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Chapter 4:

"I'm not saying don't date the guy. I'm just saying take it slow," Bonnie was telling Elena as the three girls aimlessly walked around Mystic Falls High. Bonnie had been acting weird ever since she held a tiny smidge of skin contact with Stefan last night.

"You were the one who said to go for it," Elena reminded her with a flabbergasted look upon her face.

Bonnie nodded, but adamantly said, "Now I'm saying take it slow. You're single for the first time in your entire high school career. It's the perfect time to play the field."

Ember scoffed, "'Cause Elena is so that girl." Elena nodded in agreement, "Exactly what Em said. That's more Ember's style- Ouch!" Elena pouted, rubbing the back of her head where she had just been smacked, courtesy of a pouting Ember Gilbert.

"Look, Bon-Bon, is this about last night when you accidentally touched Stefan?" Ember asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Elena whirled to face Bonnie, curiosity gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes.

Bonnie slumped in defeat and weakly said, "Yes, okay, fine! When I accidentally touched Stefan, I got a really bad feeling." Her words only succeeded in earning herself two identical incredulous stares from the gaping Gilbert twins. "Ugh, it was bad bad!"

Unsurely, Chocolate brown met emerald green and after a hesitant nod, Elena skeptically asked, "Is this about the whole witch mojo thing again?" But instead of being met with a clear answer, Bonnie let out a loud huff of aggravation and backtracked.

"You know what? I'm just concerned. This is me expressing concern about my best friend's new boyfriend."

"And I love you for it, I do," Elena reassured her, "But I feel good. It's been a hard year, and I'm starting to kind of feel like things are getting back to normal again. And you know what? Stefan is a big part of that," Elena concluded.

Ember clutched her chest in a fake wounded manner and said, "Ouch! Wow, Laney, love you too, sis." Elena cheekily stuck her tongue out at her and the three girls burst out laughing; Ember's antics always managed to lighten them up. "Anyhoo, I'm gonna leave you two alone, I want to call a friend from Boarding School," Ember casually informed them, giving Elena a meaningful look, making her nod in comprehension.

Separating herself from Elena and Bonnie, Ember scrolled down through her list of contacts, stopping at one of her best friends from Ilvermorny; unlike the British wizarding community, the Americans heavily relied on and accepted No-Maj technology – after Rappaport's Law was repealed, of course – and managed to link them with magic using the art of Technomancy.

Hey, want to meet up at say 4 today?

-Ember xx.

She grumbled as she sat down in her regular seat for History with Mr. Douche Tanner, a frown puckering on her forehead when she noticed Caroline's customary seat behind her was empty. "Hey, Bonnie, where is Care?"

Bonnie shrugged, equally concerned, "I kept calling her, but she's not answering –"

They were interrupted by Tanner's droning voice as it boomed loudly, explaining the events of World War II. Yippee – note the sarcasm; Ember already knew everything there was to know about World War I and II. Ilvermorny's curriculum was way more ahead than Mystic Falls High, and while Tanner droned on and on, Ember discretely watched Bonnie doodle into her notebook, '8, 14, 22' confusing her further, especially when she took note of Bonnie's cloudy hazel orbs.

"Miss Gilbert?"

Tanner's voice had both Elena and Ember jump in their seats, but he only had eyes for a sheepish and red-faced Elena, ignoring the know-it-all Hermione's hand as she nearly toppled off her seat to get him to ask her instead. "Pearl Harbor?" he repeated his question.

Ember smirked; she was going to have fun with this and mess with Tanner, "December 7, 1941."

Tanner glared at her and sarcastically sneered, "Thank you, Miss Gilbert."

Ember shrugged, "You didn't specify which Gilbert, Mr. Tanner." The class made collective mocking sounds around the room and Tanner's face turned an alarming purple, depicting his rage. "Very well. The fall of the Berlin wall," he challenged.

"1989," Ember drawled out in a bored voice, faking a yawn. "I already learned all this before. Is that the best you got?" Ember smirked at the challenge, and the whole class held their breaths in anticipation. It was so easy setting Tanner at edge, and he never failed to react.

"Alright then. Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act." And on it went; John F. Kennedy assassination, Martin Luther King, Lincoln, Roe vs. Wade, Brown vs. Board, the battle of Gettysburg – Ember answered every single question correctly without missing a beat.

