Chapter 10: Qetsiyah's Secret (R-18)
This chapter is 6,806 words. I just started writing and kept on writing. This chapter will see a lot of AU personalities. Personalities are explainable with a little inference from canon material and others justifiable by the circumstances of this story.
Also, it is December 12, 2009, on the timeline.
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"Representational Magic is a magical practice in which one uses representative objects, generally totems, to manipulate reality," Sol explained to Bonnie as he finished creating the totem of Bree Bennett.
"So this witch is in danger, and we're going to save her with a doll?" Asked Bonnie.
"And a little something extra." Sol replied with a smirk."I was going to use my blood, but this a great moment for you to learn what it feels like to be channeled and how to identify the witch channeling you."
"What does my blood do? Give it power?"
"In a sense, yes. Using your blood is an act of linking magic, contagious magic, and blood magic. Your blood has a connection with the blood in Bree. With the right spell, that blood will link the doll to Bree."
"Then whatever we do to the doll happens to Bree."
"Yes. This is why a Bennett never gives out their blood. It protects us from our enemies and holds together many of the incantations that our ancestors have done."
Bonnie nodded in understanding. She then held out her hand, and Sol took the blood that he needed.
"Now pull out your talisman. This is going to take some juice."
Sol then placed a serpentine obelisk on the table. "Tess, watch my back!"
Tess appeared in the corner of the room and gave him a wink.
"Alright, Bonnie-Bear, repeat after me."
The twins then channeled their power and began to chant together. The incantation was long, specific, and required a hell of a lot of energy. A few minutes later, the power needed was sucked from the obelisk, and the spell was finished.
Bonnie panted with an exhausted smile, and Sol looked at her with pride.
"Look at you! If you weren't here, your Bonnie-bear would barely be able to light a candle, " Tess spoke from the corner of the room. "This time, things will be different, and our family will win."
"Don't start your Oracle shit, Tess," Sol called out, and Bonnie looked across the room but didn't see a thing.
" Alright," said Sol, "Tell me what protection magic is ?"
" Protection magic: allows witches to provide protection to a target as a sort of insurance. Protection can vary based on the user's requirements. In this case, Immediate death. How do we know when she's dead?"
"The totem will burn. And by the time we get back from Richmond, Bree should be here."
Solomon looks to Tess, and she gives an affirming nod.
"Alright, get your stuff, pack an extra pair of clothes and bring your phone charger. Oh, and Grams is coming too!" Sol shouted as Bonnie was already halfway up the steps.
"So Tess, when are you going to teach me that divination magic that you're so good at?" Sol asked.
"When you're as strong as me." She quipped, " Besides, I told you before. Divination doesn't work on you, love. I can only see those around you. Just keep following my plan, and all will be well."
"Tess, don't fuck me. "
" I won't. I've been betrayed many times. And I would never put you through what I went through."
Solomon gave her a firm nod, and she smiled at him before vanishing.
'To think this place is where the laws of the supernatural will be broken. But I need to find a way to speak to Grams without Tess around. Her divination tricks aren't adding up. She told me the obelisk would save a Bennett, I thought she meant Bonnie when I first made it, but now I know it was really for Bree.' Solomon thought to himself with a wrinkled brow.
"Okay! I'm ready!" Bonnie shouted as she skipped back into the room with a bag.
Sometime later, Solomon swung by the Fell house and picked up Xiao Meifeng. Then they stopped by Whittmore College to snag Grams.
"You feeling alright, Grams?" Sol asked as she got into the truck.
"Best I have in years, don't worry about me, baby. Who's your friend?"
"Xiao Meifeng, exchange student and mystic"
"Mystic? I thought your kind was a myth." Grams was shocked and directed her question towards Meifeng.
"Me too. I grew up in love with fantasy and myths. I wanted to become a doctor of occult studies. Then I stumbled upon the Oracle bones." Meifeng explained.
Grams was shocked, and she eyes Solomon. He nodded at Grams, silently confirming Meifeng's story.
"Do...Do you still have it with you?" Grams asked.
"Yes, I'll share if you share. Honestly, at this point, I'm just having fun with Solomon."
Grams smirked at Solomon and mouthed, " I like her."
