After a few months of absents, I reread the story and thought it would be a good idea to continue it. The more I read, the more I noticed my poor grammar and spelling and thought a rewrite was in order. So in the next few weeks, I'll redo most of the chapters, add some things and take others out. Hope you'll still like whats to come.

Dedalus

Disclaimer

Neither the characters nor the storyline is mine. I just like to play with them. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...

Prolog and Chapter I

It was in the summer of 1865, that peace finally settled in the small town of Mystic Falls. Not only had the civil war finally come to an end, but the towns very own problems had also died down to some degree. With the death of the Salvatore family and the vampires killed in the church fire, most of the monsters seemed to have simply just vanished. It was a time of peace and prosperity for the townsfolk, and it was during that time, that Jonathan Gilbert fell in love with the lovely and honorable Ms. Victoria Fell.

They married, settled down and had a son, Henry, which they loved dearly. But things never have and never will be easy for the people of Mystic Falls. What no one, but Victoria's mother knew, was that Victoria was in fact, not the daughter of her husband, but was sired in an affair she had with mayor Lockwood.

It was so that the Lockwood family curse found it's way into the Gilbert family line. No one knew, no one, except for a young, but very powerful witch by the name of Emily Bennett. She had been in love with Johnathan for as long as she could remember, but as she was a black women, she knew such a relationship to be impossible. Still, she knew it would kill Johnathan if anything ever happened to his boy and while she couldn't break the curse, she used all her power and knowledge to tweak it. She "changed the locks", when normally someone had to die at your hands to trigger the curse, in the Gilbert's case you had to be killed by a human and come back from the dead to release it. And she was able to contain it to the first born male decedent of each generation. Satisfied with her work, thinking no witch would ever be stupid enough to bring back the dead. It's just something that wasn't done, it was like THE golden rule in witchcraft, for what's dead should stay dead. Little did she know, it would be one of her own descendants that would undo all the work she had done.

Nearly 150 years later

Jeremy Gilbert was bored out of his fucking mind. Gone with the wind, really? How did get robbed into that again? Oh, right CAROLINE! She was HARD to resist, like a force of nature, only more frightening. And maybe Elena was right, they needed to get out of the house. The last few years of his life had been a mess. He had lost his parents, he became an addict, fell in love with the wrong women and lost those too, learned his sister was really his cousin and now he had lost his uncle and his aunt, their last living relatives. They needed to stick together, for they were all the other had left. So of course Elena bailed on him and he was stuck wandering around town square, finding Damon Salvatore running or more like stumbling feverishly around, looking for Elena. He was sick of being kept in the dark, and decided to take a more active role in all this. He helped Damon hide at the Mystic Grill, not expecting to be shot with wooden bullets by sheriff Forbes. But still it happened. Well yeah, sucks to be him.

All their attempts to save him were in vain, because he had died seconds after being shot, too far gone even for the healing capacities of vampire blood. There was but one way to restore his life, and that way was magic. And so they took the broken shell, that once held the life of Jeremy Gilbert, to the abandoned house, that was build on top the old witches graveyard.

Emily could feel it. It was the feeling of family when Bonnie entered the house, ignoring their warning not to return here. If she did that, she had to have a legitimate reason, which was the only reason they allowed the party to enter. It was then, that she noticed the dead body and realized who it was, the young Mr. Gilbert. It dawned on her why Bonnie came here, and it broke the dead witch's heard, knowing she could not allow it to happen. To create or restore a life that far gone, another needed to be sacrificed, and she would not sent the last piece of legacy to her early grave, not even for the decedent of her own one single big love. It would undo all she had done in her own lifetime, and maybe it was for the best that the Gilbert line died and the curse with it.

Bonnie, of course, tried to save him anyway. Emily could feel Bonnie's powers dwindling, hoping she would lose consciousness before she died. She heard her begging, every word like a knife to her dead heart. It was the "I love him" that did it. She caved and mixed her power with Bonnie's, giving her the boost she needed to bring the boy back form the other site and by doing so, unknowingly, sacrificing her own life. It would be a matter of hours, before nature would claim her to restore balance. But Bonnie didn't knew that, no one ever taught her the rules. It was a sad thing to see.

"Bonnie? Oh, what happened?" Jeremy asked clearly confused, groaning in pain.

"It doesn't matter!" The young witch replied bravely clearly trying to protect the slightly younger boy by shielding him from the truth.

No one noticed Jeremy's eyes flashing amber while he closed them, trying to collect himself.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Jeremy finally found to some sort of rest. Alaric had just fallen asleep, and he had the house to himself. He felt strange. His senses seemed to be in overdrive, it started when he noticed a very foul odor but was not able to categorize it. It took him nearly 30 minuets to find its source, his running shoes, and he nearly gagged before throwing them into the hallway. He never had this problem before. He always aired them out and had never noticed their smell before. That's when he started to notice other things as well. He could not only hear Alaric snoring downstairs, but also Mr. Miller from next door, arguing with his wife about not wanting to watch the Notebook again, and Ms. Kennedy from across the street, talking to her cats while feeding them. Making the test he pulled the curtains back and looked down on the street, noticing in awe how he was able to see freaking everything in detail.

Making a mental note to ask Bonnie in the morning, he went to sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, his sleep became restless as a nightmare disturbed it. He dreamed of Bonnie, wearing a bright white dress, saying how sorry she was for what she had done. Saying how she was going to miss him and how she loved him. And for him to stay strong, for there was someone who would understand, love and help him before ending her speech with goodby.

When he woke up, it was to Elena sitting on his bedside crying, he didn't need her to say it. He already knew. His beloved Bonnie was dead. Once again he had been the kiss of death to someone he loved. He felt his own eyes tear up as well, before pulling his sister into a hug, crying softly for all those they had lost.