"Korean war?"

"1950 to 1953," Ember scoffed glancing down at her nails.

A gleeful smile took over Tanner's face and he looked like he had just won the lottery, "Ha! It ended in '52."

From the middle of the classroom, Hermione Granger's bossy voice boomed out, "Mr. Tanner is obviously correct. It was 1952."

"Wow, the teacher's pet finally speaks," Ember sneered, making everyone but the Brits and Mr. Tanner chuckle. Hermione turned red in a mixture of rage and mortification, but Stefan surprised everyone by speaking up in Ember's defense, "Uh, actually, sir, it was '53."

There was utter silence in the classroom as Tanner glared between a smug Ember and an adamant Stefan and he growlingly snapped, "Look it up, somebody. Quickly!"

A few seconds later, Josh Riggs crowed out in triumph, "It was 19 …53!" and the whole class broke out into a loud round of applause just as the bell rang and Ember gave a mocking bow.

"Aww, the know-it-all got a question wrong, boo-hoo," Ember mocked Hermione as they left class, ignoring the way the bushy-haired bitch bristled in anger; she then high-fived Stefan. "Thanks for the help partner," she winked, causing Stefan to chuckle and Elena to stare at her sister and boyfriend in amusement.

After classes ended, Ember went to change into her cheerleading uniform – she was after all, the Captain of the Squad and tardiness was unacceptable on her part as it would set a bad example. As she was nearing the field and the rest of her girls, her phone beeped with a text;

Sure, Liberty Lane?

I'll be waiting Carrie's Cauldron,

-Anya XOXO

"Where the hell is Caroline?" Ember shouted, her eyes searching through the entire sports ground for her bubbly, blonde best friend, but her squad merely shrugged, nonplussed. "Ok, if she isn't here in … ten minutes, then we'll have to start practice without her."

"Oh, my God! You're here!" Bonnie squealed, Ember turned around, a proud smile on her face when she noted Elena approaching them in uniform. Miranda Gilbert was the captain of the cheerleading squad during her high school days, and often pushed the twins towards tryouts; after Ember was officially elected as captain, their mom threw a huge celebratory party, sparing no expenses. Ember however, understood that Elena would be detached with the whole cheerleading gig now that their mom wasn't there to support them and cheer them on anymore.

"Yep. I can't be sad girl forever. Besides, my twinny is the captain, it would be scandalous if I quit," Elena giggled. Ember looped an arm around her twin and smirked, "Good answer, Laney."

Elena nudged her shoulder playfully, "Anyways, tonight dinner at our place and you're coming Bonnie."

"I am?" Bonnie piped up in confusion.

"Mm-hmm. You, me, Ember and Stefan," at the mention of Stefan's name, Bonnie's face dropped drastically and she began shaking her head, an excuse at the tip of her tongue. Elena huffed, adopting her famous pout, "You have to give him a chance."

Ember drowned out their argument when she noticed Hermione, Violet, Cassiopeia and Ginny walking towards her squad, and she silently excused herself from their company as she went to face the four Brits, "Can I help you? This is a private practice."

Ginny flipped her auburn hair to the side and spoke up, "Vi, Cassie and I want to join the squad." Ember folded her arms together and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, her eyes lingered on the bushy-haired bitch, "Then why is Granger here?"

"Moral support," she sneered before huffing and stomping her foot like an indulgent child, her haughty eyes scanning the scantily dressed girls in displeasure, "Although I tried convincing them not to join. Cheerleading is for idiotic, airheaded bimbos with a zero I.Q that throws tantrums over a broken nail and who to snog at the latest party." Her voice carried on loudly in the air and the whole squad bristled in anger; she sensed Elena and Bonnie stand on either side of her for support. Ginny, Violet and Cassiopeia however, buried their faces in their hands and groaned loudly at her words.

"I see," Ember pursed her lips, her emerald eyes flickering to each angry and insulted member of her squad, and she raised the volume of her voice, "It seems we've got ourselves a fan of stereotypes here, ladies." The squad began murmuring angrily; a unified agreement to Ember's words. Ember then faced the three embarrassed Brits, "Well, sorry to burst your bubbles girls, but there are no slots for three girls, we're already full."