After that, the group got on the road and arrived in Richmond a few hours later. They then rented a room and got some rest.
When the morning came, they went to a coffee shop and met a scholarly vampire named Slater. He spent his immortality learning and collecting degrees. That was something that Sol and his Grams could respect.
"Hey. Solomon! I was just going to call you, man! You disappeared like a phantom. " Slater greeted Sol as he entered the coffee shop.
"How are you doing, Slater? Did you get that stuff sold for me?" Sol asked.
"All done, my friend. And I got your note. It turns out those people are friends of mine." said Slater.
"Perfect. Keep a line open and wait for my call. So show me my money."
Slater took Sol over to his computer and showed him a bank account set up with many zeros.
"2.5 million is a killing," said Sol, " Can you start putting money in Bitcoin?"
"Bitcoin? That cryptocurrency shit will never go anywhere," said Slater.
"Don't listen to him, Sol," Tess chimed in.
"Do you work for me or not?" Sol asked Slater.
"Yes," he replied.
"Then move my money where I say. Also, what do you know of grimoires? I heard vampires like to collect them. Sell them on the market with blood slaves, potential sire, and Werewolves." said Sol.
"Yes, but Sol that place is—"
"It doesn't matter. I need grimoires. You get the connections and invitations, and I'll bring the money." Solomon interrupted him.
"Alright, my man. Whatever you want. So I have your cards printed. All you have to do is swipe."
"Good. Can you make a piece of land disappear?"
"After you purchase it, yes."
"I'll get you the address. Now I have business to handle. This is my family, whatever they need, Slater."
"Whatever they need," Slater replied
A moment later, Solomon was back on the street while Grams moved money to Whittmore College to save her department from budget cuts. Bonnie got a new car, and Xiao Meifeng purchases a car, property, and forged Documents. Meifeng didn't plan on going back to China after her program ended. So, Solomon offered to help. He also figured she would be useful for his and Tess's plans.
Sol took his time as he made his way to a gated manor. When he reached the gate, he was stopped by a few good men that asked his intentions.
"The 34th star expands the heavens and illuminates the soul," Solomon spoke cryptically.
The men look at each other and then led Sol through the gate and to the Great Hall. Looking around, Sol sees the Freemason lodge is in session. A moment later, one of the ten 34th-degree masons in North America appears from thin air.
"You seek an audience with a grand wizard?" the man asked.
"I'm here to take back what's been stolen," said Solomon.
"Boy, you've come to the wrong place." the man spoke.
Solomon sighed. He looked at Tess, and she gave him a nod.
"In 1717, Edward Teach transported a woman name, Dorthia Harding, to Virginia. This woman bewitched Teach and was the one pulling his strings, capturing ships of witches fleeing the old world. In 1718, Teach died, and the woman no longer had his name to protect her. This Lodge killed her and took everything she collected. And like most real witches, she was never taken to trial and was killed in this very hall before it was demolished and reconstructed, of course. Shall I go on?"
Many of the masons were confused as a majority of them didn't practice magic. Truth be told, human members were mostly cattle for sacrificial rituals, payment to vampires, or dormant werewolves.
"Obviously, this man is si--"
Snap!
Sol moved his fingers, and the man's neck snapped, killing him instantly. Sol then channeled Tess's Talisman that was around his neck as he prepared for battle.
"Geisterstamm, hilf meiner Arbeit, versiegele diesen Raum mit dem Licht des Himmels." Sol muttered and all of the doors look and the hall was seald of until the sun went down or he decided to unseal it.
"Who are you?" the man in charge asked as he witnessed such power in a boy of his late teens, early twenties.
Sol scratched his head. And snapped another neck. This time it was the neck of a male witch that he sensed in the crowd.
"I'm going to give you a chance to fight back. You have three seconds." Solomon was talking, but he was chanting an incantation simultaneously in his mind.
"You don't want a war with us." The man spoke with the usual arrogance of men who felt special because some organization put rank on them.
"Diffindo!"
The 34th-degree mason then lost his head to the severing spell. One of the most overlooked magic tricks is the attack spells—one-word or short phrase spells that are designed to kill or severely maim. The amount of power all depends on the bodily strength of the target.
