metamorphose

by jazzywazzy08

While spending the summer with her father's family, Bonnie Bennett is attacked by a different breed of vampire. No one expects her to survive but she does. No one expects her to retain her powers but she does. No one expects her to remain connected to nature but she is. No longer a witch and not quite a Cold One, Bonnie's dual nature causes her to have more than one mate.

1. part one : in my time of dying

Title: metamorphose

Rating: M

Genre: AU/AH/Crossovers

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Edward, Bonnie/Bella, Edward/Bella, Edward/Bella/Bonnie, Stefan/Rebekah, Alice/Jasper, Emmett/Rosalie, Tyler/Leah, Carlisle/Esme, Sam/Emily, Matt/Angela, Billy/Abby, etc.

Summary: While spending the summer with her father's side of the family in Forks, Washington Bonnie Bennett is attacked by a different breed of vampire. No one expects her to survive but she does. No one expects her to retain her powers but she does. No one expects her to remain connected to nature but she is. No longer a witch and not quite a Cold One, Bonnie's dual nature causes her to have more than one mate, and draws the attention of the different beings in the supernatural community.

Author's Note: Not really even sure where this came from. This has nothing to do with the Immersed verse, this is totally a separate thing. So this occurs the summer before season three of TVD, and the summer between Twilight and New Moon mostly movie verse. Tyler Crowley is Bonnie's cousin in this. So Tyler's mom is Rudy's sister in this so her name will be, Beth Hopkins-Crowley. The Crowley's know about Bonnie's powers but not about vampires. I am moving way away from canon in this one so please don't give me any crap about it. The rest will basically be explained as you read. No editing here as usual. Just let me know what you all think. Happy reading!

part one ∥ in my time of dying

"Life, death and rebirth are inevitable." ~ Rig Veda

Forks, Washington

Bonnie Bennett exhaled as she set her ancestor's grimoire aside. She had been working on it all week and yet she still hadn't managed to regain access to her powers. She supposed that the spirits were serious when they had said that there would be consequences for her actions when she had brought Jeremy Gilbert back from the dead.

A part of her thought that perhaps it was all in her head. That it was fear keeping her from accessing her powers and not the spirits, because she was afraid of what would be left now that the spirits of the dead witches had deserted her. She was afraid that whatever power she had on her own wouldn't be enough.

Still she felt that it had been worth it in the end. Even if she did miss the magic pulsing through her body. Miss her connection to nature. Miss feeling that connection to her grandmother that her powers had always given her. She had done the right thing and she could not regret it.

She had saved someone that she cared about. Someone she had loved. Even if she was sure that his feelings had changed for her as he had been strangely silent throughout the summer. Even if her feelings for him were changing as well.

In the beginning when her Grams' rambling became a reality, what seemed like so long ago now, when she had first discovered what she truly was, she had feared her powers. But over time they had become a part of her. She didn't just want them back so that that she could protect the people that she cared about, she wanted them back because without them she wasn't whole. It almost seemed like she was missing a limb. They were essential to the girl that she now was and to the woman she would become in the future.

She felt alone in her struggle, and even that was her own doing. She didn't feel comfortable telling anyone about losing her powers, partially because she didn't want to make Jeremy feel guilty and partially because she was sure that if everyone knew that she was now powerless, they wouldn't need her anymore.

Outside of Jeremy she was beginning to feel isolated, no one really spent time with her anymore outside of using her to get access to her powers. She was alone most of the time when she wasn't with Jeremy and now that she was at her aunt's house she could feel it more than ever.

There wasn't even Jeremy. Not this summer and there hadn't been since the beginning of the summer when she had gone to visit her aunt in Forks, Washington. She was afraid that once everyone knew that she could no longer swoop in and save the day that they would all drift away from her even more until she never saw any of them at all. Until she was completely and utterly alone.

Still she was getting nowhere and she knew that eventually she would either have to break down and tell someone or figure out a way that she could communicate with the spirits in order to ask for help. She couldn't keep trying on her own. She couldn't give up either. She felt stuck. It was times like these that she wished that she still had her Grams. Someone to guide her and help her through. Not just with her powers. But with everything. She needed someone that she knew wouldn't leave her.

Bonnie looked up at the sound of a knock on the door to the guest room that she now inhabited. A moment later her cousin, Tyler Crowley, opened the door and walked inside without her even calling out and permitting him to enter. This didn't surprise her much as she was certain that he expected her to be in same position she was always in these days and had been in over the majority of the summer so far. And she was. Sitting on the floral sheeted guest bed, grimoire open and her head bent down searching the pages. But for once the grimoire was off to the side at least. She was no longer sure where to look.

"I already know what you're going to say," Bonnie said, as she eyed her cousin's tall form leaning against the doorframe of the open door.

Tyler sighed, his brown eyes narrowing. "Look," he said, "I get that your powers are important to you but this is a bit much. You have barely left your room this entire summer. Maybe if you take a break it will be easier once you come back to it. You'll get some rest and have some fun. When you come back you'll be able to see it with new eyes. You can't waste your whole summer on this creepy magic stuff."

Bonnie frowned not liking the way that he was referring to her powers. Her family's history, her legacy. "This creepy magic stuff is a part of who I am, Ty," Bonnie told him. Even so she knew that he was right, about wasting all of her summer at least.

She had been spending the entire three weeks she had been in Forks locked in her room. But she hadn't lied to Jeremy on the one occasion she had spoken to him on Elena's birthday, the town was boring. Boring and small and rainy and gray. She was likely the most interesting thing there and she wasn't all that fascinating to herself outside of her powers. Being there wasn't appealing under the best of circumstances which was why she was almost relieved to have something else to occupy her time other than trying to find something fun to do in Forks.

