Immersed

by jazzywazzy08

After the death of her grandmother Bonnie moves from one supernatural infested town to another; drawing the attention of the Quileute, the Cullen family, The Volturi, and finding that her family's history with the supernatural runs much deeper than she ever thought possible.

1. Part One: Arrival

Title: Immersed

Rating: M

Genre: AU/AH/Crossovers

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Jacob, Bonnie/Edward (One-sided), Bonnie/Demetri (One-sided), Bonnie/Klaus (One-Sided), Klaus/Leah, Tyler/Angela, Caroline/Embry, Bella/Matt, Stefan/Elena, Alice/Jasper, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Charlie/Abby, Liz/Rudy, Damon/Katherine, Paul/Rachel, Sam/Emily, etc.

Summary: "Bennett witches has always been immersed in the supernatural. It is something that we can't get away from. The connection is fathomless, endless, and deep. No matter how far we run, the world of the unknown and the unnatural always finds us. We don't get normal, we never have and we never will." After the death of her grandmother Bonnie moves from one supernatural infested town to another; drawing the attention of the Quileute, the Cullen family, The Volturi, and finding that her family's history with the supernatural runs much deeper than she ever thought possible.

Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Torture, Non-Canon, etc.

Author's Note: This my friends is a respost! For the sake of this story, the Lockwoods and the other's affected by the curse are werewolves, the Quileute are shifters or skinwalkers, and also the Salvatore and the like in Mystic Falls are vampires, and the Cullens are the "Cold Ones"; yes there is a difference other than the obvious which will be explain and has to do with witches, because witches have to do with everything in the fic. Also please don't complain if folks are out of character in moments, I am going to attempt to keep this as in character as possible but it is hard with crossovers. Also, please don't bug me about ships, if you ship Bedward, of Blackswan, or Blackwater, or whatever, good for you I am happy for you and I share your sentiments, but those ships will not appear so…well sorry I guess, but not really. Lol. Um also this chapter is informative more that storytelling so bear with me. This fic is TV show and Movie based and I am ignoring both book series even though I have read them both. So basically when Bella arrives in Forks, her father is not as alone as she initially thinks as he has been living with Abby for the past five years or so, Abby didn't leave Mystic Falls because of Mikael, but rather because of her failing marriage. I am trying to make Bonnie's parents a little more likable. Also I hated the fact that Charlie was so fucking oblivious of everything because Bella is not really that good of a liar and some of that shit was right in front of his damn face and so I am going a different route with him in this fic. As far as ages go, in the beginning of this Bonnie and Bella are both sixteen and Jacob and Jeremy are fifteen because I said so. Um this takes place directly following episode 1x14 of TVD and in the Twilight movie, it is right before the incident with Bella, Tyler, and his car. Also let's just pretend that they are in the same year and some characters are getting the axe but I am not sure which ones yet. I didn't get a chance to do any rewrites like I wanted to. There are probably tons of errors in this but oh well I am sorry but there was no time to edit. Alright so here it goes. Happy reading!

Part One: Arrival

Mystic Falls, Virginia

The last person that Bonnie Bennett expected to see when she looked up from where her grandmother's coffin was being lowered to the ground was her mother. But there she was, black dress, dark curls, umbrella in hand, and her brown eyes much as Bonnie remembered them. A child always knows its mother and in that moment as Abby looked at her, Bonnie knew hers. They were boring into her, those eyes, and Bonnie felt a mixture of emotions. Anger. Sorrow. Love. But the last two emotions were the most consuming; guilt and remorse. Somewhere in the back of Bonnie's mind she had always thought that her mother had left because she never wanted her, that she resented her existence, and now that Bonnie had taken away not just the only mother that Bonnie had ever really known in all this time, but Abby Bennett's real mother; Bonnie knew that that resentment would only grow tenfold; and as much as she hated to admit it, it mattered to her.

Bonnie may have hated her mother for leaving, but she loved her mother just the same. She had lost her Grams; and even if Sheila Bennett had been a crazy old bat that drank too much and rambled off about the supernatural, to the rest of the town, she was everything to Bonnie. Sheila had been all that Bonnie had had left, and Bonnie had allowed her to die. Bonnie knew that as soon as the burial was over, her father would be gone, or perhaps he would even wait until the next day. Either way, Rudy Hopkins, would be off on another business trip, Bonnie would be sent to her aunt's until she could cope with things without falling apart, and her mother, Bonnie would likely never see her again.

And so, as people began to line up and throw dirt over her grandmother's coffin, Bonnie took the time to memorize hew mother's face. Even consumed with grief, Abby Bennett, was beautiful. Even through the rain, that Bonnie was almost sure was falling in place of her own tears as she could no longer cry, her mother was the loveliest woman Bonnie had ever seen up close. She remembered her hands, her voice, and her smile. But the memory that kept plaguing Bonnie, even as she took in her mother's features, was the memory of her walking out of the door. Still she could not resent her for it, not as much as she wanted to. She had lost too much and it made her long for her mother even now.

It wasn't just Grams who was lost to her, Bonnie knew. There was also Elena Gilbert, her best friend, whom she could never look at in the same way again. There was also her home town, every street, every building, and every look in every person's eyes that she had known since before she was born, a reminder of what she had lost, and of who she once was. Her innocence was gone now, any naivety that she had once had, now buried six feet underground. It was all so surreal, and yet she could feel herself becoming a different person.

There were many to blame. She blamed herself, for wanting to save Stefan, someone in all actuality that she had barely even known. She blamed Elena, for wanting the same, for coming up with the plan, for screaming so that Stefan was forced to run back in and save her. She blamed the Salvatore brothers, for being what they were, and who they were; especially Damon for sacrificing her grandmother's life for something that wasn't real, for someone that was never really there to begin. It had all been for nothing.

Her Grams' words kept ringing in her head about how witches always managed to be wrapped up in vampire business no matter how hard they tried to stay out of it. She had been right and Bonnie could feel herself being pulled in deeper and deeper. How long had it been now? Already, Bonnie had been attacked by Damon, kidnapped by Ben, and now the biggest loss yet, her Grams. It would only get worse, she knew. She could feel it, and she had no idea how to protect herself from it, her Grams wasn't there to show her anymore.

Bonnie jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned slightly to face her father who was holding an umbrella over both of their heads. "Go on," he said, nodding her forward. Sighing, Bonnie turned back, her body stiff. She was on autopilot as she took the steps forward.

Reaching out her hand, she dropped a white rose onto the surface of her grandmother's black coffin. She watched blindly as it hit the surface. Swallowing hard, Bonnie took a deep breath and forced a small closed mouth smile. "Goodbye, Grams," she whispered, "I love you."

