Sorry for the delay! It's been a very busy few weeks and my friend visited from out of town so I had to entertain. Sooooo I haven't had much time to write but… hope you enjoy! :D There's still much more to come!

I also want to say thank you to my best friend/girlfriend for editing my chapters and talking me through my ideas. She is a wonderful writer herself and she gave me the confidence to turn my ideas into stories and write about things/shows I enjoy! :)

Nowww without further ado...

Chapter 4

Rebekah made her usual morning stop at the café where Emily worked. She didn't want to make it seem like she had to stop there, that she couldn't wait the whole morning without seeing Emily; usually she'd just hang back in the shadows and watch her from a distance. But now that her and Emily were "seeing each other", she made it a routine to visit her work in the morning and say hi. Plus, it made Rebekah feel better to know Emily enjoyed seeing her too.

Rebekah walked into the café and spotted Emily behind the counter, pouring a cup of hot coffee for a waiting customer. She was about to head over to the counter when she smelled him.

Damon.

She looked around and sure enough, sitting at a small table near the back wall, wearing his usual smirk, was Damon.

"Fancy meeting you here, beautiful." He whispered so quietly that only her super vamp hearing could catch the words. The rest of the customers and staff continued bustling around the café, ignoring their encounter as if both were invisible. Except every girl in the place had their eyes on Damon.

Damon looked hot. He always did; rocking that bad boy persona that he played so well. Rebekah knew the real Damon; the caring and sensitive one, but he only came out once in a blue. Rebekah stalked over to the table. She wasn't going to just let Damon come here and play with her life the way he usually did. She demanded his help; that was the only way he was allowed to stay in Rosewood.

She reached his table and slammed her hands down, the cup of hot chocolate he pretended to be drinking clattered on the saucer as her hands hit the table.

"What the fuck?" She kept her voice low but she was pissed to see him here.

Damon wore his usual attire; dark jeans and gray shirt, his leather jacket hung casually on the back of the chair.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't seem happy to see me." He feigned a hurt expression, bringing his hand and placing it over his heart, frowning mockingly.

"You should have told me you were coming." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, Beks. Sit down, have some hot cocoa. It'll make you feel all warm inside." He smiled his million dollar smile and gestured to an empty chair at his table. She was about to sit, feeling like she was maybe being too hard on him. He did come here because she asked.

Her moment feeling of sorry for her treatment of Damon quickly faded as another familiar face joined the table.

"Really? You brought her along?" Rebekah made a disgusted face and inclined her head to the female standing next to her.

Caroline had just come out of the bathroom.

"You just don't like her because you're both blonde. Too much competition." Damon smirked at the two girls.

Rebekah pouted and crossed her arms again, giving Caroline the once over. Rebekah had to admit she also looked good. In a white button down shirt and jean shorts, her wavy hair falling to her shoulders, she didn't look a bit out of place here in Rosewood.

"Better be careful who you eye up. You'll cause a scene in front of your boo…" Damon's eyes peeled away from Rebekah and caught sight of Emily, ringing out a customer at the register.

Rebekah didn't know how Damon knew who Emily was but she had every intention of finding out. Of course, that was the moment Emily decided to make her way over to the group. She carried a small chi tea and handed it to Rebekah, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, Samara. Your favorite morning beverage." She smiled at Rebekah. "And who are your friends?"

Damon and Caroline smiled at Emily, both momentarily giving Rebekah a confused look.

"Yes, Samara, please introduce us to your friend." Damon looked amused, having fun during this awkward encounter. Well awkward for Rebekah.

"Hi, I'm Caroline! We're visiting from out of town." Caroline held out her hand and smiled, as friendly as ever, "Nice to meet you, Emily. We've heard so much about you."

"Yes, yes we have. But there's so much more I'd like to know…" Damon's eyes were hungry as he looked at Emily, searching her face for the answers he wanted. "Damon." He held out his hand to her, never breaking eye contact.

