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The summer before it all started:

The cold bit his fingers, the mud seeped deep into the pores of his clothes, and the breeze made him shiver.

On the floor of the grave layed shreds of his clothing, which were torn by the prickly thorn bush and almost glowed in contrast to the dark earth. The fog surrounding the forest and the silence gave the whole area an unnatural mood.

The only life he saw were the worms that had buried themselves in the earth of the tomb and were dumped onto the surface by the shovel. The light of the moon illuminated the tomb a bit, allowing him to see what was in front of him.

He's been digging in the ground with a rusty shovel for hours and couldn't wait to finally get back to a warm house. Digging up the grave of an ancient, dead witch was not his favorite pastime, but he had no choice.

While he was lost in his thoughts, his shovel hit a hard object and broke on impact. Unquestioningly and annoyed, he looked at the shovel and was about to start screaming in frustration, but when he saw the lid of the grave in front of him, he fell silent.

His arms were already shaking from tiredness, and he was glad that he could finally stop digging because he didn't know how much longer he could really do it.

As he bent down and smeared the earth off the tomb's lid with his hand, he could vaguely make out words engraved on the lid. The words were most likely dedicated to people who wanted to open the tomb, but since he couldn't read what was written on it, he got a little nervous.

When he tried to force the lid to move, he felt no resistance and pushed it aside. It wasn't exactly effective, efficient, or verve, as it took a lot of strength to slide the lid aside, but he managed it. As the lid was pushed aside, he was confronted with various smells.

The stench of rotting plants and books hit his nostrils and made him flinch a little. But he didn't let the smell overwhelm him and looked inside the grave with his flashlight. He hadn't exactly expected anything extravagant or eminent, although he had heard many stories about the witch, but what he saw surprised him.

It was stuffed with little boxes and heaps of very old books, but what was really missing was the witch's skeleton, which didn't surprise him as she most likely didn't want anyone using her bones for any spells.

He took a small box from the grave and took a closer look at it. The box was slightly larger than his hand, made of wood, was surprisingly heavy, and had various engravings of symbols on the sides. What he could sense, however, was that whatever was in the box was filled with magic.

When he opened the box, he found a diamond-encrusted necklace. It looked very old, and it probably was, as it lay in the grave of a witch who died 150 years ago.

The chain was silvery and set with small gemstones, while the pendant of the chain looked like a flower and was also set with several diamonds. What made the necklace particularly special and expressive was the large blue gemstone in the center of the flower, which was so full of magic that you didn't even have to touch it to feel the magic within.

As he carefully removed the necklace from the box, he felt various charms on the necklace, but none of the spells felt threatening, so he slowly and carefully opened the necklace, placed it around his neck, and locked it.

As he locked the chain around his neck, he felt the magic wash over him and soothe him. It felt fabulous, and he couldn't wait to see what was in the other boxes if he already found something like this in the first one.

Coming back from his trip, he felt the chill of the wind again and grimaced. He had already forgotten that he was standing in a grave in the middle of a forest. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible because he was already quite tired, which is why he put the big black bags he had brought with him into the grave and slowly filled them with the various books and small boxes.

In the first bag he put the books, which were quite heavy, and in the other bag he put all the small boxes. When they were full, he slowly lifted them out of the grave, not wanting to damage anything inside them, and made his way out of the forest with the two heavy bags that he could hardly carry.

~~~

The sun had already set when he was sitting in a restaurant and looking into the distance. The fog that had been there the day before was there again, and the glow of the street lamp illuminated only a small part of the deserted road. The cigarette between his fingers made the surrounding area smell of smoke, and his breath could be clearly seen in the air. He didn't really look at anything; he waited and let the time pass.

He didn't have to wait long for someone to sit next to him. It was a woman, no more than twenty-five, in a black jacket. She wasn't really tall, had normal brown hair and brown eyes nothing that stands out. He didn't turn his gaze to her as she sat down; he took a drag on his cigarette and gazed into the darkness.

Only after a few minutes did he let his gaze fall on her. She raised her head, looked at him, and looked away. "Did you find it?" she asks him. She spoke of a brooch that he should get her. "Yes," he said, turning his gaze into the darkness. She gave him the location of the witch's grave so he could get the brooch for her. Of course he accepted; it's not every day you get the chance to get different artifacts and old books from old witches.

"Do you know where it is?" he asked her. "Yes, the finger bone is in Mystic Falls." Hearing that, he turned to her in surprise. "Really?" "Yes, it should be buried under a house belonging to a werewolf family." Hearing that, it was immediately clear to him what property the bone was on, and he couldn't wait to get it.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was later than he thought, so he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and got up from the chair. But before he left, he took a brooch out of his coat pocket and put it on the table. Then he turned around and left the woman alone in the darkness.

~~~

It was the first morning after summer vacation. Adam was awake long before his siblings got up. He took his time this morning. After he came home from his vacation trip yesterday, he went to sleep immediately, so the two black bags had not yet been inspected by him.

He wasn't worried that either his siblings or Jenna would go through the two bags; they never came into his room. They said they didn't feel comfortable in his room, and they found some things he had lying around a bit disturbing.

It is most likely due to the many different artifacts displayed in a glass case covering the entire wall on the right side of his room or the other two walls completely covered with bookshelves containing various books on various subjects.

Most of these books were various grimoires that he collected; however, there was still room on the bookshelves where he could put the new books he retrieved from the grave after reading and looking through them.

His bed, on which he is currently lying, is pressed against the last wall. The wall next to his bed wasn't crammed with bookshelves or showcases, but various planks of wood were attached to the wall, on which are small bottles with various contents.

Many had different herbs and plants in them, but there are also bottles with different feathers, skins, liquids, and many other things. For a witch like him, it's a pure paradise, but for someone who has no magic, it's just weird.

The last time anyone opened his packages was when he placed a bulk order for small cushions for the artifacts in his glass case. Jenna had been looking at him funny for a few days. It's not his fault if he doesn't want the artifacts to get scratched, and that's why each artifact is in his glass case on a small cushion.

The showcase is always locked at all times because he doesn't want anyone to be bewitched by a dark object. The last time that happened wasn't exactly nice.

He was lying on the bed, already dressed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't really want to go to school, but he couldn't just not go to school. Which is why he got up and walked to the door to go downstairs, but before he opened the door, he saw the chain he had taken from the grave lying on a pillow.

"Should I..?" he asked himself while looking at the necklace. He decided against it; he didn't want the school staring at him on the first day. As he let out the door, he locked it behind him with a key and made his way downstairs.

,,Toast. I can make toast.'' Jenna says as she walks into the kitchen, where she is fixing her hair, as Adam is walking down the stairs.

"It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna," Elena tells her as she sits at the table. Adam wasn't really listening to what they were saying as he was grabbing himself some toast and eating it. Only after he heard the door of the house close did he start to listen again.

"Are you okay?'' Elena asks Jeremy. ,,Don't start'' The teenage boy snaps back at her. Adam just sighs, used to their bickering. Jeremy, in a bad mood, ran out of the kitchen while Elena watched him go. After a minute, she also left the kitchen, leaving Adam alone. After eating his very dry toast, he took his car keys out of his jacket pocket and also left the house to drive his car to school.

When he arrived at school, he quickly found a parking space and walked into the building; he didn't really meet anyone he missed. He didn't have any real friends either, but you can't really blame him since most of the people in Mystic Falls aren't really the most interesting. When he got to his locker, he quickly grabbed his books and headed to class.

It wasn't until he was in the classroom and class started that he saw that someone new was in the room. He couldn't see much of him, but when he saw him, he knew immediately that he wasn't a normal student.

He could taste the magic of him on his tongue, but it wasn't magic like a witch has; it was like a vampire, which wasn't much better since vampires always brought problems. Only when he saw how the vampire and his sister were looking at each other did he look away; he almost got sick of the way they were looking at each other, even though they most likely didn't even know each other.

~~~

"Where's Elena?'' Jenna asks Adam while doing the dishes. "Miss Freaky, probably at the cemetery; like, which person goes to a cemetery after school?'' He asked her. Adam couldn't understand why Elena did that, and he knew that this was not really healthy for her.

Jenna didn't comment, even though he knew she didn't like the way he talked about his sister. He and his siblings don't really have much in common and just don't really get along. She knew that too, of course, but she still wanted him to have a good relationship with them, which most likely will never happen.

When he got to his room, he put on his sleeping clothes and left his school things next to his bed. He doesn't really like lying in bed with his clothes on, which he wore outside, so he always changed into something comfortable just for inside.

Luckily, since that day was the first day of school, they hadn't been given anything to do, giving him plenty of time to look at the things he dug out of the grave. So he grabbed one of the two bags and sat down on his bed.

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When he opened the bag, he saw that it was the bag with the different little boxes.

The boxes were scattered around, and he just couldn't decide which one to open first, so he closed his eyes and just reached inside. The box he pulled out was also made of wood, but what he could see on it was that the box had a plant engraved on it.

He carefully tried to open the box, which unfortunately wasn't easy because the old hinges were a bit rusty.

When he finally managed to open the box, he saw that inside it were three different things: two bottles, one bigger than the other, and a folded piece of paper. But what he could see was that in the larger bottle was some kind of plant with roots, while the smaller bottle had some seeds in it.

He carefully took the two bottles out of the small box, as he could already see cracks in the glass of the bottles and they looked quite fragile.

He deposited both bottles on the bed next to him while taking the small piece of paper out of the box and unfolding it.

On the note was a drawing of a plant and a few words. The plant in the picture had a small axillary branch, and the stems and branches were single-headed, striped, bluish-green, very isolated in the lower part, crowded with white hairs above and under the cupules.

The leaves were scattered, somewhat hairy, and bluish green. The basal leaves were rose-shaped and long-stemmed; the rest became gradually shorter towards the top.

It resembles some medicinal plants he knew and had in the garden, but he had never seen this species before. The words next to the drawing weren't much of a help, as they were written in a language he had never seen before and therefore couldn't decipher. All he had left was to look up the various botany books he had.

"If she lived more than 150 years ago, then I would surely find it in here," Adam said as he picked up a slightly larger book from a shelf.

It's not exactly the oldest botany book he owns, but it's still quite old, which is why it wasn't exactly the most beautiful book of all time.

The book was bound in hard leather, and a few plants could be seen engraved on the cover.

Most of the books have faded colors on the covers, and the string that binds the book was also a faint light shade of yellow, which wasn't a bad thing since most books that were older had that.

Opening the book on his bed, he could immediately see illustrations of different plants that were hand-drawn, as well as words and phrases that explained what each plant actually was.

He had to leaf through it for a few minutes before he came across a page that had a picture of a plant that looked similar to the plant he had seen on the slip.

"The German Bertram," he read aloud to himself.

"The roots of the Bertram are cultivated as a medicinal plant; I've never heard of them," which surprised him since he was actually quite familiar with plants, which is why he opened his laptop and looked for the German Bertram.

"As early as 1888, only one farmer near Magdeburg is said to have grown the plant. After the field cultivation was finished, no living plants or seeds could be found.

"No wonder I've never heard of her when she doesn't even exist anymore," he said aloud.

He couldn't wait to see what else was in the various boxes if he found something like that in the first one.

Having an herb that maybe no other witch had gave him a huge advantage if he were to use it for something. Other witches wouldn't know how to react since they wouldn't have the plant and wouldn't even know which plant he used.

Full of joy and excitement, he searched the bag for boxes similar to this one, and his search was not in vain as he found three other boxes with the same symbol.

In them he found a bottle with garlic, but in its wild form, which is also used as a medicinal plant; the overlooked feltweed, for which he knows no use; and the depleted seaweed, used in sacrificial rituals.

After he had stowed all the bottles and the notes on a board on his wall, he searched through the other boxes that were still in the bag.

What he found inside wasn't anything spectacular; it was mostly jewelry set with various gems, but none of them were enchanted like the one necklace he found. Which is why he kept the jewels in his display case so that he might be able to enchant them at some point in the future.

After putting everything away, he opened the second bag with the books and the grimoires and placed them all on his bed.

But when he opened them, he quickly realized that he couldn't read them because they were written in the same language as the notes on the plants.

He only saw that two of the grimoires were in English, and he was therefore able to read them, but when he looked outside, he noticed that it had already gotten dark outside.

It must have been longer than he thought, which is why he put the books back in his bag and went to sleep.

~~~

"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted from this battle? Ms. Bennett?'' said Mr. Tanner while standing in front of the whole class.

,,Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot.'' Mr. Tanner only glared angrily at Bonnie.

"Cute becomes "dumb" in an instant, Ms. Bennett. Mr Donavan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?''

,, It's okay, Mr. Tanner; I'm cool with it.'' Mr. Tanner looked even more displeased.

,,Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significant historical events? I'm sorry, I don't know.''

Adam knew Mr. Tanner was going to make a big deal of it; he's always hated Elena, and for some reason he was always after her.

Not that he cares what Mr. Tanner thinks about Elena; he just wanted to know why Mr. Tanner didn't like her; he didn't like her either, but Mr. Tanner didn't know her like he did.

I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break.''

And there it is: Mr. Tanner really went for the big guns.

There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians,'' spoke the new guy; Adam still didn't know his name.

,,That's correct. Mister...?''

,,Salvatore''

,,Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?'' asked Mr. Tanner, interested.

"Distant," answered the new guy curtly.

Well, very good. Except, of course, for civilians, there were no civilian casualties in this battle.''

Adam wasn't even listening to what they were talking about; he was busy finding out the language in which the grimoire was written.

He wrote down a few sentences and words at home, and now he is trying to translate the words with his mobile phone and find the language in which they were written.

It wasn't until the class started clapping that he looked ahead again and saw Mr. Tanner with an angry face on his face.

Luckily, the bell rang just then, allowing him to quickly leave the classroom.

~~~

Adam was sitting on a large tree trunk in the forest. The party was in full swing, and he had decided to attend the party beforehand; he couldn't never come or the others would start talking about it.

He was about to get himself a new drink when he heard the new guy talking to Caroline.

,,Caroline. You and I both know it's not going to happen. Sorry," said the new guy while walking away.

It was the perfect moment to find out who he really was and face him, so Adam ran towards him.

Stefan was just about to call for Elena when someone ran into him. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

Looking down, he saw that a smaller guy had run into him, but what he specifically saw was that he had white hair and two different colored eyes.

"Oh, how rude of me; I didn't even introduce myself; I'm Adam," the guy looked at him with a big smile.

"Stefan Salvatore, are you perhaps related to Elena?"

He shook his head quickly as a yes and said with a blindingly big laugh, "Ah, yes, she is my sister."

"Really, I didn't know that she has two brothers."

"Yeah, she does," she said, still with a huge smile.

"It was nice to meet you, Adam, but I have to go and look for someone now."

"No problem; it was nice meeting you," Adam said to him. So he turned to look for Elena.

What he didn't see, however, was how Adam's laugh fell on his face and was replaced with a serious look.

"Hmm, why is a hundred-year-old vampire back here, and why is he so obsessed with my sister?" Adam continued to watch Stefan until he couldn't see him anymore.

"They couldn't have come at a better time; they'll keep everyone off my back," Adam said while a sinister smile spread across his face. He quickly took his keys out of his pocket and headed home.

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It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and you could hear the birds singing in the background.

Adam was just walking out of his room when he met Jenna and Elena.

"Do I look adult? As in respectfully parental?" Jenna said while looking at Elena.

"Depends on where you're going," answered Elena while looking at her outfit.

Jeremy's parent-teacher conference Hair up or down?'' She asked Adam when she spotted him coming out of his room while putting her hair up.

"Sexy stewardess," answered Elena.

Jenna quickly let her hair down. "boozy housewife''

While Elena answered her, Adam made his way downstairs quickly to get something to eat and to make his way to school.

His thoughts were completely somewhere else today.

Today is an important day for him; he's going to try something he's been preparing for a long time, and he can't wait to try it.

~~~

Sometimes he really wonders why he still goes to school. The whole morning was a complete waste of time; he should have skipped it.

The whole lesson today was about the comet, which wasn't exactly bad, but the stupid thing was that they didn't really do anything else, so he should have stayed at home and prepared for tonight.

He was just putting his things in his locker when he heard Bonnie and Caroline talking.

,, Technically, Grams says I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it, but she was looped on the liquor, so I kind of tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches? I don't think so.''

Who would have believed that Bonnie's magic was finally manifesting? It's just more than ten years too late.

He had never understood why Bonnie's magic was bound by Grams and her mother.

Her magic would eventually come back anyway, no matter how tightly you bound it.

Of course, for him, it was actually good, because Grams was always the only witch next to him in Mystic Falls, and Grams had never stopped him from anything.

She thought that he should figure out for himself what magic to use and what to steer clear of.

Bonnie wasn't like Grams. He knew if she knew about magic, she would interfere with his affairs and prevent him from doing some things, so it was actually a good thing for him.

He just wouldn't want to be in her shoes. Most witches her age already knew a lot, and she didn't even know the most basic spells.

"Yeah, well, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night," said Caroline to Bonnie in a snarky voice.

Bonnie saw numbers? He never thought she had a talent for seeing with her personality.

Most people I see are very tolerant individuals who do not interfere in the affairs of others and also don't care about others.

I didn't see him; you did. Why didn't you just talk to him?" asked Bonnie.

I don't know. I was drunk.''

~~~

He leaned against the frame of the door as he knocked on the door of the house he was standing in front of.

He didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and Grams was standing in front of him.

"Adam, how nice to see you." Adam just smiled at her with a small smile and entered her house as she opened the door more for him to enter.

"Hi, Grams," Adam said as he entered the house. Not much had changed since he was last there before the holidays.

He sat down in a chair in the living room, as did Grams. "And?" How did it go? Did you find what you were looking for?'' Grams asks him as she pours herself a drink.

"Ah, yes, everything worked out." He hadn't really told her why he was away on vacation, just that he was looking for something.

The smile left her face as she looked at him with a more serious look. "Adam, what do you want?"

Adam wasn't surprised; she always got quite serious when it came to witchcraft matters. "Why would I want anything from you?" he asked her as he got up and looked at various photos on the wall.

"Adam, I know exactly how you are. Today the comet is near, so what are you planning?" She asked him in a serious voice.

"You know me so well, Grams, that I wanted to ask if you have the medallion?"

"What medallion? You must be more specific; you know well that I have several," she told him as she watched him.

"You know, the one with the star constellation."

Grams wasn't at all enthusiastic about his answer and just looked at him with serious, knitted eyebrows.

"What are you up to?" she asked him with a bit of heat in her voice; although she never kept him from his stuff, that doesn't mean she always agreed with everything.

"It doesn't really matter that much," Adam told her, still with his back to her. She didn't say anything; he just felt her eyes boring holes in his head.

After what seemed like an eternity, he heard her get up and walk away, most likely going to get the medallion. He just kept looking at the photos that showed Bonnie and Grams.

After a few minutes, he could hear her running back. When he turned around, she was back in the living room, a medallion in hand. When she handed him the medallion, he could recognize it better again.

It wasn't anything special; it was gray in color, and the medallion had a constellation of stars engraved on it. "Bonnie's magic has started to manifest," he told her without looking up, eyeing the medallion.

"I know." Was the only answer he got. When he looked up, he saw her not looking at him but staring at one of the pictures with her and Bonnie in it.

He didn't say anything either; he just walked towards the door and opened it. Before leaving, however, he said something to her without turning around.

"You knew that day would come eventually." She didn't say anything as he walked out and closed the door behind him; she stood alone in the house, staring at the picture with a small tear falling from her eyes.

~~~

He knew it wasn't easy for Grams, but there was nothing he could do about it. As he told her before, she knew that the day would come someday.

He didn't want to think about it anymore; he had to prepare for tonight. Nothing must go wrong tonight, because he will never get an opportunity like this again.