Bonnie sent one last look in her mother's direction, before she walked with her father in the direction of his car. She wasn't aware of the moment when Abby repeated Bonnie's farewell to Sheila and then followed.

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Forks, Washington

Bella Swan had only a few days to dwell on the enigma that was Edward Cullen, before her father told her of the death of his girlfriend's mother and suddenly the Cullens didn't seem all that important. Charlie Swan wasn't a talkative man by any stretch of the imagination, and he had never been one to be outwardly affectionate. However, when Abby Bennett had received the call from her ex-husband, informing her of Sheila Bennett's death, Bella was able to see a side of her father that she had never seen before. The man had held Abby as she cried, he had whispered comforting words into her ear. It was the first time, in a long time, that Bella was actually able to see her father in the human sense. That she could see the kind of man that he truly was.

Bella looked at the only picture that Abby had of her daughter. It sat next to the picture that Charlie and Bella had taken last time Bella had been in Forks years ago, on one the end tables in the living room. Abby looked so young in the picture, and her daughter couldn't have been more than six or seven. Ten years, Abby had said, she hadn't seen her daughter in ten years. Bella couldn't imagine not seeing her mother for that long, even now the separation was weighing down on her.

Her decision to move in with Charlie had been self-sacrificing, she had thought at the time. She would be leaving her mother to start life on the road with her new husband and she would be coming to Forks to take care of her father. Her father hadn't needed taken care of, however.

Bella had expected to see what she had always seen when she came to Forks, Charlie, as quiet and reclusive as ever, the ghost of her mother and their former life together haunting every room. Much of the house had been the same, minus a few of her mother's things, and Bella's room had been the same, it had been Charlie that had changed. He was still not the most talkative man, and he still had no idea what to do when he stepped into a kitchen outside of eat, and he still didn't have many friends to speak of outside of Billy Black and Harry Clearwater, but he smiled more than Bella had ever seen him smile and when he did nine times out of ten it was in Abby Bennett's direction.

Bella didn't know much about the woman aside from the fact that she had moved to Forks seven years ago, had been dating Charlie for six, and had been living with him for five. It was funny that Charlie had failed to mention any of this to Bella during the infrequent times that they talked, but he had apparently been afraid of her reaction, or at least that was what he had told her.

In a way it was the truth. Charlie had been afraid of what his daughter would think of his girlfriend because Abby was a witch. A witch from a town that was apparently a hotbed for supernatural activity, and to Charlie's surprise Forks wasn't too far behind it. Abby had saved Charlie from a vampire one night while he was out on patrol and it was in that way that he was introduced to the supernatural. Abby had been helping Charlie protect the town ever since then and they had somehow found each other along the way.

As much as Charlie wanted his daughter with him, he hadn't wanted her to be in danger of the things that hunted his town, but as Abby had pointed out to him, there were vampires and Cold Ones everywhere, and at least if Bella was in Forks they would be able to protect her from them; and so he had agreed to move her in even if he knew he would have to lie and deceive his daughter in order to protect her. Abby had wanted to do the same with her own daughter but by the time she had realized the regret she had in leaving her, her ex-husband had already decided that it was too late and had kept her from seeing Bonnie. But Sheila Bennett's death had changed things, and now Abby hoped that when she came home that she would be bringing her daughter with her.

Bella left the living room and walked into the kitchen where her father sat staring at the phone on the wall. She sat down across from her father at the kitchen table. He was silent, his expression somber. It had been an odd thing seeing him smile so much, but now that she looked at his face so full of doom and gloom, she missed it.

"She was so quiet when she left," Charlie said, looking at Bella as if he weren't really seeing her, "So silent. It was strange. She's always had a mouth on her, you know." It was the most words that Bella had ever heard her father string together at one time and so she stayed still and listened. "Billy always said that that was why she was so good for me," Charlie continued, "She always says the things that I couldn't. He calls her my backbone." Charlie laughed a little at the thought. "When someone like that…," he said, "When they get quiet…that's when you worry. The problem is she's always been the one that's good at talking so I…I don't know what to say to bring her out of it."

Bella reached out her hand and awkwardly patted the hand that her father had rested on her table. "It's okay, dad," she said, fumbling slightly on the last word, "Maybe, her daughter will."

"If she even wants to talk to her at all," Charlie shrugged. His face turned serious, and Bella knew what he was going to say before he said it. "I know this is asking a lot of you," he said, "You just got here yourself. You're still adjusting to things…but if Bonnie gives Abby a chance, she's gonna want her here with us. Bonnie needs her mother, she's always needed her mother, but especially right now…. I know it isn't fair to force you to deal with not one stranger to you but two…" Charlie fumbled on his words, not knowing what to say to make it alright for everyone.

"It's okay," Bella said, taking pity on him, "I get it. I understand." It didn't really matter if there was another stranger in the house, everyone around Bella was virtually a stranger in spite of the fact that she had once called this place a home of sorts. Besides, she would be lying if she said that she wasn't relieved that she would no longer be the only newcomer.

"Thanks, Bells," Charlie said, and for the moment his smile had returned.

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Mystic Falls, Virginia

Abby Bennett smiled softly as she watched her daughter sit down beside her on what had once been her mother's couch. She could remember every moment she had spent with her from the time she was born to the time that she had left. Abby had gone in search of a normal life. She had been selfish and self-serving, leaving her only child in search of her own form of release. Her love for Rudy had turned to contempt almost overnight it seemed. Their marriage had seemed like a suffocating sort of trap. The town that laughed at her mother and attracted danger like the plague didn't help matters. She had wanted to bring Bonnie with her but when Rudy had denied her, the fact that she had no job and no real place to stay going in his favor in winning custody of Bonnie, she had decided to pursue a normal life on her own. It had taken three years for Abby to realize that she wasn't going to find normal anywhere with the supernatural in the world, something that her mother had warned her about before she had left. Once Abby had settled in Forks after realizing as much, she had tried to contact her daughter, but Rudy had prevented it, saying that she was three years too late, and really she didn't blame him.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are," Abby said, as she hesitantly reached out a hand. She wasn't surprised when Bonnie moved away from her. She hadn't expected a warm reception. She knew that if not for the fact that Sheila Bennett was dead, she would not have been contacted by Rudy at all. "Your dad tells me," Abby whispered, "That you were with her when it happened."

Bonnie bit her bottom lip, her black dress suddenly itchy and uncomfortable. After a moment of Abby staring at her, she gave her stiff nod. She had expected the woman to be gone already. She didn't know whether she was happy or sad that Abby was still there.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Abby asked.