Emily shook his hand, looking suspiciously into his eyes. Rebekah quickly butted in. "Ok, ok. We have a lot of catching up to do." Rebekah broke their eye contact and forced Damon out of his chair, ushering him to the door. "Caroline, you coming?" She gave her a look that said, "I dare you to say no."

Caroline turned to Emily again. "I really do hope we can chat soon." She smiled and met up with Damon, eagerly watching the exchange between Rebekah and Emily.

Rebekah let go of Damon and turned back to Emily. She blew her a kiss and winked, "Call me when you get off of work?"

Rebekah followed Damon and Caroline outside.

"What was that!?" Rebekah hit Damon in the arm. He recoiled, holding his arm, pretending he was hurt.

"What? Can't we drop in to say hi to your little friend?"

"I didn't expect you to come so soon. Yesterday you didn't even sound half concerned about the murders in town!"

"I don't understand why you're so upset, Rebekah, we came to help. But if you're going to be all bitchy about it, we'll just turn around and leave." Caroline looked at Damon, not really sure if he would back her.

"Yeah, Beks, so be nice. Or we're outta here." Damon held his hand up in Rebekah's face and went to stand next to Caroline.

Rebekah was torn. She wasn't Caroline's biggest fan; and she was sure the pretty blonde felt the same about her. But they were here, upon her request, and she did need their help. She wanted Emily to be safe. Her internal struggle over, she sighed.

"Uhh, fine. As much as it pains me to admit, I could use you both."

The smug look on Damon's face lingered longer than the look of shock on Caroline's, but all in all, they seemed pleased.

Rebekah started walking down the block. "But keep your eyes to yourself. You can't compel her!" She narrowed her eyes, giving Damon a glare. "Ok?"

"Fine. I won't. But one question…." Damon had his thinking face on, which made him look more adorable, his finger tracing the outline of his bottom lip.

"Why the hell did she call you 'Samara'?"

Rebekah stopped dead in her tracks. She was hoping it would be a bit longer until she had to explain her doppelganger. She didn't want to involve Samara yet if she didn't have to. She had managed to tell Damon and Caroline about the murders in town all while keeping Samara out of it. She never mentioned where or how she met Emily, or who she was pretending to be in the meantime. Oh well, they'd find out eventually.

"Come on, I'll show you."

For once, Damon and Caroline didn't comment or complain, but followed the blonde bombshell down the street.

Katherine sat at an outdoor café, drinking a cup of disgusting black coffee and spying on her out of town friends. She had followed Damon here, using the tracker she placed in his cell phone. She was a bit concerned that Rebekah had called him in so soon. She wasn't ready for this.

Sure, Katherine liked causing trouble. It was fun for her. She had no qualms against passing through towns and killing people, draining them for her own amusement. But even Katherine had standards. She happened upon Rosewood one lonely night and got herself in a whole lot deeper than she bargained for. Now she had to report to her superior; the person actually responsible for the Rosewood murders.

And this person was not going to be happy that Rebekah was digging.

Katherine was a little scared. She had to be careful because she was now treading on dangerous ground. And she wasn't sure she'd make it out of this one alive. Well, dead. Well, fuck…. She sighed.

She downed the coffee and compelled her waiter to follow her to the alley. Might as well enjoy what could very well be her last meal.

Hanna wanted to sleep in on this glorious summer day. But no! Her friends had other plans for her. With Spencer and Aria standing at the foot of her bed, she was being forced to get up.

"Hanna, listen to me! Do you understand what I found in my mom's office?" Spencer was shaking Hanna, trying to get her out of bed.

"Yeah, Han. You have to go talk to Mona. Like now. She has to know something!"

"I don't understand why you are waking me up so early in the morning to find out what Garrett wants with Allison and Maya's blood. He's a freak. The end. Can't we just get on with it so I can get my beauty sleep?" Hanna pulled the covers over her head, willing her friends to leave her alone.

Both Aria and Spencer pulled the covers straight off her bed and pounced on her.