When he got home, he could see Jenna in the living room. He could see how annoyed she was, so he quietly went upstairs to his room to finally get ready.

~~~

It was very dark when he made his way to the place in the forest where he would perform it.

The place was very secluded, so nobody could disturb him during the ritual. He was going to perform a very special ritual today that he had read about.

He had found it in a grimoire that once belonged to a clan of witches in Norway.

It was a binding ritual that every witch who wanted to join the clan had to do. One bound oneself with this ritual not only to the members of the clan but to something else, which is why he could only do it today. Since one bound oneself to stars, comets, or other galactic objects.

The witch normally selects a galactic object to bind to in preparation for the ritual, and then during the ritual she binds herself to the object and to the clan with an offering.

What was special about the ritual was something he couldn't explain.

It just doesn't work sometimes. Not because a witch was too weak or the clan didn't want her, but because the binding to a star, comet, or something else galactic just doesn't work sometimes.

The grimoire didn't explain why this happened; the only thing it said was that those witches who couldn't perform this ritual were banished from the clan by the others.

He was nervous, of course.

He couldn't explain why this was happening, but even if it didn't work out, he wouldn't have anything to fear. The clan that used this ritual was long gone, so he had nothing to worry about.

The reason he attempted this ritual in the first place was quite simple: he needed magic because he had no real magic, such as a siphon, which frightened him.

Siphoner didn't exactly have the best reputation among witches, which made him the perfect victim. Adding his status as a traveler on top of that made him one of the witches' greatest targets.

Witches hate travelers and siphoners as much as vampires, so he was always careful when he went out of town.

The only witch who acknowledged his status as a siphon and traveler was Grams, and it was she who helped him hide it.

From her, he had gotten a bracelet that imitated the feeling of magic. As long as he wore it, witches around him would sense that he had magic, albeit a very weak one.

He had, of course, asked Grams about the magic, but she had never told him. In natural magic, Grams simply surpassed him, while he surpassed her in uncommon and unusual branches of magic.

After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the place where he wanted to perform the ritual.

It was a small open space in the middle of the forest, surrounded by trees. He found this space a few years ago and has been using it for major rituals ever since.

He was a bit proud of this place.

Stepping into the circle surrounded by trees, one could feel magic in the ground.

What many didn't know was that every time a ritual is performed, magic is released into the ground.

What many thought was that the magic just disappeared into the air, but that wasn't the case; magic couldn't just dissipate; it was absorbed by the ground.

This happens every time a ritual is performed, and the magic accumulates in the ground.

The special thing about this magic now is that it didn't just stay in the ground but that it interacted with the environment, which is why rituals are easier in these places where a lot of magic is in the ground.

The magic in the ground helps power the ritual, and once that ritual is over, the rest of the magic in the ground levels out and increases, creating a kind of cycle.

This is also why many witches do their major spells in the same place and not different ones; it's just easier.

He could sense the magic in the ground. Siphoners are much more sensitive to magic and sense it much easier than normal witches, as it is important for them to know exactly where magic is so they can tap into it.

He put the bag with the things he had brought on the ground, opened it, and took everything out.

When he was done, there was a grimoire in front of him, various bottles with different contents, and a few other utensils in front of him.

He took the grimoire and opened it to the first pages. It said exactly how the ritual was to be performed.

He wanted to be on the safe side, which is why he brought the grimoire with him, although it is not normally done in this ritual.

The reason he wanted to do the ritual today was because he wanted to bind himself to the comet.

Grams told him that the comet was a sign of impending doom, and the last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death.

So much blood and carnage created a bed of paranormal activity. Since he had used dark magic many times, he found it fitting that he would bind himself to such a comet.

Adam saw the comet in the sky, so he got to work. The first step was to draw a star constellation with seeds on the ground.

Adam chose the peacock constellation and drew it with aconite seeds.

He chose the peacock constellation because the peacock is a symbol of immortality and beauty, and he chose aconite because it is both a beautiful plant and extremely deadly.

The constellation and seeds complemented each other, making a deadly, immortal, and beautiful combination.

After that was done, the next step came. In the middle of the constellation, he placed a bowl made of pure tungsten, which was used for many of his rituals.

He had the bowl and the knife made two years ago and has been using them for every spell that requires a bowl or knife ever since.

Tungsten has one of the highest melting and boiling points, which is why it can withstand high temperatures without problem.

He remembered exactly when he had ordered this bowl and knife, which he used for rituals, because his account balance suffered for a few months. Luckily, he had a few pieces of jewelry that he had been able to sell and was therefore able to afford the bowl and the knife at all.

Not only did he have the bowl and the knife made because they're so heat-resistant, but because both work just like the ground in rituals. The bowl and the knife used in rituals also absorb magic, so that's why he got himself a bowl and a knife that would withstand a lot, could be used over and over again, and would get stronger and stronger after each ritual.

Next to the bowl, he placed four candles, each facing one of the cardinal points. The name of a star was engraved on each candle. The names of the stars engraved were Sirius, Cannopus, Arktur, and Prokyon.

After putting everything in its proper place, he took a large bottle of water and emptied it into the bowl until it was half full.

Then he knelt in front of the bowl, put a cloth next to him on the right, put the grimoire next to himself on the left, and opened it on the side with the magic spell. He then opened the small bottles and put their contents on the cloth with his ritual knife.

Now everything was prepared, and he could hardly wait. When he looked up, he could see the comet in the sky, and he started the spell.

"Jeg str foran deg som din tjener; jeg vil ha kontakt med deg og fle din kraft. Se meg, kjenn meg, ta p meg, kjenn om jeg er verdt det og fortell meg'', chanted Adam while looking at the comet.

"Med dette blodet, bind meg til meg selv og ta det som mitt offer.'' He took his knife, cut his hand, and let it drip into the bowl.

As he did so, he could already feel magic filling the place where he was kneeling. "Pfuglen et symbol p makt, styrke, uddelighet, skjnnhet, chanted Adam while taking a peacock feather and adding it to the bowl.

"Safran som symbol p magi og gudinnen Hekate.'' Adding Safran to the bowl made the place swell with magic. The mix of water, blood, peacock feathers, and saffron turned blue and started to freeze.

The air was also getting colder, and you could already see Adam's breath in the air. But he didn't let himself be disturbed and looked at the candles.

Godta dette og meg og pne dren din. La meg g og hjelpe meg finne magi.'' After saying this, both the bowl and the candles started to burn, but he paid no attention to that.

He was overcome by magic, unable to move, and all he felt was pain.

He was afraid. In the grimoire, there was never any mention of pain, and he was afraid he had done something wrong.

He was really cold—so cold that he wasn't able to feel his limbs. Out of nowhere, he was burning up, like he was standing in a fire.

The pain was excruciating, and he could feel something pouring out of his right eye.

Just as the pain almost overwhelmed him, it all stopped. The pain and the fire in the bowl were gone. He couldn't help it; his eyes closed, and he fell into darkness.

~~~

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the night sky. The comet was overhead, and no sound was heard.

His whole body ached, and the right side of his face was sticky, but he could feel something.

It was like a thread; it felt thin and fragile, but he could feel the magic that was in him.

This time, he knew what was running from his eyes. It was tears because he had made it; he was connected to the comet.

His body protested against getting up, but he did it anyway.

The only things left from the ritual were his bowl, his knives, and the cloth; the rest was gone.

When he put his hand on the right side of his face and took it away again, he could see dried blood on his hand. He had bled from his right eye during the ritual. He therefore took the almost empty water bottle, emptied some water into his hand, and used it to wipe the blood from his face, as he didn't like the feeling of dried blood on his face.

His body continued to protest as he got up and put his things together, but he clenched his teeth, not wanting to sleep in the woods, so he slowly made his way home.

~~~

While walking, he wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings; he was just playing around with the connection to the comet.

It was a new feeling to have magic in him that wasn't siphoned. Siphoned magic doesn't feel entirely right when taken from a witch; the witch's magic knows it's not yours, so it feels weird.

This wasn't the case with the magic in the environment and from objects; the magic just feels very neutral as it doesn't really belong to anyone, so the magic he now had inside him felt amazing.

It felt like he had a new limb that complemented his others perfectly.

The only problem was that the connection was weak, and he didn't have as much magic as a normal witch.

He could maybe perform a few spells, but then the connection would be exhausted, but at least it was starting. He went from zero magic to little magic.

He was so firmly in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the person in front of him.

After a while, he noticed the person standing ten to eight meters in front of him and looked at him.

It was a man, young, with slightly longer black hair. Only when he analyzed the man more closely did he feel it—the magic in the man, but not like the magic of a witch, no, like the magic of a vampire.

When he noticed that, he stopped. The man saw that too and stared at him with a grin.

Suddenly his face changed; he developed veins under his eyes, and the canines on his face became sharp. With an unnatural speed, he ran towards him, but Adam was already prepared.

He quickly raised his right arm, palm down, and the stranger was stopped. Adam had his heart firmly in his new magic's grip; the man's breadbasket was being pulled up by some unseen force, and the man was staring at him with wide eyes.

Adam said nothing, just staring into the man's eyes as he quickly twisted his right hand, concentrating the magic on the stranger's neck, and snapped his neck with a loud crack.

The man, no longer held up by Adam's magic, fell to the ground with a smack, but Adam just kept walking, leaving the man lying on the street.

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It was pure hell. His head felt like it was about to break in two, his throat was dry, and his limbs ached with exhaustion. He had underestimated how strong the ritual would be; he felt like a tank had run over him. He would never be able to go to school like that. Just as he was about to drown in self-pity, Jenna opened the door.

"Adam, why are you still in bed? You have school soon'', Jenna asked him, confused, when she saw him still in bed. "I can't walk; I'm in pain; I'd rather stay at home today; could you call and tell them I won't be coming?" His voice sounded like he hadn't used it in years.

"Yeah, no problem, you better rest," Jenna replied while closing his door again. Adam didn't really answer her but burrowed back under his covers to go back to sleep. What a bad start to a day.

~~~

He really hadn't done anything all day; he just laid in bed going through a few grimoires. It was late in the evening when he ran downstairs to get something to eat. What he hadn't expected were guests at his house. Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, and another man sat on the sofa, staring at him.

Maybe he should have worn something else than a sweater that was way too big for him with very short pants that you can't even see because the sweater covers them.

"Adam, I didn't know you were home," Elena said to him, looking at him confused. "I stayed home today," he replied, standing awkwardly. "Come sit down with us; there's enough space," Stefan said to him.

To be honest, he didn't want to join them at all, but it looks like he didn't have a choice. The only free seat was to the left of the man he didn't know, so that's why he sat down next to him.

After he sat down, the conversation among the others started again, but he wasn't listening at all because the man sitting next to him turned to face him. "My name is Damon, and you're my sweetie," Damon told him with a smirk and an arrogant voice.

Only when he saw the man's face did he see who was sitting next to him, he was yesterday's vampire. It looks like he wasn't the only one recognizing the other, as Damon got a little stiff in the neck when he saw who was sitting next to him. Adam was very amused by this, causing a grin to spread across his face. "Adam delighted." Adam held out his hand, but Damon didn't take it; he just looked into his eyes, and after a few seconds, he took it and kissed the back of it.

The interaction between them ended when Elena and Bonnie walked into the kitchen, pulling Caroline into the kitchen with them. The only ones left in the living room were him, Damon, and Stefan.

"What are you doing here, Damon? You've had your fun; now go away." Stefan was, by the looks of it, pissed at Damon. "Hmm, I don't know; Elena is a sweetheart; maybe I also want a taste of her'', Damon said to Stefan to provoke him.

Adam just gave a small laugh as he stretched his legs and placed them on Damon's lap. Damon only looked at him briefly, but then focused on Stefan again. Stefan, on the other hand, looked at him in alarm since he remembered that the two brothers were not alone. Adam didn't say anything; he just stared at Damon, got up, and walked out of the room.

~~~

Adam was working in his backyard when he got a message on his cell phone. All it said was that he should come to the Salvatore boarding house. He didn't even want to know how Damon got his number, so he packed up his things and went on his way.

~~~

He knew in advance that the house was gigantic, but when he got there, he was still surprised at how big it was. When he knocked on the door, he didn't have to wait long for Damon to open the door and let him in.

He had to admit the house was beautiful, and the furniture was to kill for. The couch he sat on was very comfortable, but he didn't have time to really enjoy it as Damon sat down in front of him.

"Why did you call me Damon?" Damon just gave him a stupid grin. "You fascinate me.'' Adam just stared at him with boredom. "Damon, I'm not here for you to kiss my ass; why did you want me to come?" Damon's smirk fell off his face and was replaced by a serious look. "I need a witch." Adam didn't say anything; he just continued to look at him.

"You need to cast a spell for me," Damon told him as he poured himself a drink. "And what do I get for that?" Damon just raised his one eyebrow. "Do you really think I'll just help you like that? Damon, we don't even really know each other.''

This is why Adam mostly doesn't get involved in such matters; vampires also believe that just because they can influence normal people, they can do the same with witches.

"I thought you would do me a favor, but you broke my neck." "You wanted to drink my blood; I don't owe you anything," Adam said to him while he surveyed the room. Adam could see out of the corner of his eye Damon's glare, his vampire face showing, and a little closer, so he turned back to Damon and snapped his right hand a little.

There was only a snap as Damon's right hand snapped in an unnatural direction and stayed there. "I could rip your heart out in seconds, Damon; it wouldn't be wise to attack someone who can kill you and you want help from."

Damon said nothing, gritting his teeth and snapping his hand back into place. "What do you want?" Damon asked him through clenched teeth and angrily, but he stayed seated because he needed Adam's help.

"What would a witch want?" Adam asked Damon in a provocative and childish voice. Damon didn't say anything, took out his cell phone, asked for his bank account, and sent him some money after he got it. Adam then just said goodbye to Damon and walked home; for him, the day was very productive.

~~~

The Founder's Day celebration at Lockwood House was in full swing. Adam wasn't exactly there to mingle, but to get something he had been looking for for a long time. When he saw Miss Lockwood walking into a room alone, he walked after her. They were both alone when she turned and saw him, but it was too late; he grabbed her head with both his hands and started to cast the spell. "Jaryakat a zem, daryeet acza"

Her eyes rolled back as his body fell to the floor. After a few moments, Adam had her body in his grip, grabbed his own body by the legs, and pulled it behind a sofa, not wanting anyone to find his body just like that.

It was only his third time taking over someone's body; he'd learned it a few years ago when he found out he was a traveler but hadn't really used it. His status as a siphon gave him a loophole on how to use magic normally anyway, so he never really had to use the Traveler technique.

The shoes Miss Lockwood was wearing weren't the most comfortable, and it took him a few minutes before he could even walk normally in them. After he managed not to walk in his shoes like an idiot, he went to search the different rooms in the house.

As he was told, a certain witch's finger bone was on the property; it must have been passed down from generation to generation in the family. His plan now was to go into every room and look for any traces of magic there. Since he is very sensitive to magic and can sense it, it shouldn't be difficult for him to find the bone.

The only reason he took over Miss Lockwood's body was that nobody asked him why he was poking around and entering rooms where guests weren't supposed to be.

Half an hour must have passed; his feet hurt, and he was getting more and more angry. He had already searched many rooms but found nothing until now.

He was also afraid that someone would find his normal body, which would be a disaster. He was walking down a hallway at the other end of the house when he sensed something—a whiff of magic—behind a large door. When he opened the door, he found an office, very likely Mister Lockwood's by the looks of it.

Only when he really entered the office did he really feel the magic. It came out of the office from two places: one on the floor and one behind a painting hanging on the wall. Adam went to the painting first because that's where the stronger magic came from.

After carefully removing the painting from the wall, he found a safe in front of him. "What a cliché", Adam said. He couldn't understand why someone would hide a safe behind a painting. ''Aperi te'', Adam chanted as he waved his hand to the side.

The safe opened with little resistance. In the safe were various things like a few folders, money, and small boxes, but the only thing Adam was really interested in was a small box that looked very old.

Before he even had the box in his hand, he felt the magic emanating from it; it was dark, very dark, and it drew him in. When he opened the box, he found what he was looking for on top of the box lay a single finger bone radiating a massive mass of dark magic.

Adam closed the safe again and put the picture back in the same place he found it. He had what he came for, so he went back to get his body.

~~~

The next day, in the evening, Adam was standing in a ruin with Damon. Damon had called him earlier and asked him to meet up with him. "So what am I here for, Damon?" Adam asked him.

He suspected it had something to do with the magic he felt in the ruins, but he didn't say anything because he wanted to hear from Damon himself what he wanted from him.

"You're here to keep your end of the bargain; the only thing I want from you is to remove the spell on the entrance," Damon told him in an arrogant voice. How can someone sound so arrogant and ask for something at the same time? Damon is a mystery to him sometimes.

Adam didn't say anything but walked to the entrance that Damon showed him and inspected the charm that lay on the entrance. He didn't even have to put his hand on the entrance to feel what the spell's purpose was to imprison vampires.

It was a strong spell, but not difficult to remove. "And?" Damon asked from behind, a little annoyed. Adam didn't say again; he just put his hands on the doorway.

His hands began to glow as he began to soak up the spell. Adam ignored whatever noises Damon was making behind him, just focusing on the magic he was absorbing. It wasn't just a little, but it didn't really bother him.

After a minute, his hands stopped glowing, he took his hands off the entrance, and he turned back to Damon. "The spell is gone." Damon just stared at him in confusion.

"That's it? You just had to put your hands on the entrance, and that made the spell go away?'' Apparently Damon had never heard of Siphoner. Well, that's very good; he would most likely think he was a normal witch then. "That's it; I've done my part; now we're even."

Damon didn't say anything; he just continued to stare at him and the entrance. But Adam took his stuff again and left Damon in the ruins. He had better things to do with the magic he now had from the spell.

~~~

When he got home, he pulled out a bag and started packing various supplies he needed for a spell. This was the perfect moment to start his plan, and he now had the bone he wanted as well as magic in him from the spell he absorbed. When he had everything, he walked downstairs, left the house, and drove away.

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It was around midnight when he arrived at his ritual circle in the forest. A light fog lay between the trees, and the moon shone brightly in the sky.

There was a light wind, so you could hear the trees rustle a bit. Not a soul was far and wide; nobody will be able to hear and disturb him. He had something planned for tonight, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He intended to perform the ritual he created.

~~~

Creating a ritual or spell sounds easier than it is. There are few witches who create real new spells; most of the time, the spells already exist in modified form, which makes creating them easier. Since the spell already exists in another form, magic is more likely to accept it. Yes, magic must accept a spell or ritual. Nobody knows exactly how this works, but Adam had various guesses.

He believes that to begin with creating a spell, you need six basics: a purpose, a spell, the means required, the right magic, understanding, and acceptance. Of the six, spell is the simplest, mostly just words in a magic full language; magic full languages are just languages that have been spoken for a long time or are used by many groups of witches. The purpose isn't that difficult either; most of the time, when a spell is created, the witch knows exactly what the purpose of the spell is. The other four are usually the problem; with the required funds, the perfect ingredients have to be found because not everything can be used. So if a witch wants to create a healing spell, she has to look for ingredients that go with it, but the difficult part is not finding plants but finding the perfect one among them, because even if one has been used for healing in another spell, it could be that this is not the case with the new one.

Finding the perfect choice is then accomplished by sensing the magic, an area many fail in as most witches sense magic around them only when it is strong and none when it is weak. When choosing, precision is the most important thing, which is why many fail. Understanding is also an important point; magic cannot create something if the witch does not know how it could be possible. An example would be turning silver into gold. The witch would need to know on a molecular level how the spell would change the silver to turn it into gold, so the magic would know what to do.

Many witches and also other supernatural beings often think that magic has no rules, but this is not the case, knowing this is the rule of magic. In a theoretical sense, magic could do anything; it could create anything because it knows how everything works in our universe. But it gives us witches a rule: we have to know for ourselves how something works in order to be able to carry it out. This sets a kind of limit for the witches that can be pushed further and further back. If this limit didn't exist, witches would be omnipotent; they could do anything, but this limit prevents that. Only witches who really deserve it can push the limit back and discover new things.