Bonnie sighed, before she finally spoke. "Do you want the real story," Bonnie asked, "Or the one that I've been telling everyone?" She wanted to talk about it with someone, someone that would understand. Elena, was no longer in that category, even though she had lived it with her. Elena had lost her parents so she knew what it was like to feel grief, but she was too wrapped up in Stefan Salvatore to share Bonnie's pain or her regret. Her mother however, shared her powers, she also shared her love for Grams even if she had left them both.

"You can tell me whatever you want to tell me, sweetheart," Abby said. She placed a hand over the hands that Bonnie had folded in her lap and waited.

It was the term of endearment that became Bonnie's undoing. She would remember missing that more than anything. Her mother holding her hand when something bad happened, and her mother calling her 'sweetheart'. The floodgates opened and from beginning to end, Bonnie told her tale. "She's gone now," Bonnie said at the end, the tears that she was unable to spill at her grandmother's funeral, finally coming, "It's all my fault. She shouldn't have been down there in the first place. If I had just stopped pushing. If had just let Stefan go. I knew that she was weak. Stefan wasn't in any real danger. We could have come back and tried again after she was stronger. I could've come back myself, it was my choice that did this. It wasn't worth it, Damon didn't even find that stupid bitch Katherine and, yes now Stefan and Elena get to be together, but at what cost."

"I don't blame you," Abby said, through her own tears, "She wouldn't blame you, so don't blame yourself. She loved you, she would have done anything for you. I should have been here. It shouldn't have been her in that tomb. It should have been me. You're my daughter and losing you wasn't worth it any more than losing her was. Maybe if I hadn't gone, maybe she wouldn't have tried so hard to hold on to you. I'm the reason that you were both so afraid to lose each other-"

"It doesn't matter now," Bonnie said. She pulled her hands away from Abby and wiped at the tears on her face. "Whoever takes the blame won't be able to bring her back," she whispered, "Nothing can bring her back." Bonnie didn't want to hear her mother's words of consolation and pity. "I know you came here to say goodbye to her," she said, "You've done that. You don't have to stay for me."

"Oh but I do," Abby said. She could see that her daughter was in pain, but she could also see the fear under the surface. The fear of rejection, the fear of being left alone. "I came back for you, just as much as I came back for her," Abby told her, "I've been trying to get in contact with you for years."

Bonnie looked at her then. She was sure that the woman was lying but there was nothing but truth in her eyes. "Then why haven't you been able to….," Bonnie trailed, before she could even finish asking the question. She shook her head and laughed bitterly. "Dad," she stated. He was always so quick to do what he thought was best for her, whether she had the knowledge of it or not. Yet, he never took the time to actually spend time being a real father to her, outside of the few days a month that he was actually in town. "Why did you leave in the first place?" Bonnie asked.

"I wanted to leave your father," Abby said, "Not you. When I realized that it meant leaving you both, I could have made a different choice but I didn't. If you want to blame your father for keeping me from you, then blame me for giving into it for as long as I did. I truly thought that you would be okay. You had Rudy and in spite of all the wrong that was between us I knew that he loved you and you had your Grams. I thought that I could find a normal life out there somewhere and that once I settled into it, I could bring you into it. I was wrong."

"Grams said," Bonnie sighed, "That witches couldn't stay out of vampire business no matter how hard we tried. I guess she was right."

"There are a lot of things out there, sweetheart," Abby said, choosing to be candid with her, "A different breed of vampires you've never seen before. There are werewolves here in Mystic Falls as well and shifters, beings that more naturally walk the line between animal and man, in other places. There's a whole world of supernatural beings out there. Creatures that even the Salvatore don't know about, and creatures that don't know about us. I know…I've seen them."

Bonnie shook her head. She was in shock and confused and yet she didn't see why she would be. After finding out what she was and what the Salvatore were, she should've known better. There was still so much that she didn't know. So much that she had been ignorant of all of this time. She had been laughing at the thought of being a witch not too long ago and now to discover that it was all true and that there were even more beings out there, more unnatural than even she or the ones that she had seen already. "There is no normal anywhere is there?" Bonnie asked, "It's all a lie isn't it?"

"Bennett witches has always been immersed in the supernatural," Abby stated, "It is something that we can't get away from. The connection is fathomless, endless, and deep. No matter how far we run, the world of the unknown and the unnatural always finds us. We don't get normal, we never have and we never will." It sounded harsh but it was the truth. "Still," Abby said, "If there were a normal I wouldn't have you as a daughter, not really, because as much as this is all confusing you, these powers are a part of what makes you who you are. If we were normal we wouldn't have the power to protect our own. If I had normal then I wouldn't have Charlie. Who needs normal?"

"Charlie?" Bonnie asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Abby nodded. She wasn't sure that it was the right time but she would have to tell her eventually. "Yes, Charlie Swan," she said, "I've been living with him for years now. He's my better half, you might say. Human, a good man. The chief of police in the town I live in with him now. Divorced and has a daughter, like me. He knows about the supernatural, knows about me and he's okay with it. He accepts me, and no one outside of your Grams has done that for me before. If I didn't want you to meet him first and he hadn't want me to meet his daughter Bella, well we might even be married by now."

Bonnie winced as she envisioned her mother having another family somewhere. But she hadn't made it seem like they were all one big happy family. "He sounds nice," Bonnie muttered, feeling deflated just the same. It was clear that even if her mother did want to see her that she wasn't planning on staying. She had a man and home waiting for her, wherever home was.

"We live in a nice little house, "Abby continued, trying to gage Bonnie's reaction, "In a small town. Forks, Washington. It's a little too gray for my taste but it's a nice place, good people. Charlie's daughter very recently moved in with us, he hasn't seen her in years either but they seem to be getting along okay." Abby took a deep breath and then forged ahead. "I thought that maybe," she began, "Given what happened…that you might want to try somewhere new…have a fresh start."

"You want me to come live with you?" Bonnie asked, once she realized where the conversation was going. Abby nodded and Bonnie didn't bother to hide her surprised. "And this Charlie, guy, wouldn't mind?"

Abby shook her head, quickly. "He's always wanted to meet you," Abby said, "He already has it in his head that you and Bella will be best friends and we'll all just be one big happy family. He does that a lot, gets these ideas about people. She just got here and he already has his daughter married off to his best friend's son." Abby smiled when Bonnie laughed a little. "Even if he didn't want you with us as much as I did, I would leave him before I ever let myself lose you again, Bonnie," she said, becoming suddenly serious, "I mean that."

