Hey guys! How are you? I'm back and so is everyone else. Ready to go back to East End one more time? Before we start, there something I have to tell you. As in the last story, I will be updating once a week, preferably on Sundays. I hope you guys enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it.

The air was heavy around her as she stood in the fiery pit; the fire licked her skin, but instead of a burning sensation, it merely stung her slightly. Tears rolled down her face as she saw the dark headed witch fall to the ground from exhaustion. The brunette witch screamed and pleaded for their tormentor to stop torturing the poor woman. This wasn't the first time she had seen this woman torturing the other, but it tore at her more and more, knowing that she couldn't save the woman. What she saw had already happened, she could not spare the witch on the ground the fate she had endured for about forty years.

"Helena, leave her alone!" she cried out as the older witch used her magic to pick up the fallen girl, strangling her.

"Melena please fight back!" Nyssa yelled. She tried to take a step closer to the witches, but the flames that were blocking her from her grandmother rose, making her take a few steps back involuntarily. "MELENA! MELENA!" she screamed as Melena stood there, lifeless, being choked to death. There was no more fight left in her.

"Nyssa! Nyssa! Little one, it's me. Please wake up. Nyssa" the young witch heard a voice calling for her. Nyssa looked up to see the source of the voice, but was met with piercing blue eyes. Nyssa froze in fears as she felt power radiating out of the young girl. Nyssa shut her eyes tight, trying to block these visions. All she could hear was a woman calling her name.

No longer was she being embraced by the hot fire, but by warm, soft skin. Blinking her eyes, the room slowly came into focus, but she could still see the emerald green curtains blowing in the wind. She tried to move, but the woman wouldn't let her go. Once she saw the familiar red wavy hair cascading off her shoulder, Nyssa realized who was holding her was. Nyssa quickly wrapped her arms around the thin frame for dear life. She tried to hold back the tears as her dream caused her to convulse in shivers.

"You are having those dreams again, are you not little one?" a soft, soothing voice said as she rubbed the younger witch's back. However, Nyssa kept quiet; she never wanted her family to know that the dreams of Hell haunted her. "Why?" Melena asked. Nyssa looked up at her grandma, her eyes blood red, from either the vision or from crying, she didn't know. "Why did you not tell us?" her grandmother asked quietly as she moved the stray hair from the younger woman's face.

"I didn't want to worry you guys. Especially with everything else that's going on," she admitted. The past two years had been bitter sweet for Nyssa and her family. Two years…they had flown by so fast! Two years ago she had met this woman in front of her. Two years since she had met the family she had always known about, but couldn't meet because of bad blood between her mother and her aunt. Two years since she had died and come back to life; Two years since she had knocked on her aunt's door and her life changed forever. Whether better or worse, Nyssa Rosalie Beauchamp wouldn't change it for the world. But with the good, there comes the bad.

"Little one listen to me. You, your sister, and your mother are the most important things to me. I do not care what it is, you can talk to me, remember that. Even if it's about your dreams, I do not mind," a warm smile crept on her face as she tried to comfort her granddaughter.

"I would…but that was something special between me and Dante," both faces fell at the mention of the warlock. It had been a year since Nyssa's world had crumbled. A year since she saw the massacre at St. John's church: the last time she had seen Dante. When they watched the Blue Bloods fighting for their lives in that church, Nyssa already knew that Dante would leave. As much as Nyssa's family tried to get her to open up about her visions, she wouldn't unless it was absolutely essential.

At first Nyssa didn't want Dante to know about her visions, but when he found out that she was afraid to go to sleep after her trip to Hell, he revealed to her that he had the ability to go into a person's dream. She did not want him to see the horrors that haunted her each night, but after the first night she allowed him to enter her dreams, the nightmare seemed almost to go away. Even the ones that would have normally scared her she felt she could handle, as long as he was by her side. But since he left a year ago, she had never felt so alone, awake or asleep. He has tried a number of times to reach her in her dreams, but most of the time she wouldn't allow him to enter. It hurt her too much to know that he was so far away, that she couldn't protect him; that maybe one day, if she allowed him to continue to enter her dreams, he would stop because he was dead.

"Nyssa, you know he had to go, he had obligations to the coven," Melena tried to reassure her granddaughter. Nyssa knew it wasn't because Dante wanted to leave her and her family, it was because he had to. Dante was a Venator, a cop, or solider, for the Blue Bloods. A Blue Blood was an angel that had once worked for Lucifer, the ruler of the Underworld, in the Great War between Heaven and Hell. As punishment for their insubordination, those who were on Lucifer's side were banished to this world to redeem themselves. However, the catch was in order for the fallen to survive, they had to consume the life force of the mortals. They became known as vampires. Usually the position of a Venator was held by a Blue Blood, but the coven saw that he was different, essential. They also saw this in Nyssa too, but she didn't want to work for them and a part of her hated Dante for being a part of them. Nyssa was not a big fan of these vampires, or any vampires for that matter. When she used to live in New York, she didn't really talk to the vampires, partly because she had no desire to, but there was this unsaid division between her kind and theirs. The only one exceptions to this rule were Alex and Bliss. Even with Bliss, she had her own problems. Despite that, Nyssa owed the young vampire more than her life, but her family's life. If it weren't for Bliss, her family would still be in Hell, under the control of Helena, her vengeful Aunt.

"No," Nyssa shook her head bitterly. "He didn't have to go, he could had stayed here with us!"

"Nyssa, you know that is not the man Dante is. He is an honorable man, a man of his word. And if he did not go, that would go against everything he stood for." Even though Nyssa hated to admit it, Melena was right. If she made Dante stay Nyssa knew he wouldn't be happy. He was the type of guy to pick and choose his battles wisely. And the ones he did choose to fight, he was in it one hundred percent. Ironically, what she hated about him, she also loved about him. Nyssa knew Dante was upset when the coven had decommissioned him from being a Venator for a while. It wasn't fair that he was temporarily fired because he was doing his job, but to be honest, Nyssa was glad it wasn't because of something that he did. No, it had been because they would not believe him when he backed her for saying that the Silver Bloods were back.

Silver Bloods are vampires who feed on other vampires, those who still sided with Lucifer. The only reason they knew those vampires were back being because Nyssa was attacked by one two years ago. But before they could tell the coven about it, Freya was going to die. Nyssa traded her life for Freya's and Helena took this opportunity to take control of the young witch's body. However, because Helena broke her end of the deal, Nyssa was able to return to her body and so did her family. But, when Dante told the coven that the Silver Bloods were back and Helena had attacked them, the coven decided to not believe him and decommission him. Not long after, he moved down to East End, because Nyssa's uncle asked him to. There, she got to know him and, eventually, fell for him. No… she could never go that far. If there was one thing that she had learned in her life it was not to fall in love. It would only lead to hurt and pain. She had seen it too many times with her mom, and Nyssa did not want to go through that.

"I'm going to go make some breakfast. Any requests?" the older woman asked as she got out of the bed.

"Non-burnt toast," Nyssa said with a smirk.

"You are not going to let that go, are you?" Melena crossed her arms.

"No," Nyssa swung her legs off the bed and started to head towards her closet.

"It's harder than it looks without magic."

"You just put it in the toaster!" The younger witch yelled out from her closet.

"You are feeling better," Melena shook her head. "For that I am glad," she said as she started to walk away.

"Melena," Nyssa yelled out. Melena stopped in mid step and turned to her granddaughter. Poking out her head from her closet, Nyssa gave her a smile. "Love you too," smiling back at her, Melena turned around and headed towards the kitchen. Nyssa felt blessed that she still had her family; now it was time to make it whole.

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