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A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at a Bamon story. My story takes place after Founder's Day probably a couple of months later near the start of the new school year. There are a few events that haven't taken place like the kiss and Katherine's return. Other than that, everything is the same. I hope this is a good start, and please review and let me know if I should continue I would really like to know what you think.

Baby S

Chapter One

Jaxon Augustus marched down the cold quiet corridor by himself, his long thick black coat fluttering behind him as he made his way to where he had been summoned. He barely acknowledge the younger men standing guard as he stepped through the doors they held opened for him. As soon as he entered he paused briefly and looked across the room at his oldest associates Lucius and Marcel. Lucius smiled as Jaxon stepped into the room and immediately sat down his cup and spoke his voice full of false cheerfulness. "I'm surprised you arrived so earlier...and here I thought we would have to go on without you." he gushed as he stood up from his seat. Jaxon eyed him wearily and then looked over at Marcel who was merely watching him like a cold calculating predator.

"I'm only here because you mentioned Jacob...what happened?" he asked calmly, not wanting to let on just how much he was concerned about his old mentee. He would have to be lying if he told himself he didn't care. Jacob had been the only person, once he got to be around the age of thousand who he cared for. The young mage or witch had been a breath of fresh air. He had been powerful, at least one of the most powerful people they had elected to accept into their exclusive coven. He had been a turn that had pleased and angered Lucius greatly which was why Jaxon had been given charge over him and his development. Lucius smiled bitterly at his question and shook his head as he moved from around the table.

"I knew that once left to his own devices...and without your constant presence...he would slip and slip he has...I knew she didn't escape and if it wasn't for him we would have had her in our fold years ago." he stated finishing the statement with his eyes blackening in anger as his fangs dropped down. Jaxon watched him calmly, years of living like this and seeing various vampires had left him in a state of numbness. He didn't care that Lucius was anger, and he certainly didn't care if the other man decided to attack him. He was sure he could defend himself in a fight. Once again he shifted his eyes to Marcel who watched quietly, but with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. It was at that moment he knew who it was that told Lucius about Jacob.

"She was his slave...she probably did escape." he murmured with a shrug of his shoulders. "Marcel, can't be trusted...and he's had it out for Jacob for as long as I can-."

"Even if he admitted it."

"Probably after hours of torture." Jaxon stated quickly dismissing the idea of Jacob actually admitting some type of betrayal to the likes of them. He knew he had trained Jacob better. Told him the ins and outs of working around two sick bastards like Marcel and Lucius. He looked between them both and watched as Lucius rolled his eyes.

"There was no torture...in fact, Marcel brought him before me...and before I could even lift a hand," he paused and demonstrated by lifting his left hand in a soft wave before allowing it to fall back to his side. "He told me in no uncertain terms that he did allow that witch to escape and that there was no way he was giving up his family to us. He then looked me straight in the eye and told me that he told her to run and that she didn't escape."

"Just like that." Jaxon deadpanned as he tilted his head to the side and looked around the room, before looking back at Lucius.

"Yes, just like that. He seems to be a chip off the old block...he doesn't care, I'm sure that's something you taught him."

"Yeah probably, except for the part where he's suppose to care about his own life before anyone else isn't that right, Jaxon." Marcel asked speaking up for the first time, his disgust and hatred for Jaxon coming through his every word. Lucius looked over at him and sighed.

"I really don't know what's been going on between the two of you for centuries but seriously Marcel this is my moment allow me to taunt Jaxon and enjoy it." Marcel looked at Jaxon and then back at Lucius. It wasn't like any one in the room didn't know why the hostility between Jaxon and Marcel existed, it was just that Lucius loved to ignore it.

"Sorry boss." he replied before sending Jaxon a silent sneer. Lucius waited a bit longer before continuing.

"Now you know the punishment for betrayal...especially betraying one of the founding three right," he paused and looked at Jaxon before continuing. "Of course you do...you use to do it a long time ago when you were younger...and if I remember you use to have fun with it. That's why we invited you back...we wanted to give you a good memory kicker...you know." Lucius replied as Jaxon's eyes widened in realization. "See now he gets it." Lucius replied as he turned to Marcel who seemed to be enjoying the look on Jaxon's face greatly.