"Fine," he said holding up his hands defensively, "I didn't mean to insult your powers." Bonnie smiled at his small apology. "But you still need a break. Some friends and I are going to see a movie. You want to come?" He looked at her, his brown eyes pleading with her to give in. "It'll be fun," he said, "You remember what that is don't you?"

Bonnie doubted it would be very much fun hanging out with people she didn't know. Ideally she would have liked to have stayed in Mystic Falls all summer but for whatever reason her father who had no problem with leaving her alone for majority of the year, felt that it would be best if she spent her summer in Forks with her Aunt Beth while he went to some pharmaceutical conference in San Diego.

Tyler grimaced, running a hand over his head when Bonnie didn't respond. They had gotten along when they were younger. Even as teens they had gotten along, before Bonnie had discovered she was a witch. But ever since she had come into her powers, Bonnie had changed. She wasn't the bubbly and easy going girl that used to love playing truth or dare. That liked hanging out with him and his friends so that she could tell them embarrassing stories about him from their childhood.

He had hoped that since they were both so close to graduating now, that they could get back to how they had once been, before they both went off to college. But it looked like his uncle having her stay with them over the summer wasn't really helping things at all. She just seemed to be going through the motions every day. She barely spoke or did anything that wasn't completely necessary like eating and sleeping.

Now she was obsessed with something to do with her powers and Tyler didn't know how to even talk to her anymore. "Whatever," he said, "I wouldn't have even asked if mom wasn't starting to worry about you."

Bonnie stood from her seat on the bed as he moved to leave. She knew that she wasn't being the most agreeable lately. Besides it wasn't his fault that she had lost access to her powers. Though, he wouldn't admit it, she knew that it wasn't just his mother that was worried about her.

"Ty," she said, "Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so cold toward you or Aunt Beth. I mean I've been feeling kind of detached from everything lately. I'm just…my magic…it's important to me and I've been having some problems with it." She eyed him as he turned to look at her expectantly. "But you're important to me too," she said, "And you're right. I need a break. So…I would love to go and see a movie with you and your friends."

Tyler hesitated and studied her a moment before allowing himself to smile. "Alright," he said, "But since you were mean to me you're paying for the snacks."

Bonnie rolled her eyes but still she laughed. She walked toward him, smoothing her hands down the green sundress that she was wearing. "You still like Junior Mints?" She asked, with a grin.

"You remember that?" Tyler laughed and Bonnie nodded. He took a few hesitant steps forward, separating the distance between them. He opened his arms to her, almost expecting to be rejected. However, she walked into his arms easily, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug. "I've been worried about you too," he whispered, voicing what she already knew, as he embraced her.

"I didn't mean to make you worry," Bonnie answered.

Yes, her magic was important to her but so was her family. After she had lost her grandmother she had shut down around all of her remaining family, thinking that perhaps it wouldn't hurt as much if she did, were she to lose them too. The world was more dangerous than her aunt and cousin realized, than her father realized. But as naïve as they were about the supernatural, Bonnie was just as naïve about how much she meant to her father's side of the family it seemed. She realized that she was the one responsible for the distance and disconnect that she had with them. It wasn't the other way around as she had always thought. "I missed you, Ty," she said.

He kissed the top of her head, glad to hear the words. "I missed you, too, Bonbon," he smiled, as he let go her.

"Does that mean that we can watch a chick flick?" Bonnie asked, batting her eyelashes up at him persuasively as she smiled back.

This time it was Tyler that rolled his eyes. "I didn't miss you that much," he muttered.

As Bonnie laughed, she found the feeling freeing. It had been a while since she had laughed she realized. Even before the summer had started. With all of the loss and grief and baggage she had left in Mystic Falls due to the destruction Klaus had left in his wake after the sacrifice, laughing and smiling were in short supply. Before the sacrifice the threat of Klaus looming over their heads had caused the same effect.

But she was finally in the company of people who were free of the magical world. She was free of the burden of having to protect and look over her shoulder for the time being. She could also be sure that Tyler and her aunt didn't care about her for her magic. They cared about Bonnie for who she was. Because they loved her and because she was their family. It was something that she could no longer say about her friends, sadly. The lack of communication between them since her arrival in Forks proved as much. It was clear to her then that as much as she missed her friends, she needed a break from not just her magic, but from them too.

:::

Bella Swan half listened as Angela and Jessica debated over which movie they would watch as they stood in the lobby waiting for Tyler Crowley and his cousin to show up. Eric and Mike were trying to talk the girls into some action thriller that Bella didn't know the name of. Bella looked down at her phone and frowned when she realized that Alice hadn't returned her text.

She hadn't minded the idea of going to the movies with her friends but with Edward on a hunt she was there alone with two couples and she felt like the odd man out. She hoped that once Tyler arrived she would feel a little less uncomfortable. She had invited Alice but had yet to receive a reply which was strange.

Bella had been feeling a bit of distance from Alice as of late and even Jasper as well. They both seemed more quiet and reserved around her than usual and she didn't know what to make of it. It wasn't exactly all that strange for Jasper but with Alice, Bella had always felt welcomed and the girl had always been open. It seemed that something had shifted and Bella couldn't put her finger on it.

She had mentioned it to Edward only once and he had done his best to assure her everything was fine but unlike in times before, Bella hadn't been entirely convinced. He had been pulling away from her as well. Not in any large way that could be picked up on outright but Bella felt that even with everything they had gone through, there were things she didn't know, things he didn't feel comfortable showing or sharing with her.

She wanted to breakthrough and get closer to him but didn't know how to bridge the distance. She didn't even know where it had come from. She had been hoping that the movie would distract her but it would seem she had no such luck.

"Hey guys," Tyler called as he walked up.