Bonnie nodded, even if she didn't necessarily believe her. "I don't think I can stay here," she said, honestly, "Not with these memories. Not with everything that's happen. I can't even look my best friend in the eyes anymore. I'm not saying I would want to leave forever, just right now, I can't stay." She looked around her Grams' house and she knew that she would never be able to find closure in Mystic Falls. Even if it meant leaving with the mother who abandon her, Bonnie knew she had to find an out somehow, if only temporarily.

"There are things you should know about Forks before you agree to this Bonnie," Abby said, "You won't exactly be leaving the supernatural behind, sweetheart."

Bonnie kicked off her heels and folded her legs beneath herself. It was odd that she felt so connected to Abby and yet so disconnected to everything and everyone, including Abby at the same time. Her grief had not ebbed and perhaps it was clouding her judgment. Still, Abby was the last person that she had that was connected to her Grams and a part of her was still a little girl that needed her mother. "Tell me," Bonnie said, turning to her, "I'm listening." Though, she had already made the choice to go with her, either way.

Abby began to tell her the legends that sounded much more impressive when leaving Billy Black's mouth than her own. Still Bonnie listened with rapt attention as she went on and one about the shifters and the Cold Ones. When she was finished, Bonnie looked somewhere between fearful, awestruck, and shellshock.

"A tribe that can shape shift into wolves," Bonnie repeated, blinking and shaking her head. It all seemed so illogical and farfetched, then again so had her being a witch once upon a time. "This other breed of vampires or whatever," Bonnie said, "How do they exist? Where do they come from?"

Abby frowned thinking about the witch in their line that had disturbed the balance in an effort to protect it. "That's a story for another time," Abby said. She studied Bonnie, unsure of whether or not her daughter had even processed a word that she had just said. "After hearing all of that," Abby pressed, "Would you still want to come live with me? Even if it meant getting the hell out if here?" She wanted Bonnie with her, but she wanted Bonnie walking into the situation with her eyes open. While she respected how Charlie was handling the situation with Bella, her being human, she wanted Bonnie to know what she was in for.

"Can you teach me what I need to know?" Bonnie asked, "I want to be better. I want to be able to protect myself and the people I care about. What happened with Grams might have been avoided if I knew what I was doing. If I had some direction. She wanted to give me that but she didn't have the time. If I walk into another situation like this without being able to know my powers and how to use them to defend myself, or how to use them period, I could end up dead." Maybe the spell had been too much for her Grams and experience wouldn't have mattered. But Bonnie had gotten kidnapped, and was unable to do anything. Bonnie had gotten attacked and wasn't able to do anything. She had looked down at her dead grandmother's body and had been able to do nothing. She never wanted to feel that powerless again.

Abby nodded in agreement her face determined. Even if Bonnie hadn't decided to return with her to Forks, she would have stayed to teach her daughter what she needed to know to protect herself and to make sure that the Salvatore knew not to darken their doorway again for any reason, least of all to ask her daughter to perform a spell; Charlie would have understood. But removing Bonnie form Mystic Falls entirely was her ideal solution. "I will teach you what you need to know," she promised, "And before and after you know how to protect yourself, I will protect you."

Bonnie nodded, trying to make sure that she didn't show that the words had affected her as much as they had. "I would rather be somewhere surrounded by the supernatural with someone that can teach me about it and how to protect myself from it then here where I have everything to fear and no one to learn from," she said, "At least not anymore." Bonnie knew that she was walking from one dangerous situation to another. Even if what the legends Abby had told her had been true and this family that she mentioned of a different kind of vampire that lived in Forks, didn't feed from humans, she was under no illusions. Stefan didn't feed from humans and yet he still brought danger in the form of Damon; and even he had had his weak moments. Besides every vampire wasn't like Stefan, who Bonnie no longer even believed in, so she doubted that this new breed that lived in and apparently outside of Forks didn't have those among them that wouldn't think twice about feeding from humans. Still she meant what she had said, she could learn for Abby if nothing else. "I have to talk to dad," she whispered. She hoped, as she was sure that work would take him away soon and that he was likely going to pawn her off on his sister anyway, that he would understand her wishes.

"Don't worry," Abby said, "I can handle your father. I won't take no for an answer, not this time."

"Who says I'm going to say no?" Both Bennett women turned at the sound of Rudy's voice. He had always known what his daughter was and what his wife had been and he had never liked it. But he had known that even without liking what they were, with Abby gone, Sheila had been Bonnie's best bet in dealing with her powers and so he had very few qualms with leaving her in the woman's care. Had he known that vampires were back in Mystic Falls he would have taken action weeks ago, but it was too late now; Sheila was dead, and his daughter had been sent through the wringer in his absence. He loved Bonnie and so he knew that now that Sheila was no longer an option, her mother could help her deal with her powers and protect her when he could not and in ways that he could not. He couldn't leave her in this town to be preyed upon alone again, he wouldn't. "This isn't the place for you baby girl," he said, "I'm not sure it ever was. Like your mother said, vampires and the supernatural are everywhere, I left it to Sheila to inform you of that and now that she's…the safest place for you right now is with your mother."

"Thank you, Rudy," Abby said. In spite of everything that had happened Abby knew that when Rudy acted it was rarely out of malice, he did what he thought was in Bonnie's best interest, even if other's thought that he was wrong. Bonnie would be well protected in Forks, and not just by Abby, as good as her friend's intentions were, it was clear to both her parents that Bonnie would not have that luxury were she to remain where she was.

Bonnie stood and walked over to her father. This wasn't like when Abby had left, even with his ever present need to flee home whenever he returned to it, that Bonnie was sure came from Abby's absence, she could see from the look in his eyes that this choice was not an easy one. He was doing this for her. She had doubted his love at times in the past, but she could clearly see it now. "I know that this isn't easy for you," she said, once she was standing directly in front of him, "I don't know how long I'll be gone."

She would miss him. She would miss it all in a way. In truth she missed her friends already. They had been thick as thieves since the first grade, those types of bonds didn't just dissolve overnight, no matter the loss. But their bond had somehow become fractured and Bonnie could not help but feel that even with their friendship, they would all move on without her. Caroline and Elena had each other. There was family left for both of them here even after the loss that Elena had suffered, while her own father had a job that kept him away and her grandmother had been buried that very day. Elena had Stefan, and now Caroline had Matt. They would drift apart eventually and Bonnie knew somehow that she was on the wrong side of things, that being what she was meant that she could never fully accept who Elena had chosen to be with, especially not after what had happened. So she would phase herself out and try and move on, become a strong witch, no a strong woman, that her Grams could be proud of. She just hoped that one day her friends would be able to forgive her for it.

