A/N- This is a quick prologue to see if anyone likes this story and if I should continue writing it. Please Please review and let me know if you like it and want me to continue.
Summary
22 years ago Caroline and the Mystic Falls gang ran for their lives. Separating for their own safety they have not seen each other since that day. How does being hunted by an enemy change you, and what happens when that evil finds you. And what happens when you keep dreaming of a man you haven't seen in 21 years, who keeps telling you to come home.
11:56 pm
It was the eve of her 21st birthday, in a few short minutes her life would change, she would change. She would become a true tribrid. As she sat watching the clock counting down the minutes, she hoped the witches were right. The witches had foretold that on her 21st birthday she would be gifted with the remaining magic from her grandmother, and that her vampire heritage would finally break through, stopping her aging and allowing her to control her change. Making it possible to shift whenever she chose, making her as indestructible as her father with the added bonus of her grandmother's magic. Above everything else it was that magic she needed now.
11:57pm
The witches had always said she would be the most powerful supernatural creature to ever exist. The perfect blend of werewolf, vampire and witch. Her werewolf traits had been the first to show themselves which made sense being that she was half werewolf. In fact she had simply been born that way, with a heightened sense of smell and hearing, with the accelerated healing of a werewolf who had activated the curse, and yellow glowing eyes. Although over the first few weeks of her life her eyes shifted into being the same blue as her father's they would still shift to yellow whenever she lost control over her emotions. However she did not experience her first change until the full moon after her 16th birthday. The magic in her blood did not reveal itself until her 12th birthday. It started as small things, a burst of wind when she got upset, lighting a candle with her mind, and the ability to do locator spells. The witches told her that her magic would grow as she learned more and more control, culminating in the final release of her grandmother's magic to her on her 21st birthday, making her as powerful as her grandmother had once been. With that released her vampire traits would finally break through, stopping her aging and starting her need to drink blood to survive, making her a true immortal hybrid like her father.
11:58 pm
She loved her family. All of them, the vampires of New Orleans, the werewolves of the Crescent clan, her uncle, her aunt, her step father, her mother but most of all her heart belonged to her daddy. To say she was a daddy's girl was understatement, although she resembled her mother in looks except her eyes, mentally she was all her dad. There was an unbreakable connection between them, and that was why she was doing this. As she lit the sage that would spell the room so no one could hear her, she looked over the spell she had secretly been studying for month now. It was best that no one knew what she was trying to do. As the princess of New Orleans, she was used to getting her way, and come hell or high water she was going to make this happen, even if she had to do this spell every night until she succeeded.
11:59pm
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She set up the herbs she needed, the salt, and the candle. Looking around the art studio she shared with her father, she smiled, it felt right to do this spell here. Grabbing the picture of her dad she had decided to use, she felt more and more certain that what she was doing was right, not just for him but for her too. Setting the picture down she picked up her father's sketchbook and began turning the pages, it was one he had not used in years, although he never said why she always assumed it was because it cause him too much pain to look at the images he had drawn. She stared down at the image of a woman she longed to meet. A woman she felt like she already knew from the stories her father told only her, stories of how he had loved this woman and how she had gone missing. From her earliest youth she had made up stories how she would finally meet this woman, about where she was and what she was doing, stories of how she would find her way back into their lives. Picking her favorite picture of the woman she tore in from the book and set it next to the picture of her father inside the ring of salt she had drawn.
12:00 am
As the clock struck midnight, she waited for a brief moment nothing happen, then she felt it the magic within her surged, crashing into her soul like a tidal wave. Looking at herself in the mirror she smiled as she watched as her eyes flashed yellow and the veins in her face darkened. It was here, all of it. Taking a deep breath, she reined in her new vampire instincts, and flashed to the other side of the room where everything for her spell awaited her. Again she smiled as knelt in front of her preparation, moving this fast was going to take some getting used to.
12:01 am
Lighting the candle she began the spell, holding the picture of her father into the flames and watching it dissolve into ash. She chanted the words louder and stronger as she picked up the candle and dripped the ash filled wax over the image of the woman face. Again with even more strength she chanted the words a third time as she set the candle down and blow it out. As the smoke began to rise she whispered the message she longed for the woman to receive.
"Come home Caroline"
12:02 am
Cleaning up the spell and getting rid of evidence, she put out the sage in just enough time to hear her father yell "Bethany Rebekah-Caroline Mikaelson. Where are you? If the witches were right you're going to need to feed"
Smiling to herself, she thought bring my family back together, but answered "I am in the art studio and you don't have to yell anymore"