Witches of his time had much more powerful spells than the witches of yore because of this, because nowadays they can understand a lot of things through research and then use them. Of course, in his time there are still a few witches who can create something new, but that doesn't mean that the other witches don't have a purpose; they exist so that magic doesn't go away. However, there are many who do not share his view, the most common reason being the creation of the immortals and vampires. According to the theory, witches must know exactly how to keep the immortals alive, which is not possible as no one has done so yet and has been able to find out exactly how it works.

Adam explains the creation of vampires by saying that magic wanted to create another magical race and therefore created the immortals. You hear stories of witches all the time saying they heard magic and had things whispered to them, but nobody could really prove it, but it would explain a lot of things; nobody really knows how magic thinks or if it thinks at all and how it affects witches.

The final two steps are finding the right magic and acceptance. Not all magic can do the same thing; if you want to create a healing spell, there are different branches of magic that can be used. Most witches who create healing spells use nature magic to do so, although dark magic or black magic can also be used. The purpose and ingredients of the spell determine the magic used in the spell.

Finally comes the most dangerous part: acceptance. Magic has to accept the spell, and to find out if it really works, you have to perform it. If all goes well, magic will accept the spell, but if it doesn't, the effects can be catastrophic. Spells can explode, and witches have lost entire limbs, which is also one of the reasons why many people reinvent few or no spells because the risk is high.

The rituals are exactly the same, only much more difficult than with spells. With rituals, you don't just have to pay attention to the place and time, but you also have to pay more attention to the tools needed because you usually have to draw pentagrams or other things and need a lot more materials, but you also need a much longer spell, and the risks are enormous. Rituals are tricky business, which is why most witches don't even bother to create new ones since so much can go wrong. In his time as a witch, Adam had already developed various spells, some simpler than others. His status as a siphon helped him a lot, as he could sense the magic much better, but that was his only advantage. For tonight, he had created two spells, and for the first time in his career as a witch, he was performing a ritual he had created. His goal is to replace the finger bone in his left hand with another bone from another witch. The bone he will use for the ritual was from a witch named Inadu. Inadu was a witch who lived hundreds of years ago and had a connection to black magic like almost no other witch. He wanted this connection. He has always had a fascination with black magic, and through this ritual, he will be able to broaden his horizons in black magic.

~~~

It was just midnight when he put down his backpack and began to prepare for the ritual. The first things he took out of his backpack were stones, but not normal stones; they were stones from the cemetery in Mystic Falls. Before he went into the forest, he was at the cemetery and got stones from there. The dead being buried in graveyards change the normal earth magic that exists everywhere to dark magic and, a bit, to blood magic. What he will try today is by no means earth magic but black magic and blood magic, which is why the stones that radiate dark magic are perfect as the basis for the spell.

With them, he made a normal pentagram and then finally put his ritual bowl in the middle. When that was done, he took out five candles that had previously been dipped in his blood and placed one at each point of the pentagram. The only things he still had to get out of his backpack were his ritual knife, the bone in the box, and Deutscher Bertram. It didn't take many ingredients for the ritual, because the ritual isn't powered by a lot of magic or different ingredients but by his pain. Black and blood magic always wants a price, be it blood or an offering; it doesn't matter; something had to be sacrificed. In his ritual, he chose not to use painkillers and to endure the pain, using his pain as a sacrifice. Blood would be a far too small sacrifice, and sacrificing someone wouldn't do either because he was performing the ritual on himself.

It was a little after midnight when he positioned himself behind the bowl, and the ritual began. "Tmna sila te naricham. Cherna sila trsya te Ela pri men i vizh moyata zhertva.'' He took his knife and began to deeply cut the middle finger of his left hand. The pain was unbearable; he couldn't stop it when he started screaming; he had never felt anything so horrific. He could see his blood pouring into the bowl and a few pieces of meat falling into it with it. When he looked at his finger, he could already see the bone, and he felt sick when he saw it. Tears ran from his eyes; the pain was so great that he couldn't say anything. The forest around him was getting darker and the mist thicker. He could no longer see what was around him, and he could feel the black magic filling the area. He was scared, terrified as hell of the sight of his cut finger, which had made him freeze with fear and nausea. But it was too late; he couldn't go back; he had to keep going.

He could almost not hear himself as he continued to cast the spell. "Predlagam vi moyata shega. "Davam ti dushata si. " Da mi sili da se opravya. "Otvori mi vratite si.'' He dropped the knife next to the bowl, grabbed his finger as fast as he could, and ripped out the middle bone. He could feel his own flesh and bone under his finger, and he almost vomited when he saw his finger hanging from his hand to the floor as it had no bone inside to stabilize it. Tears weren't the only thing that flowed from his eyes; he could feel the blood flowing out of his eyes, nose, and ears.

He started screaming even louder; the pain got worse, and he dropped the bone in the bowl. He could no longer see the trees that surrounded him or how dark it was getting; he could feel the black magic dancing around him that was happy about his pain. He could feel the black magic flowing around him; to her, his screams were music. The magic shuddered with delight as he took the finger bone in his uncut hand and prepared for the worst part of the ritual.

The blood would not stop streaming from his eyes, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to see. All you could hear from his mouth was whimpering; he just wanted it to be over. With one hand, he pushed the bone into the vacant space. He started screaming again; he was shaking with pain, and he started crying even harder. He could feel his finger squeezing the bone, and he needed to bite down on his tongue to keep from vomiting. After what felt like an eternity, the bone was finally in his finger. After finally making it, he took German Bertram with his normal hand, threw it into the bowl, and put both hands in the bowl.

"Neka stana edno s tazi chast Pozvolete mi da pochuvstvam silata, pozvolete mi da ya ukrotya, neka ya vodya." His voice was scratchy from all the screaming, and he had to struggle to even say the word "spell between his crying and whimpering. He could feel the black magic jumping into his bowl like a delighted dog and flowing into his arms. His arms started to burn, black lines started forming on them, and his hands felt like knives were carving something into them. He just wanted it to stop; he couldn't take it anymore. His tears kept falling from his eyes. He could hardly breathe; he could only feel the black magic filling every corner of his body and nesting in it.

It didn't go according to plan at all; he never would have thought that he would have to suffer so much pain and that the magic would interact with his ritual like this. He just wanted to bond with the bone to gain better access to dark magic, and now he's choking on all the magic around him. ,,Krŭvvam za teb, iztseli me otnovo i shte te povdigna. Neka stana edno s tazi chast i shte razshirya. Umolyavam te da me poznaesh.'' He almost couldn't believe it as the magic around him grew even more and completely consumed him.

~~~

He couldn't see, smell, or hear anything. Everything was still; it felt like he was floating in nothing. He wasn't alone. He didn't know who or what was with him, but he could feel it. It was behind him, watching him and getting closer and closer until it was behind him. Adam couldn't move and couldn't turn, but he could feel the creature's breath. It was cold like a wind on a winter night; he got goosebumps. He could feel the creature's eyes boring into his head; it was uncomfortable. It felt like it was looking into his soul. It was only after a few minutes that he could feel it moving away. His eyes began to close, but before he fell asleep, he could hear a single word.

,,Moahvas''

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He slowly opened his eyes; he could hardly move, and his head hurt like hell. The light blinded him as he opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry. Only after a few moments did his vision improve, and he could see the white ceiling above him. There was no way he was in the forest anymore. Only when he slowly sat up did he realize where he was—in the hospital. Someone had found him after the ritual and brought him here.

He turned his head to the left as the door opened and a nurse walked into his room. "Mr. Gilbert, you're awake,'' she said to him when she saw him. Adam just nodded his head weakly. ''Why am I here?'' His voice was awful and very low. "You were found in the forest; you had lost a lot of blood, and you were lucky that someone found you." Adam didn't say anything but laid down; his back was starting to hurt again. "When can I get out of here?" He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, not because he doesn't like hospitals but because hospitals are expensive.

"Tonight, if everything goes well and you feel better," the nurse told him and walked out of his room. He wasn't alone for a long time; after a few minutes, the door opened again and Grams walked into his room. "You're awake." Was the only thing she said to him. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept for days. "I'm feeling better," Adam told her, staring at the ceiling. "What were you thinking?" She sounded really angry.

When he looked at her again, he could see that she looked really angry. "Black magic and blood magic, but performing a ritual that could have gone completely wrong!" Her voice rose; if she continued like this, the nurse from earlier would surely come into his room to see what was going on. "Everything went well." She didn't have to worry; there was nothing wrong with him. "How do you even know what I did? Did you follow me?'' he asked her angrily. He thought nobody had followed him.

"No, I'm not; it sticks to you, the magic; anyone with a bit of a talent for witchcraft can feel it; you're surrounded by a layer of black magic and blood magic." She sounded angry as well as worried. "I'm fine; I'm fine; I've never felt better." He tried to calm her down. "If that were the case, you wouldn't be in a hospital." Now she just sounded worried. "I had to lose a lot of blood; I had everything under control."' A lie, but she didn't need to know that. "I'm scared for you; magic like that is dangerous, you know it." He didn't say anything; she knew he'd never stop.

It was quiet. He didn't know what to say, and neither did she. She just sighed and walked out of his room.

He was alone again.

~~~

In the evening, he was released. Jenna had picked him up and driven him home; he was in no condition to drive. She didn't say anything to him on the drive home; it was very quiet. She had dark circles under her eyes, and she was very stiff. The moon was shining, but the car was dark. It made him sleepy, and he had to struggle not to fall asleep. When they got home, Jenna still didn't say anything, but she got out of the car and walked into the house. He followed her more slowly, and as he entered the house, he saw her in the kitchen.

She had her back to him and her head in her hands. She didn't turn around when he closed the outside door; she just continued to look at the counter. He was tired; the whole day had taken its toll on him, so he walked upstairs and entered his room.

He left her alone in the kitchen.

~~~

He spent the next few days at home; he didn't have to go to school. Jenna called the school and told them that he wouldn't be able to come, so he had a lot of time to himself. He wasn't really bothered by anyone; the only person he saw was Jenna. She kept bringing him food to his room, but she never stayed long. He knew that his room had always bothered her, which is why she never stayed in it for long, but it never bothered him; she didn't have to like his room. He never saw Elena and Jeremy during those days; he just heard them walking around the house and talking sometimes. Most of the time, they were never at home; they were out of the house most of the time.

He hated feeling so weak—even days after the ritual, he was still much weaker than usual. For the first two days, he could hardly get out of bed. Only after a few days, when he had regained his strength, could he see what the ritual had done. He discovered two tattoos, one on each of the backs of his hands. To someone else, the marks looked like normal tattoos, but he knew better.

He never had a tattoo before, and both looked like runes. He couldn't identify it, but he believed that the rune on the back of his left hand had something to do with black magic, not only because he used the bone on his left hand but because the whole rune radiates black magic. The bigger mystery was the rune on the right side. It also radiated magic, but not black or blood magic, but some kind of magic he didn't know, which is unusual since he knows and uses many different kinds of magic.

~~~

He couldn't do much; he was still too weak to go outside, and he couldn't find anything about the two runes on the internet either. He therefore found another occupation and began to write his first grimoire.

When a witch dies, she leaves many things to her descendants, from talismans and ritual knives to money, but the most important thing she leaves behind is her grimoire. Grimoires are sacred to witches; they contain their thoughts, the spells they invented, and their secrets. No witch is a true witch without her own grimoire. Most often, a witch will start writing her grimoire after she's done something big, like performing her first ritual alone or inventing her own spell.

Adam could have written his grimoire a long time ago, but he waited, wanting to start his grimoire with something meaningful. Since he managed to design and perform his own ritual, he felt it was time to write down his grimoire.

A grimoire is like a witch's résumé in that the spells and things she writes in it are not ordered by anything but are written in chronological order. One can then read how the witch improved in her life, and her descendants can read what her life was like.

He already had most of the things for his grimoire ready. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, which is why he got all the things he needed a few years ago. He had obtained many thick sheets of paper on which he would write his spells and rituals, as well as the leather he would use for the cover and the thread to tie it with.

Binding the book wasn't exactly difficult; the internet is really a dream in these aspects; there are instructions for everything somewhere. It was really thick when he finished binding it. He had a lot of pages bound into his grimoire to avoid running out; if at some point he runs out, he can always tie in more. He didn't engrave anything into the cover; he didn't know exactly what he wanted to do with the cover at the time, so he just left it as it was.

He spent a lot of time drawing the various illustrations in his grimoire and writing the texts in a beautiful script. He chose to write his grimoire in Bulgarian, not only so that many witches wouldn't be able to read it, but also because he likes Bulgarian and feels closer to his ancestors.

On the first three pages, he wrote about his ritual, what exactly is needed for it, the spell, the tools, as well as his experiences with the ritual and what exactly happened. He tried to write down everything important and also to draw many illustrations for the ritual, such as how the pentagram should look and where the candles should go. He even wrote down the ritual he modified and performed on the comet on the next pages. He didn't exactly have much in his grimoire, but it was a start, and he was happy with it.

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He was rereading the first page when his door opened. He quickly closed his grimoire and placed it on his bed.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" Damon walked into his room and made an impressed expression on his face when he saw Adam's room. "I'm impressed; you have a pure witch's paradise here." He looked at the many artifacts in Adam's display case. "I wanted to check on you. I heard you were in the hospital.'' Adam laid back down on his bed. "I'm better; it wasn't too bad."

Damon just pulled a book off his shelf and looked at it. "Does Elena know you're a witch?" Adam just made a face. "Why would she know that?" He would never tell her that. "She found out that me and Stefan are vampires; she might find out about you too." Adam just looked at him, confused. "Are you warning me?" Damon made a face. "No, I just wanted to tell you that." Adam said nothing and watched Damon leave his room.

What was that?

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Only after a few days did he get ready for school again. His excuse had expired, and now he had to go to school. He would rather stay at home and practice more spells, but he couldn't. He had been very productive in the last few days and had learned many new dark spells or collected ideas for new spells and rituals.

He unfortunately didn't have the time right now to try them out, but he hopes that he will get the time in the next couple of days. He got ready for his first day back at school and walked downstairs to the kitchen when he was done to eat something. What he wasn't expecting was that Jenna wasn't the only person in the kitchen.

"John," uncle and father at the same time, sat on a stool in the kitchen. ''What are you doing here?''

He never really liked John; nobody really liked John. "I thought I could visit you; I hadn't seen you for a long time.'' John just laughed at him.

If he thinks he could mess around with him, he should get a reality check; he's never come to visit them just like that. "It's great; you can spend more time like you used to." Sometimes Jenna can't read a room; she's always the optimist. "Exactly like before," said Adam. ''

His stupid grin only got bigger. Adam grimaced at this, which, like before, could only mean something bad. "I have to go, Adam. Make sure you're not late for school."' Adam said nothing as Jenna left the kitchen, and she left him alone with John.

,, Is Isobel here?'' John's grin fell from his face when he heard the name. "She's around." So his mother's here too; it's a family reunion. "So you're here for Elena." Adam now had a smirk on his face.

"Or maybe for Jeremy, you and dad never got to finish your experiment with him." Adam could see John getting stiff. "I'm not here for Jeremy; you know full well I have to protect Elena from Isobel." John looked stressed, even worried that was something new.

"Poor Elena, she always needs your protection but still hates you." He made fun of John and was protective of his daughter, but that very daughter hated him. He deserved it.

"You know I didn't have to do this if you would help her.'' John has lost his mind. "I told you a few years ago, forget it; I'm not going to teach her how to use magic." Sometimes he couldn't believe that Elena had magic.

Okay, it's actually understandable that she has magic since she's also a traveler like him, but in all the years she's lived with him, she's never used it in any way, so you'd think she has no magic.

He had repeatedly put her in situations that were really dangerous a few years ago to see if her magic would react and save her, but no, it never showed up. It looks like they couldn't both have a talent for magic. John had an angry expression on his face. Adam didn't want to continue the conversation; it was over for him, so he walked out of the kitchen.

As far as John was concerned, the conversation wasn't over yet. "And why not? Because she can't, or because you're afraid she'll take that away from you too?"

Now Adam got angry and turned back to John. "I'd be careful what you say. I can do things to you that the ring on your finger can't protect you from."

John didn't show that the threat scared him, but Adam could see it in his eyes; he was scared because he knew exactly what he could do to him and he couldn't do anything about it. Adam turned around and walked to the door; he wasn't hungry anymore.

~~~

They got a new teacher while he was gone. Mr. Tanner had died, and so had Vicki Donovan, and he hadn't even realized it, but he couldn't help it; he had better things to do.

There was another idiotic party at the Lockwoods' house today, but he won't show up this time; he never understood why they always had to celebrate so many parties, and he certainly would never understand it.

The only thing that bothered him the whole day was what Damon said to him. Elena knew about Stefan and Damon; it was only a matter of time before she would find out about him. It's not that difficult; he didn't even really hide it. The only thing he was wondering was if Jeremy knew.

Jeremy is smarter than he looks, and it wouldn't take him long to find out. Knowing Elena though, she would do something stupid and convince Damon or Stefan to make Jeremy forget it, he just hoped she wouldn't do something so stupid.

~~~

It was getting dark when he got home. He was alone; everyone else had gone to the party. He had previously taken a short walk through the forest to get some fresh air and only then went home.

He was going to the kitchen to get something to eat; he was hungry because he hadn't eaten that morning, and so he was about to get something to eat when something strange happened.

He was just picking up an apple when he heard it. "Fifty-Two" was quiet; he heard it in his head, and he only heard it once. He got a fright when he heard it, and he dropped the apple on the ground. He looked around, but he was alone. But that couldn't be; he knew he wasn't imagining it.

"namerete nevidimiya'' Even the spell that should show you if someone is nearby and where didn't recognize anyone nearby. His stomach was growling loudly; he was still hungry, so he grabbed the apple that was lying on the ground again.

When he had it in his hands again, he heard it again. "Fifty-two." This time the voice was louder in his head; he certainly wasn't imagining it. ''What?'' He was confused—why was he hearing numbers? "I only had the apple..." He stared at the apple. ,,Can it be?''

He put it back on the table and took it in his hand again, and in fact, he heard the voice louder in his head again. "Fifty-Two" He quickly let go of the apple. He couldn't explain it. He left the apple on the table and reached for a banana, but as he touched it, she heard the voice again, but this time it said something different.

"Eighty-nine" He dropped the banana too. ''I'm losing my mind.'' He reached for other fruit, but it was no use; he heard the voice over and over again. ,,sixty-one'',,fifty-seven'',,fifty'' No matter what he touched to eat, he heard the voice, and it became clearer each time.

''I'm definitely losing my mind. Why am I hearing numbers?" And then it occurred to him what all these things have in common. He took out his cell phone and looked for the different fruits, and there it was. "I'm a fucking human calorie counter!"

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In all his grimoires and books, he found nothing about it, no text about the ability. Nothing. He doesn't even know why he is suddenly able to do that; such abilities don't just appear out of nowhere. It all made no sense.

But he couldn't do anything about it; while he was searching, he repeatedly picked up an apple to see if something else would happen, but nothing did. After a while, the voice didn't even change anymore; it just stayed the same. The only thing he could do now was live with it; there was nothing he could do about it. Who knows, maybe someday it'll disappear again.

~~~

He was in the process of putting his grimoires back when he heard the outside door open. He thought it was Elena since he heard the door of her room being opened, but when he looked out his door, he saw Jeremy in Elena's room with her journal in his hand.

Jeremy was so focused on the journal that he didn't even hear Adam close the door to his room again. He didn't care what Jeremy did with Elena's diary; it's not his; it's Elena who just leaves it lying around for everyone to read.

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School really is a nightmare. Sitting around, listening to a teacher who doesn't want to be there anyway and not learning anything. Luckily today is the last day he has to endure, for a while. He was planning to travel in the next few days, so he won't go to school.

He was just on his way to the secretariat to tell them, that he would not be in school for the next two weeks. Normally the school would never allow that, let alone accept it, but he already knew what he would do about it. He's not a witch for nothing.

