Asma Jensen (TVD): A brand new world
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« Why are you doing this to me? I did nothing! I did nothing! »
Echoes of the past, screams, and tears. As she brewed the potion for Freyja, the white witch couldn't help but question her relationship with the Original. He saved her 800 years ago, from her master's brutality. A day which should have been horrific for her turned into celebration and freedom. Elijah and his siblings came into the plantation and slaughtered every master they could find. She would never forget the day she met the brunet. Her master was above her, ready to rip apart her clothes when he was beheaded with one swift motion of Elijah's hand and she was splattered with blood. Her terrified gaze set upon the man who simply left after he tossed around a handkerchief for her to use. She asked for his name, in a trembling voice and he gave it to her in exchange of hers. At this time, she didn't see him or his siblings kill the other masters or kill some of the slaves who witnessed their deaths. She didn't know they were vampires and truly believed they were gentlemen who simply righted the wrongs.
They met again, several years later when she grew up into a powerful white witch. Her coven was well hidden and extremely protective of one another. Always on the move until they would reach the kinder North where they would start all over again. It could have just seen it. The story of a witch who was saved by a vampire and who grew old and died. Unfortunately, life took a different turn. Elijah came back into her life, discovered she was a witch, almost accidentally since they were both in the same place. Once he was sure she indeed, was a witch, he came to her when Klaus found himself into another predicament and asked for her help. It was a shocker for the young woman who discovered that her savior was her sworn enemy. A vampire. Yet, she didn't hesitate and performed a counter-spell on Klaus that saved his life. A witch of her coven saw the whole scene and reported her to their supreme, who in turn punished the young Oya to eternal life.
« Since you love those freaks so much Oya, you're going to live like one. You would be cursed with eternal life, unable to bond with anyone in fear of watching them perish in front of you. You would never be loved. You would forever be alone! »
And she cursed her. Her hair turned pink, her chestnut eyes were now golden.. she was forever marked by the curse and couldn't hide, at least not at the very beginning. She had to be distant from other people, had to refrain from helping others and expose her witchcraft and spent very lonely centuries. Elijah was the only company she had and even his visits were very occasional. He always came to her because he needed her help. It always was a sibling or himself but she accepted it. She felt compelled to, because he did save her life and because she was meant to help others with her gifts. So today, when Elijah came to her because he needed a potion for his sister, she didn't complain. But she started to resent him.
Elijah walked around her shop as he always did. He enjoyed the way she organized the place. It was tidy, neat and it smelled good. She followed him with her golden orbs, allowing herself to remove her sunglasses when he was around because he knew her. She wanted to say something, ask him why he only came to her when he needed her help and not because he wanted to see her? She wanted to ask him how come she knew about his life, every single bit of it but he didn't ask about hers? She wanted to ask him what she meant for him but then realized it would be stupid to ask because she knew the answer. She came in handy. She owed him. She allowed him to have this relationship with her so she should put all the blame on herself, to begin with. He looked at her for a brief moment and smiled. Her knees became weak and she had to hold onto her table not to fall.
Her heart was knocking against her ribcage as she couldn't help but think he was quite attractive. Parts of her wished that he did came to her because he wanted to see her and see how she was doing, but in this age and year, she realized that it wasn't the case. Besides, as the two of them small talked, he mentioned yet again, Hayley. She noticed it in the way he said her name and the way his eyes gleamed that this Hayley had to be very special to him. It achieved to break her heart. Asma, as she called herself now was certain he probably heard the sound but wouldn't understand what that meant since they never talked about their relationship.
« The potion is almost ready. » She informed him until she took a deep breath and looked around for a trinket to rely on so she wouldn't feel as pathetic as she felt right now.