She turned to his direction and the smile froze on her face. "Hey," Bella greeted, her eyes weren't on him however, they were locked on the girl standing just behind him.

The girl was beautiful. Not in the same dazzling way of the Cullens but in an ethereal way that was just as overwhelming and made Bella forget to breathe. The girl's dark curls, friendly expression and crooked smile had Bella grinning in return. As she looked into forest green eyes and took in the girl's green sundress she was reminded of the fairy tales her mother had read her as a child. She had sudden visions of forest nymphs and woodland fairies, and almost expected the girl to sprout a pair of shimmering wings.

Bella blinked as suddenly the girl was moving and stepping in front of her. She realized belated that Tyler was making introductions.

"Bella," he said, "This is my cousin Bonnie Bennett."

The girl held her hand out to her to shake and her smile grew making Bella flustered. She didn't understand why. She was intimidated being around the Cullen women and their beauty but this felt different. "Nice to meet you," the girl said, her voice soft and warm. Melodious and open.

As Bella took Bonnie's hand she felt a tingling spark as they touched. The other girl raised her eyebrow at Bella and her green eyes narrowed. Bella swallowed, her hopes of being distracted from Edward had come to fruition but she wasn't sure that whatever this was, was something that she was prepared for.

:::

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Jeremy Gilbert looked up from where he sat on the edge of his bed as the ghost of Vicki Donovan sat down in front of him at his desk chair, crossing her legs casually. He sighed as he stared her down. He had been seeing both her and Anna for a while now and had yet to tell anyone, including Bonnie about it. He had kept it a secret in part because he didn't want to be a burden on anyone and in part because he still had unresolved feelings for both of them and wasn't ready for them to be taken away from him just yet. Not again.

He had lost both of them so unexpectedly and Vicki at least he had been in love with. He wasn't sure what had been there with Anna, but it was something closer to love than anything he had felt for anyone since. Sadly that included Bonnie. He cared about her. He could even say that he loved her. But he wasn't in love with her. Not the way that he had been with Vicki or even Anna.

Seeing them was a consequence of him being brought back to life and so he knew that they could likely be easily taken away through magical means. Something that Bonnie would likely be all too willing to do if she knew, as there was no way that she would be pleased with him seeing his ex-girlfriends as she was his current one. That was why he was keeping her in the dark even if his guilt over it and the fact that they weren't corporeal was keeping him from letting Anna or Vicki get too close. He was keeping them at arm's length because he knew that even if his feelings for both of them weren't completely gone, nothing real could come of it. So it would make no sense for him to fall deeper.

Jeremy kept his face impassive as Vicki eyed him in return. "What do you want Vick?" Jeremy asked, attempting to hide how pleased he was to see her.

"I'll tell you," Vicki said grinning at him, "But you'll have to ask me nicely."

Jeremy rolled his eyes even as a smile touched his lips. He rarely saw Anna anymore but Vicki was around constantly, especially since his sister Elena had left with Damon Salvatore to search for his brother Stefan. He had been virtually taken hostage by the sadistic hybrid, Klaus, and Elena was hell-bent on getting him home no matter the cost.

"Fine," Jeremy said, as Vicki looked at him expectantly, "I'm sorry. Tell me why you're here, please?"

Vicki ran a hand through her hair before frowning at him. Her face and her tone became suddenly serious. "The sprits aren't in contact with Bonnie anymore and so her grandmother sent me to give you a warning," she said.

"A warning?" Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"About Bonnie," she said, "Wherever she is this summer, she's in danger. She's going to die and there isn't anything that you or anyone else can do to stop it. She'll be lost to you Jeremy. She's never coming back to you and she's never coming back to Mystic Falls."

:::

Forks, Washington

Edward Cullen sat on the couch in the living room of the Cullen home running his fingers over the spine of the book in his hand. It was Hemingway's, "For Whom the Bell Tolls". A small smile played on his lips as he felt hands come to rest on his shoulders. He ignored the person just behind him though he could feel her more intensely than he had ever felt anything and it wasn't just due to his heightened senses. He began to flip through the pages of the book in his hand as her small hands slid down his back.

He watched as her hands moved around to his arms, her fingers dancing along his wrists, causing his hands to still where he had been flipping through the book's pages.

"I thought that you had had enough Hemmingway to last an eternity," she murmured in a low whisper in his ear, "I don't understand why you insist on rereading ancient books all of the time when there are plenty of authors from this decade at least that are just as good."

"It comes with the curse of having an old mind. In any case you've managed to distract me," he answered, as his eyes took in the contrast between their skin tones. She was one of them and yet not. Her skin was as cool, but not deathly pale, instead its caramel color held an ethereal glow that made it seem as if she was still alive. He envied her that. They all did. Her scent was different as well, the sweetness a more natural one, flowery and of nature. She smelled like honey, vanilla, and wisteria.

She leaned down and rested her chin on his shoulder and he turned to face her, her dark curls brushing against his face as he did so. Her eyes were an amber color, still transitioning from red to the golden color of their own. He sometimes wished that he could have seen her eyes their natural green color. That he could have seen her when she was still full of life. Though, she had more life in her than they did. She could still eat. She could still feel warmth. She could still sleep. Her powers afforded even him a form of sleep as well. Among other things. She reminded him of what it was to be alive and he loved her all the more for it.

"I didn't mean to distract you," she told him, though her tone suggested otherwise.

"Didn't you?" Edward grinned. Her answer was to lean forward and press her lips against his. Edward kissed her back relishing the fact that he did not have to restrain himself as her mouth opened to welcome the entrance of his tongue. He could hear her thoughts more acutely than the others. As they enveloped him, so full of adoration and love, he felt as if he were being wrapped in a warm blanket.

