Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. I simply own this plot line and Freya.
In a quaint little town like Mystic Falls, one would never think twice about anything abnormal. The town had been founded in the early 1700s and was predominantly known for the burning of its historical Fells Church in 1864. A sweet southern town to raise family; maybe start some place new. For many, it was a town were people never really left. The founding families were the Mikaelsons, whose family christened the town it's name from the allure of the falls. The Lockwood family came from Europe around the same time, soon followed by the Salvatores from Italy. The, Fells, Forbes and Gilberts families all migrated a few years later and soon the town was filled with newcomers.
And soon it would be filled with more.
Staring out the window of the moving car, her eyes looking into nothing, the seventeen year old girl sighed as she continued to stare out at the blurs of green, brown and blue. The grass, the sky, trees; all of them meant little to her.
She wasn't sure why they kept moving around. They would never find a place to call their own. It was why her mother never came with them after New Orleans. Neither her or her cousin would be given false hope for an actually home.
Their kind was never welcomed; and if they were welcomed, it was with vicious tongues. They were called so many cruel words. Vermin, intruders, the spell-casters, witches. Magic flowed through their veins, heated their already warm blood and brought fire to their eyes.
"Why the sighing over there, sweetheart?" asked her aunt in the driver's seat.
"You know we're not gonna end up there too long. We should have stayed in New Orleans, at least we could have stayed in the bayou. They never look for us there," she grumbled.
"Bonnie." Her aunt said with a strained voice. "I know we're not the most welcomed but it's not our fault."
"No it isn't," Bonnie responded and she knew her aunt was right. Witches were hunted by many; vampires, humans - the ones who knew and didn't see them as people just trying to live out their lives - and some werewolves too. The only exceptions were ones like Mason Lockwood, who was mated to her cousin Lucy and Bonnie's own familiar Tyler. The Lockwoods were the ones who were giving them a sanctuary in the first place.
"Bon, one day they will see that we are not a threat. We're servants of nature and we will be able to live freely amongst them as we once did." Her aunt's voice was soothing but really didn't do much for Bonnie.
Her mind was made up.
"If you say so," she muttered halfheartedly. She watched as up ahead, the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign drawing closer.