" Nox Incendia!" The room erupted in black flames due to the long-ended mental incantation that took time to perform. The flames were abnormal and grew more intense as they feed on flesh. It archaic dark magic.
"Witches are so arrogant! This is what you get for thinking this is a game!" Sol shouted as the men scream and struggle to recite incantations to free themselves.
"You won't put out the flames because your minds are weak! All of that fancy ritual magic has done nothing to strengthen your minds for high-pressure situations!" Sol lectured the dying without an ounce of remorse.
"Tess? Where is this room?" Sol asked.
"It's cloaked at the end of the hall," she replied.
Sol walked through the room of fire, and the dying screams of men played like a sweet symphony, and he was the masterful conductor. As he made it to an apparent wall, he lept to his left as a spell blew a hole into the wall.
Sol turned around to see a badly burned. "Deleatur!" the man screamed, and another blast of magic shot forth.
"Aspernor!" Sol repelled the attack then shouted, "Membra huius beluae obtorpescantur."
The man's body went rigid as he was bound by magic, completely immobilized. Solomon looks at the man that dared fight back and chanted, "Et pestem usque ad cineres ardeat."
The man's magic stopped flowing, and his skin began to burn again. His body swelled with boils, then pop! He exploded.
"Damn, you are good…" Tess admired his work as she looked over his shoulder. "You know the uncloaking spell?"
"Just as you taught me." he replied, "Phasmatos Oculacs."
A door then appeared. Sol touched the nob and muttered, "Aperiatur," the lock clicked, and the door swung open. Solomon walked through the door and shut it behind him.
He looked around the room as his mouth hung ajar. "Tess, this a lot more than a small collection."'
"Only the Bennetts can communicate freely with each other on the Otherside. Other witches occasionally come and go like wandering spirits. So sometimes, information is a little shooty." Tess explained.
The couple looked around the large room lined with books of various sizes and conditions. In the middle of the room were desks with books laid out and cases with artifacts on display. The air smelled of old parchment.
Solomon sighed. "How the fuck am I supposed to get all of this home?" he asked.
"Call the family." said Tess, "Between you, Grams, Bonnie, and Meifeng, you can do the teleportation spell."
"I have one better, " said Solomon.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"A witch's knot linking to the room. Then this Message Spell that I saw in Emily's grimoire. A lot less power and more likely to keep Grams alive when this is over." Solomon explained. "Send the knot as a message, and it takes the room along with it."
Tess laughs. "That's my boy."
"You're the one that told me a great witch is magic. As the architects of the supernatural, there's always a way. In human terms, Critical thinking solves problems." Sol laughed.
He then pulled out his phone and called Grams. They arrived thirty minutes later and helped Sol link the room to a witch's knot. The three witches and the mystic joined hands and chanted in unison. With their talismans aiding them, the knot burst into flames and vanished. A moment later, the building rumbled, and walls cracked as the reliquary filled with grimoires and artifacts vanished.
When Sol, Grams, Bonnie, and Meifeng looked at the room's location, an entire section of the wall was missing, along with the floor and ceiling. They could see into other rooms, and people looked up with shocked eyes and disbelief.
The Bennetts and Meifeng chuckled as they left the Great Hall. When they made it to the gates, Grams noticed a boundary spell and used it as a teaching moment for Bonnie.
"Boundary spells operate on a delicate scale. This boundary is attached to the walls and gates. It's the composition of materials they used to make the walls and gates that fuel the boundary." said Grams.
"So, how do we figure out the composition?" Bonnie asked.
"It doesn't matter," said Meifeng.
"Right." said Grams, " All you need to know is how to offset the delicate balance. And one way to do that is by adding a disruptive material. One material we have with us all the time is witch's blood."
Grams cut her palm and whipped the blood on the stone walls. The boundary then shattered like glass. Grams pushed open the gate with a smile.
"Rule 1 in boundary creation. Attach your boundary to a source hard to corrupt," said Grams.
"Like the sun." said Sol, "Come on, let's get out of here."
Back in Mystic Falls, the mason lodge's reliquary appeared behind the Witch House, where Bonnie and Grams empowered the talismans. Sol wanted to send it to Grams' house but assumed it would draw more attention than leaving it on land protected by a hundred plus dead witches.