« Thank you, Oya. You're always so helpful and thoughtful. »
« It's... Asma now. Oya is dead Elijah. Dead from the very day I was cursed. » She mentioned to him with bitterness in her voice. He heard it well, and it did make him feel guilty. That was the reason he always came to her for help, so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't need anything and always she seemed to be well-off by herself. He lacked sensitivity to actually realize that she needed his company but not enough so he didn't see that he would have to play along and comfort her to keep her from turning against him and his family. He walked towards the witch and gently put a hand over hers.
« Asma, I apologize. I should have known better. » She looked up to him, to his tall frame and his glorious jaw. Her breathing became more labored and she chewed at her bottom lip.
« It must come in handy for you, that I am immortal. So you could have some white witch at your disposal for a quick potion, a difficult spell ?. » She sneered at him before she looked away from his face. « Look... Elijah, I'm just saying.... you could come over more often. I could really use some company. After all these centuries, I think I have deserved to spend some more time with you don't you think? »
« I wish I could stay longer, but always I do have an important matter to deal with. I am keeping in touch with you and have someone around to watch upon you. »
« I can handle myself very well Elijah. I am a witch, remember? I am not looking for protection. I am looking for....companionship. » She managed to say and yet still wasn't able to tell him how she truly felt for him. What was the point? He was smitten over that Hayley and if it wasn't Hayley it would be someone else like it used to be Katherine. He held her hands tighter and gave her one of his secret smiles. One that never failed to make her swoon.
« I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible and we could talk. Besides, if you're looking for companionship, I can certainly advise you to go out there and make friends. You can't spend your eternal life on your own. »
« I survived 800 years already. » She lost hope. At this point, he was basically telling her to see somewhere else for companionship. He meant well, she knew it, but it stung really hard that he'd rather have her meet other people than spending time with her. She faked a smile. « I can survive eternity on my own as long as nobody's troubling me. » Bullshit! She couldn't. Not anymore. 800 years were too much already and she cruelly needed companions. He knew that after having spied on her for so long so he simply smiled and kissed the top of her head, as he always did when she was grumpy.
« No. You can't. » She didn't move and simply glanced at her cauldron.
« It's ready. Let me put it in a bottle for you. » She said, fumbling around until she found the empty potion bottle she used to store her potion. « There. Freyja should not worry anymore, in a matter of hours she'll be back onto her feet. If she ever needs to learn new defensive spells, she can knock on my door anytime. » Her voice was heavy and he noticed but he simply smiled at her, took the potion and waved his goodbyes. She watched him leave her shop and closed behind him.
They had that complicated relationship she was perfectly aware of. One where she felt grateful he saved her life and he felt grateful she saved Klaus. He watched her, she always knew that, but he said it again as if to reassure her that he didn't just use her abilities to extricate himself or a loved one from a complicated situation. She watched him, by helping him with her spells and yes, they had small talks everytime he found her so they knew where each other were at with life but it ended there. It couldn't grow into anything else and she knew that.
Asma craved companionship, she craved to talk to others, have friends. Yes, Bonnie and Elena often came to her shop so Bonnie could be taught a few things about white magic and both could receive emergency help. But Bonnie was a fellow witch who didn't know the whole story and was busy helping vampires. Damon was handsome, really tortured more than her and there was the issue, or so they thought. He needed stability in his life, he needed a woman who would not be afraid to do crazy things and talk to him straight in the eye when he was straying away. Elena was that for her. Elena was different from Asma because she had friends, she had a life. Asma was still afraid to walk around and make contact because of her immortality. She already lost her family, her friends and even worse, her coven, some 800 years ago because she helped a vampire. So, if she couldn't help Damon why would she be around him? If she couldn't help Stefan how could she be around him? Or maybe she believed she couldn't help them because she never met them.
He urged her to trust herself and go out there, meet people, allow herself to become more than the scared little soul in her boutique. It was a sound advice he gave her and maybe the first step she would make to move on as well. She wanted to experience life, find love, feel safe and laugh and cry and love.. she wanted all of that and she was ready to get it. The pink haired witch grabbed her green bomber jacket and wrapped it around her long white summer dress. She would go out there and let fate decide for her!
(TBC)
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