"You stay as long as you need to," Rudy said.

"And if I decide not to come back?" Bonnie asked. It was a real possibility that she would not come back to Mystic Fall, whether or not she made Forks her home. She would have plenty of time to make that choice, plenty of time for things to change; whether they changed in favor of Mystic Falls or against was yet to be determined.

"Then I guess I will have to start selling pharmaceuticals in the Washington area then now won't I?" Bonnie smiled a little sadly and let herself be pulled into a hug. Her father was far from perfect but he was still her father.

"Really, Rudy," Abby said, as she watched them embrace, "Thank you for giving me this chance. You're welcome to visit whenever you like."

Rudy nodded stiffly. He wasn't sure that he would ever forgive her for leaving but she had just lost her mother and she didn't deserve to lose her daughter too. "Just make sure you take care of our little girl," he said.

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Forks, Washington

Two days later Abby was scheduled to come home with her daughter in tow. The town had finally found something else outside of Chief Swan's daughter to gossip about. If Jacob Black had to guess, he would say that Bella was relieved. He had been at the Swan residence since about mid-afternoon, because Charlie had thought it would be nice to having a helping hand with Abby's daughter moving in her stuff, and because Billy wanted to meet Abby's daughter; which kind of made sense because he basically worshiped Abby, though Jacob thought that had more to with the woman's cooking that her as a person. Jake couldn't really say that he blamed him, because even with the ungodly amount of time Abby spent around the rez helping out families and the like, he was pretty sure that most Quileute asked her about food whenever they saw her before they even said hello to her. As low key as it was kept, he was pretty sure that it was the reason Charlie kept her around as well, well that and the fact that she seemed to have no trouble filling the silence Charlie often left in his wake.

Jacob's motivation for being there was the prospect of Abby's cooking, the prospect of hanging out with Bella, and curiosity about Abby's daughter. Initially upon seeing Bella when she had come back, his childhood crush on her kind of resurfaced, but as he sat down next to on the front steps of the Swan's porch, listening to her complain about Edward Cullen skipping school because he apparently thought that she smelled or something, he was kind of getting over it. Admittedly she was pretty cool when she wasn't talking about Cullen or the many guys at school who wouldn't leave her alone, or rambling in that way that girl's did sometimes when they didn't know what to say and wanted to fill the silence, but he was pretty sure that despite Charlie's matchmaking efforts that they would end up just being friends. Still it was nice to have someone outside of the rez to hang out with, and he was pretty sure that he would be integrated into the Swan family for life whether Charlie got his wish and Jacob became his son-in-law or not.

"Do you think it will be weird?" Bella asked, him suddenly, "Abby's daughter being here?"

Jacob shrugged. "No weirder than Abby being here," he said. Even if they sometimes gave each other a hard time, Jacob had always liked Abby. He knew how much the woman had missed her daughter and so he was happy for her. He couldn't really remember his own mom and since Abby had been a fixture in his life for the past six or so years, she had become a sort of stand in. It was probably the reason that Jacob had never had a crush on the woman like some of the other guys at the rez, though even he could admit that she was beautiful. Sometimes when his dad went on and on about how lucky Charlie was, it made Jacob wonder about Billy's own feelings for Abby.

"That's just the thing," Bella sighed, "Having Abby here is weird, well for me at least." She looked at Jacob sideways, as if she expected him to judge her but Jacob could understand that. Abby being there was something that Jacob had gotten used to a long time ago, it wasn't the same thing for Bella. Bella shifted uncomfortably pulling her jacket, tighter around her. "I mean I like her and everything," she said, "She makes Charlie happy and that's awesome, I guess but…"

"It's weird," Jacob finished with a laugh. Bella nodded, looking somewhat sheepish, her dark hair blowing slightly in the wind. "Its okay, Bells," he said, grinning, "I get it. I'm pretty sure if my dad ever started dating I would have a heart attack, and not because of the chair, but because someone could tolerate him long enough to form a romantic interest." His grin widened when Bella laughed. "Besides," he continued, "Charlie is a different person when he's around Abby; that could weird anyone out. But I really don't think it'll be that bad. I mean, they suffered a pretty big loss, I don't really think that either of them will be too focused on giving you a hard time."

Bella nodded, suddenly feeling silly. "You're right," she said, playing with her hands that rested in her lap, "I'm just being silly." Or Edward Cullen's apparent rejection of her just had her on edge, and thinking that the next person she encountered would react the same way.

Jacob looked back and shook his head at the sound of laughter coming from the house, it was clear that their fathers were kids trapped in adult bodies. He laughed to himself as he wondered if there was some kind of cure for that kind of thing. "Nah," he said, turning his attention back to Bella and giving her a playful nudge of in the side, "Those two are being silly."

Bella laughed, again. Jacob made everything seem so easy. She wished that she could be like that. He had a knack for making her feel better, so she was grateful in that moment that he was there, even if they hadn't hung out as much as he probably wanted them to since she had gotten back.

Bella moved to speak but stopped as Abby's car appeared, followed closely by a blue Prius. "This is them I guess," he said. The first thing he thought was that he couldn't believe that Abby's daughter drove a Prius, because even though Abby drove Sedan, she generally liked cars with muscle. But at least the thing was eco-friendly, and being a native he kind of had to give Abby's daughter points for that.

He stood at the same time Bella stood. "I'm going to go let Charlie know that they're here," Bella said, before she disappeared inside. Jacob's own curiosity kept him standing outside.

Abby's car pulled to a stop first and Jacob smiled as the woman cut off the engine. He had already given her his condolences over the phone the day before and his dad had warned him not to bring Abby's mother up and so he decided to greet her like nothing had happened.

Abby was obviously of the same mind as the woman hopped out of the car with her arms spread, ready to hug him per usual. "Jakey," Abby squealed, purposefully in the most obnoxious voice she could manage. She laughed as he rolled his eyes, even as he allowed her to hug him. He had loved the nickname as kid but not so much as a teenager.

Jacob pulled back from the hug quickly, his eyes moving to the blue Prius. "There are girls here Ab," he said, "Can you at least pretend to try not to embarrass me?"

"Just be lucky that Bonnie is still in the car and I waited until Bella went inside," Abby smirked, "How is that going by the way? Charlie planning your wedding yet?"

"The question is Abigail," Jacob said, imitating her tone, "When are you and Charlie planning your wedding."

"Touché, Black," Abby winked. She turned slightly and was unsurprised to see Bonnie still sitting behind the wheel of her car, even though she had long since had it in park. She turned back to Jacob with a more forced smile. "I'll be right back," she said.