"Did you think it died out with your old empire?" Marcel asked coldly, no longer caring if he got into trouble with Lucius. "Or do you think that you still have a hold on that old torture device...all I have to say is it's about time someone used it on someone you cared about...you know so you can finally see how it feels." Lucius didn't feel like correcting Marcel, so instead he focused his attention on Jaxon and sighed.

"Look, I'm being considerate here...after all he was your last mentee."

"My only mentee." Jaxon replied smoothly.

"Still regardless, I'm being considerate here and I'm going to allow you one last time to talk to him cause he's gonna burn in the morning, first thing." he replied coldly. Jaxon crossed his massive arms over his chest and sighed.

"So you called me here...because you wanted me to see, you both killing Jacob." By the time he had finished the sentence Lucius was directly in front of him. Lifting a hand to stop Marcel from moving as well he spoke his voice low and cold, no longer holding the false joyous tone it had held earlier during the conversation.

"Jacob betrayed me," he paused and then spoke again. "He betrayed all of us."

"How so...I wasn't and still am not that obsessed with getting others to join our ranks. If they decide to do so, then that's fine but if they don't...well let's just say I'm not to cool with the forcefulness that I've known you to use."

"He betrayed us...he betrayed you."

"I never wanted her in our ranks." Jaxon replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "But like back then my opinion didn't matter."

"So you were in on too then?" Marcel asked

"Please if I did...I'd tell you, I'm not scared of you two and I'm most certainly not scared of death. I'm just tired." he muttered with a shake of his head. "So let me go and talk to him...he deserves to at least see one kind face before sunrise." Lucius studied him for a long moment, the room in complete silence. After a few moments, he stopped and clasped his hands together.

"Very well, follow me," he stated as he looked over at Marcel who just smirked and kicked his feet up on the table in front of him. Once they were out of the room, Lucius turned to him and then spoke up for the first time. "I want you to do me a favor."

"Oh really, what else would you like me to do...sweep up the ashes."

"He betrayed us...who knows what else he was up too." Lucius stated harshly, "He was a good witch, powerful and everything but I will not stand by and allow him to make a fool of me...of all of us." Jaxon wisely decided to keep his mouth closed, he just nodded his head and allowed Lucius to go on.

They continued on in silence, until they reached the small outdoor arena that Lucius had erected several hundred years ago. It was mostly built to be an outdoor theatre, where he could go and talk to his other followers, but sometimes it was used to display his and Marcel's cruelty. Oh back in his day he took part in the torture himself but he had grown so tired of it all.

"Reminds me of home." Lucius murmured as he looked over his shoulder back at Jaxon. "The empire had been good for me once I got you and Marcel."

"Yeah, I'm sure it was." he admitted as his eyes move away from him and landed on the large cross structure that laid on it's back with a man tied to it. Lucius followed his glaze with his eyes and then allowed a small smile to play across his lips.

"Remember my favor...I want you to find out where the descendants are if there are any...I want them for this Coven...I want them to join, this Coven." Jaxon tightened his jaw as he looked at the man and then back over towards Jacob. He knew he wouldn't try, he never understood Lucius' obsession with the young slave nor his continued obsession.

"I'll see what I can do." Lucius reached out and grabbed his shoulder, adding on pressure as he stared him directly in the eye.

"See that you do everything you can." Jaxon nodded and watched as Lucius stepped back and then walked away. Once he was sure he was gone, he headed over to the cross and sat down beside the head of Jacob Bennett. The man who was forever twenty-three, looked up at him his green eyes staring at him before he licked his tongue out and wetted his lips.

"I didn't think you'd come back."

"I'd come back for you Jacob...you have proven to be my only friend in all these years." he admitted. He studied the cross his friend was tied too, and then looked down. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

"Nothing I didn't create on my own." Jaxon's golden brown eyes looked at him for a moment before he lifted a hand and rubbed it over his face.