He was just opening the door of the secretary's office when the school secretary looked at him. They were alone in the room, so he quickly closed the door behind him and turned to face her. Before she could even open her mouth to ask what he was doing, he stood before her. He quickly chanted "umŭt ti e moĭ" and blew in her face. He had invented the spell, well, halfway, he had been heavily inspired by the Traveler's spell. He doesn't take over her completely, he only takes over part of her mind, giving her instructions that she then follows.

''You're going to sign me off for the next two weeks.'' He didn't really think he'd be gone for two weeks, but better plan longer in case something happens along the way. "If anyone asks where I am, they say I'm away fo a competition for school." The only people who might ask where he is, are Jenna and Grams and they know that every once in a while he just disappears and they then usually just ask how long he'll be away.

"If someone asks more questions, make excuses for why you can't continue the conversation and then avoid that person.'' That should actually be enough. He was about to turn and walk out the door when something came to mind. "And change my French grade to the best grade, just because the teacher doesn't like me doesn't mean I should get a lower grade for it.'' He was just at the door when he gave her the last command. ,,Forget that we ever had this conversation'' He only heard her typing on her computer as he left the secretariat, now he could finally concentrate on the essential parts.

~~~

He was just about to pack up his last things and his personal grimoire when the front doorbell rang. He already knew who was at the door before the doorbell even rang, he could feel them for a long time. Which is why he wasn't surprised when Bonnie Bennett was standing in front of him when he opened the front door. To be honest he thought she would come to him earlier to ask him questions, but he didn't really know her that well.

,,Bonnie what a surprise, come in.'' He had a smile on his face, he didn't have to chase her off directly, it could still an exciting conversation. "Hi Adam." She smiled at him too and stepped into the house as he opened the door wider.

Adam closed the door behind her and made his way to the kitchen while she followed him. ,,What are you doing here? Are you looking for Elena? If so, I have to disappoint you, she's not here. Tea?'' Bonnie declined the tea and sat down on a chair in the kitchen. "I'm not here for Elena. I was looking for you.'' She sounded unsure what Adam heard directly, if he were a better person he would have spared her, but since he is not, he let her suffer a bit and played confused.

,,Really? Why?'' She couldn't sit still, she was playing with her fingers and she couldn't look him in the eye. "I know what you are." She still couldn't meet his eyes. "Oh, and what am I?" He thought it was funny to see her so nervous. "You're a witch, just like me." Now she was staring straight into his eyes.

''How did you find out?'' He could guess where she knew from, but he still wanted to hear it from her. "Grams had told me, well not really, she just said that you, me and she are very similar, which is why I've come to the conclusion that you're a witch too." Adam put his tea on the table, it was already cold.

"What would you have done if I wasn't a witch?" She said nothing. He just shook his head. "You have a lot to learn if you want to be a witch, you never say you're a witch to people you don't know if they know about the supernatural. We witches have been persecuted by the common people for centuries, they fear us for what we can, hate us for what we have and they don't, and mostly burned us alive because of it. Here in Mystic Falls we're not safe either, because it's only been 100 years since 100 witches were executed and burned here.'' Bonnie gave him a startled look. "A hundred witches? Here in Mystic Falls?'' Adam just let out a humorless laugh.

"That's nothing what they did to us witches. Being a witch isn't just about having magic, it's living in fear someone will spot you, because even now witch burnings happen, they just got better at hiding them." Bonnie still had a horrified look on her face , but it turned into a determined one. "That's why I'm here, I don't know about being a witch, I need help from someone who knows, which is why I wanted to ask you if you could help me." She looked so expectant, he was almost sorry to refuse her, okay that was a lie he wasn't really sorry.

,,Unfortunately, I can not help you.'' He tried to sound apologetic, but he doesn't think he really managed it. ,,And why not? What speaks against it?'' He didn't want her in the house anymore, she started to annoy him. "I can't because I'm not allowed to. I'm not in your coven and you have surviving relatives who can teach you witchcraft, so you must learn it from them.'' She didn't look pleased at his answer. ''Look did you even ask Grams?'' She just shook her head. "No, not really, I thought..." she looked out the window and sighed. ,,Never mind.'' She sat up from the chair and walkedout of the kitchen. He just watched her go until she closed the front door behind her. "How rude, she doesn't even say bye."

He took an apple from a bowl. "Fifty-two"

"Oh shut up."

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He had been in the car for a few hours, it was already afternoon, he left in the morning. He still had a few hours of driving ahead of him, he wanted to arrive early in the evening, which is why he has only stopped once so far. He had therefore packed snacks and drinks before he drove off , that he doesn't have to buy things while driving. Jenna had called him a few hours ago to ask where he was and he had told her he would be away for the next two weeks so she wouldn't be seeing him. As always, she hadn't said anything about it, just that he should take care of himself. Elena and Jeremy most likely didn't even notice he wasn't there.

The trip was very spontaneous. He had heard about a witch who had just moved to Washington DC two days ago. She is an older witch who is supposed to be familiar with runes, according to information she should know the most complex runes, which is why he hopes to speak her. He wanted to ask her about the runes on his hands, no matter what grimoire about runes he looked into he couldn't find anything about the runes on his hands, so he was hoping maybe she could tell him what they meant. He had to approach this with caution though, as according to the information he has, she hadn't moved to Washington alone but with her coven, so he couldn't just force her to tell him the information. He had therefore brought along some of his artifacts that she might accept in exchange.

It was evening when he finally arrived in Washington, having reserved a room in a hotel in advance. It was a nice hotel, pleasantly not the cheapest but not the most expensive either. He was quite tired when he arrived, so he quickly parked his car, picked up his belongings and got his key from the reception. When he entered his room, he closed the door behind him, quickly changed his clothes and went to bed, having driven for more than ten hours in the car had made him tired.

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The next day he went to search. He was told they had a small antiques shop a bit out of town and he would most likely find them there, but unfortunately he was only told which way the shop was and not where exactly, so he had to find the shop himself. He didn't think it was that bad, it had been a long time since he had been in Washington and so he was able to enjoy the city a bit.

Only after about three hours and two coffees did he find it. It was a small shop, with a small sign, and it was down a back alley. The whole place radiated magic and he knew that it was the place. As he entered he saw two people in the shop, a young woman who was cleaning a vase and a very elderly lady who turned to face him as he entered.

She just looked at him and said something he had heard before.

''Moahvas''

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"Not the kind of welcome I expected." This was the second time he's heard that word and he still doesn't know what it means.

Mrs. Wilson was an elderly lady, long in the tooth, with extremly gray hair, a lot of wrinkles on her face, and she walked stooped. He wasn't fooled by her looks though, he could feel how spowerful her magic was, much more potent than the younger woman's magic.

He put his most appealing smile on his face, he had to come across as good-natured. ,,You must be Mrs. Wilson, I've heard a lot about you and I was looking forward meeting you.'' He held out his hand to her with a beam and she just very tenderly took his right hand and let it fall again a moment later. He's been wearing gloves for the past few days as he didn't want anyone to see his runes, which is why Mrs. Wilson couldn't see his runes yet.

"Mr. Gilbert nice to meet you, I've been expecting you and have heard a lot about you.'' She had a cordial smile on her face, reminding him of a grandma who used to live in his neighborhood and always handed out freshly baked cookies to the children of the neighborhood. "Really, you've heard from me, hopefully only good things." The beaming was starting to hurt his face. ''Only good things, come on, come on, I've got tea ready in the back.'' She didn't even wait for his reply and walked to the back, he had no choice but to follow her to the back.

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The back part of the store didn't look any better than the front one, there were objects lying around everywhere and the whole room was stuffed with old-fashioned furniture. The room smelled like rotten potatoes and the only place to sit was a shabby and rancid armchair with cat hair on it. He didn't want to sit down, he had put on his black coat, which he was charged for an exorbitant amount of money, and he didn't want it to be covered in cat hair, at the end he sat down anyway he certainly didn't want to stand the whole time.
After a few minutes she sat down in front of him on a chair that still had various sheets on it, but she ignored them and just sat on it. ,,Mrs. Wilson, I'm here for a very specific reason, a little birdie told me that you specify in runes and I need your expertise on something.''

He took off his black gloves and showed her the backs of his hands. Seeing the backs of his hands and his runes, she placed her tea on the small table beside her and studied the runes. She had a very fascinated expression on her face. ''Amazing... I had never seen anything like that.'' That didn't sound good. "Can't you tell me what they mean?" If she doesn't know, then he doesn't know what to do since she's the only one around who knows about runes and he hadn't found anything in books either. ,,Yes, yes, I know what they mean.'' Adam's eyebrow twitched, this woman. "It's just that I'd never actually seen it, I'd only heard of it before. I have to say not many witches would dare to do something like that and get out alive.''

Adam looked at her questioningly. "Are you telling me that other witches did the same thing as me?" And he thought he was the only one who could have done something like that. "Yes and no." She was still looking at the runes. "You have to understand, these aren't runes that a witch just gets, they're very special runes." She traced the rune on the back of his right hand with a finger. ,,These runes are given to a witch after a ritual she had created but only very rarely, they show the two talents of the witch, every witch is better in certain areas of magic than in others, she has so-called talents and these talents are represented by runes on the body of the witch. It is a certain milestone of a witch, for many these runes are proof that a witch will achieve great things''

Now Adam had an intrigued expression on his face, he always knew he had a talent for black magic but he never knew he had talent in other areas as well. "And what do the runes mean?" She took his right hand in hers and pressed her finger on the rune. "This one is easy to understand, it means future or seeing, you have the inner eye, you have a talent for seeing behind the veil." Adam was amazed, of all things he had not thought he had a talent for sight. He also wondered why he had never noticed that, when he was younger he had tried many spells to show the future but none of them ever worked, he thought he was a failure at reading the future.

She didn't take his left hand in hers, she just looked at it with an unreadable look. "This one is different, I've never seen a rune like this in this format." That didn't sound good. "So you can't tell me what it means." She still had that weird look on her face. "The art of runes is that you can read them even if you've never seen them before, every single line in a rune has a meaning, if you put all those meanings together you get the whole picture and that's how you get the Finish the meaning of the rune.'' She paused and looked into his face. ,,The rune is deeply at home in dark magic, I can see many lines that have to do with blood magic and soul magic, but in this arrangement it means something very special''

,,Necromancy''

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He couldn't believe his ears, necromancy, he didn't even know that this kind of magic really existed. "But I thought necromancy doesn't exist, there was never any evidence that a witch had ever actually used necromancy, which is why everyone says it doesn't exist." She gave a small laugh. "That's what people thought of many kinds of magic, until someone managed to make themselve immortal or imprison everything supernatural in some sort of after-life prison. It used to be thought that none of this was possible, but now we are here and some witches have managed to do just that. Nothing is impossible, we are witches for us there are no limits.'' She picked up her tea again and started to drink it again, although it was already cold.

"When you walked into my store, I said something to you." Adam could remember that, he had wanted to ask her about it anyway. "You said Moahvas to me. What does that mean, no matter where I looked I found nothing about it.''

"You wouldn't find it anywhere, because it comes from a very specific language that isn't spoken anymore, because it was cursed." Adam's attention was completely focused on her, it's not every day you hear about a cursed language.

"It is said that thousands of years ago a witch lived in isolation in a village. She was the only one in the village who possessed magic, which is why the village feared her. Although no one in the village really liked her, she used her magic to help the villagers.

One day, the village was attacked by a monster, destroying houses, injuring and killing the villagers. She couldn't just watch her village being slaughtered, so she tried to drive the monster away with her magic, but she was too weak, she didn't have enough magic and her magic couldn't do anything against the monster.

She became angry, filled with hatred and wanted more and more revenge on the monster. Her magic changed with her, changed with her hatred, but it was stronger than her normal magic. Her spells changed with her magic, they were in a language she didn't know but she ignored this, filled with hatred she attacked the monster with her new magic and spells and killed it.

When she managed to kill the monster and regained her senses, she was startled because she couldn't recognize her own magic anymore. In grief, she slit her throat and used her death for the last spell she would ever cast. With her death she cursed the magic as well as the language in the hope that no witch would ever use this magic again and so the first dark witch died.''

When she finished the story there was silence, she didn't say anything just looked at a painting hanging on the wall. Adam didn't say anything at first either, he had to process what he heard first. "What is this language called and what does Moahvas mean in this language?" He must know. She just sighed. "It's called the Black Speech and no witch can really speak it anymore. The only word that many know is Moahvas.'' Adam listened to her intently. ''And what does it mean?''

"It's a witch's title, it means mother." She paused. "To get this title, a witch must find and bring something new of dark magic into the world. There have only been two witches who have held that title and you are the third.'' He just looked at her questioningly. "But I haven't created anything new in dark magic, why do I have this title then." She looked at the rune on the back of his left hand. ,,You brought something new into the world and opened the door to a realm in magic''

''You became the first necromancer.''

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It was already late in the afternoon. He was walking back to his hotel room. Nothing really happened after she explained why she called him Moahvas. She only gave him two books on the inner eye and had sent him on his way. He had given her two of the amulets he had with him that she wanted, as they were of no value to him, which is why he gave them to her.

The only thing he can do for the next few days is explore the city and read his new books. Maybe he shouldn't have signed out of school for two weeks. Ahh, he doesn't really care, he can now focus more on the essential things. Namely on how to read the future.

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When he finally got back to his hotel room after an eternity, he changed his clothes and went to bed with the two books as well as his grimoire he had brought with him, he wanted to make one more entry about the one spell he was creating had and used on the secretary at his school.

The two books he'd been given didn't look particularly special, they were both leather bound and both had the numbers one or two engraved small on the top left. He laid the book with the two engraved on its side for now and opened the other book. It was written in English and it wasn't really old, in fact it looked quite new. As he flipped through the book he almost couldn't believe what was in it, these were notes from a seer in the UK who wrote down his life as a seer. Who would give up a book like that and give it to someone you don't even know. Not his problem, she gave him both books and I'm sure he'll take full advantage of them.

~~~

He had been reading for three hours and he was only halfway through the first book. There were many methods in the book to see the future, but he couldn't even use most of them because he still didn't know enough about them. But what caught his eye most were two pages that wrote about how a seer is not lost in the future.

Seeing the future is a very dangerous business, not because you get physical harmed, but because you can get lost in the future. It has often happened that a seer could not come out of the vision and was so trapped and then died in the end. However, the seer who owned the book had found a way of anchoring oneself in the present, namely with one's name.

Names are powerful in the world of magic, for example you can only curse someone if you know their full name, which is why many witches use false names when in covens.

But what he created was a spell that uses your name or surname to anchor you in the present. The special thing about it is that you can't just use a name, you have to use the name or surname of the oldest supernatural ancestor for the spell to work. The older the name, the stronger the anchor, since the name is the future's greater counterpart. At the end of the spell, the witch's name or surname changes, but the name is not recognized by the state, it is only recognized in witch circles, if a witch wants to change her name publicly, she has to do it herself.

So before he starts his training as a seer, he intends to perform the spell, he doesn't want to be stuck in a vision and then die from it, he's still young and still has a lot to do in his life. On the two pages it said exactly what you need for the spell and he was lucky because it wasn't much and he actually had everything with him. So he took out his bags and took out everything he needed: his ritual knife, a sheet of old paper and vervain.

He laid the paper down in front of him and sprinkled a bit of vervain the paper. On the paper should be written the names of one's ancestors at the end and the vervain is there to bring out the ancient names as vervain is a very ancient herb as it was used in magic thousands of years ago and is so deeply rooted in ancient magic.

,,I call upon the old magic, I offer you my blood to find out who I was.'' He cut his left palm with his ritual knife and allowed his blood to spill onto the leaf. "Take me back who I used to be and let me be one like before. Quis ego eram'' He could see the blood starting to move. ,,Quis ego eram, quis ego eram, quis ego eram'' The blood began to spread all over the sheet and he could already recognize some names. ,,Quis ego eram'' There was a name at the top of the page, he didn't recognize it but it was the oldest he had which is why he accepted it. "I used to have the name of Amara Drivas, let me accept it and give me the strength it gives." The name began to glow and the blood began to disappear more and more. ,,Hic est mihi et hoc erit mihi'' After he said the last words, all the magic that was building up in the room disappeared into the piece of paper in front of him.

The spell had worked as it should, for he had a whole family tree in front of him with his various ancestors, which was a sign that the spell was working. He had changed his name.

But the magic had affected him more than he thought, because he could feel how the connection to the comet was quite exhausted and he had almost no magic left in him, although the connection with the comet got bigger and bigger in the last few weeks and through that he had more magic available, he didn't have any at the moment. He couldn't do any more magic today, so he resupplied his ritual knife as well as the vervain that was left and took his grimoire in his lap.

It was the perfect time to finally write his new spell, documenting his ability to hear calories from different foods, as well as pin his family tree into his grimoire. He had chosen, like the Seer from the UK, to record and document his progress, so he went straight to work writing down the previous ritual that he had previously performed.

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Nothing really special happened in the next five days. All he did was explore the city and eat out at restaurants. But after two days he had had enough of the city, which is why he went outside less and less after that and concentrated more on his two new books. What he found was one thing. He sucks at future reading.

After five days he had seen nothing. At first he thought it was normal, it took time to learn, but no, it's not. In the first book he found an entry about the fact that seers usually have a lot of visions at the beginning of their training, but they cannot recognize them and with further training they can decode them more and more. But nothing with him. Not even a small vision.

He's tried almost all the simple ways and he can't directly use the more complicated and better ones because he has no idea how to see the future, so he started searching the internet for other ways of reading the future.

None worked until now, but he didn't lose hope, people without magic always have the most interesting ideas and maybe one will even work.

That's exactly why he was just before, in a cemetery, digging up finger bones. On some occult site he had read that one can read the future from finger bones, why exactly from finger bones he doesn't know but there was even an introduction on how to read the bones exactly which is why he wants to try it and see if it really works.

Getting into a graveyard wasn't exactly difficult, and he had charmed the guard to leave him alone with his control spell, so getting the bones was a breeze. Digging up graves is slowly becoming his hobby.

~~~

In front of him are seven finger bones on the hotel floor. He had just returned and wanted to try the technique immediately, he had no real idea that this would actually work, but there's no harm in trying, so he took the seven bones in his right hand and threw them on the floor.

Nothing happened. He picked up the bones again and threw them down in front of him again.

Again nothing. Again he couldn't see a picture in front of him. "All good things come in threes." He threw the bones back in front of him.

Again nothing. ,,WHY CAN'T I DO ANY OF THIS.'' Full of anger, he took the bones back in his hand and threw them on the floor.

Five of the seven bones fell back to the ground, but two of the bones did something he didn't expect.

They stood upright.

,,Are you kidding me?''

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He couldn't explain it. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't move the bones. Whenever he poked them with a pen, tried to move them with his hand, or even used a levitation charm, the two bones just didn't move. They were frozen on the spot.He didn't know what to do, he couldn't just leave them here. Someone would find them and then the police would be involved and he didn't want that at all.

~~~

He sat on the floor with his back to the bed and just stared at the bones. He'd been doing that for a few hours, but he hadn't really gotten anywhere. In his hand he had the other five bones and was playing with them. He was frustrated, he was a genius at magic, but he still couldn't figure it out.