Before Hermione could open her big, fat mouth, Cassiopeia spoke up, "Can we at least talk to the captain. No offense to you, but with your enmity towards us, we don't quite believe you."

Ember smirked and the muttering of her loyal squad intensified like a swarm of angry bees, "Sorry, Cassie, is it? But you're looking at her –"

"But you're not a blonde," Hermione inquired rudely.

"Wow, stereotype much?" Bonnie scoffed; Bonnie and Caroline were the only individuals not from the Gilbert family who knew about Ember's biological family – they didn't know about her being a witch, though.

Ember flashed the four Brits a dangerous shark-like smile, flashing a full set of pearly white teeth at them, "Listen girls, our squad has a limited member of sixteen girls, I'm sure you can count for yourselves –"

"There's only fifteen," Violet interjected softly. However, before anyone could respond to her observation, a familiar cheerful, bubbly voice crowed out, "Sorry I'm late girls. Ember, don't kill me!" Caroline pleaded as she rushed over to her side.

"Oh, my God. Is that the mystery guy from the Grill?" Bonnie asked curiously. Ember's eyes widened at the sexy guy with raven black hair and electric blue eyes who was lazily leaning against his car and smirking at her scantily dressed squad.

"That's not a mystery guy. Care, you're dating Damon Salvatore?" Elena turned to face a beaming Caroline. The four best friends seemed to have forgotten the Brits presence among them as they stared between Caroline and Damon questioningly.

"Wait, Stefan's big bro? Nice," Ember winked at Caroline, who saucily winked back. Ember faced the four Brits, "Sorry girls, but my fourteenth member arrived and we have practice. You're free to watch from the sidelines, Toodles." Ember waved at them with her fingers and briskly walked over to the rest of her squad, "Now that our very own Caroline Forbes arrived from her previous engagement, let's start with the double pike herkey hurdler. And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 –"

During practice, Ember noticed Elena was slowing the squad down. Not wanting to freeze her out and draw attention to her, she cancelled practice early and took her aside, "Laney, you're not up to par with us."

Elena pouted and sighed sadly, "I know. I'm not as good as you, Em. I'm out of practice."

"Hey, hey, hey. I know, Laney and I'm not scolding you or kicking you from the squad. Bonnie, Care and I will work with you, and you'll be up to speed, kay?"

Elena beamed and embraced her twin in a tight hug. "Thanks, Em. What are your plans until dinner?" she inquired curiously.

"I'm meeting a friend at Liberty Lane. I'm gonna try and get information about Bonnie, or whatever the hell is going on with her with all this witch business. You wanna join?" Ember asked. Elena had met some of her friends from Ilvermorny, and even entered the magical world with her on a few occasions.

"Nah, I'm gonna hang out with Jenna until then. Don't be late, and let me know what you find out."

"Anya! Hey sweetie," Ember beamed, embracing her American friend. Anya Scott; she had blonde hair, pale skin and brown eyes; she was a half-blood and one of her best friends that graduated with her from Ilvermorny. Her mother was a pureblood from Bulgaria who fell in love with lawyer Jason Scott, an American No-Maj, when she came for a visit with her family.

It was thanks to Anya's Bulgarian connections that had her and their closest friends obtain tickets to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final that was held in England three years ago.

"Emmy, I missed you sweet pea, how's everything in Mystic Falls? I'm so sorry about your parents," Anya grimaced, throwing her arms around Ember for another tight embrace.

Ember shot her a soft smile, "I'm dealing with it. Not in a healthy way, I assure you, but it's getting better day by day."

They spent the entire afternoon entertaining each other with inane chitchat and catching up on everything; since Grayson and Miranda died, Ember alienated herself from the magical community and her friends from Ilvermorny, and this was her first day back. Ember then proceeded to inform Anya of the vampire situation before bringing up the confusing matter of Bonnie and her 'witchyness'.

Anya frowned slightly, her index finger lightly tapping her lips as she pondered the certain enigma, "Now, I don't know what exactly the deal is with your friend, but there are rumors of spirit witches -"

"I'm sorry? Spirit witches?" Ember asked cynically.