She pulled away more quickly than he would have liked. He frowned as she stood upright and began to walk away from him. "I just wanted to tell you that our bed is here," she smiled, "You know in case you wanted to break it in."

Edward closed the cover to his book and stood. "I might be open to that idea," he said.

Alice Cullen came out of her vision, her eyes finding those of her husband's as she did so. It was clear that Jasper could sense her turmoil, and knew what she was thinking even without possessing Edward's gift from the grin on his face as he sat next to her on the couch in their living room.

"Do you think that we should tell him?" Alice asked, her tone hesitant. She had been seeing the girl for two months now, but Jasper had been keeping her secret and doing his best to act as if Alice's vision didn't exist. They had both been keeping their minds blank in Edward's presence.

Up until that point it had been vague as to what the girl's relationship to their family would be. It was always clear that she would be close to their family, Edward, Bella, Alice, and Rosalie in particular. Though, the visions had always hinted at a romantic relationship between the girl and Edward, and even seemed to hint at something between her and Bella that Alice couldn't place, it had always been in ways small and ambiguous enough for them to be unsure. However, she could not dismiss the most recent visions so easily.

"I am not sure he is ready to hear it," Jasper said simply, "It might be wise to merely let things play themselves out."

Though, they'd all worried about Edward's solitude for years and his detachment from their family unit due to his loneliness, they had hoped things would get better once he found Bella in spite of the reservations they had about their relationships. He had barely gotten a handle on the mood swings that came with his solitude while living amongst loving couples just months before Bella turned up and was just beginning to open up to them again after having met and fallen for Bella.

Even with the longing for companionship that Edward had felt for so long, seemingly being still there under the surface and the mayhem of emotions Jasper felt from him upon Bella's arrival and during the incident with James, Edward was on his way to some form of happiness it seemed. Though, Victoria was still out there for the moment things were calm. Disrupting that happiness with the possibility of another woman coming into Edward's life would unearth his turmoil all over again.

Jasper's answer to continue to keep the secret, didn't surprise Alice. He always thought it best to stay out of such things. He thought that imposing on people's emotional state was enough of an invasion of their privacy without adding in meddling in their personal affairs. But he knew first hand of Edward's loneliness, even with Bella's presence. They all did, no one more than Alice.

He was different than them, he had been a vampire the longest outside of Carlisle and he had had to watch again and again as others had found the one's for which they were destined. Though, no one ever made him feel different, separate, he often felt it just the same. And there were things that he would never tell them; things that he didn't think that they would understand. It kept him just short of being fully integrated with their family, even though he often claimed otherwise. And Alice knew that he would never be able to reveal that part of himself if he didn't find who he was meant for in order for him to be able to do so. The pieces of himself he still kept from Bella that he was still afraid for her to see, told Alice that she wasn't the one, no matter how much Edward wanted her to be.

Alice wanted for Edward what the rest of them had. The moment of knowing, the seeing of the soul that would be forever tied to their own when first laying eyes on each other as it had been with Jasper and Alice, Emmett and Rosalie, and Carlisle and Esme. There had only been false hopes that were shattered that had left Edward desolate and empty. It was clear that his relationship with was missing something. There was doubt in Edward that he should have been able to let go of. When a vampire found its mate there was always surety.

Alice watched as Jasper took her hand and intertwined their fingers together. "I know that you want to help him, love," he said, "But there's no need for you to intervene. Everything will fall into place. It always does."

:::

Bonnie walked across the parking lot behind the movie theater heading in the direction of Tyler's car. She had left her purse inside of her blue Prius. Tyler had told her not to worry about her purse or the money inside of it. He said he would happily pay for the movie since she had finally left her cave to go out into the land of the living, but she had promised to buy him his Junior Mints so she insisted on going to retrieve it.

She had other selfish motives of going out to her car to get some air as well. She had needed some space from the girl Tyler had introduced her to, Bella Swan. She felt odd being near the girl. Her powers had been dormant all summer and yet when she had touched the girl's hand it seemed that something had awakened.

The girl kept staring at her in a way that Bonnie was afraid to analyze. She knew the look well. She had seen it before. She saw it when Elena looked at Stefan. She had seen it when Caroline had looked at Matt before their relationship had went pear-shaped. She had even seen it when Jeremy had looked at her in the beginning, a look she realized was not as intense and that she had never returned quite as brightly. It was the look of instant infatuation but there was something else there that Bonnie couldn't place.

It didn't so much bother Bonnie that she was getting that kind of look from a girl as it was that she liked being on the receiving end of it in spite of the fact that she had a boyfriend and according to Jessica Stanley, so did Bella.

She supposed it didn't matter much. It wasn't the first time Bonnie had noticed a girl before, Bella was beautiful in a quiet way that was subtle and somehow jarring at the same time. Noticing didn't mean that anything would come out of it, even if he powers had suddenly decided to go haywire in the girl's presence.

Bonnie was almost to the car when she felt as if she were being followed. Frowning, she turned and looked behind her finding nothing there. Sighing and shaking her head, she laughed at her own paranoia. It would seem that leaving Mystic Falls hadn't made her less wary of the dangers that she had faced there. She moved to head back toward the direction of her car only to bump into someone.

Stumbling back Bonnie caught herself before she fell. Regaining her footing she looked up to see a tall statuesque red head. The woman looked down at her, her red painted lips curving up into a smile. It wasn't a friendly smile. In fact something about it was unnerving.

"Sorry," Bonnie said, her eyes studying the woman and detecting something dark. Something akin to the death that she had felt surrounding Stefan Salvatore the night that they had first come into close contact with one another. Sensing something off about the woman's gaze as well, Bonnie attempted to walk around her. "Excuse me," she muttered.