Hanna was going to see Mona. Now. Whether she liked it or not.

Spencer drove Hanna to the hospital and dropped her off, promising to return in an hour. Spence needed to think. She had visited Aria last night and filled her in on what she found in her mom's office on Garrett and the cemetery. Emily and Hanna had been busy last night, but she was able to fill Hanna in today on their drive to the hospital. She promised herself she was going to make Hanna see Mona as soon as possible to get any information from her.

If she had any.

Emily still didn't know the details, but Spencer would fill her in as soon as she could.

Spencer had planned to visit the little corner bistro down the street from the hospital to use their wireless internet. That way, she was close enough in case Hanna needed her and she could do some research in the meantime.

Spencer parked in the lot and slung her laptop bag onto her shoulder. She found a table in the back of the place and with her back to the wall, she pulled out her computer. She wanted her eyes on the door, just in case anyone she recognized came through the door and she had to pretend she was actually doing school work.

She waited for the waitress to come over and take her order.

"I'll have an orange juice and a blueberry muffin." Spencer gave a stiff smile as the waitress went to prepare her order.

She checked her email, waiting until the waitress brought her food back to start finding some answers.

She opened up a search engine. She honestly wasn't even sure what she was looking for.

There was blood at the grave… How did both Allison's and Maya's blood end up at Allie's grave site. And in ceramic bowls?

Spencer decided she was going to look into these bowls, the objects that were the most out of the ordinary in the report. Why would anyone want to put blood in a bowl?

She found some random hits online; homemade ceramic and pottery sites and bowl making classes but then she spotted something that caught her eye. She clicked the link. She wasn't sure she believed it, but she kept reading, her eyes glued to the screen.

She clicked the word "witchcraft" which took her to another page.

"The practice of witchcraft involves different degrees of magic, spiritual healing and calling on the elements and spirits; it helps the practitioner become very in tune with nature and the world around."

She scrolled down the page to the heading titled, "Spells".

"Most rituals are not evil, as many people believe. Most are performed for health, love, wealth, luck, protection or as prayers of thanksgiving. However, some can use their magic for dark or selfish purposes. This is known as dark or black magic and many consider it evil."

She wanted to know more about the details of black magic. She clicked a link to a website and it brought her to another page involving witchcraft. There were ingredients to all types of spells. Spencer looked into some of the darker spells. She found one for the dead.

"Blood is believed to be a strong link that the dead have to the living world. In order to connect with the dead, you need their blood in a place where their presence is strong."

I guess Allie's grave would have a strong presence. She was fucking buried there.

It was almost time to pick up Hanna but she was by no means done researching this fascinating topic. She saved all of the websites under her favorites tab and was about to shut down her laptop when a picture caught her eye.

The caption read, "Certain witchcraft practitioners use ceramic bowls in their rituals." The picture had bowls full of different ingredients; herbs, flowers, hair and yep, blood.

Spencer was shocked.

"Witchcraft? Seriously…Garrett, what did you get yourself into? And why are you trying to connect with Allie?"

Hanna signed her name in the visitor's logbook and handed all her belongings to the nurse at the desk.

"You know the drill, honey." She smiled, recognizing Hanna from all her past visits to Mona.

"Yes, I do." Hanna did all she could to not roll her eyes. She was still tired and really didn't want to be here. She had gotten used to visiting Mona. You could even say she enjoyed it. But today, she honestly wasn't feeling up to it.

She followed the nurse through the doors at the end of the hall and through the common room. It must have been too early for Mona too; she wasn't at her usual table playing cards. The nurse guided Hanna to Mona's room.

"She doesn't enjoy sitting in the day room as much as she used to. She's become a little introverted. I think you visiting her will make her day." She smiled at Hanna. "I'll be right out here if you need anything."

Hanna looked around. This place was pretty deserted this early in the morning. Visiting hours probably just started. Go figure.