"They are similar to wiccan witches, but not practitioners, Emmy. They call themselves, 'Servants of Nature' and unlike us, they don't have a magical core, more like they –"

Dear Diary,

I have just returned from Liberty Lane where I had a wonderful lunch with one of my best friends, Anya Scott, and let me tell you, my mind is whirring with this new information overload.

I have yet to inform Elena of my discovery as she is downstairs with Bonnie arranging the takeout into fancy plates for dinner with Stefan – like that would fool anyone.

It was quite a commonly known fact in America and all around the globe that there are practitioners who believe in witchcraft and think themselves witches, when in reality, they are not. But now, knowing that there are different types called Servants of Nature – well let me tell you, I should get used to the fact that there are many unknowns in the vast world we live in.

Seven years ago, my whole family and I believed magic, wizards and witches, wands, dragons, unicorns and all that jazz was merely fairy tales and stories of make belief.

According to Anya; these 'Servants of Nature' make it their duty to maintain balance within the world. They do not have a magical core within them, unlike us wand-wielders. We are born with magic running in the blood within our veins; magic is an important part of us, like a limb. But the Servants of Nature heavily rely on the spirits of their ancestors for guidance and spells and the use of their magic; they rely on nature itself.

Servants of Natures aren't powerful in comparison to us witches and wizards, and that sucks for them, especially since heavy use of their magic could end up killing them or make them weaker – wearing them down.

Anyways, that's all for today dear diary. I hear the doorbell, meaning Stefan has arrived and Elena would need my help playing mediator between him and Bonnie.

Ember Gilbert.

Well, till now, the dinner was very awkward and a complete bust. Every time Elena tried bringing up a subject, Bonnie would shoot her down with a snappish retort, effectively terminating any conversation. It wasn't until Elena urged her to relay to Stefan about the lineage of witches in her family, did she mellow out upon hearing Stefan's response.

"My family came by way of Salem," Bonnie dismissively informed Stefan, and Ember took note of the impressive look that dawned over Stefan's features.

"I would say that's pretty cool. Salem witches are heroic examples of individualism and nonconformity," Stefan commented, and Ember wanted to do a silly dance when Bonnie's face finally broke out into a smile.

The night took an interesting turn when Caroline interrupted their dinner with Damon in tow. Stefan's attitude changed drastically and he kept shooting glares at Damon who kept a smug smirk plastered on his face as they congregated in the living room for desert.

Something about Damon Salvatore had Ember on edge; she didn't like judging people so quickly; Grayson Gilbert always said, 'Never judge a book by its cover,' but Ember's magic was swirling in her veins whenever Damon spoke up. It felt as though her magic was warning her, telling her that Damon wasn't to be trusted; at Ilvermorny, Ember was taught to always trust her magic, in her instincts, and Ember was going to keep a close eye on him, especially since her twin was dating his brother and her best friend was unfortunately dating him.

"I cannot believe that Mr. Tanner let you on the team," Caroline giggled. "Tyler must be seething. But good for you. Go for it," she beamed at Stefan who responded with a nervous smile.

"That's what I always tell him. You have to engage. You can't sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go get it," Damon smirked, and Ember could sense that his words of wisdom were factitious, and possibly held a double meaning.

Clearing her throat, Ember spoke up, "Care, Bon-Bon, I need you two to help Elena with the routine for cheerleading. Can I count on you two?"

"Absolutely," Caroline squealed in excitement while Bonnie nodded rapidly. Elena flashed her twin a grateful smile and unfortunately, Damon decided to converse with Ember for the first time since their introduction.

"You know, you and Elena don't seem like the cheerleading type. I actually thought Caroline was captain, not you," Damon smirked. Ember wanted to rip that damn smirk of his completely off his face.

Rolling her eyes, Ember gave him a pleasantly fake smile, "What is up with all the cheerleading stereotypes I've been hearing today? Is it because Elena and I aren't blonde? Is that it?"

Damon held his hands up in a surrender motion, "No offense, of course."

"None taken," Ember responded sweetly, her emerald eyes flashing with distaste.

After that, the night continued without a hitch, and when the Salvatores, Bonnie and Caroline left, Ember regaled to Elena everything Anya informed her about Servants of Natures and that it was possible that Bonnie was one.

"Before you go to sleep, Laney, try avoiding Damon Salvatore as much as possible."