The woman caught Bonnie by the arm her grip ironclad and her skin deadly cold. Bonnie cringed as the woman stepped up behind her. "Not so fast, little one," she said, "You weren't who I was looking for but maybe that's a good thing."

Bonnie began to panic. She didn't know what the woman was but whatever she was it wasn't good. She soon tried to struggle. However, no matter how hard she tried she failed to get out of the woman's grasp. "Let go of me!" Bonnie demanded. Silence. "Who the hell are you?" Bonnie asked, wishing that she still had access to her powers, "What do you want?"

The woman leaned forward and sniffed Bonnie's hair. Bonnie jerked away from her and the woman's grip tightened around her wrist. "I was going to kill you," the redhead said, "I was going to kill you but then I noticed how odd your scent is." The woman used her free hand to wrap one of Bonnie's dark curls around her finger. "And now that I am close to you," she said, "I can feel the power pulsing under the surface. It even sweetens your smell. I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, it would be a shame to waste it. Killing you is no longer an option. You're too strong to be destined for death. Well at least not the death I had planned in the beginning. Not the demise at the hands of a predator. Your body will die but you will live. You will be more than this weak shell you are now in will allow you to be and I will be your creator."

"Let go of me," Bonnie spat, her tone more insistent this time as she struggled harder.

"You'll only make it worse if you fight me, my pet," she whispered, "I do not wish to hurt you. Not anymore. But I will if you fight me."

Bonnie glared, moved her head back and shot a wad of spit into the woman's face before she began to struggle anew. She was without her powers but she refused to appear weak and powerless. She would go down swinging.

The woman held tighter and Bonnie cried out in pain as she heard and felt her wrist bones crack. As the redhead was suddenly illuminated underneath the streetlamp in the parking lot Bonnie noted the slight glittering of her skin and saw that her eyes were a deep red hue. "What are you?" Bonnie said, her voice full of fear and shock.

"You'll find out soon enough, little one," the woman told her.

Before Bonnie could thrash anymore she was slammed into the nearest car by the throat and teeth were ripping into her neck. The only thing she could do was scream.

:::

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Caroline Forbes looked up from the spot where she was sitting down on her couch as she heard a knock on the front door of her house. Sighing she tossed down the remote control in her hand onto the couch and stood.

She walked through her house and toward the front door opening the door and frowning at who she saw on the other side.

"Jeremy?" Caroline asked, frowning in confusion.

Jeremy looked almost apologetic as his eyes met Caroline's questioning gaze. "I need to talk to you," he said, "And it's important. I would have gone to Elena but she's off somewhere with Damon looking for Stefan and this can't wait."

Caroline moved to the side, and gestured to Jeremy to enter. "Come in," she said. Her night had gone from boring to eventful in a matter of seconds. She wasn't surprised as she had learned to expect as much after everything that they had been through since the arrival of the Salvatore brothers.

Jeremy walked into the house and Caroline was about to close the door behind him but Jeremy stopped her. "Wait," he said, "Vicki is here."

Caroline blinked at him. She had gone from being worried about whatever news that he had to tell her to being worried about his sanity. "Vicki?" she asked, "As in Vicki Donovan? As in Matt's sister who died a year ago?"

Jeremy nodded. He knew that he sounded crazy but crazy things tended to happen to them. Besides that, they had more pressing things to worry about than his ghostly exes manifesting themselves in the real world. "Before you say anything else just hear me out," he said, "When Bonnie brought me back to life after your mom shot me, the spirits warned her about consequences. And me seeing Vicki is a part of those consequences."

Caroline crossed her arms over her chest. She gave him a scathing look her eyes accusing. He had known that she would go on the defensive. Bonnie was her best friend after all, even if it didn't always seem like it. Especially recently. "Does Bonnie know about this?" Caroline asked.

Jeremy shook his head, looking guilty. "Not exactly," he said, speaking quickly so that she wouldn't interrupt, "I haven't told her. But that isn't important." Caroline opened her mouth to object but Jeremy held up his hand. "Vicki told me that Bonnie is in some kind of danger," he said before she could start to berate him, "That if we don't get to her in time that she's going to die and that she'll be lost to all of us. If you want to yell at me then do it later."

Caroline's face fell. They had just gotten Klaus out of town and now it seemed as if another one them was in danger. "Tell me everything you know," she said, "We're going after her."

:::

Forks, Washington

The scream pierced through the night immediately catching Rosalie Hale's attention. She had only gotten off the phone with a frantic Bella Swan moments before speeding to her location. Bella had rushed into a long stuttering tale of Tyler Crowley's cousin being attacked. Rosalie knew it had to be Victoria and she was sure that Bella was likely the initial intended target and that the other girl had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Rosalie followed the sound of the scream, and it led her to the parking lot behind the town's only movie theater. She was immediately assaulted with the copper scent of blood. Frowning she fought through the unexpected bloodlust that began to surface and forged ahead. There was another scent under the surface that she wasn't familiar with but it appealed to her just the same. It wasn't long before she came upon the figure lying unconscious, bloody, and writhing on the ground. Bella Swan was by the girl's side, clutching one of the girl's hands in two of her own and whispering words of comfort in her ear.

Rosalie didn't have the friendliest of natures. She knew that there was likely nothing that she could do for the girl. That intervening could put her family in danger. However, in spite of her better judgment something unexplainable was telling her to help the young girl laying at her feet.

"She just came out to get her purse," Bella was explaining as Rosalie stopped in front of them, "I had this feeling. Like she needed me. I don't know. Just a bad feeling and I came out to check. I called you as soon as I found her."

Rosalie nodded dismissively. She was more drawn to the girl that looked so small and weak and helpless as she lay on the concrete her head pillowed by Bella's balled up hooded sweater that she must have placed beneath her before Rosalie had arrived.