It drove him crazy. Paranoid. Nervous. Was someone playing a trick on him? No, he'd already checked to see if anyone was around, and the only people near him were, the cleaning lady, and two married men who went at it like rabbits. He really always chose the best hotels. Shit.

~~~

He hadn't really slept. He had large and dark circles under his eyes and his whole face was pale. Even siphoning magic hadn't helped him much, he still wasn't filling up well.

"Why?" he wondered. ,,W...why are you standing like that?'' His voice sounded awful, like rubbing sandpaper together. He couldn't anymore. He was so exhausted. "You fucking dumm BONES!" He threw the five bones he still had in his hand onto the floor. Tears streamed down his face and he started to whimper. He slammed his hands on the ground and started wriggling his body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" He started yelling and pounding his hands on the floor even harder.

However, he stopped as soon as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. There were no longer two bones standing, but three. ''How?'' he quickly crawled the bones and picked up the rest of the bones that were still on the floor. He stared at the third bone and then looked at the bones in his hand. "Could it be?" he wondered. He stood questioningly, took a step back and threw the bones on the floor and to his surprise something happened. Two of the bones remained standing.

,,Ha, I knew it'' He quickly grabbed the remaining bones and threw them on the floor until all seven cooks were standing. "Hmm, what now?" The bones were arranged in a circle, but nothing actually happen. "Okay, something's missing." He put his hand in the center of the circle and poured some magic into the ground. The bones began to tremble, but what amazed him more were the markings that looked like circles that appeared on the floor. The circles glowed a little blue, but you could hardly see them and they disappeared as quickly as they came.

"Why?" He tried again but the lines disappeared again after a few seconds. ''Something's missing'' very likely that's why the lines keep disappearing. ,,I'm too tired for that.'' Before he even tries to solve this problem, he is going to sleep first, he would definitely feel better after sleeping.

~~~

He had gotten right back to work after his extremely long sleep. It's been five days since he's been trying to make the blue lines stable and a lot has happened in those five days. First of all, this is the most complicated spell or ritual he has ever attempted, no other spell or ritual comes close to that level. His whole room was cluttered with sheets of notes and his ideas for the spell and he still wasn't done with it. He didn't even know how many different things he had tried and how many injuries he had to suffer because the spell didn't work. From cuts to fractures to burns he had to endure. However, he got extremely far, he found out how to remove the bones from the floor and his attempt to learn runes in the last few weeks has paid off. He was able to add many types of runes to the circle, which together form a big picture and complement the bone circle extremely well and brought stability to it, he also added a few other ingredients and plants, as well as his blood candles, which luckily he had with him.

He was just missing something and he already knows exactly what it is. Nothing can stop him now.

~~~

He was sitting on a bar stool in a rather small bar. With his rather revealing clothes he drew a lot of looks, but he only had eyes on one person. He was about 6'0 ft tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, a sharp chin and a good body. He was exactly what he needed.

He had noticed Adam too and was giving him very flirtatious looks. Adam looked back at him with lust and left the bar after a while. The game between cat and mouse began.

~~~

Adam could always see him behind him. No matter where he went, the man ran after him. He kept throwing flirtatious glances back to encourage him to follow him, and it worked smoothly. He didn't even realize he was following Adam to the graveyard until it was too late.Adam waited for him to come to him so they were standing face to face. Adam didn't even know the other man's name, but he didn't really care.

"Hello darling" he had a smirk on his face and he let his eyes travel over Adam's body. "I caught you." Adam just smiled at him. Which made the man look at him even more lustfully.

The cemetery was empty, not a soul except the two of them, far and wide. The fog that surrounded them was getting denser, but he didn't notice that, he only had eyes for Adam.

"Thank you," Adam said quietly, but he could hear it well because everything was quiet around them. "For what?" he asked with a lustful look.

''For this''

Before the man could even react, Adam took out his ritual knife and slashed the man's throat. Blood spurted out unimpeded. The man just looked at him with wide eyes, got down on his knees and tried to stop the blood with his hands, but it didn't help.

Adam just stared at him. The way the blood ran out of his throat and the blood pooled on the floor.

"Zryal mlad i silen, davam ti tova. Zhivot, krŭv i smŭrt, tova ochakvam'' Adam began to cast a spell. He had actually prepared another one, but he had the urge to speak to this one, so he did it.

''Pozvolete mi da vidya krasotata vi i da pogledna'' The words flowed out of his mouth and he couldn't stop.

The man, although he has been losing blood for a long time, looked at him in shock. He probably just realized what kind of situation he was in and when he looked down and saw the circle of bones around him, his eyes just got bigger. Adam had previously brought all the items for the ritual here, prepared the ritual and spent hours drawing runes in the ground with his ritual knife, but it had been worth it, he now had a perfect ritual circle.

,,Dushite, dukhovete i magiyata tryabva da sa otvoreni za men i tryabva da moga da gi gledam s tsyalata im slava'' As in the hotel room, the blue luminous lines appeared, but this time they were stronger. Adam could feel black magic filling the area around the two and surrounding them. The man could most likely feel it too, although he most likely didn't know what it was, but he could still sense the darkness around him.

,, pozvolete mi da te vidya i da se izdigna v silata si'' The man's blood began to stir and started to mingle with the blue luminous lines. The blue color changed and became a blood red. The runes also started to glow in red color and so their whole surrounding was drenched in red color.

,,Zashtoto imam nuzhda ot teb, kakto i ti ot men i az ni obedinyavam'' The magic that surrounded them grew more and more and more and more dark. It worried Adam a bit, the witches from town could most likely sense the dark magic as there is so much in one place. He has to leave quickly afterwards.

,,neka vidya kakvo tryabva da vidya'' The dark magic completely enveloped him. He could hardly see. It was black everywhere, but what he could just make out in front of him was a door. It was big and made of some kind of metal. On its surface he could see various characters he couldn't read, as well as figures he didn't recognize. But what caught his attention was something else.

It was actually a crack.

There was a crack in the middle of the door, like someone had tried to split the door open. The only thing he could see through the crack was a red light, but before he could get another look, he was back in the graveyard.

His eyes widened, not just because of what he had just seen, but because of something else.

Because he saw more.

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Colors, colors were everywhere. Green, blue, red, yellow and so much black. They were everywhere. They floated around and let themselves be carried by the cool wind. It was wonderful. You couldn't describe it. Simply stunning.

Words failed him. Little did he know the ritual would have such an effect. He just wanted to improve his future reading skills, but that's a thousand times better. to see magic.

What a dream.

He could feel the magic flowing, like he could pull it right out of thin air.

Simply stunning.

He could even see the runes he used for the ritual on the ground, but he saw more and more of the ritual's magic flowing into the ground and gathering there.

But there was something else. Something in him. Something had changed.

He could feel it.

Magic, cold, so incredibly cold. Full of darkness, no light anywhere. In him.
Another thread. Larger than that of the star ritual, more powerful and full of hunger.

He could feel it pulsing inside him, mixing with the rest of the magic in his body's magic and forming a harmony he had never seen before.

But it was hungry. hungry for a soul.

And that was perfect, because there was one in front of him.

It hovered in front of him, of the man he'd cut his throat and watched die.

It was round, white with a few patches of green, and pulsed with a strange rhythm.
He could feel her, the power it had. He wanted it.

He raised his right hand. The magic in the area started moving faster.

He siphoned.

His right hand began to glow blue and the soul was slowly drawn into his body. However, that wasn't the only thing he absorbed.

The plants around him started to wither and he could feel the magic of the plants as well as the magic in the air entering his body. It was overwhelmed.

His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. It felt incredible, he never wanted it to end. He could feel the two threads growing, absorbing the magic he had absorbed, becoming stronger and stronger. He didn't know how long this process took, but after a while he could feel it was over.

The two strands had grown massively and more magic was flowing through his body than he ever had. A small grin formed on his face. He could think of hundreds of ways he could use this ability and couldn't wait to try them, but first he has to get out of the graveyard, because he doesn't want to be there when the other witches come to see what's going on has happened.

~~~

It took him about as long to get home as it did to drive to Washington, in the meantime he's continued to write his grimoire and even jotted down spelling ideas he might try to create, most of which aren't exactly for ethnic good use, but what doesn't interest him, he's not a saint.

He was watering his plants in his garden when he heard someone approaching.

"Hello Damon"

"Adam, there you are again, I missed you." Adam didn't even bother to turn around and just kept watering his plants.

"What do you want from me now?"

"Why do you think I need something from you, I just missed you, you just disappeared all of a sudden." Adam just rolled his eyes.

,,I don't have time for your games, Damon'' Damon walked after him while he took care of his watering can.

"Really, I don't need anything from you, I just want to invite you to a dinner party."

Adam sighed, "And why should I care?"

''There will be someone very special.''

Now Adam finally turned to Damon. ,,And who?''

,,An original''

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''This is a bad idea.''

Alaric looked worried. He thought the plan was doomed to fail.

‚,There's no such thing as a bad idea. Just poorly executed awesome ones. Here.'' Damon handed him a glass of scotch.

,,No. I don't like the idea of Elijah being in the same house with Jenna.'' No way in hell would he allow that.

,,Jenna's perfectly safe. Besides, it's just a fact-finding mission and I even have a backup plan.''

,,Which is?'' Right at that moment the doorbell rang. Damon said nothing, just walked to the front door to open the door, while Alaric followed him.

,,Damon who is it?''

Damon opened the door and there he stood.

Adam was wearing a white silk shirt which was loose on the front but had a large hole in the back so you could see his back and shoulders, combined with a loose black skirt which reached above his knees and high black boot with heels. On his neck he had a small diamond necklace, and he was wearing long diamond earrings.

,,Hello boys."

~~~

Damon moved out of the way so that Adam could come in.

You could hear the clicking of his heels while he walked to the library with Damon and Alaric hot on his heels.

,,This is your backup plan?'' asked Alaric as Adam poured himself a glass of scotch.

,,More of a distraction/backup plan.'' said Damon while Adam sat down on the couch.

Alaric just looked at Damon confused.

,,Come on, Elijah couldn't possibly resist him, I'm pretty sure he has something for pretty things and if everything spirals out of control, he is here to fix everything." Damon explained to Alaric.

,,I'm not flex tape, Damon, I won't fix your mess for you. I'm only here for entertainment'', said Adam.

,,What could he possibly do?'' But before he got an answer, Andie walked in.

,,Hey, Jenna needs help with the wine.'' Damon just looked at Alaric and patted his arm reassuringly. With a sigh Alaric followed Andie to the kitchen.

Damon waited until he was sure that Alaric was gone before he walked over to a small trunk and opened it. He pulled out a silver dagger with white oak ash from inside.

,,How did you of all people get that?''

Adam was intrigued. He never saw one of the legendary silver daggers before, but he always wanted to see what kind of spells where on them.

,,Well let's just say, your father felt like Santa Claus.''

~~~

As Damon and Adam walked out of the library into the to front hall, they were greeted by a unwelcoming sight.

,,John. Surprise. Leave.'' Damon looked at John completely annoyed.

,,When Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party for Elijah, I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun an games."'

At that moment Alaric walked in."There aren't going to be any games tonight, John. It's just a friendly dinner part.''

"You guys are boring me. I hope for you the dinner party will be more interesting, before I rip my ears off'', said Adam looking bored.

All four turned to the front door as it rang.

"Well, the devil is here. We shouldn't let him wait.''

~~~

When Adam opened the door, he saw a very good-looking guy standing there. Perfectly styled hair, with a sharp face and in a suit, he wasn't bad to look at.

Adam wasn't the only one checking the other out, Elijah was also letting his eyes wander over Adam.

,,Hello, we haven't met, I'm Adam'', said Adam with a flirtish smile.

Elijah gave him a perfect smile back. "Hello, pleasure to meet you. The name is Elijah.''

He took Adam's right hand and kissed the back of it.

,,You're probably here for the dinner party. Come on in, the others are already here.''

Adam opened the door wider and moved out of the to let him in. He closed the door after him and walked to the living room with Elijah walking right behind him. He could feel him starring at the part of his back which was exposed and at his skirt, being a distraction was kind of easy.

As they where almost in the living room Elijah saw Jenna and walked up to her.

,,Jenna. Wonderful to see you again. How are you?''

She gave him a friendly smile. ,,Nice to see you.''

Elijah let his eyes roam over Jenna. ''You look incredible.''

,,Thank you.''

~~~

Damon, Andie, Elijah, Adam, John, Jenna, and Alaric all sat around the table. Jenna was pouring some wine when Adam started the conversation.

,,Elijah, I've heard you were visiting a massacre sight, where witches were round up and burned at the stake.''

Elijah took a sip from his wine. ,,Well, the lore says there was this anti-witch hysteria and that the result of that was that witches were tied to the stakes and burned together. Such pieces of history always fascinated me, and I find It a pleasure to visit such places and learn about their importance.''

,,Witches, really? These people really thought they existed and burned them?'', piped Andie in from the side.

,,Well people from that time believed in a lot of folklore, so it's possible that they really believed that they existed'', explained Elijah.

,,And what do you think?''

Elijah looked at Adam. ,,What do you mean?''

,,Do you think they existed or still exist?'' Adam was starring Elijah right in the eyes. You could probably cut through the tension with a knife.

Before he gave an answer Damon chimed in. ,,Would anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle that I've been saving for ages.'' That broke the tension between them and they both glanced away.

~~~

,,So, let me guess. In addition to the moonstone, the doppelgänger, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, you need to find this witch burial ground'', said Damon while he was pouring drinks for the men.

,,Because I feel as though we've grown so close, Damon, I'll tell you yes. Do you know where it is?''

,,Maybe. Tell me why it's so important'', Damon asked him while handing him a glass of scotch.

,,We're not that close.''

Adam was only listening to there conversation with one ear. While they were talking, he itched closer where Damon hid the silver dagger and pulled it out.

,,It's a funny thing about books. Before they existed, people actually had memories.''

Alaric and Andie chose that moment to burst through the study doors.

,,Gentlemen, we forgot..'' Before Andie was able to finish the sentence, Adam walked behind Elijah and thrusted the silver dagger through his heart.

Grey lines started to form on his skin and he started to close his eyes. He fell over with a loud thud and everyone looked at Adam completely shocked except Damon.

,,This is why I asked him to be here.''

Adam only shook his head and gave Damon a quick smirk.

,,Now Damon, be a good boy and carry him to my car.'' Damon looked at him bewildered.

,,You want to take him with you?''

Adam just raised an eyebrow.

,,Do you want to take him or should I, when I'm better equipped to take him in than you.''

Damon just hummed. ,,Fair point, I guess I'll be your good boy.'' Damon shot him a wink and carried Elijah outside with Adam following behind him.

,,What just happened?''

~~~

Elijah woke up with a pounding headache. He knew he got daggered, he only needed to find out who daggered him, to teach them a lesson, nobody daggers him and gets away with it.

When he looked around, he could see that he was in some kind of basement, there was only a small window where sunlight was able to through. He couldn't move, the chains around him that bound him to some kind of stool prevented that and he wasn't able to break them, when he tried.

He was looking around, trying to find a way out when the heavy door right before him swung open and a figure emerged through it. He easily recognized the person who was standing in front of him, since there was only one person in this town that had such white hair.

Adam looked down at him and gave him a smile that send shiver down his spine.

,,We'll have so much fun together.''

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Adam walked in with the same thing he wore before, the only thing different was, that he wore a light grey duffle bag on his right shoulder, which was filled to the brim with things.

He had a grin on his face and was letting his eyes wander over Elijah's bound body.

,,I must say. You look dashing like that. All mine.''

Elijah said nothing but Adam was able to see the heat in his eyes.

,,What do you want?'', Elijah asked Adam while tugging on his chains.

Adam said nothing. He only placed his duffle bag and took out multiple books, pens, some vials, the silver dagger , and his grimoire. He could feel Elijah's stare where his skirt has ridden up on the back.

,,Well, like I said we'll have a lot of fun together'', said Adam while putting the silver dagger back in his bag.

,,This is a one time chance to understand how you originals work.''

Adam was watching the deep red almost black magic that was flowing through Elijah. Since the ritual he was able to find out a lot, about how Vampire's work.

Every human has a tiny bit of magic that is located in his heart and his brain, which has the color orange, while every Vampire has magic in him that is red. The older the Vampire, the deeper the red. While transitioning the tiny part of the magic in a human changes from orange to red but stays at the same place.

This is also the reason why you need to stake a Vampire or chop of the head to kill a Vampire, you do this to break the two connections the body has with the magic and if one of the connections is broken the Vampire dies. It is different with the magic of the originals. Since they have so much magic in their body, it flows through them and since they have so much in their body they don't die if the connections are broken.

What the silver dagger does, is stopping the flow of magic in their body, which makes them half dead but at the same time not. The reason why it doesn't work on the original hybrid is, that he not only has the magic of being a vampire in him but also the magic of being a werewolf which stops the silver dagger, from stopping the flow of magic in his body.

That was quite the observation Adam made, while Elijah was sleeping and through that he even was able to find out a bit, how the original witch created them.

He wrote everything he found out in his grimoire and even theorized the next steps, on how to create original vampires, but he needed more information, but he already had that covered to. If someone knows, how the original witch created the originals, then an original himself, which brings him to the situation right know.

~~~

After he placed everything down on the ground, he sauntered over to Elijah's bound body and plopped himself down on Elijah's lap facing him.

Elijah obviously didn't expect that since he tensed up a bit.

Adam pressed himself to Elijah's body, wiggled a bit on his lap, made himself comfortable and let his hand wander over Elijah's upper body. Elijah said nothing, only stared him in his eyes, but Adam was able to see how his eyes flickered down to his lips, to his bare upper legs which where exposed since the skirt rolled up and how he pressed his upper body into Adam's wandering hand.

,,You didn't need to bind me to a chair, to explore my body. I would have let you with pleasure.''

Adam gave him a seductive smile. ,,But I like seeing you bound. You being completely at my mercy''

Adam let his finger card through Elijah hair and even tug them a bit. Elijah gave a pleased hum while his eyes closed in pleasure, Adam grinding his body down on him.

Their faces were centimeters apart. They were able to feel the other's breath on their face and the looked at each other with almost closed eyelids.

Just as Elijah started to lean forward, Adam quickly placed his hands on either side of his face.

,,Otvori sŭznanieto si'' Elijah's eyes started to gloss over.

,,Pusni me vŭtre. Otvori sŭznanieto si'' Adam met no resistance, while going inside Elijah's head and through his memories.

,,pokani me'' He saw flashes of Elijah's memories. Him playing with his siblings, the death of his brother, him turning into a vampire, him going through his mother grimoire, reading her spells and of his life.

,,zashtoto ti si moĭ'' He had no chance against Adam, he was completely helpless. Adam not only went trough Elijah's memories, but also opened a backdoor in Elijah's mind as well as made a connection with it, so he can connect with it any time.

Adam let his hand fall onto Elijah's shoulders while the gloss faded away in Elijah's eyes.

Before Elijah was able to say anything, Adam pushed his lips against his.

Adam let the spell fall from the chains binding Elijah, which made it possible for Elijah to break the chains, wrap his hands around Adam's waist and press him against himself.

He was almost trying to devour Adam with his mouth but after a couple of minutes Adam pulled away.

They both had a disheveled appearance, but Adam was the only one with swollen lips since Elijah's healed already.

,,Like I said we will have a lot of fun together.''

~~~

The only sound you were able to hear was scribbling. Even though Elijah wasn't bound to the chair anymore he still sat on it while watching Adam draw and write in his grimoire.

Adam was so focused on the task that he didn't even realize that his tongue was sticking out at the corner of his mouth, which made Elijah smile a bit.

,,Finally finished.'' It took Adam longer than he thought to write everything down, but he was finally finished.

He took the mutable pages of paper with runes, pentagrams and words in different languages and laid them in front of himself and Elijah.

,,And if I can ask, why did you write my mothers immortality spell down?'' Elijah had a bemused smile on his face and was watching Adam.

,,So that I can see the whole spell together and understand it better.''

Adam was staring at the spell intensely and he must say he was impressed by the spell. The more he read the more he understood the spell, but still to create such a spell, you must be a really talented witch, which is why he didn't hesitate to give the original witch credit for it, since it is a spectacular and complex spell.

,,Even though, I am well informed about witchcraft, I still never understood it, the only thing I saw was lines.''

Adam hummed in response, while starring intensely on his drawings.

,,Lines..... ''

,,..Lines...''

,,LINES!'', shouted Adam while his eyes widened.

,,Ohhhh, Elijah that is the key.''

If he read correct, he could use this to his favor. His head was filled with ideas in which he could use the revelation, but one particular idea stood out.

If that worked, it would be the hardest spell he has ever done, but if it worked, it would change everything. The only thing which could pose a problem, was power, but he already had the perfect solution sitting right behind him.

A grin spread across his face, it was getting better and better.

With this he would be able to reach his goal.