Elena halted and stared at Ember in concern, "Why? Did something happen? I noticed that you didn't like him."

Ember dragged both hands through her hair nervously, "It's just, my magic, Laney. It's giving me these off vibes, like a hostile reception in regards to Damon, almost as though it's warning me. Just please, for my peace of mind, keep your distance from him."

"Alright, I promise," Elena nodded; after all, she trusted Ember and if her magic was giving her warning signals, then they would be fools to ignore it. Magic was a part of Ember's anatomy and it would never lead her astray.

"Aw, that is so pretty, who gave it to you?" Ember questioned her sister. They were currently waiting for the football game to start and throw their pompoms in the air. Apparently, Damon tried convincing Elena to quit the team – that asshole! But Elena didn't listen to him; not wanting to disappoint her sister and also, knowing that if she quit, one of the Brits would take her spot, and she couldn't do that to her twin.

Elena beamed, fingering the necklace that was wound around her neck, "Stefan!"

"Huh, I didn't know you reached the stage for gifts, way to go Laney. You got yourself a keeper," Ember winked, nudging her shoulder before stiffening once she noticed the Potters and Blacks sitting with the audience. Elena grabbed her hand and gently escorted her over to the rest of the squad.

"Ignore them, Em."

Ember noticed that while her squad were dancing, doing their moves and cheering the team on, James and Lily Potter, and Sirius and Marlene Black couldn't keep their eyes off of her, and Ember hated that. She ignored them to the best of her ability, but she couldn't deny that it wasn't unnerving. She wished that they could just blurt out their real intentions; somehow Ember couldn't let her guard down and found it hard to believe that they didn't have a secret agenda behind their act of kindness and wishes to get to know her.

A commotion snapped Ember from her thoughts, and she whipped around to see Tyler and Jeremy engaged in a gruesome fight while Vicki Donovan desperately yelled at them to stop; mostly Tyler.

Elena and Stefan joined her and the three of them rushed over to break up the fight.

"Tyler! Enough! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ember shrieked at the top of her lungs; dating Tyler for four years made her somewhat of an expert on his mood swings, the most noticeable was that Tyler had anger issues, and could become really volatile when you were facing his ire. And as for his temper? Well, let's say that pissing off Tyler Lockwood was as easy as finding a hotdog stand in the middle of Time Square.

Tyler glared at Ember who stood between him and Jeremy who was on the ground reaching out for an empty beer bottle, and he pushed her aside, thankfully falling into Stefan's arms. He instantly placed her upright.

"What the hell Tyler!" Elena's scream rang throughout the pitch as she joined her twin's side in concern. Stefan grabbed Tyler, "He's down, he's down! Enough!" Tyler snarled and punched Stefan, but shockingly, it had no effect on him. Elena, Ember and Tyler were too busy gaping at Stefan's strength in shock that they failed to notice Jeremy aiming to strike Tyler with a beer bottle.

"Look out!" someone yelled, Ember noticed that it was Violet Potter and that the whole group of Brits had their attention solely fixed on their fight. Stefan grabbed the bottle halfway into the air, cutting his hand deep enough to draw blood.

"Jeremy, no!" Elena yelled in alarm. Ember nudged her head; silently informing her to check on Stefan's bleeding hand, while she charged over to Jeremy. "What the hell, Jeremy? Put your head up, you're bleeding," without waiting for a response, Ember pulled Jeremy by the hair, yanking his head backward, "How many times must I tell you to stay away from Tyler, Jer. He has anger issues."

"Hark whose talking, Em! He actually hurt you," Jeremy snarled, but his soft brown eyes were studying his sister in concern.

"Yeah, well," Ember shrugged nonchalantly, "Someone has to keep your troublesome ass safe," she smiled, garnering a chuckle from Jeremy. She left him on his own for a while and stomped over to Vicki, "Listen up, Donovan, personally, I have no problem with you, but if you're going to lead my brother on and get him involved with fights between Tyler, then back the hell off!"

Vicki glared at her, a small sneer becoming pronounced on her face, "Who the hell do you think you are? If I want to see Jeremy, then there is nothing your hoity ass can do about it!"