Rosalie didn't understand it but whatever she was feeling reminded her of when she had dragged a wounded and attacked Emmett to Carlisle to save. But this was different. She felt a different kind of connection with the girl. One that was almost familial in nature. Rosalie knelt down on the ground in front of the girl, gently taking her face in her hands and checking for wounds. There was only one, on her neck. A familiar wound that was already beginning to heal. Her wrist appeared to be broken as well but something was working to heal it. Some strange power that Rosalie could feel but didn't recognize.

"We have to get her to Carlisle," Bella pressed, "She can't die. She can't."

Rosalie frowned at the Bella's tone. She seemed to be on the verge of tears which was strange in the face of the suffering of a girl she barely knew.

"She won't die," Rosalie said sadly, "Not in the way you think."

Bella nodded in understanding and brought the hand that she was clutching in both her own up to her cheek, pressing Bonnie's palm against her face. "You're going to be alright, Bonnie," she said, "Don't be afraid."

The only response the other girl gave was a whimper. The girl reminded Rosalie of a wounded bird with a broken wing. She wanted to take care of her and protect her. The feelings were so out of left field and against her nature that they frightened her. She hadn't felt anything like it since she had saved Emmett what seemed like so long-ago now. But she had learned to follow her instincts even if she didn't always understand them.

"You're alright, little bird," she whispered, "We've got you." Rosalie didn't bother to attempt to stop the venom that was consuming the girl's body. She was too far gone. She knew that it was fated to take her. The question was if the girl would survive the transition.

Rosalie brushed the girl's hair from her face. "Don't worry," she said, "I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe."

Bella looked at Rosalie with wide eyes at the declaration but the blonde vampire ignored her in favor of gently prying the girl's hand out of Bella's. She received another small whimper in response, but the sound soon succumbed to a cry of pain.

The strange energy that surrounded the girl, that seemed to be just beneath the surface, reached out to Rosalie. She felt it almost as if it were caressing her skin. She wasn't sure for a moment as she let her hands hover over the girl, if whatever it was would lash out or fizzle away. It did neither. She supposed it found her to be safe because, though it continued to caress her lightly, it didn't harm her in any way.

She moved to lift the girl from the ground when she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. She stood with inhuman speed, ready to attack, thinking that it was Victoria returning to claim her prey. However, when Rosalie laid eyes on the person approaching, what she saw was a shocked Tyler Crowley.

:::

Dr. Carlisle Cullen frowned as he examined his patient. It was clear what had happened. She had been bitten and the venom was too far in her system to stop the change from occurring. He had been forced to reveal the truth to her cousin and her aunt, as Bella had told them what she suspected had happened herself when she had convinced them that they bring the girl directly to the Cullen's house. In doing so she had revealed their family secret, just as they had feared she would.

Rosalie had all but confirmed it when she had gone to help. Of all his children Carlisle knew that Rosalie was the least likely to do anything that would jeopardize them but something about this situation was different.

The girl whom Rosalie had taken to calling "little bird" of all things, had simply been on a group outing with Bella and her friends to a movie, when she was attacked. Bonnie, her name was, Bonnie Bennett. Bella and Rosalie had told the girl's cousin Tyler Crowley of vampires and their family's secret in hopes of helping to save the girl's life. An act that Rosalie had only committed because she had been drawn to the girl for some odd reason and had been compelled to protect her.

Strangely enough, when Carlisle had encountered the girl he had felt a similar pull and a similar urge to keep her safe. He could not very well chastise Rosalie for her actions when he was in some ways of the same mind.

As much as Carlisle wanted to be of help, there seemed to be nothing that could be done but wait. The venom was too far into her system. There was also an odd sort of energy pulsing from the girl. A charge that had affected the lights in the house, causing them to flicker on and off at odd intervals since the girl's arrival. He couldn't explain it.

Even odder still, when he had talked to Tyler and his mother Beth about what he and his family indeed were and what would likely happen to Bonnie, they were silent and accepting, if not a little subdued. There was no shock or fear or outrage. They didn't even seem to have questions. They had just shared a look and seemed to acknowledge silently that there were things in the world that were not human. Then they had just watched as Carlisle tried to make Bonnie as comfortable as possible as her body died.

When the girl awoke, if she made it through the transition, his family would have to leave Forks. They couldn't stay. Too many people knew their true nature now, and though Rosalie had told their secret in an effort to save a life, it didn't mean that her actions didn't put them at risk.

The girl lay atop a gurney in the basement of the Cullen house, Carlisle on one side of her and Tyler and Beth Crowley on the other side. Beth was holding the girl's hand and chewing rather relentlessly on her bottom lip. Tyler kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes darting around him every so often.

Carlisle observed the girl and found her to be too still. Too quiet. She should have been in pain. Rosalie had told him she had been upon finding her but it had stopped almost as soon as she had been placed in the back seat of Rosalie's car.

Ordinarily the change was an agonizing experience and in most cases the pain didn't abate until the transition was over. But Bonnie didn't seem to be able to feel anything. She didn't respond to any kind of stimulation. There was also the odd sort of force pulsing from her that he could not place or understand. "This could take days," he told them, "Weeks even. Or it is supposed to. But she is also supposed to be in an extreme amount of agony and discomfort. It's strange, however, it's almost as if something is protecting her from it."

"It could be…," Tyler started, but stopped when his mother gave him a look. His mouth snapped closed and he stilled, seeming to shut down.

Carlisle looked at the boy imploringly. He gave him and encouraging smile before he spoke. "Anything you could tell me about her would help me in treating her," he said.