Later that day, Meifeng and Bonnie went on a little shopping spree while Grams and Slater constructed a program that went along with the donation they planned to send to Whitmore College to support Grams' Department.
Of Course, Solomon suggested, more so, Tess suggested that they swallow the failing Comparative Folklore study at Duke University. The lead Researcher disappeared a year ago. It was being held together by a post-graduate research assistant who was in danger of running out of grant money and had yet to find a doctor to lead the study and give her the credibility she needed to publish her years of work.
Grams thought it was a wonderful Idea, and Slater had contacts at Duke University to make it happen. Tess emphasized the importance of bringing the Research Assistant to Whittmore as well. So Slater emphasized her presence in his letter to his friend at Duke.
"Tess, why don't you tell me why you need a mundane woman," Sol spoke as he waited for a call, downstairs with a cup of coffee and darkness.
"You won't stop asking until I answer, right?"
"Yupp."
"She is the foremost expert on everything you and your family need to know about what's coming," said Tess.
"Is that so? And the moonstone you had me take? Emily's Grimoire, Bree Bennett, the Tomb, all of it is connected to the Breaking? The big Prophecy that you always reference and vaguely explain?"
"Yes. I'm getting the ducks in line to keep you safe and hopefully change the future." Said Tess. "We're doing good so far. You're doing a fantastic job. Because of you, the world will know wonder again. And we will step out of the Darkness."
"Save the 'we the people' shit. I know you, Qestyiah. I was going to go behind your beck and learn the magic that you have neglected to teach me, Divination. In the history of magic, no one has ever been as accurate as you. This 'future' is a lie, isn't it?"
"Solomon, you need to focus on--"
"I will end our deal! You teach me magic. I help you—that simple. The moment I say, I'm done. The deal is off, and you can torment me all you want, but it won't change the fact that I won't be working for you anymore."
Qestiyah looked hurt. "Y-you...you wouldn't do that."
"You practically raised me. But if I can't trust you…" Sol paused.
Qetsiyah needs him. She needs him more than she cared to admit. They were made for each other. No one will ever connect to her the way that Solomon does. Because, like her, Solomon is an anomaly.
"You were never meant to be born… Your mother was never meant to get sick, and your grandmother was never meant to find the Lodge wear the Bennett witches died. Xiao Meifeng was supposed to come to Mystic Falls and leave like a momentary breeze. She was never part of this story. The me that I am is not supposed to be. I died, and I woke up somehow merged with my past self."
"So you're an incarnation of yourself. And you don't see the future. You know the future. And I'm working to change it because you don't like the way you died?"
Tess rolled her eyes. " We are working to stop my death from ever happening. To manage the world's key events and change a future that would be bad for every witch in the world. A future brought about by my rage and unchecked lust for revenge." Tess explained. " I need you, Solomon. I never expected you to show up in my life. You are a blessing that changes everything."
Solomon exhaled. "What is the breaking? You said that it will change the rules that govern the supernatural. But what the hell is so big that'll cause ripples throughout the world and cause the Bennett line to go extant?"
Qetsiyah contemplated if she should tell him or not. Her old self didn't trust a man, but the new her trusted Solomon and believed in their connection. But there was always the chance that he would take the information and run with it.
"A hybrid. A vampire and werewolf as one. The moment that happens, the ripples will affect the world for decades. Necessary ripples that can be very beneficial for us if navigated correctly." said Qetsiyah.
"Okay. Now this a partnership. Communication, Tess. Now, who do we have to kill to make this happen?" Solomon's phone then rings, and he gives Qestiyah an apologetic smile.
"Hello?" he answered the phone.
"Solomon Bennett? This is Bree Bennett, the spirits told me where to find you, and I saw your note you left for me on your door," she explained.
"Yeah, you died, and I saved you because your mother asked me to—simple protection spell. We're out of town right now. So I need you to call one of those vampires you lodge and tell them to burn down your bar. Call on one of those runaway witches. On that you trust, tell them to bring all of your magic goodies to you. And when you collect the insurance on your bar, I'll match it, and we will buy the Mystic Grill. Can you do that?"