~~~

They were in a bar, in the middle of nowhere. Bodies were scattered everywhere.

Adam was sitting on Elijah's lap while he was drinking blood from a man. It didn't take long for the man to die and then for Adam to absorb his soul and strength the magic in his body.

,,Absolutely delicious'', said Elijah while cleaning his mouth with a napkin with his other arm around Adam.

,,You should be in top shape'', said Adam while cleaning a splatter from Elijah's face he didn't see.

,,Not that I'm complaining darling, but why do I need to be in top shape?''

Adam smiled at him and took his face in his hand.

,,Because we are going to kill your brother together.''

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They were standing together in the apartment Elijah got himself for his stay in Mystic falls. It was a big two-story apartment, which while having a modern vibe, was filled with very antique and ancient furniture, fitting for Elijah.

Elijah was watching Adam take out the things they would need for the spell.

Adam was kneeling on the floor, while mixing different ingredients in his ritual bowl.

,,Come here, let's start.''

Elijah knelt in front of Adam while stretching his right hand out to Adam. Adam took his hand and quickly craved a rune with his ritual knife into his hand. Blood gushed out of the wound, but Elijah didn't even flinch at the pain, being so used to it.

After carving in the rune, Adam took Elijah's left hand and made a cut in it, to fill the bowl with Elijah's blood.  The blood started to mix itself with the other ingredients inside of the bowl and made a weird mix.

After that he placed the knife next to them and took Elijah's hand into his.

Looking into Elijah's eyes he started to chant.

,,otvarya mi se okoto'' The mixture in the bowl started to move.

,,Vizhdam dushata ti'' Black spots started to grow inside of Adam's vision and Elijah's face started to vanish.

,,Az upravlyavam uma ti''

~~~

He was standing in a different house. The room was decorated with stunning antique furniture and the walls were plastered with amazing pieces of art. The sun was shining through the small gap between the curtains giving the room a golden glow.

Right in front a window was standing a man. He had his back facing Adam, but Adam knew exactly who was standing in front of him. He slowly made his way towards him, continuing chanting the spell.

,,Az kontroliram zhivota ti'' He was now standing right behind him. He still didn't do anything, he just continued to gaze out of the window. Adam slowly raised his hands to touch his temple, while chanting.

,,chuĭ shepota mi'' Just as he was able to touch his temple, the man turned around quickly. He was looking around on guard, when he saw that he was alone, he got a confused expression on his face.

,,Chuĭ me'' Adam didn't let Klaus distract him with his behavior. He gently touched his face and placed his hands on both sides. Klaus eyes started to fog up and he got a dazed expression on his face.

,,i se ostavete da bŭdete vodeni'' When he was finished, Adam dropped his hands and watched the fog clearing up from his eyes.

Black spots were starting to form again in Adams eyes, but just before his vision got completely black, he saw Klaus confused expression.

~~~

It was a couple of days after the spell. He was in his room drawing and writing in his grimoire. It was the only thing he has done in the couple of days, as well as watching his plan flourish and preparing for his next steps.

Two days ago Damon texted him, that he should watch out for Klaus, since he revealed himself in some kind of party, while possessing Alaric. His suggesting spell worked perfectly, since Klaus was doing exactly as he wanted him to.

Bonnie also died, while trying to kill Klaus. He couldn't understand why she would think that a baby witch like her could stop him, but at least she tried.

The only thing he now needed to do was for Klaus to break his curse and then he could complete his plan perfectly and require something he always wanted.

Power.

~~~

Adam was sitting in the kitchen, eating cereal when Damon stormed in.

,,Klaus has Jenna.''

,,What?'' Adam placed down the bowl and stood up. ,,What do you mean he has Jenna?''

Damon looked conflicted, like he was thinking about if he should really tell Adam the full story.

,,Klaus is breaking the curse tonight, he took Jenna to punish Elena for trying to hinder him.''

Adam didn't even listen to the whole sentence, he immediately rushed upstairs to grab what he needed. It took him only a minute and when he came down Damon was already waiting for him by the door.

,,Let's go.''

~~~

Klaus was able to feel his werewolf side returning to him. The transformation was starting, his bones were breaking and his Vampire face was starting to change. It felt euphoric to him. All that power was now his.

He was snapped out of his euphoric state when pain started to spread in him. It felt like his innards were thrown into acid and his stomach was on fire. He started to convulse on the ground and started to scream.

Adam was pissed. Of all the people he could have chosen, he chose Jenna. He had so many plans for her and now there were for nothing. He wanted to take his rage out on Klaus and that was what he started to do. It was the perfect opportunity to test some spells he created in the last couple of days.

The first one made the victim feel like their innards where dunked in acid, something really painful but he was only starting. Klaus will be punished for ruining some of his plans.

,,Shtrak shtrak i prŭstite vi sa izklyucheni'' The next spell he used was a mixture of a pain and a hallucination spell. It made the victim see his finger falling of one by one and making them feel the pain of it.

Klaus was in so much pain. His fingers were falling off and he was feeling every second of it. He was sure it was witch with white hair standing in front of him. It was the older Gilbert boy. He didn't know that he was witch before, even with digging into Elena's past, but he swore to him self, even with him being a witch, he would make the boy pay for this.

As he was watching Klaus screaming and trashing around, he saw more magic rush to Klaus. Bonnie entered the clearing right next to him and was trying to kill Klaus with her magic. Klaus started to trash even more around when Elijah speeded in front of Klaus.

Klaus was shocked seeing his brother. Adam saw them talking, Elijah was confronting him, but Klaus was telling Elijah that he didn't throw his sibling into the ocean. Adam saw Elijah's face and he saw that he was considering the offer Klaus was giving him.

,,Don't even think about it, Elijah.'' Elijah turned his head towards Adam, and looked at him.

,,I will rain hell upon you, if you do it.'' Elijah didn't say anything, only took Klaus and speeded off.

He didn't say anthing to Bonnie after Elijah left, he only stayed there for a couple of minutes and then left.

~~~

Adam was standing in front of the back of a truck.

While Klaus, Bonnie and Elijah were busy last night, he had done another spell, while the weren't looking. With a cutting spell he made a cut in Klaus' right foot. After the whole show was over, he collected the blood in a vial he brought with him.

After he went home, he performed a locator spell with the blood, which led him standing in front of the truck.

It only took a small unlocking spell to open the lock and then to open the truck.

Adam got grin on his face, he was near his goal and these were the only thing he needed.

Staring back at him were five coffins.

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It's been three weeks since Adam vanished with the coffins. No one heard of him, and it was driving Klaus crazy. His paranoia, which was high before, only increased in the last three weeks, waiting for Adam to make a move.

He was angry. All the witches he forced to do a locator spell didn't manage to find out, where Adam hid himself and the coffins. He didn't really expect it to work, but he still tried.

Elijah wasn't a help either. Even though he spent some time with the Gilbert boy, he wasn't really able to tell him a lot about him. The only think which he was able to confirm was, that Adam knew what he was doing and that he was a powerful and smart witch.

Which didn't ease his fears at all.

The whole waiting game was only making him want to dagger Elijah, but since the coffins where gone, he didn't have any daggers on him.

The only thing he was able to do was to wait.

~~~

Since the disappearance of Adam not a lot has changed in Damon's everyday life. Sure, it was kind of boring for him, since nothing was happening, but he was sure that it was only the calm before the storm.

He also got a visit from the crazy hybrid himself with his noble brother, but they left quickly afterwards, since he had nothing for them.

The only thing that brought him satisfaction was to see the feared hybrid being nervous. He understood, if Adam had something so important of him, he would be also nervous, but he thought Klaus kind of deserved it.

Stefan and Elena where still acting all lovely dovely, even though no one saw Elena's brother since three weeks. She didn't even ask him, if he knew where he was. She probably didn't even know that her brother was present three weeks ago, when Klaus unlocked his Werewolf side.

Bonnie was the only one of the bunch, who asked him if he knew where Adam was. She probably asked since she wanted to talk with him about what happened, but since he told her that he didn't know where he is, she didn't bother him again.

The only thing he could to was wait for Adam to show up again and he had the feeling that it wouldn't take that much longer. It was the calm before the storm.

~~~

It was silent. The only sound you were able to hear was the scratching of a pen.

The warehouse was completely dark, the only place where light was coming from, was from two small rusty lamps hanging from the ceiling. The floor had small puddles of water and on the dry parts of the floor were strange symbols written. The symbols were written mostly in white, but some of them were written with a red sticky substance.

The walls had deep cracks in them with small plants growing out of them, but most of the plants were withered.

In the middle of the warehouse sat Adam huddled of his grimoire writing something.

The last couple of weeks were really productive for him. Not only was he able to prepare for his next steps but also able to learn new things.

Having three Originals to channel from, gave him the opening to try a lot of things.

He didn't really manage to get anywhere with his seer abilities, but he already expected that. He needed more magic in him to really be able to see in the future and even with the power of three originals, it wasn't enough.

What he was able to do, was creating necromancy spells. They weren't anything special, only to control a skeleton and some small rodents as well as a pain spell for the soul, but it was a beginning.

He wasn't able to hold them very long, since for some reason he wasn't able to use the magic he channeled from the originals, only the magic which he already had in him from the second string, but it was enough for him to try some of them.

He mostly used the magic, which he channeled from the originals, for gathering and preparing for the next ritual.

~~~

He was cleaning some skulls when someone spoke up.

,,No wonder you don't have any friends.''

Last week he undaggered Kol, since he needed some help getting his supplies. He used a control spell on him but it still didn't shut him up.

,,What's that supposed to mean?'' Adam looked back for a second to Kol who was chained to the wall and continued to clean the skulls.

,,I mean, who cleans skulls in their free time, only serial killers and psychopaths do that.''

,,So you mean people like you?'' said Adam.

Adam could feel the pout Kol had on his face.

,,And you.'' Adam shot a glare at him.

,,I'm not a psychopath.''

,,Not yet'' mumbeled Kol.

Adam continued to ignore him

,,Why are you even cleaning them?'' asked Kol him.

,,Because I'm making something.''

,,And what?'' Adam placed the brush down and took the knife and the bucket which where right next to him.

,,Wouldn't you like to know.''

Adam made a cut in Kol's arm and placed the bucket under it so that the blood can drip into the bucket.

,,Be still, I need a lot of your blood.''

Kol watched his face. ,,For someone so young, you know a lot of forbidden and dark magic.''

,,What can I say, it's kinda my thing.'' Adam continued to make cuts in Kol's arm, so that more blood would flow inside of the bucket.

,,Is magic the only thing you do in your free time or what?'' asked Kol him.

,,Of course not... I murder people too.''

Kol only hummed and got flirtatious look on his face. ,,I could show you, how to get a good time on a another way in your free time.''

Adam's face didn't change. ,,You didn't even buy me dinner yet.''

Kol smirked a him. ,,Really? Do I need to?''

Adam got an smirk on his face. ,,What can I say, I'm a classy bitch.''

The bucket was already full of Kol's blood, which is why he took it and carried it to a pedestal which was standing in the room.

On it where already some skulls placed over each other, but there were some still missing.

He placed the bucket down and walked back to the table to collect the last skulls he needed, which he then placed on top of the other ones.

Next, he took out a different brush, dipped it in the blood and started to draw runes and symbols on the skull while muttering different spells.

,,krŭvta svŭrzva tova, krŭvta ukrepva tova, krŭvta opitomi tova.'' Kol let a hiss out, he could feel Adam channeling him and the fast pace the magic in his body leaving, it was painful.

,,zatvor... obvŭrzvane... plennichestvo... ogranichenie... krŭv.'' Adam was channeling all three originals he had with him, but he wasn't sure if it would be enough power to finish the spell.

,,Pronikni v neya i ya ukroti.''

,,Vzemete ot tyakh tova, koeto gi pravi silni.'' Kol's skin was already turning grey from all the magic Adam was channeling.

,,Vŭrzhete ya v obkrŭzhenieto si i ya ostavete da pochuvstva kakvo e da si bezsilen.'' Adam finished panting the symbols on the skulls and put the brush down. He carefully took the bucket and started to pour blood on the skulls.

,,napravi gi slabi, bezsile, chupliv, chovek'' The blood started to flow and he was able to se how the blood started to drip down from the skull on top.

,,i me ostavi da stoya nad tyakh'' After he finished the last words, the blood stopped flowing but Adam didn't care since the spell worked.

Adam felt lightheaded, he could see that Kol's skin turned grey and he was able to feel some blood dripping out of his nose.

It filled him with satisfaction, since it was one of the most important steps in his plan for the ritual.

The ritual that will open him so many doors.

The ritual that will make him whole.

And in three days.

He will be able to carry it out.

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,,What do you like to eat, darling?''

Adam and Kol were sitting inside of a truck while Adam sat behind the steering wheel. They were currently driving back with the coffins and the skull fountain to Mystic Falls. It was a nice day the sun was shining and there was no traffic in sight, the only thing ruining Adam's mood was Kol.

They were only driving for about a half an hour but not even once did Kol shut his mouth. Adam was already thinking about gluing his mouth shut so that he could have peace and quietness for a couple of minutes.

,,Why do you want to know?'' said Adam while turning his head to the right to look at Kol.

,,You said that I need to take you out for dinner before something could happen between us and I can only do that if I know what kind of food you like.'' He had, like always that idiotic smirk on his face that Adam wanted to rip to shred with his bare hands.

Adam flashed him a smile.

,,Well I do like Arabic and Slavic dishes.''

,,Good to know.'' Adam only hummed in response, keeping his eyes on the road.

~~~

Currently there were in a bar a couple of minutes outside of Mystic Falls. They stopped since Kol wanted something to drink and Adam didn't want Kol to pester him the rest of the way.

Adam was sitting at the bar watching the ice cubes in his drink floating around while Kol was no where to be seen. The Bar had an old vibe to it and it looked like it could be straight out of an old western movie, not the type of Bar Adam usually hangs around. He was sticking out like a sore thumb, dressed in his dollish clothes in comparison to the other occupants, who were some older men dressed in some kind of ranch clothes.

The air was humid in there making it kind of uncomfortable sitting in there. He was glad that he was wearing pretty short shorts and a t-shirt that was pretty loose and thin on his frame, making it bearable to sit in the heat.

Even though he was really engrossed in his drink he still noticed when some took the chair right next to him and sat down. He didn't look up to see who was next to him, since he didn't really care, but he turned to the right when the person right next to him started talking to him.

,,What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone?''

He was tall, with dirty blond hair and a slight stubble on his face. His shirt was tight, and Adam was able to see the defined muscle under there. He had a strong southern accent, that Adam was able to hear the second he opened his mouth. The stranger was completely towering over him even while sitting but it didn't really intimidate Adam, since he could protect himself pretty well even from guys like him.

Adam slightly turned his body towards him and gave him a smile.

,,Just trying to run away from the heat outside. I'm Adam by the way.''

The strange took his hand into his bigger hand and shook it.

,,Jared, pleasure to meet you. So where are you going?''

Adam took a sip from his drink . ,,Just visiting someone and you?''

,,Just passing by with my new car.'' Adam raised an eyebrow at that.

,,Oh really.'' Jared hummed at that.

,,Yeah, I could show you if you want.'' The sentence followed with a smirk and him raking his eyes over Adam.

Adam gained a sparkle in his eyes. ,,Sure''

But before they able to stand up, Kol stood right next to them.

,,There you are.'' Kol said to Adam before looking at Jared.

,,What do you want.'' Kol looked annoyed but he wasn't the only one.

,,What do you want, can't you see I'm talking to him'', said Jared to him while shooting him an annoyed look.

Jared raised his left hand a bit but Kol already snatched it and bended his hand into a painful angle.

,,Get out of here before I rip you to shreds.'' Adam was able the hear the compulsion Kol used and he was able to see a bit of magic leaving Kol mouth and entering Jared's head.

Jared said nothing, he only stood up and left.

When he walked out of the door Kol turned to Adam with an annoyed expression.

,,Are you serious?'' He looked even more annoyed.

Adam shot him a wink. ,,What can I say, I like big guys.''

~~~

They've entered Mystic Falls an hour ago. No one knew he was here but that would change. He left Kol, the coffins and the skull fountain in a storage unit he rented and spelled Kol so that he wouldn't be able to leave the storage unit and wouldn't be able to open the coffins. He didn't need two other Originals on the loose.

He was currently standing in front of a front door waiting for the inhabitant to open it.

When the door opened he was greeted with a slightly shocked expression.

,,Adam.''

He didn't wait for her to get over her shock, he just walked into the house like he owned it.

,,Hello, Grams.''

She didn't say anything, she only closed the door behind her.

,,What are you doing here, last time I heard you disappeared with a couple of Originals.''

Adam twirled around to look at her.

,,Well I'm back as you can see.'' At that she looked him up and down.

,,Yeah and that is what concerns me.''

Adam let out a humorous laugh.

,,Why should it concern you, I'm like an angel.'' He looked at her with an innocent smile.

She let out a quiet snort. ,,An angel of destruction.''

Adam pouted at that.

,,Well I can't deny that.'' He was able to see she was nervous. It filled him with humor.

,,For what are you here this time?'' Adam rolled his eyes.

,,Always the same question, you should really extend your vocabulary.''

She only gave him the stink eye.

,,Please, the only reason you come visit is, when you need something, to you we all are disposable.''

Adam raised an eyebrow at that, it kind of surprised that she was this hostile towards him.

,,Why are you behaving like that?'' She gave him a slightly confused look.

,,Like what?''

He again quirked an eyebrow at him. ,,So hostile.''

She only scoffed. ,,As if you don't know.''

Adam only gave her a fake smile back. She was starting to irritate him.

,,Well I'm not here for something.''

,,Then what?'' She shot at him.

He still looked at her with an innocent smile.

He took a couple of steps towards her and he was able to see how she wanted to take couple of steps back.

,,For you.''

She could only widen her eyes when she was blasted into a wall.

Adam watched her crumble to the ground knocked out by the blast, while having a smile on his face.

~~~

Getting her inside of his truck was easier then he anticipated. He only needed to siphon a bit of her magic just to levitate her into his trunk. The neighborhood was pretty desert, so no one saw him levitating a body out of a house, he made sure off that.

He was greeted by Kol's bored face when he opened the storage unit.

,,Took you long enough.'' Kol's eyes fell down to the body right next to Adam.

,,What is she for?'' Adam levitated her into a sitting position into the storage unit.

,,I need her for the ritual.'' He opened a bag and took out old rustic handcuffs.

Kol looked interested in them. ,,Handcuffs that repress magic. Where did you get those?''

Adam put them on Grams. ,,It's a long story.''

He waved his hand and lifted the spells on Kol while putting the controlling spell on him.

,,Stand up.''

,,Where are we going?'', asked him Kol while standing up and stretching his back.

,,We are going to get the last ingredients that I need.''

~~~

They just entered Adam's room when Kol let out a whistle.

,,Nice collection you got here.'' Adam said nothing, he just opened a small bag he took with him and started to put some vials with many different ingredients in them into his bag.

Kol took out an older book out of one of his bookshelf's and opened it.

,,Some witches would kill, to get some of the things you have here laying around.''

,,Well that's what I had done.''

Kol chuckeled at that. ,,I believe you. No witch would give you these things for nothing.''

,,You have no Idea what I have done for some of these things here.''

Kol closed the book again and put it back where it was before.

,,Are you done?''

Adam put the last vial he needed into his bag and zipped it up afterwards.

,,Let's go.''

As they left the room, Adam spelled it shut again.

He didn't want someone to get into his room, while he was gone.

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Damon was just nursing on his drink when Bonnie stormed in.

,,Where is he!''

He sighed; he couldn't even enjoy his drink for once.