"They're saying you lied to them about Emily."

"I did...I loved her, did you really think I would let them get her all those years ago...did you really think that I would allow her to join a place, a coven especially after getting such bad vibes from Lucius in regards to her."

"Then you should have left with her."

"That was my fault as well...I couldn't resist the temptation of being two powerful entities merged into one. A vampire and a witch...my life after turning as been truly," he stopped and looked away. "I just I wasn't very strong."

"No, I would have to say you weren't." Jaxon replied softly as he looked at the man who he had mentored from the moment he had crossed over. He knew at the beginning that Lucius had just been punishing him for speaking out for the young man. He had reasoned with Lucius in private that perhaps the slave girl Emily had actually escaped from Jacob. Lucius not really knowing what had happened had in a fit of rage thrusted Jacob into his care. He didn't want to waste his Coven teachers on a man he didn't trust. It seemed that Lucius had never really gotten over his trust issues for Jacob even after hundreds of years.

"I'm prepared to die though...I'm ready."

"If you say so."

"I've missed her for so long, you know...I regret, will always regret sending her away. She told me that Lucius couldn't be trusted but the temptation of it all." Jacob smiled for a moment as he remembered the furiousness on Emily's face during their discussion so long ago. "She was so beautiful when angry...I sometimes used to make her mad just to see her face, and boy did she get angry. Thank God I knew some magic as well or she would have burnt the plantation down...I mean sometimes she was just that angry." Seeing Jacob so okay with his fate, made Jaxon wonder what could get in a man's heart that made him so ready for death. He had been ready for death, had longed for it for centuries but he had never really given in like Jacob.

"Lucius wants to know about descendants."

"Like I would tell him."

"It would take awhile before he found out...I'm sure he'd discover it someway." Jaxon admitted softly. "He's probably already looking into it."

"So you want me to make it easier for him." Jacob snapped out as he thought about everything he had done over the last few weeks. Checking up on his family, making sure they were okay and even mourning the death of his granddaughter times however many greats it took to make it correct. Jaxon shook his head and knelt down closer to him.

"No...don't make it easier for him." Jaxon whispered his voice low as he looked at the other man. He reached out and extended his hand carefully placing it on the hand closest to him while trying not to jar the wooden stake that was driven through his wrist.

"I'm glad you came...at least I got to see a friendly face before it all ended."

"At least." Jaxon replied softly as he looked at the man, the only man who he could call his friend. As soon as the thought entered his mind he knew exactly what needed to be done. What he needed to do. "Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me," he paused and then moved closer. "Let me help...let me watch over them. Lucius isn't going to stop, not with you. He'll go after them...you and I both know this." Jacob nodded his head and then looked up at the moon. He remembered how much he and Emily would go out into the dark of night to practice so they could teach each other new tricks. She had been more powerful...more learnt in the art of magic, so she taught him more in the beginning but once he got the hang of it. It had been wonderful, they had shared so much. Until the day that three men showed up on his doorstep claiming to know actually what he was as well as Emily. That day was the end of their peaceful companionship and love.

"Just protect my granddaughter." he whispered brokenly. Jaxon nodded his head and reached out and touched Jacob, with the last bit of his strength he sent Jaxon a small image of a room. It was the only information that he was willing to pass to him because he feared that somehow Lucius would find out. Jaxon pulled back and looked down at him before speaking. The inner fear and turmoil that he had felt from Jacob had been the first thing to awaken his emotions in years. Jacob was like his brother, one he had raised especially in the way of becoming a true vampire and using his powers from his witch ancestry. He had showed him how to successfully merge the two and now his friend was on the verge of dying because through it all he had loved someone.

"I'll do it." he whispered softly into the night. "Now I have to ask you something else. Do you want to die like this tomorrow...or should I just take you out of your misery right now." Jacob looked over at him and then chuckled bitterly before crying.