Sol waited for an answer.
"Y-you saved my life. So, yeah, I can do that."
"Fantastic. Now stay in the house and do not leave. If Damon sees you, he will kill you." Sol looked at Qetsiyah. He then said, " We still need him for something big, so you'll have to put your revenge on hold."
"I got it."
"Well, see you soon, Cuz. And make yourself at home." Sol then ended the call.
"Thank you," said Qetsiyah.
"You know I can't leave you hanging, YahYah."
Qetsiyah rolled her eyes but lightly blushed at the childish nickname. "I told you--"
"I know. It's Tess now," he spoke nonchalantly. " So, I need to manage my money and take care of business. You can watch if you want….you know I get a little anxious when you leave."
"Honestly, I only leave to find you side jobs because I know you need the money," Qetsiyah admitted, and Solomon smiled to himself.
"Tell me the details about the Hybrid shenanigans later."
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When morning came, Tess told Solomon everything about the Orginal Vampires, a group of extremely powerful vampires that are known for being the first of their bloodlines, the progenitor to their respective bloodlines, and the first generation of vampires, which makes them the oldest, fastest, strongest, and most powerful vampires in the world.
Niklaus Mikaelson is the Original Hybrid, to be precise, and the fourth oldest sibling among the Originals. Also, a bastard of Alpha Werewolf. He is violent and megalomaniacal, though he tempers his aggression with an appreciation for fine art and worldly pursuits. His legend precedes him throughout the supernatural world as one of the most feared beings alive. But his Werewolf side was sealed away after he was magically turned into a vampire with the rest of his family. Breaking that seal and merging the two species is what Qestsiyah referred to as the Breaking. The event that would change everything.
Around noon two days later, The Bennetts and Meifeng finally left Richmond and made their way back to Mystic Falls. The human world didn't work like magic, so a few things were unfortunately still in limbo. Bree was waiting on Insurance money, but she did get all of her valuables delivered, and Sol now had a runway witch at his house as well.
Grams' donation was also in limbo as Whitmore processed her request to bring in a new research program and went through steps to approve it as they all wanted a piece of the money, but they would soon find out that Professor Shelia Bennett (Grams) is the wrong witch to steal from.
Meifeng and Bonnie got their new cars, but Meifeng still had to wait for her forged documents and property purchase to go through the proper channels.
Naturally, Meifeng drove herself home, and Bonnie followed Grams and Solomon. When they arrived at home. Bonnie changes clothes and left again as Caroline had been blowing up her phone. Grams was whopped and went to bed as she had to go to work the next and Sol had to take her since her car was still at the college.
Solomon then took some time to speak to Bree and the runaway witch Cedric Morose. Solomon simply explained that Bennett's were stronger together, looking after one another. As for Cedric, he seemed to be Bree's little plaything, so he was okay with whatever she was okay with. This seemed to amuse Qetsiyah and fan the flames of desire within her. But it wasn't her time to return yet.
Solomon then followed his Grams lead. He showered then went to his room to sleep when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He opened it, and Cedric told him that Miss Gilbert was at the door.
Solomon groaned, put on a pitch-black robe, and went to the door. It was cold, and Elena was bundled up, but Sol seemed to be unphased. He wore flowing black pajama pants, no footwear or shirt, and an open satin robe that fell to his ankles and covered his wrists.
Sol looked at Elena as she stood outside, shivering. "Arent you going to invite me in?" she asked.
Sol wasn't amused by her joke, and she picked up on it. "Please, Mr. Bennett."
Sol turned to his side, and Elena quickly went into the house. A few moments later, She was in Sol's room, and he snapped his fingers to light the fireplace.
"I didn't know this room had a fireplace," she said.
"Magic, Miss Gilbert. It is an amazing thing," he replied.
"I can see that." she examined the exquisite fireplace. Obviously, it was a product of Solomon's refined taste. She then looked to the side and saw a library on the wall with more classics than Bonnie cared to know, but it was an amazing collection to her.
"That's ...Oh my god… That's Prometheus Bond… What edition is that?" she asked in awe.
