Klasma: An uncanny alliance - Rogue witches

 Klasma: An uncanny alliance - Rogue witches

// We're back with the Rogue witches. 

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Mystic Falls - Mystic Grill- Sunday - 9:30 PM

Abigal's jaw clenched as she set her green eyes upon Matt, the bartender. He was getting her cocktail ready and seemed every bit like a normal human being. She wasn't sure if the man was aware of his friends being supernatural creatures. The witch tracked the Cursed One to Mystic Falls and she started to realize that it made sense. She pinched her lips together and grabbed the cocktail Matt extended her.  She scratched her chin because she felt a familiar sensation in her chest. A fellow witch had entered the bar, one from her own coven. Abigal turned her head to the left and found her fellow witch. It was a tall and lanky redhead with a dark green top and a pair of black leather pants. She sat next to Abigail and ordered a beer. 

"What brings you here, sister?" -Abigail asked as she brought her glass to her lips-

"I have been following you since New Orleans. I wanted to see if you were determined to find the Cursed One."

"Is that so? Why is that? I thought I was the only Rogue witch of our coven?" -She mused and lifted a brow.-

Abigail was considered a traitor by her coven because instead of focusing on her sisters, she was chasing a ghost. Very few witches believed old legends, especially not the one about an 800-year-old witch who had betrayed her coven. They thought that Abigail had lost her mind when she claimed the Cursed One was real and was responsible for way too many witches' deaths. How could her coven allow this abomination to roam the world freely? Abigail thought that ignoring the problem was only going to let it fester and become worse and worse over time. She thought that they should have killed her upon learning that she helped their enemies. For Abigail, there was no forgiveness, no fraternizing with the enemy and helping them! The Cursed One worked with the Mikaelsons, she saved their lives, she was punished but it didn't feel enough for the Rogue Witch. It was far from it.  

"You're not the only one. I saw the truth in your quest a while after you left. We can't allow a witch this powerful to still be alive and work with our enemies."

"Are you doing this because you're scared of her?" -The redhead shook her head.- "You're not afraid?"

"Fear is a hindrance. I know she's powerful and far more than any of us could be on our own but she doesn't have the advantage of the number and genuine support. My name is Elaine, nice to meet you." She tilted her bottle of beer towards Abigail who hit her cocktail against the bottle. "She is alone. We aren't."

"Abigail Jones. You can call me Abby, sister. And you're right. We aren't alone. We have each other." She then shrugged. "The Mikaelsons won't help her. They would leave her stranded and that is when we would strike. When she's alone, vulnerable and powerless. We will need a plan."

Elaine laughed and she patted Abigail's shoulder. She was happy that their encounter went so well. Abigail felt relieved to have some support. She wouldn't be hunting on her own and she would be able to fight the Cursed One with backup. it made her furrow her brows for a minute because she noticed Stefan and Damon Salvatore but since she didn't have beef with them, the witch decided it was best to save her strength for something more meaningful. Something bigger.