"All those sundays in church...," he paused as he thought about his upbringing, and how his father despite owning slaves would travel with him and his mother every sunday to hear the preacher. He thought about how many times he sat in the first pew listening to the significant of Jesus' death and how that had affected him. "Kill me with the stake...at least that way...just do it." he trailed off and looked at Jaxon who just sat watching him.

"A stake it is." he quickly reached out and pulled the stake from his wrist, Jacob bite his bottom lip as he moaned it pain. Jaxon could hear the moving of footsteps and quickly shifted so he could look Jacob in the face. "I'll find her and protect her...and I'll see you on the other side someday." Jacob just looked at him and nodded before resting his head back and looking up at the moon. Jaxon paused only briefly as he took in the sense of peace on Jacob's face before driving the stake into his heart, just as the doors to the arena bursted open.

"I haven't seen Elena around lately, Bonnie. Is everything okay in BFB land?" Bonnie looked up from her plate and rolled her eyes at her father.

"It's BFF...not BFB what does that even mean?" she asked, Benjamin Bennett shrugged his shoulders and looked at his daughter, his only child.

"I don't know what any of those things you and those girls say to each other mean anyway. The only one I know for sure is LOL and even that took you explaining it to me," he replied with a smile he hoped would lighten the mood at the dinner table. "You know you're going to give me a complex if you don't even try to eat my food. I worked pretty hard on that."

"I'm sorry dad I'm just not in the eating mood right now." she stated as she once again began pushing her vegetables around on the table. Benjamin looked at her for a moment before speaking up, secretly he hoped that this wouldn't upset her but he knew he needed to talk to her about things once and for all.

"I know you're upset about your grandmother dying but-." His words froze at the look that Bonnie sent him almost immediately.

"How would you know...you were hardly here and then you sent me away so you could go on another business trip," she looked away from him while mumbling. "You probably didn't even care." Benjamin immediately bristled at her words and spoke up while raising his voice a little.

"I cared about my mother...I loved my mother and regardless of what you think I love you too. My job is a time consuming one, but look I asked them for this summer off and they as of right now are giving it too me. Besides I thought you needed to leave for a little while."

"Why would I want to do that? You sent me to people I barely even knew." she returned sharply. "I basically spent all of my time in the guest room." Reading and studying spells, she finished in her head before looking down at her plate. "I didn't enjoy it there." Benjamin looked across the table at her and wondered how he could reach his daughter and make her understand that even though he did things that she probably didn't agree with. He did it because he loved her. Everything he had been doing since her mother had died had been because he loved her and wanted to protect and provide for her and his job was the prefect way to do that. Lifting his glass of ice tea to his mouth he took a good sip and then spoke up.

"You still have told me why you and Elena aren't cool anymore."

"Just a differing of opinions."

"Now you girls have been friends for so long...you shouldn't let something like opinions destroy your friendship." Bonnie looked at her father and slowly nodded her head. Even though she didn't agree with most of what he did she still found some of his statements and beliefs to be good.

"You're right...I'll call and talk to her later Dad." Benjamin smiled happy he could at least do that right.

"Alright then...and how about tomorrow me and you can go out...we can have a father/daughter day like we used to have when you were little." Bonnie cracked her first smile of the night at her father's words and shook her head.

"And what exactly will we do?"

"Whatever you want, babygirl...I see I've made some mistakes and I want to make things up to you." As soon as he finished the statement, his phone went off. His eyes instantly went towards Bonnie who just shook her head and sat back.

"Go ahead answer it, I know you want too." Benjamin shook his head and leaned back in his chair.

"No...it can wait we were talking." he stated just as the phone stopped ringing. "Now about our day tomorrow what do you think, what do you-" he was cut off again by his phone ringing, Benjamin didn't even attempt to look at his daughter, he just picked up his phone. "Bennett, here."