"My addition. Language was apart of my studies. Greek was one of the first languages that I learned. Everything on my shelf was translated by me, crafted by a Booksmith in Germany on behalf of Madam LaRue." Solomon explained with pride as he remembered the first lessons he received from Qestiyah and the countless hours he spent mastering languages.
"That's incredible. Stefan has a collection, but this is unbelievable." Elena spoke as she looked over the shelf and countless books of antiquities, the middle ages, the renaissance, revolution, the romantic Era.
"If you understand the language and develop a system, you can translate as many books in a year as people read. Add in the fact that I had nothing else to do, I accomplished quite a lot, and I didn't have to become a vampire to do it."
Elena sighed as she thought of what Bonnie told her that day in the Mystic Grill swirled in her mind.
She then turned around and looked at Solomon. "I'm sorry, Solomon. I really am. I had no idea that any of that was going to happen. One minute I was being rescued from my bleak and shitty life by this mysterious stranger, then I had a secret bigger than me. Everything was so fresh in my life since the first time my parents died. And when Bonnie told me her secret, I was thrilled and Idk… I just didn't tell her about Stefan when I should have."
"So what?" said Sol, "You come in and complement my books and then say sorry and explain your deep, complex teenage feelings, and I'm supposed to what?"
Elena was at a loss for words.
"Say something," Sol growled, and Elena trembled. "Hmm? Hello? You came to talk, so let us talk. None of that bullshit, pity me, because my parents died and my life sucks, and I have no idea how to overcome struggles, white girl give-me give-me nonsense."
Cold, callous, real, and concise. Solomon Bennett was unlike anyone she had ever talked to. But she had yet to see the feelings that Bonnie talked about. She then wanted to know why she was so interested in how he felt anyway.
"I- I said I'm sorry. I apologized and expressed myself... I don't know what else to say." Elena partially whined, or she just had a naturally whiney voice that only served to piss Solomon off.
"They're dead. Your parents died. Mine left me and in a magical nut house where the wards murdered each other to perform sacrificial magic in an attempt to escape. Your immature aunt adopted you, and you've been raising yourself ever since. I was overseen by psychopath magic orderlies that loved to punish people for no fucking reason until I learned enough magic to kill them. You had a whole town to care for you, including my sister, and I only had an hour to speak to her every other day…"
"Stop! Please! Stop! I get it, okay...I get it." Elena's eyes watered, and her shells were melting away. Her throat was seemed dry, but she managed to speak again while the truth burned her from the inside, courtesy of a spell that Solomon was mentally casting.
"I was always like this. I love attention. I crave it. I love excitement, thrill, and when I found out Stefan was a vampire, it made me feel like I was back at the bottom of that river, trapped in a car. Every second may be my last. It was euphoric. After my parents died, I accepted it within a month. But I loved the way that everyone catered to me. 'Oh Elena, I'm so sorry,' they said, 'if you need anything, just tell me' ' No, don't do your assignment. You're excused for the rest of the term'. Solomon, it was the best I ever felt. It was all in the palm of my hand…
Then I felt it slipping. Then he bumped into me in the hallway, and you show up at the Mystic Grill. I was excited, two new mysteries... two new toys. Then the secrets and danger came, I was back... back in the...churn. It was riveting, and I forgot… no, I neglected my best friend's safety."
The room was tense. Elena and Solomon held a blazing gaze, and Elena's chest visibly raised and fell as evidence of her exhilaration.
"You're not shit," said Solomon.
"I'm not. And honestly, I don't care," she whispered, signifying its status as a secret.
Solomon smirked. "Why live a lie?"
"Because people love lies. And I want to be the main character that I write about all the time in my silly fanfictions." Elena smiled.
Solomon busted up laughing. The girl is a nut job.
"She's just like every Petrova Doppelganger that came before here," Tess spoke from the corner of the room.
"Get out, Tess," Solomen growled, and Tess reluctantly left.
"Wow! You are crazy... I knew it." Elena spoke in an awe-inspiring near whisper.
"Bonnie wasn't in any danger," Solomon admitted without entertaining her comment.
"Really? I actually felt bad that!" Elena exclaimed, and Solomon chuckled. " Believe it or not, I like Caroline and Bonnie a lot more than I like anybody else."
