea actually had the chance to work on her pieces and practice.
When she got the chance to sit down she reminisced about the time that her own humanity had been turned off. In truth, it had been turned off longer than it had been turned on.
Even when her humanity was turned off, Bea had always kept track of her descendants. Not for any sentimental reason – it just seemed prudent to ensure that her line continued. It was only when Jane Morris reached out and revealed that she had known all along that Bea was still around that she became involved.
Jane Morris was her niece, the oldest of Marie and Mark's children. And as a single mother with only one child, she was desperate for any kind of help when her own daughter – Rigby – was being driven insane by the visions of the spirits of their witch ancestors.
Bam. Insert vampirism.
Strangely enough, the Morris line hadn't been too pissed at their branch of the family for turning to a vampire. Bea had known that vampires and witches were supposedly mortal enemies, but she hadn't ever really bought into it. Neither had her extended family, evidently.
Two daylight rings later, Bea and Rigby set off into the world. The diamond and lapis lazuli ring that had been on her hand in 1914 was kept on a chain around her neck, but the subtle pretty bauble given to her by the Morris witch remained on her hand for the following decades. They'd had to promise to never return, which had torn Rigby up. But sanity was the better choice.
Teaching the snarky, upbeat woman how to live as a vampire was fun. Her immense joy at simple things had made Bea smile genuinely, and when Bea realized one day that her humanity had returned without her noticing, she wasn't bothered.
After all, bloodshed and chaos didn't become any less exciting with a little switch flipped on.
Bea stared down at the phone in her hand, a perturbed expression on her face.
"Rigby, we've killed countless supernatural beings in our time together, correct?"
The other woman snorted from where she laid sprawled across their couch and answered in an exaggeratedly slow tone, "From what I recall the majority have been at your hands, but yes. The dementia finally hitting you, centennial?
Without looking over to her, Bea picked up the nearest thing she could grab – a spatula, evidently – and hurled it at her friend. The indignant squawk she received in return was absolutely wonderful.
Bea strode over to the couch and sat on the opposite end of it, lifting Rigby's feet up before plopping them in her own lap. After flicking the bottom of Rigby's foot to get her attention off of the novel she'd been reading, Bea spoke once more.
"Apparently a bevy of supernatural creatures returned to life this past weekend, most of which had homicidal tendencies. The Ripper is chained up in the Salvatores' basement – which really will affect his attendance grade, truly I don't know how the little Scooby Gang intend to graduate on time – and still very violent and broody."
Rigby let out a long sigh and said in an exasperated voice, "That's not all, is it?"
"They also found a cave with Norse runes. The names of the Originals are listed, so they'll figure out Kol's name if they know how to use google - but it's including Mikael."
"Psychotic daddy Original whose undead wish is to kill all of his kids?"
"The very same."
Both of the women were silent for a minute, thinking through the events that Elena had filled them in on and trying to figure out the next step. Bea finally broke through the quiet.
"These insolent little teenagers probably want nothing more than to kill all of the Originals. Which quite frankly is very hypocritical considering they haven't even met Kol, and for all they know he could be a very sweet man."
Rigby nodded and said in an equally conversational tone, "True. They aren't aware that he's a homicidal maniac and that the two of you are a match made in hell."
"Exactly! It's so offensive. But we're going to have to monitor this situation incredibly carefully. Kill Mikael without alerting anyone that we're here. Klaus will recognize me if we come across each other. It isn't every day that you kill your sister-in-law. At least, I assume."
They made eye contact and tried to keep straight faces, but inevitably burst into laughter. When they finally calmed down, Bea spoke again.
"Well, Kol made a surprisingly good impression on my sister and her husband. Hopefully his father will be equally charmed."
"Honey… no."