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"Percival Radley!" Damon snarled the name ripping through his teeth. "Who?" Various eyes fixed on Damon and Bonnie, who stared at each other, eventually Stefan spoke up. "He's a vampire a powerful one the head of the Radley family." "Family?" Meredith asked perplexed "Well as you know our history is not particularly well recorded, just legends and myths and one such myth goes, that the mother of our race was a witch named Persephone who lived in ancient Greece." "Anyway her mum like banged an elf or a god or something so she had special powers long story short she had some babies but when they got all bitey she condemned them all to the dark dimension except for the Radley's who were all supposedly descended from" "But what about the old ones?" Meredith asked, "Does the legend mention those?"

Stefan opened his mouth, but Damon shrugged and spoke quickly "not sure, there's no real evidence to the myth just the Radley and the other vampire families of course the witches might know something but if so their not talking any way it's not important. What's important is how red bird heard of Radley and why he's after Elena." Elena smiled an awful little martyr smile leaning onto Stefan's shoulder he bent down and protectively kissed her forehead. The single movement made Bonnie feel chilled with jealously and she wrapped her arms around her abdomen for comfort. "I had a vision he didn't like the way we rewrote time last summer." She said simply. It was like she had become part of a brick wall; Stefan gave her a blank nod, and Elena a watery look and Damon turned away from her completely. They had other things or mind now Bonnie thought bitterly, precious Elena. "This is bad if Radley's after you, well telling you to run is just cruel," "Why?" Elena said calmly "What will he do to me?" "Kill you, if you're lucky." "But that won't happen." Stefan said firmly kissing her forehead again and scowled at Damon. Damon rounded on him "Well your going to have to make your mind up to see a lot worse than that if you disagree like I know you will to what I'm going to suggest." "What?! No you can not involve her." Damon shrugged again "look I know she's evil, but she's also the best chance we have." "Vampire families?" Meredith repeated. "Sorry I just, well I've never heard of something like that." "Well their very secretive mixed very deeply into the dark ends of human society freemasons and that shit. Vampires are not exactly well known for their sociable nature. But the families reproduce; most vampires can only do that with witches." He lowered his voice as a couple of young freshman walked past giving them a strange look." which is why, before you suggest it we cannot stave them off with well a actual stave and just Stefan and I your wrong, god only knows what Radley will bring down upon our heads so we simply have to get going."

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea." They had been sitting outside a New York alleyway entrance for hours. The front of the building they were watching had looked expensive and posh half a castle really but the back… Bonnie hadn't being saying much she hadn't said anything since she told them about her vision. She might as well be a cell phone she thought Damon could shrink her down and switch her gabble off, stick her into his pocket until she had a vision about his princess of darkness.

"Shut up Saint Stefan." Damon slammed his hands on the stirring wheel "I'm sorry." His brother retorted "forgive me if I am not comfortable wading into a hotbed of witches who hate you." "They don't hate Bonnie." Damon interjected. "Shut up both of you." Elena pointed out the window and slender girl had stepped outside the door she was tiny petite with bright dyed hair dressed, in the October evening glow demin shorts and a crop top a large floral peace time peering over the leg on her left thigh. Damon opened his door and got out to open Bonnie's side. Elena made for the door "no just me and red bird for now if there not going to let her in then." He left the sentence unfinished slamming the door being her. Bonnie pulled at the hem of her emerald chiffon dress "Then what?" She said Damon tucked an arm around her "Then well I'll tell you minute."

The girl had lit up a cigarette and looked up at Damon with green flecked eyes like the jagged heart of an emerald "Well, well, well Senor Salvatore knocking at the door again how long has it been?" "Thirty years give or take." Damon drawled "And I have been counting each second my lovely Clarissa." She yawned unconvinced "Sure doesn't look like it, but then you always liked them red didn't you?" She smiled at Bonnie "I suppose you're the witch then I'll have it a guess Maclachen?" Damon's arm suddenly tightened around her shoulder "No McCullough." The girl nodded "well I'll let you in. Of course darling I'd let you in by yourself but with Damon the main reason is, I am rather hoping she'll kill him." "Well with that vote of confidence…" Damon gestured to the car "May I." Clarissa ignored him "Do you want them in darling?" "Erm yes." Damon took his arm off her, her job as token witch was done.