The effects of the truth spell were still going. So Solomon just spoke freely as Elena's reactions and thoughts were nothing but honest for the time being.
"Grams and I were there the entire time. And I also knew about Stefan and Damon. I actually warned them long ago. That Damon's a fucking idiot, and the desperate to beloved Stefan will get you killed. You know that, right?"
Solomon moved and grabbed a small box, taking out a pre-rolled joint. He sat on the edge of his bed and lit it with his index finger. Elena rolled her eyes, took off her coat, and sat next to him.
"You're such a dick," she said as she took the joint from him. She took a few strong inhales, held it, then releases a cloud of smoke saturated with her worries.
"I wanted to smoke so bad this summer, but I had to play big sister for poor little Jermey, and honestly, it is exhausting. And come to find out, I'm not even his fucking sister. I was abandoned as a baby, and the Gilberts took me in." Elena laughed.
"Damn. So what are you going to do about the vampires? You threw me a line the other night. But that was because you like Caroline. "
Elena laughed. "I got you pegged. You're just like me, aren't you? I thought you were the psychopath that didn't have to act. I was so envious. Turns out you're a magical psychopath, and it kinda makes me wet."
Solomon chuckles and snatches his joint back.
Elena rolled her eyes when Solomon didn't react to her words. "Stefan and Damon have this weird fetish about a girl who looks exactly like me. You should have seen Damon pyning after me in Georgia. It was more amusing than the doe-eyed blonde. Then I put on the cute drunk act he was drooling! The cutest part is when he killed the witch and tried to hide it from me. Naturally, he can't corrupt sweet little me!"
Elena fell back on the bed and sighed. " It feels so good being here, Sol. I really thought you were mad at me. At first, I thought, fuck him. Stefan and I broke up, made up, and you were still there in my head. Then I came over, and you weren't here. But now you're back, and I feel better because you are exactly who I thought you were. You killed her, didn't you?"
Solomon smirked and didn't reply. Elena shot up and practically straddled him as she grabbed his face to look into his eyes. "The girl from the witchy store. Bonnie said you were getting laid. So I had to find out who was fucking. When I did, she was already missing."
"Witchy Store? I don't know what you are talking about. But if you don't get off me, I'm going to be fucking you." Sol spoke in a chill tone as he took another hit from his joint.
Elena's faced turned red, and she pulled her hand back, but she didn't move.
"I'm glad you finally revealed your true colors. But I still don't like you around my sister. And at one point in my life, I was innately attracted to you but not anymore. You understand if we do this, you're nothing more than a whore in my bed. That means your gone before the sunrise. I need to take Grams to work."
Elena's words were caught in her throat, but she nodded that she understood. Before she knew it, she was on her backside, and her clothes were being stripped off. Solomon was already hard as a rock, and Elena had been getting wetter since the first time her body trembled.
Solomon lined himself up and plunged into her moist tight folds. She hungrily took his full length and moaned under the brutal assault of his strokes. Her pussy splashed and was churned to erotic cream that gushed forth with no end. Her body was on fire and her mind reeling.
'What is this feeling?' 'So good' "I-I'm going to cum--already?!'
Elena's thoughts couldn't keep up with her body as something about the strong, well-built dark-skinned man turned her on to no ends and coaxed her pussy to behave in the most vulgar and unruly ways. She tried holding back her rippling climaxes, but Sol held her petite body, toying with overeager, supple breast, and messed her little pussy up like she was a whore in a side alley, and it dove her crazy.
Elena's moans filled the room, and her hips bucked In rhythm with Sol's thrust as she became cock drunk and craved deeper pleasure. Elena lost count after her third orgasm, and Sol dumped his seed into her horny cunt. She thought it was over, basking in the glow of their lascivious deeds, but Solomon only turned her around and took her from behind. Touching her deeper, knocking at her womb as his heavy hot balls smacked her aroused clit.
Sparks ripped through her body as he struck her core with the intent of wearing her out. A new pressure built up in Elena. Her body tensed, then she shook and contorted with ceasing pleasure as Sol pulled out and pushed her forward onto the bed. His spunk shot out in thick ropes, coating her back and ass while her pussy squirted for the first time.