Jacob pulled his skull cap down tighter on his head and looked up at the gray sky as Abby turned to walk in the direction of her daughter's car. It was weird seeing Abby strain herself in order to smile, but he guessed that after what had happened that he would be seeing it a lot more.

Abby stopped in front of the driver's side door of Bonnie's car and knocked on the window. She watched as Bonnie sighed, before she nodded and moved to get out of the car. She knew how strange it would be for Bonnie to see her interact with Charlie, Billy, Jacob, and even Bella to some extent. In many ways they knew Abby better than Bonnie did and Abby knew that was pretty much all her fault.

Abby took a step back as Bonnie opened the door and got out of the car. "Are you okay?" She asked, eyeing Bonnie warily. In the wake of Sheila's loss they had mourned together as they had packed away her things before Bonnie's departure, they had shared stories, and laughed, and cried. Abby knew that they were closer for it, but there was still years of absence between them.

"Just a little nervous," Bonnie whispered as she shut the door behind her. She kind of felt like and intruder. All because she couldn't deal, she was invading her mother's life. She had to keep reminding herself, that Abby actually wanted her there.

Abby smiled at her reassuringly. "It'll be better once you meet everyone," she said. She grabbed Bonnie by the arm and led her toward the house.

Jacob stood frozen on the steps as they moved toward him. He had never seen anything like Bonnie Bennett. Not in Forks, and definitely not in La Push. She moved the way that Jacob thought a dancer might move, kind of with a natural sort of grace. She dressed like she was of nature, and her eyes, made her seem ethereal. She was beautiful, from her crooked mouth, to her heart shaped face, to her dark curls. There was an almost exotic look about her, and he found himself drawn to her in the oddest of ways.

Abby cleared her throat and Jacob shook his head, embarrassed, once he realized that not only had he been staring but his mouth had been open. He really shouldn't have been so surprised, because Abby looked like, well Abby, and he should have expected her daughter to look anything short of the way that Bonnie looked. Still he hadn't really been prepared for that. He felt a little less like an asshole when it appeared that Bonnie hadn't noticed his rather idiotic and slack jawed expression.

"Bonnie," Abby said, gesturing between them, "This is Jacob Black. His father has been friends with Charlie for a very long time. Jacob, this is my daughter Bonnie."

Bonnie smiled hesitantly at him and held out her hand. Ignoring the knowing look that Abby was giving him, Jacob reached out to take her hand. Before he could shake it however, something odd surged between them as their hands came into contact with one another.

Bonnie gasped, her eyes going blank, as the image of large russet wolf flashed before her eyes. She snatched her hand away and she and Abby shared a look. Obviously, her mother had not been exaggerating about legends of the Quileute. She couldn't really imagine him shifting, however. He was kind of adorable and he had one of those smiles that one couldn't help but return, even if you were in a shitty mood which she had been the last few days even with reconnecting with Abby. "Nice to meet you," she said.

She sounded kind of broken which made Jacob want to fix her, even if it didn't really make any sense even in his head. She was smiling at him, which was kind of distracting. He didn't realized that he hadn't answered her until her smile faded. He cleared his throat, smiling self-consciously. "Nice to meet you too," he said. She blinked at him, looking at him oddly, and he started to feel like an asshole again.

Abby shot an amused glance between them, before she shook her head. "We had better go inside," she said.

"Right," Jacob nodded, stepping to the side slightly, "Everyone is excited to meet you."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Bonnie asked. Abby walked around them and entered the house first. She was a little a surprised when Jacob held the door open for her.

"A good thing," Jacob shrugged, "They're not too bad. A little insane perhaps, but some things just can't be helped." He felt accomplished when Bonnie laughed, as he followed her into the house.

When Abby heard the sound of Bonnie's laughter she looked behind her to where her daughter was walking beside Jacob and smiled. She knew how rare laughter was after a loss such as the one that she and Bonnie had faced.

"Well hello, beautiful," a deep voice said, causing her to turn. She smiled as Charlie walked up to her and gave her quick kiss on the lips. He still looked guilty about not attending her mother's funeral with her, but the town had needed him and so she understood.

"Hello, yourself," Abby said, and then, "I missed you." It had only been a few days but she really had. It was odd going back to Mystic Falls. Her past had been forgotten outside of Sheila and Bonnie, that place held too many reminders of things she wanted to forget. This was her home now and she hoped that one day that Bonnie would consider it to be hers too.

"I missed you, too," Charlie said. He looked over her shoulder to where Bonnie stood next to Jacob a few feet away. He gave her a reassuring smile and she took a step forward. "And who is this?" He asked.

Abby stepped away from him and turned back toward Bonnie who walked up to them hesitantly, Jacob on her trail. "Charlie," Abby said placing a hand on Bonnie's shoulder, "This is my daughter Bonnie. Bonnie this is Charlie."

Bonnie held out her hand and was surprised when Charlie stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. "It's good to finally meet you," he said. As he pulled away, he motioned to a slim brunette girl standing a little ways behind him. "My daughter, Bella," he said.

"Hi," Bella said, waving awkwardly.

Bonnie returned the wave. The situation was a little weird and really she could understand the hesitation. She had been feeling like she was invading someone else's home and as apparently the girl hadn't even gotten used to Bonnie's mother being there, so she doubted the girl was looking forward to another intrusion.

"Move out of the way," another voice said, "Let me have a look at her." Bonnie bit back a laugh as Billy Black wheeled his way through the miniature crowd and gave her an assessing look.

Jacob glanced at her warily, relieved when she didn't give his father the, "Oh you're in a wheelchair," look that people sometimes did when they first met him.

"You must be, Billy," Bonnie smirked, "I was told you were a troublemaker. I see I wasn't lied to."

"I like her," Billy nodded, "She's got a mouth on her like her mother."

"Excuse you," Abby frowned cocking her head to the side. Charlie shook his head at the two as Billy held his hands up defensively. "Jacob," she said, "Why don't you help Bonnie with her things while I stay here and kill your father?"

"Are they always like this?" Bonnie asked, no one in particular. Inwardly she was grateful. She didn't have to think about the people she had lost or the life that she had left behind.

"It's getting worse with old age," both Jacob and Bella replied at the same time.

Bonnie watched as Billy began to back his wheelchair into the kitchen and Abby began to chase after him, Charlie chasing after her. She shook her head, it was weird being around adults that were actually playful. Somehow, Bonnie couldn't imagine them patrolling for vampires.

She turned back the Jacob and fell into the step with him as they walked back out toward the front door to retrieve her things. "So you drive a Prius, huh?" Jacob said teasingly.