Beth Hopkins-Crowley frowned. Her brother had entrusted her niece to her care. She had let him down. Now she was prepared to do whatever it took make sure that at the very least, Bonnie remained among the land of the living. Even if it meant revealing the girl's secret. Even if it meant she would be a vampire. Something Beth hadn't known existed but wasn't that surprised by given what her niece was. Beth sighed, but nodded for Tyler to continue.

"Her powers," Tyler murmured reluctantly, "It could be her magic, sir. Bonnie, she's…a witch."

Carlisle raised an eyebrow at the boy, his normal friendly mask falling slightly. "A witch?" He asked. He had never heard of the existence of witches outside of works of fiction. However, if they believed the girl to be a witch, it would explain why they had only blinked at him when he had confirmed that he and his family were in fact vampires.

Both Beth and Tyler nodded. "Yes," Beth said, speaking this time, her curls which were similar to Bonnie's falling into her face slightly, "And I don't see how that is anymore unbelievable than you being a vampire, Dr. Cullen."

Carlisle smiled, recovering quickly. "I suppose that it isn't," he conceded, "I've never heard anything about witches, outside of literature and the like. But I suppose her powers protecting her body from the pain is a good thing. If that is in fact what is taking place. But I am not sure what they would mean in terms of her transformation. Normally gifts possessed as a human are enhanced after transitioning, but I am not sure if her powers would qualify."

Tyler thought of something that might have some answers but he glanced at his mother once more before he spoke. "She has these books she brought with her," Tyler said, "She calls them grimoires. They have all of this witchy stuff in them. Maybe they could help."

Carlisle nodded. "Perhaps," he said. He hadn't known that witches actually existed until Bonnie was revealed to be one and so he didn't know where else to begin his search in trying to find something that would help in treating her. He looked from one Crowley to the other. "With your permission I would like to make use of them," he said.

Beth nodded. Still she seemed hesitant. "We can give them to you to use for a while," she said, "But you have to take care of them. They're important to her. They've been in her family for some time. Decades. They're her legacy."

"Of course," he agreed, easily.

"And doctor," Beth said, her brown eyes serious, "We will be happy to keep your family's secret as long as you take care of her. She is important to us."

He realized that from her earnest expression, how serious she was. It would seem that his family might not have to move after all. "I promise you that I will do everything in my power to help her," Carlisle assured, even knowing there was nothing much that he could do outside of researching, observing, and waiting, "And thank you for keeping my family's secret."

"Family is important," Beth said, "And our family obviously has some secrets of our own."

:::

The storm had come rather suddenly, and while rain was not something that was new to Forks by any stretch of the imagination there was something different about this storm. This storm was wilder than anything they had seen in some time and with every clap of thunder and ever lightning strike, Edward could hear a surge of scattered panicked thoughts coming from all around him, though he could not make out the source of them.

He could hear one voice more acutely than he had ever heard any thoughts since becoming what he was. Not the suffering of the victims he had slain, and not the myriad of thoughts that assaulted him from others on a daily basis. These thoughts seemed more real somehow, more lucid, more concrete. Almost as if they were calling out to him, directed specifically toward him.

The voice while unfamiliar was beautiful and soft even in it's terror. He tried to focus on the deer in front of him. On the hunt. However, the voice seemed to be drawing him in and filling him with a warmth that was unnatural for his kind. A warmth that almost tricked him into believing his heart was still beating and that made him want to find the source of the voice.

Edward jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He met the eyes of his brother as Emmett shook him gently. "Where's your head at man?"

Before Edward could answer they heard movement in the trees. Turning in the direction of sound, he and Emmett watched as Alice emerged from the tree line her clothing soaked through.

"Edward," she began but was cut short as a vision accosted her and after weeks of being shut out Edward was allowed back into his sister's head shocked at what he saw there.

Edward sat on the roof of his home and was soon joined by a girl who he had never seen before. Her skin was a warm caramel color that shown gold where the sun hit it. He had never seen anyone more breathtaking as she fluffed her dark curls with her hands and gave him a crooked smile as she sat down beside him.

"Why are we up here again?" Edward asked as he reached out a hand to her.

She took his hand and Edward heard himself gasp and she kissed the back of it even though he had long since lost the need to breathe. "Bella wants to see me fly," she said as she kissed his fingertips.

"Don't you need an umbrella for that?" Edward asked, smirking.

The girl rolled her eyes. "You hate it when anyone references Dracula and yet you insist on getting your witch information from watching Practical Magic," she sighed, "A levitation spell will do just fine thank you very much. No umbrella necessary."

The girl stood and Edward caught her arm as he stood as well. "And if it doesn't work?"

The girl shook her head. "Oh ye of little faith," she chastised clucking her tongue at him and then, "If it doesn't work I guess you'll have to catch me before I hit the ground."

"Or we can go down together," he offered, "If something goes wrong I'll just wrap you in my arms and take the fall for you."

"Always such the romantic," the girl laughed before standing on her toes to kiss him. "We'll go down together," she whispered as she pulled back.

The girl threaded her fingers through his and they turned stepping off the roof as one.

Edward pulled out of Alice's head abruptly with shocked wide eyes. His body trembled with the longing. There was an inexplicable need that consumed him. It eclipsed anything he had ever known, even the need for Bella and her blood. He was terrified. That girl was his. He knew it. He was sure of it. She was his and he needed to find her. "What was that?" Edward spat, "Who is she?"

Alice didn't look surprised and Edward realized that this was the reason that he had been kept out of her head all of these weeks.

"I'll tell you everything," Alice said, sounding frantic, "But we need to go home and we need to go home now. She's here and she's changing."

Before Alice had finished the words Edward was speeding in the direction of the Cullen home.

:::

Carlisle Cullen closed Bonnie Bennett's grimoire as his wife walked into his office. He smiled at her as stopped in front of his desk.

