Chapter 1

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Bonnie closed her eyes. It was time. Now was perfect. She took a deep breath and jumped. The water hit her like a rush of icy kisses. But right now she didn't have time to ponder on how great she felt in the water. It was time to swim. Time to win.

The scouts were there. In the stands watching on. She had to excel. Her palms connected with the wall of the swimming pool and she bounced back. Bonnie was like a fish in water. Her tiny body moved in swift motions. It was almost unnatural. But it was what she loved. Swimming came as natural to her as music. Both passions of her's. Though only one her parents approved of.

"Go for the win, Bon!" She heard her friends shout as she resurfaced before propelling herself with her feet. She was going to win this. Get her scholarship and get her baby back. As the final lap came she felt a rush go through her. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins. This was it. Her time in the sun. Her glory moment. And it was. Bonnie won. Yet it didn't feel like a win should be. It felt like every other swim meet.

Boring and too easy to conquer.

Maybe she had gotten too good. Or maybe they just all got too lazy.

Maybe.

"You were amazing Bon!" Stiles shouted above the other screams. She smiled and thanked him for telling her something she already knew.

"Thanks guys!" No matter how much she won. It never got old. No. As a Whitmore it was an inherit code. Her brother was one and so was she.

"So what we gonna do for our champ's big win?" Stiles asked wrapping an arm around her wet shoulder.

"Pizza?" She suggested jade eyes glancing between her boys. They shouted yes and hoisted her on their shoulders. Bonnie giggled and threw her head slightly back.

She had to love her boys but the one she wanted to see wasn't there. Bonnie laughed harder. Maybe they won't tell she was faking.

Derek remembered the first time he saw her. She couldn't have been more than eight and had freckles on her cheeks. And jade eyes that sparkled when she laughed. He thought of her when he thought of his family before the fire. She was apart of it. The first supernatural being he met other than a wolf. Before the Kanima of course.

Bonnie was a witch but she looked more like a pixie.

After the fire. After Laura and him left another family had taken her in. The Whitmore's, they seemed to have a thing for adopting kids. Cora was happy to see her, so was Peter. In his own way of course. She had always been like daughter to him.

"Derek," a soft voice called him. Derek looked to his side and saw brown hair in the darkness of the loft. The teacher, Jennifer. She wrapped her bare thin soft arms around him and her brown eyes met his hazel ones. He kissed her. Her mouth tasted like mint. She wasn't Bonnie, but at least she was legal.

Bonnie bit into the cheese pizza, smiling as the warm cheese melted into her mouth as she chewed. She was thankful her friends made it. Isaac was arguing/fighting with Stiles over the last of cheese stick. Scott was sipping on his soda while pretending not to stare at Allison, while see just nibbled her anchovy pizza. Boyd was not present. Lydia was kinda there yet she wasn't. She was just staring sadly out the window, glancing at the ring on Bonnie's thumb finger. It was Jackson's, he had given it to her at the airport when he left for Boston. Bonnie swallowed the pizza then reached for Scott's soda. He pretended to be insulted but then took what was left of her pizza and ate it. She smiled. It was pure luck that their bus had pulled in the exact town she was having her championship in. She loved how luck worked sometimes.

"So how does it feel to be the reigning district swim champion?" Isaac asked, forming conversation between bites of the cheese stick.

Looks like he won.

"It feels amazing." That's what people expected her to say.

"Cool," the wolves could sense her lie but let it slide. They would question her at a later date. But for now she would enjoy company until they went back to their motel and she her's.

"I'm still hungry."

"Shut up, Stiles." Although he wasn't a wolf he sure ate like one.

"You're crazy right? Got dropped on your head a few times?" A dark haired man asked, his eyes doing a crazy wild thing that seemed that only he could do. It was trademarked. Demon Eyes, Blondie liked to call.

"Its a nice town." His comrade said, smiling as he made a turn.

"Its a small town, remember how those work out for us."

"Damon," he growled lowly.

"Stefan," he mimicked.

"It'll be good for us." Stefan told him as they passed the welcome sign. Beacon Hills. "Besides, we're just passing through." The brothers had been through a lot. Originals, werewolves, vampires, exes, dopplegangers and Elena. They deserved a vacation. One without any trouble.

"Ya know we can still make it in time for that flight to Vegas..." Stefan sighed but smiled.

"I'm just paying someone a visit." Damon arched an eyebrow.

"Mind sharing who that might be with me brother dearest?" Damon asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I kinda do."

Damon poked his ribs. Even as a vampire that kinda hurt.

"Damon..." He warned. His brother poked him once more.

"C'mon, tell me!" He whined childishly. Stefan remained silent and drove pass an ugly blue jeep.

"Stefan, I'm bored. I can do this all day."

"Damon." He groaned.

"Oh just tell me!"

"Goddamn Damon! Fine her name is Ngila Morelli!" His brother cooed and awed.

"Its hard to believe that I'm the younger one." Stefan grunted. This wasn't a pleasure call. He owed her a favor, that was all. Afterwards he'd be out like a bat out of hell.

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BEREK

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