Hey guys sorry for the long wait,, had way to many things to do and I just wanted this to be perfect! So this is the intro to the intro... in other words i am planning to have half of the story in the past and the other half or little more in the present. Let me know what you think, if you have any ideas or if I should go on with the story. Thanks! And yey! There is BAB Season 2! Way to go beasties. Oh, PS: you are welcome to be a part of a great beastie forum called .com!

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Prologue: Reasons and Memories

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. There owned by The CW, CBS Studios and the companies that work with the network. Any dialogue and or story likeness is coincidental and not intended to offend anyone.

My name is Catherine Chandler, and this is my story. I won't tell you about a tragedy but I won't tell you about a fairytale. I will tell you what I have lived through to the best of my memories.

I have made my way in the world by effort and perseverance and I have managed to survive because of a couple of extremely special people in my life. No worries, you will come to know them as the story goes along.

All I can say is that the story starts in a Denver bar. Yes, a bar of all places.

My mother was a women of life, well that was how she said it. In other words, she was an alcoholic and drug addict that loved to be "in the zone". So getting to be 10 years old and your only memories of your mother is of her slurring her words and almost falling if not completely knocked out, it is not a very good childhood.

Oh if you think that you pity me, the worse hasn't still been made known to you. Every time she was in her zone, she became very violent. Yes she was abusive; the once respected Dr. Vanessa Chandler was now an abusive-drunk-junkie.

Anyway, I think that God at least didn't hate me completely since he gave me Mr. Gabe. Gabriel Lowan was an old man, maybe in his eighties, and he tried to help me as much as he could. He enrolled me in school and made sure that went there. He was careful to see that I had food in my stomach and that I was actually learning things in school. He was the one that was able to take me to the doctor when I got sick and was the one that actually paid for my medicines. In return, I gave him all the love that I could muster at a young age and kept his house, ran his errands and anything else he needed to get done.

So getting back to the story, one day my mother got home very drunk and high, and thinking about it now as a grown woman with a lot more understanding of the situation I don't really know how she didn't die of the mixtures she made, and had one of her episodes. She beat me so much that I lost consciousness and when I came about I was in the hospital with Mr. Gabe by my side. He told me that he had heard the whole thing and that he had called the police and that they had taken my mom away and taken me to the hospital.

Once I got discharged, Mr. Gabe was waiting for me at the hospital's exit with a small suitcase and a manila envelope. He took me to the airport. Once there he took me aside and told me that he had been searching and was able to find out where my father was. He gave me the envelope and told me to be careful with it. Inside I later found my passport and birth certificate, as well as a letter that explained everything that had happened to my mother and me. He gave me some money and gave me the plane ticket and told me to go in the plane and then get on a taxi once I was in New York and go to the address he had given me. Once there I would ask for Thomas Chandler and then give him the letter. If he threw me out, I was to ask for a phone and call him; we would then decide what to do if we got to that point.

He took both of my hands in one of his and kissed both my cheeks and forehead. I forced myself to let him since I knew that he would never hurt me. He told me that I was a special little girl, that he really loved me as if I were his own blood granddaughter and made me promise to never forget him. And with that I was lead to the new chapter of the book of my life.

Till this day I have not broken my promise to him, I remember him everyday and now I understand that he was an angel that was there to watch over me and help me. Unfortunately, I later came to know that he died about 2 months after I left, natural causes. He had no one in the world so no one claimed him and no one actually knows where his body ended. When I feel like I want to connect with him I just close my eyes and transport myself to the quiet evenings in his house, him in the rocker reading Great Expectations, as always, me in the floor doing homework or reading a book that I had borrowed from the library. Or I remember the ways he always gave me a cupcake and a small present for my birthday or the way he said sweet comforting words while I cried after my mom had beaten me.

So I got to New York, and I did as I was told. I was actually really nervous about looking at my father. I didn't know what had happened with my mother or if he knew that I was born. Heck, even at that age I didn't even know if he was my real father but here I was, 10 years old, filled with fear and drenched in rain.

I got to the address and was stunned to see a mansion; I made a double take, took a deep breath and went forward. I remember thinking "Here goes Nothing".