"Have you found anything interesting?" Esme smiled back.

A storm had started outside and the lights were still turning on and off erratically. Bonnie's screams had almost stopped completely and seemed to worsen only when Bella left her side, which Carlisle noticed the girl had only done a twice since her arrival. Once for Carlisle to discuss matters with Bonnie's family and again when she had briefed Alice and Jasper about what had happened.

"Bonnie's family was right, these books tell the story of a legacy," Carlisle stated nodding. "I've found lots of interesting things but nothing that would shed any light on what the transformation will do to Bonnie," he said, "The books speak of witches, of werewolves apart from the shifters and a different breed of vampires. There are spells and recipes for potions and concoctions. It almost seems like a work of fiction. Her family has a rather rich history that dates back some time. I find it baffling that we've never encountered one of her kind before and that they don't seem to be familiar with our kind either."

Esme looked to be in deep thought, before she shrugged. "Perhaps there's some kind explanation," she frowned, "A reason our paths have never crossed. This other breed of vampires…do they share our abilities?"

Carlisle shook his head. "Somewhat," he said, "There are similarities but they're closer to human than we'll ever be."

"And what of these witches?" Esme asked.

"Their powers," Carlisle said, "Some of them are similar in nature to the gifts some of our kind had as humans. There's a chance that her abilities will manifest at an even greater level after the change. I have a feeling that our kind has met beings like her before, sensed something different in them. Something that makes us want to change them. Noticed their gifts but didn't realize what they were. These books they speak of precognition, elemental manipulation, mind and thought manipulation, and the list goes on and on. Powers that we know that others like us possessed as human. They had to her kind. Witches. I am almost sure of it. Alice included I believe. Some witches have more powers than others and some have powers that never really manifest at all. But this girl….this Bonnie…her line seems to be among the most powerful that have ever lived and she being the last of it was prophesized to surpass them all."

Esme's eyes widened and smiled. "She's sounds like a very remarkable young lady," she said, "I look forward to meeting her when she wakes."

Carlisle nodded. "As do I," he said, "Let us hope that she does and soon."

:::

By the time Edward had arrived home the girl he had been informed was Tyler's cousin, Bonnie Bennett had been unconscious for some time. Her family was in the living room waiting with the rest of the Cullens aside from Carlisle who was still locked in his office reading up on the girl's family. She was a witch, Edward had been told, something he still hadn't wrapped his mind around.

Bonnie had been moved into his bedroom from the basement, though she remained on the gurney as he didn't have a bed and Edward wished that he had one if for nothing else but to provide her with more comfort during the change.

Edward sped into the room and to Bonnie's side clutching one of her hands and holding it both of his own. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it his eyes never leaving her gorgeous face that was so silent and still.

Edward didn't realize that he wasn't alone until Bella's familiar voice spoke. "She hasn't moved in so long," Bella frowned, "Hasn't made a sound. Does that mean it'll be over soon?"

Edward looked at Bella and tried to hide the guilt in his expression. He had been so hyperaware of her for so long, from the moment they met and now he was still aware but the feeling paled in comparison to his awareness of Bonnie, a girl he didn't know. A girl he had just met and had shown affection to right in front of the girl he claimed to love.

Bella for her part didn't seem at all upset by Edward's behavior. In fact, Edward noted, she was clutching Bonnie's other hand in one of her own and stroking the other girl's hair in an almost loving manner with her other hand as she waited for Edward to answer her question. Rosalie had said that Bella had found the girl and refused to leave her side since. Edward felt something strange as he watched Bella run her thumb over the back of Bonnie's hand, like a missing puzzle piece clicking into place.

"They said her change is different than anything they've seen," he frowned as he answered finally, "That the pain is coming and going as if something is protecting her from it. If she's still now, I think that means the pain is over at least."

Bella sighed in relief and Edward watched as her lips twitched into a smile. "Good," she whispered and then, "I don't know what it is about her, but I hate seeing her like this. I just met her tonight but watching this has just been-"

"Almost physically painful?" Edward asked, his own uneasiness showing and the ache in his chest at the sight of Bonnie's suffering increasing at Bella's discomfort as well.

Bella nodded. "She'll be fine though right?"

Edward nodded this time. "Yes, love," he whispered, "She'll be fine. She's strong. I can feel it." And he could. The strange tingling where he touched her, whatever power she possessed surrounded him and calmed him from the inside out.

"You hear that Bonnie?" Bella asked, placing a kiss on Bonnie's forehead. "You'll pull through. Just wake up and we'll be here."

Edward pressed Bonnie's hand to his lips again. "That's right, beloved," he whispered, "Wake up and come back to us."

To us, Edward thought and even though he could not hear Bella's thoughts, something unspoken passed between them as they looked at each other over Bonnie's prone form.

Not just mine then, Edward smiled softly, though he wasn't sure he was reading the situation right. Like with most things with Bella, things were uncertain because he could not see into her mind. Bonnie's own mind had grown quiet as well and Edward wanted her to wake so that he could hear her thoughts, hear her voice.

Edward stilled as he felt Bonnie's hand squeezed his own and Bella shot out of her seat on the other side.

"She's waking up," Bella proclaimed.

Edward's squeezed Bonnie's hand in turn and waited. As the girl's eyes snapped open and her red gaze met his own, Bella reached across Bonnie over to the space that separated her from Edward and fisted her hand in his shirt as her other hand clutched Bonnie's. As Bella's heart pounded in his ears and Bonnie looked up at him with something like awe, Edward felt something that he had never felt in the entirety of his existence, completion.

End Notes: I want to continue this but not sure if I will if there's isn't much interest. Please let me know what you guys think. Also a reminder to any of those who want to read the older stories, they are all archived over on Wattpad! Thanks for reading!