Bella almost laughed as she realized that he was attempting to flirt. Charlie came out of the kitchen and watched the pair along with him.

Bonnie seemed oblivious to Jacob's grinning, when she responded. "What's wrong with a Prius?"

"Nothing," Jacob shrugged, trying not to laugh, "You know, if you like clown cars."

Bonnie stopped midstride and gave him a look that rivaled one of Abby's. "I suggest you run, Black," she said.

They watched as Jacob ran out the front door and Bonnie went chasing after him. "They seem to like each other," Bella commented.

"She seems to be like her mom," Charlie said, "Has an easy way with people. Not an awkward bone in her body, attitude too. Sorry I screwed up your genes."

"Being awkward isn't so bad," Bella said amiably.

Abby and Billy came out of the kitchen as they heard more laughter coming from outside. "I guess you have to cancel that June wedding you were planning, huh, honey?" Abby asked looking in Charlie's direction.

"Nah," Billy said, as he rolled up behind them, "We can still have a June wedding, just have to change the bride."

Bella looked in between them with wide eyes once she realized what they were implying. Bella had barely been there a week and Bonnie had just arrived and they were already marrying them off? She liked it better when her dad was the strong and silent type, like her mom remembered. "I'm just going to go help with…yeah…," she said, before walking toward the door.

As she walked away Bella found that the laughter she heard from behind her was even louder than the laughter that was coming from outside.

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Everything seemed to be going smoothly enough until Jacob decided to go through the old records that Bonnie had brought with her from Mystic Falls, while Charlie and Billy watched football, and Bella helped Abby with dinner. Bonnie had been unpacking her things into the spare room and wondering faintly how four people were going to share one bathroom when she noticed Jacob take one of the records from the crate.

Bonnie shot across the room, that still looked like it had never been lived in though Charlie had tried to fix it up for her (which had amounted to him changing the bed sheets from floral to red because Abby had told him that Bonnie liked red), and grabbed the record from Jacob's hand. "Don't touch those," she hissed, putting the record back in the crate.

"Sorry," Jacob said, quickly, "I didn't mean to go through your stuff." He had been doing so well. She had been smiling and Abby had said that she hadn't smiled in days. He had even made her laugh, which usually didn't happen with girls unless they were laughing at him, because he made the mistake of feeding them shitty lines on the advice of Quil Ateara. So all and all up until that moment things hand been going pretty well.

"It's not your fault," Bonnie sighed, sitting down on the edge of the red sheeted bed, "Those records belong to my Grams."

"Oh," Jacob said, feeling like an idiot as he sat down next to her, "Do you want to talk about it? About her?"

Bonnie laughed, this time without humor. "You seem really nice," she said, "Nicer than most guys actually, but you don't have to… I get that you're close to Abby and all that but that doesn't mean you have to listen to my crap. My friends back home didn't even want to listen to my crap and I've known them since the first grade," Bonnie hadn't wanted to tell anyone her real whereabouts and so her dad made it seem as if she had went to her aunt's as planned. She couldn't talk to Elena, not while she was still with Stefan, and since neither she nor anyone else that Bonnie knew had shown up at Sheila's funeral (which had consisted of close family and a few former students), Bonnie had guessed that no one had wanted to deal with it.

"Okay maybe not," Jacob said, honestly, "But you should talk about it with someone. I mean I was young when my mom died and I don't really remember her or how it felt to lose her but…" He really wasn't comfortable revealing so much about himself, and it was probably a bad move as far as girls went, but he really wanted to make her feel better, if that was even possible given the situation. "I kind of wish that people would've talked about her more afterward," he continued, "I think I might have been able to remember her better then."

Bonnie considered this. Every time she had thought of her Grams since her death it had been of the bad things. Of finding her body. Of what the town had thought about her. Of not being able to say goodbye. She was beginning to forget the good things already. "You're right," she said, "Thank you, and I'm sorry about your mom."

"Sure, sure," Jacob mumbled quietly kicking at the carpet. He cleared his throat, and gave her playful, nudge attempting to lighten the mood. "So," he said, "Where'd she get all these records anyway?"

Bonnie liked him. He kind of reminded her of how she was before all the supernatural bullshit got in the way. She hoped that the legends weren't true, that what she had seen wasn't true. She didn't want him to have to change. He would probably lose his smile the same way that she had lost hers. "She started collecting them after she went to Woodstock," Bonnie said.

Jacob was smiling again. "Your grandmother was at Woodstock?" Jacob laughed. Bonnie nodded. "No way," he exclaimed.

"She was in her teens and probably shouldn't have even been there and really some things happened that she wasn't very proud of but she said it was the best time she ever had," Bonnie smiled, remembering. She hopped off the bed and began digging through the crate. "It was where she fell in love with Jimi Hendrix."

"You mean it was where the world fell in love with Jimi Hendrix," Jacob corrected.

Bonnie nodded her head, as she found the record she was looking for. "She bought this a few years back," she said, "She said it wasn't like being there but it was the closest thing she could find. It's a compilation of the songs her performed there. It's actually pretty cool." She walked over to where her grandmother's record player already sat waiting on her new dresser. Taking a deep breath she put the record on.

As, "Fire", started to play, Bonnie sat back down next to Jacob on the bed. "It is pretty cool," he said. They sat in silence, just listening for a moment, and then Jacob turned to her looking nervous and apprehensive. "Hey, Bonnie," he said.

"Yeah?" Bonnie asked. She turned to him then, and frowned at the look on his face. He seemed anxious but she didn't know why.

Jacob looked away and instead choosing to stare at the opposite wall. "Do you maybe want to hang out," he said, quickly, "You know, the next time your mom comes down to the rez."

Bonnie nodded. She didn't think about anything bad when she was around him. It was a nice reprieve, considering that's all she had thought about since she had found out about what she was, even before losing her grandmother. "Sure, sure," she said.

"Cool," Jacob beamed.

Bonnie considered him for a moment. "Would you believe me if I told you I sang this song in my third grade talent show?" Bonnie asked. Jacob gave her a skeptical look. "I did," she said, "My Grams was in the front row and I had this really big afro wig and these horrible flared jeans we found in the attic and let me tell you….I was Jimi Hendrix."

"Third grade or not no one can pull off Hendrix," Jacob laughed, "Hendrix shouldn't have even been able to pull off Hendrix."

"Whatever," Bonnie pouted, "I can still pull it off." Bonnie tried not to think about the last time she had had this much fun talking to another person, let alone a guy, because then she would just think about her friends or worse Ben and being kidnapped.

