A/N: Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! And following this story :). I'm adding this new chapter as a huge thanks. I did have it prepared already, but it's the damn editing! So sorry if there are any errors/typos. I'm thinking of getting a beta at some point. I'm still working on the 4th chapter, and will try and get it up (lol so dirty) as soon as possible.

For those of you that said Lucy- good guess, but no! It's not ;). She might have worked, but I don't see her as a great-aunt. You will see who I choose in the next chapter (when I get around to finishing it) and why I choose her. Not Emily either. As you can see, because the whole necklace thing wouldn't have worked. Plus, she is a huge part of Bennett history. I'm trying to kind of flesh out my own story with the witches. I'm still trying to work it all out, as canon has given us so little when it comes to them.

Any hoooooo, please continue to review and let me know what you think. Love to read them. :)

- The arrival -

The trip to the airport was done in silence. Me and my father didn't really talk much, other than small details over the trip.

The plane ride was equally void of any conversation. I sat staring at the fluffy-white clouds from the plane window, pondering on what was to come. Even though my eyes were straining from lack of sleep, I decided I wanted to stay up. I was feeling anxious after leaving mystic falls.

Dad hired a car when we got to the airport, and I could see he was reminiscing over the one I had burnt. That at least brought a little humor to my current situation. I hadn't realized just how much he loved that car, although; I was not sorry for burning it to a crisp.

"Be there soon enough Bon, just another hour from here." He was trying his best to sound enthusiastic. He no doubt wanted to reassure me about this trip, not that it was working.

"Great," I replied, not bothering to hide the sarcasm behind it.

The drive seemed longer than an hour. I cringed as he constantly replayed his 'motivational speech' lectures on CD. I wish I had brought some music with me instead, and tried my best to ignore it. Deciding to instead finish one of my many crossword puzzles in the paper I had brought. Chowing down on a bag of potato chips, as I had skipped lunch. I did love crossword puzzles. Especially word-seach, I spent ages doing those as a child. Finding hidden things had become my specialty. Or maybe it was another witchy power, that I had never considered.

"We're here baby. Did you need to stop off to use the restroom? It's a good twenty minutes from here," he asked, finally turning off the stereo.

"I'm fine, thanks," I tried to stifle a yawn, as I stretched out on the backseat. In truth I could have done with a bathroom break, but wanted to get this trip over with.

I looked out my window to see Portland-Oregon. I had to admit, it was prettier than Mystic Falls. The pavements were littered with lush green trees, and fallen spring petals from the flowers covered the roads. The sun was shining golden light over the tall buildings from a distance.

The sky was a nice mixture of light-and navy blue, a nice backdrop for the big city before me. The huge mountain in the background caught my eye. We didn't have that in mystic falls. It completed the scenic background perfectly. I put my head out of window to get a better look, taking huge gulps of the fresh air outside the stuffy car.

The mountain peaks were covered in a light dusting of white, like someone had thrown powder on it. I had not seen mountains since I had gone on our ski trip to Switzerland. I always liked being near them, they gave off a great energy. Climbing a mountain was still on my bucket-list of things to do.

"Nice huh?" my father asked. I had sort of forgotten about him, too caught up in the scenery.

I nodded and continued look out of the window. That is when I saw two people walking ahead of our car. There was something about them that attracted me, causing me to stare in their direction. My father had stopped just ahead of where they were walking, complaining about traffic.

I spun around to stare out the back window at them. It was a boy and girl, who didn't look much older than myself. They seemed deep in their conversation they were having. The girl was tall and gangly in appearance. She was extremely pale in complexion, with long dark-chocolate coloured hair. As they got slightly nearer to where our car had stopped, I could see them better. She had the most amazing eyes. They were a deep sky blue that complemented her dark hair. She was dressed in tatty-looking clothes. A short blue top that looked like it had seen better days, followed by ripped-faded jeans. I looked at the boy with her. He was equally good looking. In fact, I was pretty much swooning over him. There had been a few good looking guys in high school, but none that had his unique level of handsomeness.

He looked just like the girl with him. He was taller, clean-shaven, and had the same dark hair. He was more tanned than his sister, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue. I felt shamefully happy that I suspected she was his sister, and not girlfriend. He was dressed in a dark green army jacket, black top, and jeans. I thought the grunge-look had faded from history, till I saw them. I guess they were into that. I wanted to know what else they were into. I was staring way too intently, and not sure why they fascinated me so much.

I snapped out of it when my Dad tooted the car horn. He was grumbling about the traffic jam taking too long. I gave him an annoyed look, before returning back to the twins that had caught my eye. They had to be twins, there was no way they were not related. I honestly don't know why I cared so much. There was something about them that was alluring. It's like a magnetic force field was pulling me closer to them. I had this warm fuzzy feeling inside, like I got when I touched the necklace around my neck. It was like the feeling magic held when it took me over.

Just as I was thinking about the magic-connection, they turned as if they had heard a noise. My breath hitched when they turned their heads to look at me. Oh shit. They were frowning, looking at me with suspicion in their eyes.

I quickly ducked under the car car seat. I prayed the cars would hurry up.

"Baby, is something the matter?" my father was looking at me, puzzled.

"I dropped something," I lied. Pretending I was looking for my pencil.

The traffic finally cleared, and our car finally started moving. Feeling brave, I sat up and looked out the window. They were gone. I tried looking across the road, but they were no where in sight. It was like they had vanished into thin air. I sighed, sad that I had lost them. I just could not work out my strange attraction to them.

As I was mourning the loss of the two strangers, the car came to an abrupt halt. It almost sent me flying into the back of my father's seat.

"What is going on?" I asked, trying to fix my messy hair. I had just styled it before we set off. It had finally reached shoulder-level. I had dyed it a rich mahogany-brown. Then straightened it into waves, that slightly curled at the ends. I was going to have it like this for college, before the whole supernatural drama that now entered my life.

"Damn car broke down. This would not have happened, if you hadn't ruined my car" His tone was accusing. It annoyed me that he was still going on about the damn car.

"Maybe we can get someone to help fix it," I offered. I wish he had brought me a car for my eighteenth birthday, instead of buying himself one. I had to borrow his to get to school. Then catch rides with Elena, as he took it away from me. Claiming he needed it as a politician, and he didn't want me wrecking it. It made me feel less guilty about burning it.

We waited for a passer-by to help. We saw an old couple crossing the road, but did not want to disturb then. Then a woman jogging past us, but knew it was pointless if she didn't have a car. He checked the engine, and I could see steam arising as he lifted up the hood. The engine was knackered, leaving us stranded.

I hoped that maybe the mysterious twins could pop up and save us, but they were no where to be seen. The neighborhood seemed eerily silent.

Just peachy. New town, and I already have problems. What a great arrival.