Hanna took a deep breath and opened the door to Mona's room. She was sitting crossed legged on her bed, playing solitaire.

She didn't even look up when Hanna came in. "Hey, Mona. How are you?"

Mona continued her game, not the least bit fazed that someone had interrupted her morning.

"I'm surprised to see you in your room. It's been a while since I've been in here." Hanna walked about the scarcely decorated room. Mona wasn't allowed to have much of anything in the hospital, so the walls were empty.

Hanna pressed on. "I came to talk to you about Garrett, actually." No use beating around the bush; she was ignoring Hanna as it was. Might as well not waste any more time with pleasantries.

This caught Mona's attention slightly; her back stiffened and she paused her card game for a second, before continuing on.

"Yeah. It seems when he dug up Allison's body, he left bowls of blood at the scene. And some of it belonged to Maya. You don't know anything about that do you?"

After Hanna made this statement, Mona looked up at her for the first time today. It was almost as if she wasn't seeing her, but looking straight through her. She just stared, not saying a word.

"Mona? Say something!"

Hanna was beyond frustrated. The past few visits to Mona have proved fruitless. No matter what Hanna did or said, it was useless. She never opened up. Hanna could bring make up and current magazines and the juiciest gossip, yet Mona continued to ignore her.

Hanna sighed heavily and headed for the door. "I just wish you'd give me something sometimes. You used to be my best friend and we talked about everything, ya know?"

She heard a squeak behind her which made her turn around. Mona was now standing on the rocking chair next to her bed.

"Mona! Get down, what are you doing?"

"Maybe you should stop worrying about Garrett so much." The voice that came out of Mona didn't sound a thing like her. It sounded strained, as if Mona was fighting herself to speak.

"What? Mona, what are you talking about?" Hanna was beyond confused and she was scared. She thought about calling for the nurse, but she hoped Mona would say more.

"Mona… Talk to me."

"A girl. A girl with long, brown hair…" She trailed off.

Then Mona looked at Hanna as if seeing her for the first time.

"Hanna?" This time when she spoke, her voice sounded like her own.

"Yes, Mona. I'm here." Hanna ran to her side and grabbed her hand. "A girl, who? Jenna? Tell me, Mona!"

Mona looked down at Hanna and smiled. Then just as suddenly, she fell off the rocking chair and back onto the bed, landing softly on the mattress.

Hanna rushed to her side and shook her, but Mona only looked at the ceiling, eyes not blinking.

"Mona! Mona!"

Nothing. No movement.

"Nurse, please! Somebody, help me!" Hanna screamed. She had no idea what was happening.

The nurse rushed in and saw Mona lying there. She got on the intercom and called the doctor.

"Doctor, we have an emergency. Patient doesn't seem to be responding to external stimuli."

She turned to Hanna. "Hun, you're going to have to get out of here. Please return to the front desk and collect your belongings. Your friend needs to see the doctor."

Hanna rushed to the door, eager to be out of there and away from Mona and all the nurses and doctors now rushing around her bed.

She turned in the doorway to catch one last glimpse of Mona. Hanna swore she saw her mouth, "Brown haired girl" before she ran down the corridor and out of the hospital.

Rebekah wasn't sure the best way to do this. She didn't think her doppelganger would be quite as enthralling or surprising as the Petrova doppelganger had been, but it was still shocking news. She figured the best way to tell Damon and Caroline would just be to show them.

She led them to Samara's house. It was still early so her parents would be at work. Samara would be home alone. Perfect.

"Wait here." Rebekah walked inside and closed the door behind her, leaving her friends on the porch.

Damon and Caroline exchanged a confused glance.

"What do you think this can be all about?" Caroline looked concerned.

Damon shrugged nonchalantly. There wasn't much he hadn't seen. He was sure whatever it was it would be fine.

A few minutes later, Rebekah opened the door. "Ok, now, whatever happens, remain calm. I really do have this under control. I'll explain later."

An older woman walked to the front door and held out her hand to Damon and Caroline. "Please, come in." She smiled, welcoming them inside.