"Alright," Jacob challenged, "Let's see it."

"Right now?" Bonnie asked, her eyes widened. She sighed when he nodded. Then she thought that it had been a long time she had done something fun and stupid just for the hell of it and really given everything she had gone through she thought that her Grams would approve. "Alright you're on, Black," she said, "Challenge accepted."

Jacob probably would have laughed as Bonnie began to sing and dance around the room if it wasn't actually kind of hot. He did however laugh when she sang, "Move over, Rover, and let Bonnie take over!" Because, really, if he wasn't sure that she was probably the most awesome girl he had ever met before, he was more than sure after that.

Billy Black had once told his son that he had never really known what it meant to be captivated by someone until he had laid eyes on Sarah. Jacob hadn't really understood what his father had meant at the time, but in that mom as Bonnie danced around the room moving her hips and swinging her hair, he did.

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Bonnie couldn't sleep. It wasn't just because she as in a new town that she didn't know anything about, and with a new family of strangers, it was everything that she had left behind as well. Things just seemed to be weighing down at her, as she laid on a bed that was hers but not hers all at once and stared up at the ceiling.

She missed her friends. She missed her dad. She missed Grams. She missed being able to not worry about her life in terms of power and supernatural entities. She even missed Jacob because he was the only one she felt like she didn't have to try so hard with, since she had arrived. But she had made this choice, and while she wasn't looking forward to starting a new school in the middle of March, at least Abby was giving her the next day to adjust and practice her magic before she would have to go back to school the following day. Besides that, at least she would know Bella, even though she didn't really know if that was a good thing yet as the girl hadn't really spoken to her.

"I just need to know that made the right choice," Bonnie whispered into the darkness.

She waited but found that she didn't receive an answer telling her that the choice had been the right one. Then again, there was no answer that told her it had been the wrong choice either. That would have to be good enough for now.

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Bonnie Bennett sighed heavily as she descended the steps of Forks High School. The only reason that she had shown up was to drop off her paperwork so that she would actually have classes to attend the next day. She had thought that coming at the end of the day would allow her to leave unnoticed in the crowd but there was no such luck, everywhere she looked someone was staring rather openly at her. There were a few times that someone looked at as if they were going to stop her, but she managed to dodge them.

Her day had been spent dodging calls from Caroline and Elena, listening to Billy Black tell her tribal legends, practicing magic, and getting lectured from Abby about being careful about her powers, because as she had put it, "We may know about the Cold Ones but they don't know about us, and that gives us the edge. So whatever you do, don't draw attention to yourself." Bonnie found it odd that Abby seemed hesitant to tell her how the Cold Ones came into existence, though hesitant wasn't the right word as she had said that she would first need to know how vampires came to be. It all seemed so cryptic and aside from being grateful to Abby for telling her enough about them to know what to look for, Bonnie wasn't sure she cared all that much about where they came from anymore.

Bonnie adjusted her jacket as she reached the bottom of the steps and paused. Something was tugging at her powers. It was the oddest feeling, as if her magic was on edge. She could feel goose bumps going up her arms. Frowning Bonnie looked around her, to see if she could find some sort of explanation to what she was feeling, when her eyes landed on what had to be the Cullens. They were as beautiful as Bella had claimed but they were also ghostly pale and the feeling of death that she got from them made her cringe. Five sets of eyes, all the same color, looked at her curiously, unflinchingly, and Bonnie turned away from them.

Even as the nausea enveloped her stomach, and Bonnie had to temper down her rage and her grief to keep from attacking them because of what they were, she preferred them to the Salvatore. They weren't close enough to human to make someone doubt that they were the monsters that they were once they knew their true nature. She could never see herself trusting them as she had trusted Stefan, there was not enough humanity left in them on the outside for her to make that mistake. They were like statues; cold, dead, hard, statues, and Bonnie wanted to get as far away from them as possible.

Bonnie walked over to where her blue Prius was parked next to Bella's monster, without looking back. Bella was leaning against her truck, reading a book and listening to music. Bonnie smiled in her direction and figured she could at least attempt to talk to the girl, who to Bonnie seemed like some odd mixture of Jeremy and Elena Gilbert, all in one, which made her miss home just a little.

But when Bella looked up finally, her eyes didn't land on Bonnie but the Cullens. Not only had Edward Cullen returned to school but he had apparently deemed Bella worth of conversation and now Bella was more curious than ever.

Bonnie looked at Bella and sighed. She looked like another Elena in the making and that scared the shit out of Bonnie. She was going to have to figure out a way to nip this in the bud before things got too far. Bonnie turned slightly to see if Edward was reciprocating the girl's interest, but the one that looked like the way that Bella had described Edward to her and Jacob the day before when they had all sat around and talked after dinner (though that had mostly been Jacob asking Bonnie about guys, which had led to talk of crushes, then Bella asking Jacob why guys were so weird, then her narrating Edward's behavior to Bonnie for her to analyze, and finally to both Bonnie and Jacob's mutual disinterest to talk of Edward and the Cullen family), wasn't looking at Bella but at her. Bonnie rolled her eyes, he was definitely barking up the wrong tree. At least she wasn't going to lose someone else to a vampire, even if she and Bella weren't exactly "best friends" as Charlie had hoped they would be.

Bonnie continued walking toward her car, and as she stopped in front of it, she began to make a move to get Bella's attention when a sound coming from behind stopped her. She turned her eyes widening almost comically as she saw a van spinning toward and oblivious Bella. "Holy shit," Bonnie exclaimed.

There was no longer time to get Bella's attention and so she did the first thing she could think of. She focused her powers, hoping like hell that it would work, and she waved her hand sending the van off its path toward Bella. She might've been relieved if her actions hadn't sent the vehicle spinning in her direction instead. "Well, fuck," she muttered.

Bonnie saw a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and then there was hand on her hip, so cold that she could feel it even through her jacket. Before she could react she was being pulled into a hard body that felt like something akin to a brick wall and shielded from the van's impact.

She hadn't known that she had closed her eyes until she opened them and when she did she found herself eye to eye with Edward Fucking Cullen. Bonnie let out a long suffering sigh, and he looked concerned but the next second he was gone and she was glad for it.

Bella was suddenly there at her side with a crowd of unfamiliar faces. People were asking if she was okay and the driver of the van was apologizing to her and to Bella simultaneously but Bonnie didn't care. All that she could think was that she had been at the school for all of ten minutes and she had already managed to do the one they that Abby had told her not to and draw attention to herself. She tried really hard not to take the incident as the sign that she had asked for because if it was then she never should have left Mystic Falls.