Bonnie sat back and just looked at her father as he settled back on the chair and started talking on the phone. It took everything in Bonnie, not to mentally toss the phone again the wall until it broke into a million pieces. After a few moments, she watched as her father's face fell and he sent her a worried look across the table. "I asked you for the summer off...I've worked my butt off all year, you can't tell me my production hasn't been the best," he paused and allowed the other man a word then continued. "Seriously I've never really asked for much since I started working there...all I want is this summer." Bonnie watched as his jaw dropped opened in shock before he shot up to his feet. "Wait what...how in the hell do you know that." he snapped, before he looked over at his daughter. Benjamin then quickly walked out the room with his hand raised in the air above his head in obvious shock. Bonnie watched his retreating back as his voice got smaller and smaller as he disappeared deeper into the house. She looked back down at her plate and sighed.

"So much for our father/daughter day." she muttered to herself as she pushed her plate away from her and sat back with her arms folded across her chest. After a few minutes, her father returned with a look of complete sadness on his features. He watched his daughter for a moment before leaning on the side of the doorway. She looked up at him and then sighed before standing up and heading towards the sink with her plate. "Let me take a wild guess...your job needs you." Benjamin lowered his head into his hand then and sighed brokenly. He was completely torn up, and he didn't know what to do. His job needed him and his daughter needed him.

"I'm sorry baby girl...it's an emergency and-."

"Right here is an emergency...I need you daddy...I've been through so much this year and you were hardly there for me." she exclaimed thinking about her near death experience at the hands of one Damon Salvatore. There were still moments when she felt his sharp teeth tearing in her neck with the intent to kill. "I need you but like usual your job comes first."

"I do my job to help protect you and provide for you, Bonnie." Pushing himself off the threshold he walked in the kitchen. "Everything I've done in my life has been for you alright." he whispered, Bonnie sat her dishes down and then looked up at him.

"Well," she paused and she truly wanted to say more but she just didn't have the strength to do it anymore. "I guess I'm driving you to the airport." With that said she brushed by her father and quickly headed upstairs. Benjamin listened as she bounded up the stairs, his heart heavy with sadness and regret.

Jaxon landed directly in front of the room that Jacob Bennett had sent to his mind during their last talk. He knew he had to move fast or else Marcel would catch up with him. Kicking the door open, he stepped inside and saw most of Jacob's things tossed around. "This is where they must of caught him...Marcel never did check for clues." He stepped over a tossed chair and looked around the room and that's when he spotted it. The grimoire of Jacob Bennett, as he made his way across the room he heard the sound of someone moving behind him. Whipping around, he snarled as he saw Marcel standing in the doorway his black wings out for anyone to past by and see.

"What was that about not checking for clues?" he asked as he stepped into the room and promptly kicked the fallen chair out of his way. Jaxon shifted towards him and watched him not really trying to shift. Marcel just looked at him for a moment before the temperature in the room started to rise. "You know I've always wanted to burn you alive."

"Likewise...I always thought the perfect way to rid the world of Gaul pests like you were to burn them away." Marcel's incisors immediately dropped at his words, his eyes blackening and then turning red.

"Roman scum." he muttered just as the room erupted in flames, Jaxon watched as Marcel lunged at him before swiftly turning and catching him by the shoulders, his incisors dropped to about two inches as he held the other man before him. Rising his fist he slammed it into the other's shoulder and stepped back as he heard a sickening pop. Marcel grunted in pain, and quickly sent out an energy burst that sent Jaxon flying back into the wall cracking it. Shaking the dust from his head, he lowered the flames surrounding Jacob's grimoire just as Marcel reached for it. Latching on to one of the pages that extended out of the book. Jaxon mentally pulled the book to him, not caring that Marcel had pulled out an empty page.

"We'll have to settled this sometime later...as of now I have much more important things to take care of." Before Marcel could react, Jaxon had flung himself out of the room, his huge bat-like wings taking him away from the scene. Marcel stood up then and looked down at the piece of paper in his hands. Almost immediately he smiled at the words on the page. It seemed Jaxon wasn't as smart as he thought and they would be having their conversation much sooner rather than later. All it would was a bit of magic to find out exactly where this Bonnie Bennett, Jacob had written about was. His thoughts however, were interrupted by the sound of a man's terrified voice.

