Unexpected DNA

Chapter 26

" You translate, you drink." Matt says giving me his phone to fill up my glass again.

"Okay. What the hell am I looking at here?" I asked him as all i see is him laying on a couch.

"So, over the summer, I went to Prague, met a girl. She followed me back here. Then, her boyfriend put some kind of spirit thing in my head." he said. Oh oh.

"Oh, dear. This is bad." i tell him. "Some guy named Kristof, he, um— he activated you. He's a Traveler. Travelers are a faction of witches. They're big on spirit possession. You've got one inside of you. It's kind of like a human parasite that's hitching a ride in your brain." I informed him.

"So how the hell do I get it out of me?"he asked. I just can't seem to take a break can't i? Please tell me this isn't what i think it is.

"That girl, the one that followed you back from Prague, was she, um, I don't know, feisty, a little accent, ridiculously beautiful?" i asked him.

" Pretty much, yeah. Her name was Nadia." he said with a smile. Ugh, fuck me. I gotta pee again. After i was done in the bathroom i made my way back to the bar only to see that matty-blue was gone, perfect. I quickly grabbed a bottle alcohol and ran. On my way to hide at some dark corner i found Stefan sitting at a table by himself.

"Hey stranger!" I great him. "Lookie what i stole." I show him my bottle. "Knock yourself out." he said getting up ready to leave as i sit down on one of the chairs.

"Hey! Come on! Please. Just have one drink with me? Please. Stefan, I've had a bad...year, really. And it would be nice to have a friendly face." he let out a sigh of frustration but sat back down.

"One pity drink."

"See? The universe at work. I don't know if you know this, but our doppelgänger stars are fated to be together. So, like it or not, you're going to end up with someone who looks like me. Although, the universe seems to have all of its eggs in the Elena basket; but at this point, I don't really blame it." I tell him taking another shot, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat into my stomach.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked.

"Other than the joint pain, the receeding gums, and the fact that I have to pee every five minutes, I'm dandy. But hey! Enough about me. Why are you all by your lonesome?"

"So I could avoid talking to anyone." he said causing me to laugh.

"Well, if you did want to talk to someone, I'm right here. And, uhh, let's be honest, I'm wasted, so I'm not going to remember." i told him after taking anothet shot.

"Look, I thought that killing Silas would allow me to move on with my life, but I was wrong.  I spent my summer locked in a safe. One minute, I think I'm fine, and the next, I feel like I'm dying all over again." he tells me.

"Oooohh. Classic PTSD. You survived a pretty traumatic event, and now you're back, and you've got nothing but free time to just relive that terrible experience in the safe. Well, allow me to give your life purpose. Help me with one little favor?"

"Should've known this was gonna come around to you needing something from me."

"I'm just trying to help. What would I know about post-traumatic stress? I only had my newborn ripped from my arms by my judgmental father. Then, I had to run 500 years after my entire family had been slaughtered by a psychopath, and having to abandon my second daughter when she was nothing but a six -month old baby trying to protect her, but hey! That didn't have any lingering side-effects." I said getting up to leave. But Stefan grabbed my arm as i rushed pass him.