Ember stalked over to her, barely leaving any personal space between them, "I'm being a good big sister. You should know the feeling since you also have a little brother." Vicki's eyes widened slightly at that and Ember shot her a parting smirk, "Glad to see we have an understanding. Nice talking to you, Vick."

"Hey are you okay?" Ember turned around and found herself facing James. Pinching the bridge of her nose in aggravation, she flashed him a fake smile, "Peachy keen. Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, no. I just wanted to check up on you," James mumbled nervously. Ember gave him a stiff nod and went to join Elena, Bonnie and Caroline by the edge of the football pitch.

"What are we talking about?" she inquired.

Caroline rolled her eyes, "Elena is asking about that weird witchy mojo thingy when she touched Stefan." Elena mock-glared at Caroline before giving Bonnie her full attention.

Bonnie seemed nervous having her three best friends staring at her questioningly, but acquiesced, "It wasn't clear like a picture. Like today, I keep seeing those same numbers I told you about … 8,14, 22." Caroline was confused, but Elena nodded and emerald eyes flashed with recognition as Ember vividly recalled her strange doodling in history class the other day. "When I touched Stefan, it was a feeling. And it vibrated through me, and it was cold, and it…"

Bonnie trailed off alarmingly; Ember, Elena and Caroline however, were deeply immersed in Bonnie's description. "And what?" Caroline breathed out impatiently; the suspense was killing her!

Bonnie gave the redhead, brunette and blonde uncertain and freaked out glances, "It was death. It's what I imagine death to be like."

Ember's mind whizzed at the thought of the many possibilities; was Stefan maybe a psycho killer? But he was too nice, so that couldn't be it. Maybe a Dark Wizard … the problem was, Ember's magic didn't act out when she was in close contact with Stefan, only around Damon, so he couldn't be dangerous.

She pulled Elena to a more private spot, away from curious ears, "Why did you ask Bonnie? What's going on?"

Elena had a wary expression settle on her face, "You saw Stefan's hand bleed right? After Jeremy hit him with the bottle?" Upon receiving a nod of confirmation from Ember, Elena rushed onwards with her words, "Stefan had no cut, nothing. His hand wasn't even bleeding. He said that Jer missed, but I know what I saw. You're the expert in all this, Em. What does it mean?"

Ember was silent for a moment as she pondered the endless possibilities before finally saying in slow tones, stressing each word out as they tumbled from her mouth, "Either, we both saw wrong, which, I highly doubt it," she scoffed. "Or…"

"Or?" Elena pushed impatiently.

"Or, Stefan isn't exactly human, Laney."

Ember, Bonnie and Caroline huddled into each other as they watched the commotion taking place by school's parking lot.

Mr. Tanner's body was found, his neck was violently ripped apart and his corpse was drowning in a large puddle of his own blood.

Vampire; the vampire still hadn't left town.

Glancing over to her right, she noticed the Brits staring right at her with wide eyes, and a silent message was transmitted; beware of the vampire on the loose. Bonnie's shaken voice sounded out in whispering tones over the hubbub of the police.

"License plate 'BLDG 8. The car is 'FHT 14' and look at the ground, number 22. What the hell is happening to me?" she sobbed, and although Ember and Caroline were as equally freaked out, they engulfed their frightened and hysterical friend in a soothing hug.

This damn vampire needed to be caught; it wasn't a friendly one and Ember couldn't let it roam freely around town any longer. The vampire needed to be caught once and for all before her loved ones became the next victims.

CAST:

Ember Gilbert – Jesica Ahlberg (Red Hair!)

Elena Gilbert – Nina Dobrev

Bonnie Bennett – Kat Graham

Caroline Forbes – Candice King

Stefan Salvatore – Paul Wesley

Damon Salvatore – Ian Somerhalder

Hermione Granger – Emma Watson

Violet Potter – Maia Mitchell

Ginny Weasley – Bonnie Wright

Cassiopeia Black – Ashley Benson

Jeremy Gilbert – Steven R. McQueen

Tyler Lockwood – Michael Trevino

Vicky Donovan – Kayla Ewell

James Potter – Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Anya Scott – Peyton List

A/N: Did you all like how I included Caroline in everything and didn't make her act mean to Elena?

Question; anyone from the wizarding world you want me to introduce? And Caroline … should I have her find out about vampires during season 2 when she is in transition or before?

R&R.