,,Where is who?''

He looked at her irked, while she was pacing in front of him.

,,You know who I mean!'' He could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of her nose.

,,Why do you want to know where he is?''

,,Where who is?'' Damon left out a silent grown, Bonnie was enough he didn't want to deal with Stefan to.

,,Adam, that kidnapping idiot.'' Stefan looked at her puzzled.

,,Adam? Kidnap? What do you mean?''

Bonnie let out a frustrated noise.

,,I can't find Grams anywhere and I can't locate her with a locator spell. I'm sure he took her. And you!'' She turned to Damon. ,, You will tell me where he is. If there's one person out of all of us, it's you who knows where he is and what he's planning.''

Damon put his arms up in surrender. ,,Hey I know as much as you do.''

,,Wait, wait could someone explain what's going on?'' His question fell deaf to their ears.

,,As if you don't know.'' Damon rolled his eyes at her.

,,I really don't know, but if I where you I would double my efforts in finding her.'' He leaned forward and a small smirk formed on his face. ,,Who knows what he'll do to her. Maybe..'' He leaned forward ,,He'll turn her into a frog.''

He leaned back a bit and took a sip.

,,It's not really my problem.''

Bonnie only looked at him with disgust. ,,How could anyone be like you.''

Damon only gave her a wink.

,,Now hush, hush, baby witch, your clock is ticking. I have better things to do.''

He didn't need to tell her twice because even before he finished his sentence, she was already outside the door.

It was quiet for a moment before it was ruined again.

,,I still don't understand what happened.''

Damon turned his head to the side and looked at Stefan who was still standing at the same spot as before.

,,Where were you the last couple of months?''

~~~

It was quiet. The sun was shining trough the curtains and you were able to hear the birds chirp outside.

Inside a room. Hidden from the eyes others was Klaus, sitting and preparing.

He was mixing paints for his new project when he was interrupted by somebody else.

,,Who would have thought that, the big bad hybrid likes to play with paint.''

Klaus was up in an instant when he heard the voice. The paint which he was mixing fell down and was now soaking into the carpet, but he didn't care. His only goal was to find the owner of the voice.

,,I'm here'' He turned around quickly but there was no one.

,,Over there.'' Now the voice came from his right, but there was still no one.

,,No, no, here.'' The voice came from both sides.

He was turning around his head fast trying to find the owner of the voice, but there was no one there except him.

,,Come out of you hiding place you coward! Are you that scared of me.'' Klaus was angry, he was still turning his head trying to find him.

,,As if I'm scared of you.'' The voice was much clearer and it came from behind him. When he turned around, he was able to see Adam standing there.

Before he was able to attack him, Adam blasted him into to the wall on the opposite side of the room knocking all his paintings down.

He got up fast and sped to Adam quickly with his Vampire speed, but he speeded right through Adam.

,,Coward, even now your hiding behind your magic.''

Adam only turned around and smiled mockingly at him. It made Klaus even angrier, and he started to grit his teeth.

,,Is this the way you talk to the person that has a couple of your family members.''

Klaus was vibrating from anger, if looks could kill, Adam would have been long dead.

,,What do you want?''

Adam let out an amused huff, this whole situation amused him.

,,I wanted to tell you, how you'll get your family members back.''

Klaus watched him critically.

,,And how would I get them back.''

,,Well'' Adam took two steps forward so he was standing right in front of Klaus. ,,The only thing you need to do is to find me tomorrow at midnight in the forest in Mystic falls. And after that.'' Adam patted Klaus on the chest. ,,You can have them back.''

,,If you lie to me..'' before he was able to finish his sentence Adam interrupted him.

,,Have more faith in me. You'll see tomorrow.''

Before Klaus was able to blink Adam vanished right before his eyes, not before letting out a chuckle, that Klaus was able to hear even after he vanished.

Klaus stood there for a couple of seconds before he took a vase an threw on the wall, while cursing Adam to hell and back.

~~~

,,Ur brother is in a mood '' said Adam while opening his eyes.

, Well what can I say, he was always like that. '' Kol was sitting on some kind of plastic stool watching him, while Grams sat right to him on the ground unconscious.

,,Is that the reason you tried to dagger him. '' Kol glared at him.

,,How do you even know that? '' asked he roughly while Adam was stretching his body.

,, I've my ways. '' Kol still glared at him, but he could see it was with less heat behind it.

He quickly switched his focus on something else.

Adam concentrated on the the boiling pot on his left side. He could see it was shimmering and it was smoking a bit. When he approached it he was able to see the the liquid turned yellow inside it.

A small smile graced upon his face. It was perfect.

He slowly lowered himself and bended over it to see into it more easily. It was nearly finished.

He still started to hum a slow melody, while stirring the liquid clockwise. The magic leaving his mouth faded into the mixture and started to change the magic around it.

Only a couple further constituents and it would be finished.

He opened a jar and took out what inside it. The rat tail he took out was snappily dropped inside it and the mixture began to boil. While it boiled, he took out depleted seaweed from another jar and dropped it into the mixture.

To Kol, who was watching, it looked like he was just dropping arbitrary ingredients into the mixture, but Adam knew exactly what he's doing. He was watching the magic of the mixture reply to the ingredients and change according to them.

The small changes of color of the magic were tracked by him very carefully and he slowly added more ingredients.

Fingernails, which he had taken from Grams, Rosemary, who he had some left and for the finishing touch a black Dahlia.

Black Dahlias, a well-known symbol of betrayal, changed the color of the mixture from a bright yellow to a muted orange while mottles of the magic around it turned completely black mixing with it's bright yellow magic.

It was finished.

He carefully took the bigger vials, which he formerly prepared beforehand, and filled them with the orange mixture. It had a muddy thickness and was poured with gobbets into the vials.

He carefully sealed the vials with cork and placed them into a holder.

There was one vial he didn't set down. Still holding it in his hand. It was time to feed it to someone.

With a snap of his fingers, he lifted the magic of Grams keeping her resting and she heaved awake.

She was clearly disorientated, since she was looking around confused, but when her gaze landed on him the confused expression dissolved.

,,Adam'' she breathed out. Her eyes moving around frantically, landing on Kol sitting there observing the interaction and to the pot he used to make the potion.

,,What is going on?'' she was still out of breath but she was clearly putting up her guard.

,,You know exactly what's going on.'' Her eyes quickly glanced at the potion in his hand and the back at his face.

,,What is that?''

,,Oh this?'' asked Adam lifting the potion and swirling it around. ,,It's something I made.''

He could see her face crack. She was now even more on guard.

,,What are you doing with it?'' Her eyes quickly darting around.

,,Oh, me nothing.'' He took a small step forward. ,,But you, will drink it.''

Her eyes widened but they settled into a glare. ,,I'll never drink it.'' She was twisting her hand trying to unlock the cuffs around them.

,,I never asked what you wanted.''

Before she could react, he gripped her neck and bended her head backwards. She let out a gasp but that gave him the chance to pour it down her throat. He quickly forced the opening of the vial into her mouth and watched as the slimy potion trickled down into her mouth.

Her eyes were wide, and she was trashing around, but she wasn't able the free herself out of his grip. The potion trickling down her throat made her gag, but Adam didn't care, he only watched the potion leave the vial and her swallowing it. Only after the potion was gone did he take out the vial and slacken his grip. Finally free she bended down and quickly started to violently cough.

Adam stood there observing her getting her bearings together.

After she was finished, she sluggishly raised her head and looked at him with anger.

,,Don't look at me like that.''

He smiled at her and shook his head.

,,It's for my future.''

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The night was cold. The wind wept and the Moon shined bright in the sky. It was silent between the trees, the only thing making noise were the leaves dancing in the breeze.

In the clearing of the forest sat Adam. On his knees, eyes closed, he hummed and swayed back and forth with the wind.

His surrounding felt airy, almost as if nature could feel what vile deeds will happen that night, foreshadowing the events of the future.

It was silent, only the crunching of leaves announced the arrival of some else.

He was able to hear them walking until they stopped in the clearing.

,,Is it done?'' Asked Adam in a quiet tone not opening his eyes to turn to the person.

The other was silent for a moment, watching Adam sway back and forth. Only after a couple of seconds did they answer.

,,It's done.''

The trees started to rustle in the wind, while the grass swayed back and forth.

A smile started to bloom across Adam's face. The delight filling his face, making him look like he received the best gift in the world.

He let out a deep breath, slowly opening his eyes while tilting his head upwards.

Gazing into the night sky, while the moon shined bright into his face, he felt glee.

It was silent again; the other was watching him closely.

After a couple of second Adam stood silently up, not to disturb the surrounding nature. It was the least he could do.

,,Then we can start.''

The air surrounding vibrated in anticipation, waiting for what was about to happen.

He slowly started to take deep breaths, preparing for what will come. He will need all his strength, power, and determination to pull this of.

Taking a deep breath, he again slowly started the sway back and forth, while humming a strange melody.

The melody filled the quiet clearing, giving the other person goosebumps in the process.

Reaching into the bond he had with the comet he slowly let his magic slither out of the connection.

Stretching the magic slowly, not wanting to break what he created, he searched for the reason he chose that night.

Reaching out, he searched and searched.

He didn't know how long it took. Maybe it was one minute or maybe even twenty minutes, but after a while he found it.

A tremendous ball of magic dancing in the sky. Created through the conjugation of Mars and Venus.

He slowly stretched his magic, the vast ball of magic coming nearer and nearer until it was right in front of him.

Even without being connected to it, he was able to feel the enormous amount of magic it contained.

He carefully reached out with his magic until a massive rush of magic connected his magic with the immense ball of magic.

Immediately the magic rushed through the connection strengthening it and filling his fragile body to the brim.

He let out a shaky breath, being filled that much magic made him euphoric, even though it was only a smidge of the power of the celestial event.

The magic was dancing in him wildly, giving him strength and making his hair stand up.

It felt chaotic but at the same time pleasant. It made him feel at peace.

~~~

He stood there savoring the feeling of the magic, never wanting it to leave.

His peace was however ruined when multiple people rushed into the clearing, making him scowl.

,,Adam'' said Stefan watching him wearily, while Kol hid behind the trees.

Adam looked at him with contempt. Wanting to rip his heart and eyes out for ruining his moment.

,,Hello, Stefan. Isn't it a wonderful night.''

Leaves danced between Adam and the group, while the wind got a bit stronger.

Adam let his eyes wander over the group seeing the determined looks on their faces.

,,You need to let her go and stop whatever you were about to do.''

Adam gazed at them, judging them with his gaze. The others were watching him wearily, having heard just how dangerous he could be.

,,And why would I do that?'' He asked while tilting his head to the side.

,,She has nothing to do with this.'' This time it wasn't Stefan talking but Bonnie. Adam's eyes flickered to her.

,,But she does.'' He gave her a gentle smile. ,,Don't stand in my way Bonnie, as a witch yourself you should support my doings.''

She stared at him angrily. ,,I would never support what you are doing. Grams told me what kind of vile magic you use, and I would never support anyone using that.''

Before he could reply, Stefan butted in again.

,,Just stop whatever you were about to do and give us Grams back. If you don't, you give us no choice but to stop you.''

Adam stared blankly at them. His hair dancing softly with the wind while the shine of moon was making his white hair sparkle. He looked eternal, while everyone was watching him with determined eyes.

Slowly the left side of his mouth turned upwards.

,,No''

He watched their facial expressions change. Damon's to fury, Stefan's to disappointment and Bonnie's to determination.

But his eyes flickered to one other person.

To Elena who was standing behind them with Caroline.

She looked confused, scared, and also concerned.

But not concerned for him. Never concerned for him.

As he was watching Elena, he saw out of the corner of his eyes Bonnie raising her hand while Stefan and Damon prepared to charge.

But nothing happened.

His eyes filled with mirth.

,,Did you really think you had a chance against me.'' He let out a small laugh while they watched him wearily and confused.

,,I have years on you Bonnie, you couldn't even understand a fickle of what I am capable. I mean...'' His smile turned predatory ,,...would you be able to take someone's magic like I am.''

Her eyes widened in alarm. ,,This is not possible.''

He laughed at her, her naivety filling him with humor.

,,Darling'' he smiled mockingly at her ,,You have no idea what's possible.''

Hearing that Alaric pulled out the gun he brought for emergencies and started to fire, but before the bullets could reach Adam, they bounced off a blue barrier that shimmered into existence.

Now Adam looked at Alaric mockingly.

,,You need more than a baby witch, some Vampires and a gun to take me down.''

Ignoring the others Adam turned around and waved his hand, making Grams appear in front of him.

Grabbing her by her hair and putting his ritual knife at her throat, he turned to Bonnie.

,,Now Bonnie, not everything is over. You could still help her; you only need to do what I say.''

Bonnie wasn't even looking at him, she only had her eyes on her Grams. She could see the exhaustion and the chains on her and it made her heart clench. Grams was her only family, she meant everything to her.

,,What do you want?'' She said in a clear voice trying to sound brave but failing miserably.

,,You only need to repeat after me and really mean what you say. If you don't, well...'' he pressed the knife harder at Grams throat ,,...it won't go well for her.''

She shakily nodded her head still looking at Grams. ,,Okey, I'll do it. Just don't hurt her.''

He smiled at her reassuringly.

,,Repeat after Me. I Bonnie Sheila Bennett.''

,,I Bonnie Sheila Bennett.''

,,Open the gates of the blood.''

,,Open the gates of the blood.''

The wind was getting even stronger now, while Bonnie and Adam focused on each other.

,,For Adam Drivas to take'' Hearing the name, the others looked at him confused but he completely ignored them, his whole focus laid completely on Bonnie.

,,For Adam Drivas to take''

,,and access the Bennet bloodline and their magic. My magic be the way.''

Hearing that her gazed snapped to him. Horror filling her eyes, while finally knowing what it was about.

Seeing her hesitation, he pressed the knife deeper into Grams skin, making blood leak from the wound.

Seeing that Bonnie let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She knew she had to make a choice and she already knew what choice she would take.

She felt terrible but she had no choice, she would do anything for her family. If she had to, she would even betray her ancestors.

Although she didn't know much about magic, she had an idea of what Adam wanted her to do. Grams had told her, to make her understand the task and burden of being the youngest in the Bennett line.

How other witches could access their ancestral magic through her, since she is the youngest in the lineage and through that the most connected to the ancestors.

She had explained to her that there was a spell that was strictly forbidden among witch circles and that every information about the spell was burned for protection.

To protect themselves, only the eldest and youngest of the circle knew about the spell, but only a few witches knew exactly how to cast it.

It didn't surprise her that Adam knew about the spell.

Grams had warned her, although Adam had no magic due to his status as Siphoner, not to underestimate him and that she should not oppose him under any circumstances as she could never win a fight between them.

Grams had mostly described him as a magical genius and that no spell was too complex for him. A perfect witch, despite having no magic.

The difference though is, that he doesn't shy away from magic other witches and covens won't even talk about, making him even more dangerous.

So whispering the last sentence, she knew she brought doom onto the Bennett line and her ancestors.

She could feel Adam's magic cling to her, connecting itself through her to the magic of her ancestors. She couldn't do anything about it, not only because she didn't know how, but because her connection to her magic was gone. It felt like she had no magic.

Her fear only increased. She hadn't known that something like that was possible and knowing that he could take her magic so effortlessly, only frightened her even more. She couldn't even imagine what he would need so much magic for and what he would do with it. She only knew that it couldn't be something good.

~~~

Adam could sense that the ancestors weren't pleased with his intervention, but there was nothing they could do.

Through the potion Grams drank and through Bonnie, he was granted access to the magic and they couldn't do anything about it. They could only watch, while he took what was theirs.

He smiled. It was finally time. He could finally begin.

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With the flick of his fingers various torches, his ritual bowl and his grimoire, that he set up earlier, appeared around him. The torches looked old and fragile and they were made of a brown wood in which small characters were engraved. They were placed in a circle around him, while the bowl layed in front of him in the middle of the circle.

"Bring them here.'' He shouted.

Slowly, several people appeared from the forest, four of them each facing a torch and stopping there. They had a blank look on their faces and moved like zombies. They were all under a spell that turned them into puppets, with Adam holding the strings in his hands.

Adam, however, paid no attention to them, but watched as Kol walked to him with Finn and his sister on his shoulders. When he was right in front of him he dropped them both and they fell to the ground beside Adam without resistance.

"Here," Kol said, "that's all of them.''

He saw Kol glance briefly at his siblings, but he quickly averted his eyes when he saw Adam looking.

"Good, I can finally start.''

Kol said nothing, but knelt with Adam in front of the bowl while he took off his T-shirt. Adam imitated him and after a few seconds they both knelt in front of the bowl, torso free.

It became deathly quiet.

Nothing could be heard. The group watched in amazement from the side, they didn't know who the man with Adam was, but they focused more on Adam. Some held their breath, almost anxious to see what would happen.

Adam took a deep breath. He was inwardly preparing to perform the greatest spell he had ever performed.

Under the moon he felt strong and determined. Everything would go according to his plan.

He was ready.

He took his knife and with swift movement cut his radial artery.

Blood poured from his wound into the bowl in incredible quantities.

Adam could feel himself get weaker, but he persisted.

He watched calmly as his blood left his body and entered the bowl infront of him.

Caroline, however, watched in shock as the blood poured out of Adam in tremendous quantity. No normal person was going to survive a cut like that.

However, when the bowl was half full, the wound on his arm closed and the blood stopped flowing. There was still blood left on his hand and arm, however, and it dripped quietly onto the fresh grass.

As soon as he was done, he handed the knife to Kol, who cut his palm and let a little blood flow into the bowl.

After a small amount of his blood was in the bowl, he handed the knife back to Adam, who then put the knife down beside him.

Now Adam opened his grimoire on two very specific pages. They were the first pages of the ritual he would perform.

The whole ritual took up a total of fifteen pages of his grimoire. These pages were filled with the most diverse words in the most diverse languages, various almost geometric figures, runes and drawings. The words and figures overlapped, but everything had a reason. An experienced witch might have been able to draw a few conclusions from the pages, but the structure and the nature of the ritual was so complex that it would be almost impossible to understand Adam's notes and his ritual.

Adam only opened the first two pages of the ritual, as he actually knew the entire ritual by heart.

He now began to hum again.

Magic in the form of waves flowed from his mouth into the bowl and the surrounding area, but only he saw how the blood changed on a magical level.

The magic interacted with its surroundings and a dense mist began to form, but it only circled the clearing.

,,Dadokh krŭvta si. Kazvat, che svŭrzva otvarata'' chanted Adam.

He now had the complete attention of everyone in the clearing. Many wondered what language he spoke.

With a wave of his hand, an antique watch appeared in his hand, but he dropped it into the bowl in a flash. A watch that had previously belonged to a dead man.

,,Chasovnik na umirasht chovek. Smŭrtta e blizo.''

The blood moved for a brief moment, but stopped again shortly.

Once again he performed the same hand movement. As before, something appeared in his hand, but this time it was the wings of a dragonfly.

He did not drop them into the bowl, however, but closed his hands around them.

,,Svoboda kato krila. Vzemam gi i pechelya svobodata si. Nishto ne mozhe da me zadŭrzhi''

Magic of the conjunction flowed slowly through his hands into the wings. The fine veins of the wings slowly filled with orange magic until the whole wings glowed with magic.

It was beautiful, it looked like a fine web of magic. The others could not see it, but for Adam, who could see this, the sight was something breathtaking. Magic still stole his breath.

He then lowered them into the bowl, as he had the watch before, causing them to slide slowly into the bowl.

,,Payak, payak na stenata mi izgradi naĭ-krasivata mrezha v tsyalata strana.''

When the wings finally touched the bowl, the blood became restless, began to bubble and took on an orange tinge.

With another movement of his hand, a vial with a transparent liquid appeared in his hand, as it had before now. It was filled with a tear of a dying woman, would her death grace his birth.

He opened the cap of the vial and with the same hand began to draw signs above the vial.