Sol pulled her back, and all of her energy was nearly expended. Grabbing her hair, Elena knew what he wanted as she opened her mouth swallowed his raging rod. Sloppy and enthusiastic, she impressed Sol by working his cock. What she lacked in experience, she countered by the way her delicate hand fondles his balls and desperate attempts to throat his cock. Sol pulled out with a pop, and Elena gasped for air. With a euphoric smile of happiness, her giggles rang out as she reached to stroke his marvelous stick some more.
Sol planned to use her until he was finished. He put her knees to her chest, smacked her red puffy pussy, and she nearly lost her mind in pleasure. Sol knew her abused slit was beyond tender and plunged his large cock into her virgin ass giving her new pleasure. Elena's pussy squirted instantly and seemed to go on the more he pumped her ass, which seemed intent on milking him dry.
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Pah!
Sol smacked Elena's little ass. Her small cheeks jiggled, much to Sol's amusement. Elena moaned and rolled over, still naked and soiled in a mix of their juices.
PAH!
"Wake up!"
Elena moaned again as she roused to the world of the wake. She looked around until she realized where she was. Felt her sticky body and still leaking holes. Elena smiled at the memories of the night and stretches her body in a cat-like manner.
"I fill so light today. What did you do to me? I talked to you like you were my diary." she sang.
"Shower and get out," Sol said as he put his shoes on to leave.
"Wait.. don't you have some type of spell to get your scent off of me. My boyfriend is a vampire, you know?" she called out in that natural whiny voice.
"Not for you. Let's see how you play this one-off," Sol smirked and left.
Elena sighed and fell back in bed. She laid back and reminisced for a bit. She had never been so horny in her life. Last night, even her pussy did things she didn't know it could do. She grabbed her phone and search 'Squirters xxx' 'Anal Fantasies'
She watched for a while, rubbed on out to the memories of the night before, then went to shower before leaving. She smelled like lavender, but she was sure that Stefan would be able to smell Sol on her.
She simply shrugged and smiled at the challenge it presented.
At this point, Solomon had already taken his Grams to work and was at the Witch House, exploring the room that he stole from the Mason Lodge. He spent the day cataloging the books and moving them to the Witch House. When Grams got off work, she went to the Witch House to help him out.
When Meifeng finished her club activities, she joined them as well. They finished a few hours after nightfall and looked at a few artifacts. One of them was fake, but the rest was cataloged and put in the Witch House.
A few days later, Meifeng had a house and her new documents. Grams' program had gone through, and she made it clear that stealing from her department fund would lead to bad shit happening. Bree's insurance claims were open and shut. With a bit of witch compulsion. Sol and Bree had bought the Mystic Grill.
The days that followed were filled with mundane work, dates and bonding time with Xiaofeng, practice with Bonnie, and time at Whittmore Getting to know the new research assistant and all of her research collected over the years.
Most importantly, Elena knew a few seniors that graduated but were still around town. She set Sol up on blind dates, and he gave them a night of pleasure, then sacrificed them to power his Serpentine Obelisk.
Solomon and Elena were by no means a thing. It was like they had this unspoken understanding and the sacrifices were merely for Elena's amusement as she wondered how so many dead people would benefit him. The night they shared happened a few more times, but it became the only time they actually spent together. It wasn't like Sol was going to take her to a movie and mini-golfing.
Solomon actually spent more time monitoring the werewolves Tyler and Richard Lockwood. Sol had worked his magic and drove them to kill a human, activating their curses. Qetsiyah wasn't sure if Richard was a werewolf, so that was a pleasant surprise. He actually made friends with Tyler and was with Tyler when he got a call from Bonnie.
"Yo!" he answered.
"Elena's asking about Emily's Grimoire for the Salvatore boys. They have another vampire involved too." Bonnie explained.
"Take Bree and Cedric with you and go see what they want. If they not about serving about money, then we can't help him," said Sol
"Bree and Damon? Is that a good idea?" Bonnie asked.
"Yes. Mediate the problem, Bon. You got this." Sol then hung up to get back to drink with Meifeng, Tyler, and a few girls and guys at the Lockwood Swim Hole.
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