"Sir are you alright?" Looking out the front door of the room, he saw a middle aged man standing there. "Get out of there...the place is on fire...you'll get hurt." As Marcel stood staring at the man the small pain his shoulder made itself known. In the blink of an eye he was in front of the man, who was so shocked he dropped the phone in his hand. Marcel studied him for a moment, his eyes growing black right before the man. The man barely was able to release a scream before Marcel snapped his neck and sucked him dry. Wiping his hand over his mouth he closed his eyes as he felt his shoulder shifting back into place. He looked down at the page in his hand and just smiled, it would just be a matter of time before he met this Bonnie Bennett, but first he needed to go back and tell Lucius what he had found going off after Jaxon.

Lucius was in his office, when he finally returned to the compound, without looking up from his grimoire Lucius spoke. "I'm happy to see you had time to eat before coming back here." Marcel reached into his pocket and took out the paper he had managed to get from Jaxon.

"He was a witness...and you know I've never been one to let a good meal go to waste." He stated with a smirk, "But it's all not bad news...I have a name for you." Marcel replied as he walked across the room and handed Lucius the paper.

"A name...I'd rather have the person...not just their name." He stated as he took the paper from his hand. Unfolding it he looked at the paper briefly and then back up at Marcel.

"A family tree huh...and I guess Bonnie Bennett is the latest witch in this family." he murmured tracing the lone name at the bottom.

"I was thinking maybe you could see where she was...and I'll go get her of course with some minions." he replied smoothly. Lucius sat the paper down and looked at him for a moment before chuckling. Leaning back in his chair, he watched Marcel for a moment before speaking.

"Would the minions also be used to...um, well I don't know...to go after Jaxon."

"Don't you want him dead...he betrayed you." Marcel snapped out. Lucius sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"He was my first true turn...the others were mere mistakes...mistakes that caused this influx of regular vampires into the world. But, Jaxon and you were truly my greatest turns. I really don't want him to die...he's quite powerful in his own right."

"But he betrayed you...and he's going to try and keep a witch from you...a witch that has come from one of the most powerful witch lines in Africa. I know you want Bonnie Bennett...well Jaxon is going to have to die for that to happen." Marcel stated his eyes trained on Lucius who seemed to be thinking over everything he had just said.

"Very well...though it pains me to give this order, do whatever it is you think necessary to get me this Bonnie Bennett...gather everyone you need and when I've found out exactly where she is I'll tell you, and then you go and do your job." Marcel nodded and then back out of the room. Finally he was moving up to the number two spot, Lucius right hand man. Oh he'd get Bonnie Bennett and kill Jaxon nice and slow. Oh he'd make sure to enjoy killing that Roman bastard every step of the way.

Bonnie rested her head on the side of the window as her father drove them both towards the airport. Benjamin Bennett looked over at his only child and then back at the road his large hands gripping the steering wheel, after a few more moments of silence he spoke up. "Look, baby-girl...I know you're upset with me...hell I'm upset with me too but really there's nothing I can do, my job is demanding and I just can't...you know I can't take you being angry with me." he admitted softly as they pulled up to a red light. At her father's words, Bonnie closed her eyes and allowed the few tears she was holding back from him to fall.

"I'm not angry, Dad. I'm just sad, so much has happened to me this year. Grams is gone, and I really just wanted to spend time with you." she admitted softly, Benjamin lowered his head then feeling even more like a piece of crap for leaving his daughter like this. He knew she had been shaken up by her grandmother's death. It had all been so sudden, his mother had never even seemed sick to him especially since had spoken to her that week. To him over the phone she had seemed perfectly fine. Reaching over he placed a hand on his daughter's smaller one and sighed.

"I'll make it up to you...once this project is done, I'll come back and we can just hang together." Bonnie bit into the corner of her bottom lip and sighed for a moment.

"It sounds okay to me." she admitted with a nod of her head. He smiled then and settled back in his chair and stepped on the gas as it went green.

"Thank you for being so understanding, baby-girl," he stated softly. "So are you going to call Elena and try to fix whatever riff you two are having?"