With his teeth he quickly began to rattle, produzing an odd clicking sound.

Some flinched, so unexpected was the sound.

Simultaneously magic slowly flowed from Adam's hand into the vial and mixed with the tear.

The magic looked different after each sign, sometimes fine, sometimes coarse, and it changed colour all the time.

The magic flowed around in the tear, with Adam able to see the different colours.

After about half a minute he stopped chattering his teeth and dropped the tear, which was mixed with magic, into the bowl.

When the tear came into contact with the liquid, the liquid that had been bubbling before calmed down again and it turned an unnatural broad red.

Now a flower appeared in Adam's hand.

It was an Echinacea.

A medicinal plant, which was a symbol of power.

Like the other things before, he dropped it into the bowl.

Caroline held her breath tensely, but when the flower came into contact with the liquid in the bowl, nothing happened.

Confused, Caroline wanted to open her mouth, but before she could do so, the man thrusted his right hand into Adam's chest and ripped out his heart.

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Blood poured out of the hole in Adam's chest and pooled under his body. He let out a staccato cough, blood dripping from his mouth.

Blood stained his entire torso and if you looked closely you could see his internal organs. How his ribs were broken and pushed, how his lungs desperately tried to suck in oxygen.

Elena watched in horror as her brother bled to death before her eyes. She put her hands over her mouth and her eyes were wide open. Seeing this made her stomach rumble and she had to fight to keep from throwing up. But she wasn't the only one watching in horror. They were all stunned.

Bonnie had a look of horror on her face. Was this the end of Adam? Were the things Grahams warned her about all for nothing?

She couldn't describe it, but something was wrong. Although she couldn't feel her magic, she had a bad feeling. She felt anxiety building up inside her. Something was happening.

That's when she saw it.

~~~

Kol placed the heart in his hand in the bowl and the heart sank into the liquid until it was no longer visible. Suddenly, the previously extinguished torches lit up.

An icy wind blew across the clearing. The temperature dropped and mist began to seep into the clearing. Even though there were torches all around, they could all see their icy breath.

Adam suddenly spoke in a broken voice. ,,MAUSAN HEARAV IUK FORAV. EY RONK AVHERE.''

The language Adam spoke sounded unnatural, harsh and disgusting. It almost sounds like a hiss in some places. Adam's voice was harsh, the exact opposite of his usual voice.

The others shuddered. They could feel the wrongness of the language hanging over them like a black cloak, and it troubled them.

Bonnie felt it worse, her ears hurt from hearing the language, and her inner turmoil only grew.

,,SUFFERAUMN GIJAK EMPAVAUSAN HEARAV''

The flames of the torches got bigger and the wind was getting stronger. The liquid in the bowl started bubbling again, while it grew in size.

Slowly the grass at the bottom of the bowl began to wither and slowly spread in all directions. The leaves around the clearing began to fade, and the developing wind ripped them from the trees.

,,AUK EVA JIAK MOLVA AVHE PROMIUKE AVHAAV JIAK WAUK MAKAUMN. ''

Suddenly, Adam stood up and waved his arms in a weird motion. With these various actions, blood was splattered everywhere, which was still gushing out.

Now he started humming again and started dancing, much to the surprise of the others.

He began circling the bowl, continuing to swing his arms and hum. While he does this, the others he controls also begin to dance. They spin and make confusing movements with their hands.

If it weren't for the splatters of Adam's blood and not knowing what was going on, you'd think it was a ballet performance. The actions of Adam and others seem so restrained and elegant.

However, not everyone was dancing. As Adam and the others danced, several people were holding knives andd stabbed themselves in the stomach. That's when the chaos started.

The flames of the torches grew large, the wind howled, and the movements of the people became chaotic and they began to shout. It looked grotesque.

They pulled the knives up along their belly and all their innards gathered with their blood on the floor.

Adam continued to dance in the middle, his movements as restrained and elegant as ever. He stood out from all the chaos around him. However, he stopped humming and started talking again.

,,NAAVUR AWAAUSAN AVHE FRUIAV JIAK AVAKE AGH MOR. ''

The blood of the people who sacrificed themselves, began to flow, forming various patterns and circles around the bowl. These were different pentagrams that Adam invented especially for this ritual.

,,UL NEAV JIAK BAJ, TÖAVEAV UKIE''

The vegetation was withered throughout the clearing. There was no more greenery or life around them.

Adam now took out two daggers. The daggers that were always used to take down the originals.

~~~

"It's about time''

They were still surrounded by chaos. Screams, blood, fire. But Adam just listened to Kol.

Kol was right behind him and Adam had his back to him.

"You can have what you've always wanted.''

A small smile crossed Adam's face.

"I can.'' Adam looked down at the daggers.

''Then do it, help me get my revenge. ''

Kol stared at Adam's back. Joy and excitement filled his whole body. In the end, he will get his revenge, as he always wanted.

The wind howled and moved hard across Adam's face. Even though it was so loud around him, it was quiet to him.

It was about time.

"I'll do.''

Before Kol could react, Adam turned around and drove one of the daggers into Kol's heart.

Pain filled Kol's body, his eyes turned betrayed to Adam. Adam just smiled at him.

"You have the most vampires in your line.'' Adam let out a small, humorous laugh. "I won't let that much power go to waste.''

Before Kol could answer, he was overcome with pain. His whole body felt like it was on fire and he started screaming in pain and fell to the floor.

Adam ignored Kol's screams but used a bit of magic to pull him into the center and stabbed Finn in the heart with the other dagger. With both hands on the hilt of the dagger, Adam dropped to his knees again.

,,JIAK DREPA AVHEM''

He slowly turned the daggers stuck in Kol's and Finn's hearts with both hands. Kol let out a scream of pain and Finn's body jerked violently.

,,POWAS JIAK WANAV RO AVHEM''

Finn's and Kol's skin began to turn gray. But they weren't the only ones. Vampires all over the world were slowly losing their power.

In addition, the blood that had previously spread across the various pentagrams also began to emit a glow. Those who had danced before also stopped.

,,DARKNEUKUK JIAK KIJ''

The other people who had danced before all took out knives and put them to their throats.

Adam drew Finn's and Kol's daggers out of their hearts at the same time.

,,DARKNEUKUK JIAK AVAKE''

Kol stared at Adam kneeling in front of him, dagger in hand. He didn't know what he wanted to see, but Adam just stared at him with icy eyes. Around him, the others cut their throats, but he only had eyes for Adam.

,,POWAS JIAK KIJ''

So he saw the dagger reenenter him again and that was the end of his, his brother's and the other vampire's time on earth.

As the dagger reentered Kol and Finn, a shockwave of magic blew away the fallen leaves. The pentagrams on the floor began to glow more intensely, and magic began to gather above Adam.

It was the magic of the Originals, the vampires of their line, the conjunction, and the Bennet line. Collected in a magic ball.

It was beautiful.

So much magic, all in one place.

So many different colors.

This is what Adam has worked hard for.

And now he will take it.

His eyes had hardened. He raised his hands, looked up and said the words he had been waiting for.

,,AVAKAUMN WHAAV IUK UORKORMAJAL''

The magic began to grow restless.

,,AGH MAUSAN TURM IUK COMPLEAVE''

He didn't even have time to blink before the magic hit him full force.

Now it was his turn to scream in pain.

It felt like he was being torn apart, put back together, and then torn apart again. His whole body was burning and it felt like someone was cutting things into his skin. He could only see colors, his head felt like it was going to explode and his left eye was bleeding.

The pain only got worse. He didn't know how long he could last, but before he could think about it, the pain was gone, as was he. Only corpses, blood, torches, Rebekam, Elena and others remained in the clearing.

As Elena and the others contemplated what had just happened, a door elsewhere slammed open, sending a red light into the darkness.

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The spell had brought him here. All he saw was darkness and red. His spine buckeled with the quivers that wrecked his body. His body changing with him.

He was walking down the street. His body swaying from ecstasy.

Lights shining brightly on him. His skin stretching and moving. His fingers gripping the floor. His feet aching from use. Him withering from pain.

As Gregor Sansa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed on his bed into a gigantic insect.

The floor being covered by a fluffy material. His bare back feeling it.

The wind lifting his skirt making him shouder, since he didn't have anything under it.

His muscles tensing under the influence. His eyes focused on the redness around him. The mist around him slowly inching towards him covering his body.

He was lying on his hard, as it were armour-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely.

Fluid seeping from his mouth unto the soft ground under him, seeping into the ground. The red mist taking its place in his body.

He was walking next to a couple of bars. Whistles of the drunk men following him, feeling their stares on his behind. One man even grabbing him under his skirt, tugging him unto his hard body, fondling him and making him release sinful noises.

The red mist slowly disappearing in his body, leaving him to see the dense and dark forest around him.

His numerous legs, which were painfully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

The dark and big trees were not letting any sunlight come to the ground.

Next was a group of eight muscular guys. They were watching him and he smiled back.

The trees were different, just like him. They weren't straight. They bended in different directions, even into each other, forming knots between each other.

What happened to me? He thought. It was no dream.

Their hands were on him. Pushing his clothing away, as they were shedding theirs.

He could feel the soft moss under his bare back.

His room, a regular human bedroom, only rather too small, layed quiet between the four walls.

Around him glowed different kind of magical mushrooms in unearthly colors.

They were touching his skin. Licking every inch they could get. Not wanting to miss the chance.

Fumes of the mushrooms danced between the trees.

Gregor's eyes turned next to the window, and the overcase sky—one could hear raindrops beating on the window gutter—made him quite melancholy.

Animals hid behind the trees. Some escaping their cover to come forward to him.

He laid on the bed letting the sensations wash over him. Them kissing, licking, and groping his body with their greedy and filthy hands, entering him with their fingers.

There were always two. A deer lush with life. His white coat shining in the darkness. On his antlers pink flowers blossoming, like it was spring.

What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep on his right side and in his present condition he could not turn himself over.

Right next to it was another deer. This one wasn't full of life. It's white coat only had a dull shine to it. Some mushrooms he saw before, growing on its fur. There were no pink flowers on its antlers. But the most prominent feature, was the skull that was sticking out instead of the face of the deer.

He felt the thrusting deep inside of him. Making him shudder with every movement. Taking one in his mouth, wanting to feel complete, while the other watched with their hands on themselves.

The were moving in sinc. Every movement copied by the other. The were watching him. Tracking his movement.

However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled onto his back again.

They weren't the only one. There were birds, mice, owls, badgers, bunnies, and foxes surrounding him.

They were releasing on him, in him and around him. He was in pure ecstasy. His body taking everything, while his skin absorbed.

When he looked around, he saw something he didn't see before. Before him stood a hollow tree stump, overgrown with the glowing mushroom.

He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.

In the middle sat something pulsing. It was a heart. Pulsing in a red and black light, connected to the mushrooms around it. The light in him left his body. Making a wet sticky substance splatter all over the room.

He yearned for it, so he approached it and grabbed it.

Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked on!

The animals around him got skittish. It was easy to take the heart out of were it laid.

He let out a sigh, feeling his skin on his back opening to make new room. It moving out of his back, he could feel the softness.

It still pulsated in his hand.

Pushing the blood away, the six black wings spread behind him.

He yearned for it, so he put it, where his heart once laid.

~~~

Metamorphosis, a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one.

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He awoke from the strange dream not long after. The blood on him, which was already dried, was cracking as he moved to sit up on the bed. The walls were painted red, and blood was still dripping from the ceiling.

There was a putrid smell in the room. Parts of eight people lay on the floor; some even stuck to the walls.

The sun that shone through the window illuminated the room.

Adam's body was aching. He could feel fluid dripping out of his behind, and an abnormal weight on his back kept him from standing up. He could feel his extra dependents with his newly restored senses. With his new muscles and nerves, he could feel himself stretching and moving them in different directions.

Turning his head, he could see the black wings. Some of the feathers remained tangled, some from a white fluid, others from his or their blood.

Turning his head back to only look down, he noticed a soft red pulsating light emanating from his chest.

The heart was beating, giving off an unnatural red glow. He could see the tightly compressed ball of magic in his heart and the magic that flowed in his veins.

He never felt more powerful.

There was so much magic in him that will never leave him. His ritual ensured that.

He bound the magic to himself and created a magical core. So if he ever uses it, it will always replenish itself.

He will never be without magic again.

Still, he wasn't really able to comprehend everything that happened. The strange dreams he had and the wings that grew out of his back. They hadn't been planned.

Also, there was something not quite right with the magic in him. It felt different, and there was so much more than he actually absorbed at the ritual.

But as far as he could see, there weren't any real drawbacks, so it didn't really concern him.

~~~

He was looking at himself in the foggy mirror after his shower. He had washed the blood off himself while he cleaned his new three pairs of wings with a wet towel.

He could see that the wings were not the only thing that had changed about him. His features, while already beautiful before the ritual, became more defined. He looked unnaturally beautiful, like he should not even exist on this planet.

There was not a single flaw in his body. His hips had widened. His behind had grown so large that he could feel it move with each step he took.

His upper body was still thin, but he could feel the immense strength he had in his arms. enough strength to break someone's arm without effort.

But it was his new tattoos that stood out the most.

Right under his bellybutton was a beautiful tattoo made of various runes, some of which he knew and others he didn't. The mixture of runes and geometrical shapes made a beautiful pattern. But this wasn't the only new tattoo he got.

On both his shoulders were two new tattoos, both with runes but both in the shape of a circle. They also weren't identical since some of the runes were different, but he wasn't really able to identify the runes. They were either in an old, forgotten rune language or maybe in a new rune language, which was very unlikely.

He looked otherworldly with his wings, his face, his body, and the beautiful patterns on his skin. He looked like sin. Like an angel of sin that will consume everything and everyone in his way.

And maybe he will.

~~~

He was back in the room, still not dressed, searching for clothes. His clothes had been ripped apart last night, and all the other clothes were full of blood. so wearing the clothes of the others wasn't really possible.

His wings were tucked back into his skin. It had been easier than he thought. He only had to think about it, and they disappeared into his skin again.

With a simple concealment spell, he concealed his new tattoos, not wanting anyone to see them so early.

He searched in the different drawers for something to wear.

He didn't really know who lived in the apartment, but from the clothes, he saw that someone much larger lived there.

So wearing their clothes would also not do, since they would fall off of Adams' much thinner frame.

He was getting frustrated by the lack of clothes when he found much smaller clothes at the back of one of the drawers.

It was a short white shirt and some short yellow sleeping pants. They looked really small, but at least he would be able to fit in them.

Well, at least he hoped he would.

~~~

He did fit into the clothes, even if it was a tight fit. The white shirt clung to his frame and even exposed a bit of his stomach since it was so short. The shorts, however, were a different story. It took him almost ten minutes to finally get them on.

After a lot of squeezing and yelling, he finally got them on.

They felt horrible. They pretty much covered nothing, and they were squeezing him painfully.

It wouldn't surprise him if he was arrested for public indecency. His shorts barely covered half of his behind.

Coupled with his heels from yesterday that survived yesterday's massacre, he looked like some hooker that could be picked up at any moment.

He swore he had seen a mother covering their teenager's eyes and a wife hitting her husband for looking as he walked past.

What a nice way to start the day.

Coupled with the fact that he didn't even know where he was and that he was still sore from last night, he was in a foul mood.

Looking around, he didn't recognize the town he was in.

He tried finding a clue by walking through the town square. but to no avail.

There were a couple of shops and some cafes, but no signs anywhere in sight.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize that he had left the town square and entered a side alley until someone slapped his behind, leaving a red handprint.

The slap brought him out of his musing, and as he quickly turned around, he saw a younger-looking man with a cocky smile standing behind him.

"Hello, sugar, how much for a good time?"

Adam looked shocked at him, wondering if he had heard correctly.

,,What?''

The face of the young man changed with Adam's response, and he looked a bit irritated at Adam, even taking a threatening step forward.

,,I asked, how much do I need to pay to fuck you?"

Now it was Adam's turn to look irritated, but the look quickly smoothed itself out again.

Adam gave him a seductive smile and took a step forward so they were only inches away from each other.

"Well, why didn't you say that to begin with?" said Adam, dragging a finger down the other man's body.

The cocky smirk was back on his face.

"How much do you want, slut?"

Adam looked at him from under his eyelashes. ,,For you...''

He let his hand wander down the others body, and with a quick movement, he grabbed his crotch with his right hand. The other let out a pleased groan when he did that.

,,Nothing, as long as you promise me to fuck me good and hard.''

Adam gave him an almost shy smile.

"I like it rough."

The other man had an almost feral look on his face while watching Adam.

"That's something that can be arranged."

Adam gave him another seductive smile while hooking his right hand under his belt and dragging the other man behind a wall.

The other man quickly pressed Adam against the wall and started to grope Adam's ass, smacking it and slithering his hands under his small shorts.

"Fuck, you are such a whore."

Adam hummed back in pleasure, grinding himself forward toward the other man.

,,But not for you.''

Before the other man had been able to comprehend what Adam had said, he had already grabbed his head with both his hands and ripped into the other's mind.

Information was flashing behind Adam's eyes. He was taking everything he needed, and when he was done, he let him go.

The other man immediately took a step back. Blood leaking from his ears and eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?" he shouted.

He was walking like a newborn, and after a couple of steps, he collapsed.

Adam watched him lie on the floor, groaning from the pain.

He took a step forward, and when the other one saw this, he tried to scramble away from him.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

Adam looked at him innocently.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you want me anymore?"

The other one was rubbing his eyes, trying to get the blood out, still trying to scramble away from him.

,,YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!''

"I'm a freak," he hummed. "Well, at least I don't force someone to sleep with me, Frank."

Frank froze at that. Looking at Adam through bloodshot eyes. "What?"

Adam gave him an unsetteling smile full of teeth.

"Oh yes, I know your dirty little secret."

He tensed even further, looking at Adam warily.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

His eyes strayed from Adam, desperately searching for an exit.

Adam took a step further, his smile getting even more malicious.

,, Don't lie to me now; I know that you remember. Her name was Jessica, right?''

Hearing her name, his eyes snapped back to Adam. Fear settled behind his eyes.

,,Her soft skin. Her beautiful blonde hair.''

Adam took another step forward, while Frank remained motionless.

"Do you remember what you thought when you saw her for the first time?"

Beads of sweat started to form on Frank's forehead while his arm began to shake.

How you wanted to rip her pants off and fuck her in front of everyone. "How you wanted to show everyone what a slut she was."

Adam was now standing right over him, leaning down, and he created a shadow on his face, making his face look even more malicious.

"Or do you remember her screams when you stabbed her after you were done with her?"

Frank was shaking his head, and tears were starting to form in his eyes. Adam thought he looked pathetic.

,,How you dumped her like garbage. Wanting to get rid of the evidence,"

He was now sobbing uncontrollably. Tears were streaming down his face, and pitiful sobs were escaping his throat.

,,But you failed. I know your secret, as will everyone in this town, when I'm done with you. Then you can say bye-bye to your dream of becoming a quarterback for some fancy team. You will only be known as a murderer and a rapist.''

He was now full-on shaking; snot was coming out of his nose, and the tears were still streaming out of his eyes.

,,Please. Please. Forgive me. Please.  ''

He choked out, looking up at Adam through his tears.

Adam just had a stoic look on his face.

"Did you stop when she begged for you to stop?"

Adam tilted his face to the side, looking Frank directly in the eyes.

,,No? Now you see how she felt."

Adam raised his right foot, and before Frank could even react, he stabbed his heel right through his jugular.

Pulling his heel out, the blood rushed out of Frank's throat, collecting into a big puddle.

It didn't take long for Frank to let out a couple of pitiful choaks before the light left his eyes.

Adam looked lazily at him, watching the blood still flow out of his throat.

He was watching it when suddenly his left eye started to tingle.

Suddenly there were pictures in the reflection of the blood, leaving him to see something he had never seen before.

Later that day, police discovered Frank's body. With him a suicide note, explaining why he had done it and where to find her body. Bringing closure to her family.