Elena, Meredith and Stefan got out the car wordlessly; unresponsive to their nervous smiles Clarissa took a step back to let them in they filed into the narrow passageway. But when Bonnie went to enter she put a hand on her arm. "Don't let him break your heart doll." She said. Bonnie turned to look at her "I know, too little to late." She smiled sadly.

The so called witch club they had been invited into reminded Bonnie of a speakeasy in the twenties. Jazz music swayed in the background large eyed, witches in long dresses clotted in groups whispering. Damon chose a table in a corner near two men dressed in tuxedo's muttering quietly. "Where is she?" Stefan hissed as they sat down with the scrape of chairs. "You haven't even told us who she is yet!" Meredith objected. Bonnie put her small pale hand over Meredith's tanned long fingered one. It wasn't like her friend to be so agitated. Both Elena and she shared a sisterly look of disapproval; Damon had been infuriating all day, not answering any of their questions. Stefan had been even worse clamming up and talking mostly in declarations of love to Elena.

"You two aren't even friends any more what's to say she won't just kill you and disappear back into the shadows." Stefan complained. Damon shrugged again "It's a chance we have to take." The argument continued, but Bonnie drowned it out a tall girl sheathed in a cat burglars outfit had emerged from the passage way. She blinked and smiled creamily. She was the same beautiful girl about nineteen or twenty with lilac eyes from Bonnie's dream. Bonnie had not disclosed the full details of her vision to the rest of them. Mainly because they hadn't asked to busy wanting her to be token witch and physic. But a niggling feeling down in her gut was like a steel clamp on the roof of her tongue. It was a feeling which Bonnie as a physic had come to trust. The girl half circled the room to where the two tuxedo men were sitting she was just out of everyone else's line of sight but Bonnie could see her quite well. They both got up "Miss Rueben." The elder of the two spoke with a rich accent that also reminded Bonnie of 1920's America extending a hand to her. "Ms please." She said shaking both their hands she had a voice like silk and ice. "But now were acquainted you might as well call me Adalie." "Please sit." The younger man had waxy white skin, coal black hair and a face that looked like it had never reached puberty or smiled.

"So is it done?" The grey haired man said pouring her a glass of red wine. Adalie nodded. "And payment?" "Usual way." She said lighting a cigarette with the end of her finger. "Well I'm sure his wife and children will be grateful." The girl gave a very Damon esque shrug. "Well they won't get a penny out of him, all that's gone to his mistress who nearly tried to poison him before I…" She giggled. "Such a strange sense of Justice." The waxy skinned man remarked. "Well it all makes sense, very un-American aren't you Adalie?" The man and Adalie laughed "My dear Robert, how old were you in the sixties? About ten? It was almost impossible to be a patriot back then least of all for a foreigner and the French always adore a protest being a communist was the most fun I ever had! Before Stalin had to ruin it by murdering about thirty million people in the thirties, bit of a fuck up still you should never trust a man with a moustache." The elder man laughed getting up. But the waxy faced man frowned with disgust. "It was also reported you bit a mans ear off at a civil rights march." The girl laughed a laugh without the slightest warmth in it. "Well I'd honestly rather eat my own ears than be a conservative, I was just helping him out." She sighed "If that's all gentlemen then..." The waxy faced man with one last lingering look of disgust rose to join his companion. The girl leaned back in her chair. Then reached down to pull off her leggings and leather jacket smoothing the silvery blue silk dress she was wearing underneath to her knees. She reached up to her glittering jewel red black hair to pull it out the bun. When Damon in three short panther like moves sprung from his seat and swung himself into the chair next to her "Hello Adalie.". The girl dropped her arm. "Hello Damon." Her lilac eyes suddenly liquidized to a blank sort of silver the same expression Bonnie wore when she was having a vision "Hello Caitlin." She purred.