"Yeah, Dad...," she answered with a shake of her head. Bonnie sat there for a little while thinking and then spoke up. "Can I go out to Grams' house sometimes?" she asked softly hoping he would say yes at least to the weekends. She liked it out there and it was also the perfect place for her to practice her bigger spells. Ones she couldn't perform in her father's backyard in their crowded neighborhood. Benjamin looked over at her worry all over his face.

"Your grandmother lived pretty far out there...the houses are pretty much spaced out. I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"At least for the weekends, Dad...please and you can call and check up on me whenever you like." Benjamin sighed for a moment before nodding his head in consent, before raising a hand and speaking out firmly.

"But only for the weekends...during the week...you spend time at home understand."

"Okay Dad." she replied as they finally pulled up outside of the airport, Benjamin pulled over to the side and turned off the car. They both got out, and Bonnie met her father by the trunk of the car. "Have a good trip, okay."

"I will...and I'll call you when I land alright," he stepped forward and hugged his daughter close before kissing her on the top of her head. "Be safe and I'll see when I get back." he replied softly as he headed into the airport. Bonnie watched him before getting into the car and heading back home. As she drove she picked up her phone and dialed Elena's phone number. The two of them hadn't really talked to one another since Founder's Day, granted they had seen one another at the hospital both of them either coming or going from Caroline's room but they just hadn't talked. Almost immediately Bonnie hung up the phone and tossed it into the passenger seat. School would be starting up soon and hopefully they could talk then. She didn't really feel like have such a personal conversation with her best friend on a cell phone, she wanted to have the conversation face to face with her and that's what she was going to do first thing on Monday when school started back. Bonnie gave herself a reassuring nod and spoke aloud.

"Monday I'll talk to her monday."

Jaxon had never been more annoyed in his life, he had been trying his hardest to figure things out in Jacob's Grimoire but unfortunately things weren't working out. He knew he was rusty at least to rusty to be trying to protect a witch that had the whole Coven probably led by Marcel about to rain hell on her head and her life. Sitting back on the bed, he flipped through Jacob's grimoire again. Half of it was in diary form and the other half was a collection of spells and ideas that really impressed him. He didn't think Jacob was this good at spell configuring, but the man certainly didn't make any sissy spells. They were all killer spells, they could kill both vampire and witches. If Marcel or Lucius ever got their hands on these spells things would certainly get bad. The only clue he could gather from the book was that his granddaughter was in Mystic Falls, which was where he was at the moment. He had arrived the night of the fire, after quickly scanning the book for clues. So far from what he could tell the people here...well at least some knew about vampires or at least supernaturals, which would explain the mysterious fire that took out a great deal of people that the town didn't seem to be mourning. In fact..., he paused in his thinking as he heard a small shifting in front of him. Looking up from his book with a raised eyebrow he studied the police officer in front of him. He was the second in command in this small town and he was pretty sure he could answer any and all of his questions. "The dead has arisen." he deadpanned with a smile as he sat the book aside and place his hands on his lap while watching the man at the foot of the bed struggle in his chair. "Look, don't panic...I was getting a little worried about you for a minute...I don't want to enter a new town and instantly murder someone." he watched as the man's eyes widened greatly before continuing. "I have some questions...and you are going to help me by answering them." The man screamed like he was trying out for the lead character Sidney in Scream as Jaxon mentally pulled him and the chair over to his side of the bed. "Shut up." he snapped out coldly. "Now if you behave and answer my questions I promise you I'll let you go," he looked pointedly at the man and then spoke again with a tired sigh. "Do I make myself clear?" When the man nodded his head he spoke up quickly. "I had a friend named Jacob Bennett now please tell me are there any Bennetts in this small town." The man blinked up at him before nodding his head. "Well please answer me."

"Um, there's only Benjamin and his daughter now...Sheila Bennett died a few months back." he answered truthfully although his voice quivered with each word. Jaxon settled back and stared at the man blankly for a moment as he thought things over and then paused. He was an old soul so he knew the meaning of names. Benjamin literally meant the son of Jacob or son of my old age, yeah he was in the right place.