She held the door open and let the two of them walked into the house. It was clean and normal looking, like anyone's home would be, humanly decorated.

"Thanks, mom. You can go to the store now. Chicken for dinner sounds great!" Rebekah ushered the woman outside, ignoring surprised stares from Damon and Caroline.

"Well, Beks, if you wanted to show us your house all you had to do was say so." Damon looked around and plopped down on the couch, putting his legs up on the coffee table. "I like what you've done with the place. But what was that, calling her mom? Was that your human house slave?" He looked at Rebekah. "I'd have a few other names to call my slave…." He gave a sultry wink to Rebekah, waiting for her explanation.

He laughed and Rebekah ignored him. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching the pair check out Samara's home.

Caroline was in the living room, looking at the pictures on the fireplace. "Wait, I'm confused. There are pictures of you here. Caroline picked up one of a younger Rebekah in a cheerleading uniform. "You sure went through a lot of work to make this look like your house, growing up here." Caroline studied the picture. "Are you some kind of photoshop pro? I could use your help for the high school yearbook…" She continued to look at the pictures, her mind wandering over all the possible layouts she could create with Rebekah's help.

Damon was about to question Rebekah again, but instead of forming a sentence he let out a big breath of air. "Uhhhh….."

Samara had just come into the living room.

Caroline turned to see what caused Damon to stop talking and almost dropped the picture she was holding. Rebekah, the only who wasn't shocked right now, was fast enough to catch the picture before it hit the floor.

Caroline and Damon were speechless; both of them had their mouths wide open. Rebekah smiled. "Soooo this is my doppelganger, Samara. I reacted like that the first time I saw her too." She gestured to the girl in the doorway. "Samara, please come in and meet my friends."

Samara wasn't normally shy but it had been a while since she has seen anyone so attractive. She looked back and forth between Damon and Caroline, not sure who she liked better.

"Hello, I'm Samara. Welcome to my home! Can I get you anything?" She smiled. Damon and Caroline were still in shock and hadn't yet said a word.

Rebekah laughed. "How about you go so whatever you were doing before we got here. You can hang out with us in a little while."

"Ok, I'll be in my room painting my nails." She smiled and was off.

Rebekah looked to Damon first. "Sooo, I kinda found her a few months ago…. Pretty cool right?"

Caroline was first to respond. "Does your doppelganger have any special purposes in life like Elena did? Klaus won't be after this one now too will he?" She looked a little horrified at that thought.

Rebekah scrunched her face up. "To be honest, I didn't even think of that. She's normal, from what I know about her. And I haven't told anyone about her, especially not Klaus. He's my brother and I love him but I can't trust him with anything, and especially not this." She took a deep breath. "I told Samara we were sisters and she can't go outside while I'm here. I've been pretending to be her…. To get close to Emily… Not my proudest moment, but it worked."

Damon was finally able to comment. "You don't even want to know the dirty doppelganger thoughts I'm having right now…." He smiled at Rebekah. "She's hot. Maybe even hotter than you."

Caroline interrupted. "Damon, this is big. We have to find out if she serves a bigger purpose than fulfilling your gross, sexual fantasies." She snapped at Damon, but he still looked excited at the possibilities.

"We'll get to that, but I'm not sure that's the most important thing going on in this town now."

Rebekah felt this was a safe place to talk without fear of being spied on or overheard. She filled them in on the murders of Allison and Maya, giving as much detail as she could. She researched a bit on her own; searched the news and papers; she got a bit of info from Emily and she had been snooping around town, listening to the a small town, gossip is all you need to get the important information.

Rebekah ended with 'A'. "I think Emily is being blackmailed or spied on or something like that. She's afraid of something. And I need to find out what."

Damon and Caroline listened intently to everything Rebekah told them. "I think we should break into the police station. We need to see the police report. We need to know what happened and what was found at the scene of the crime- get any and as much details as we can." The student council president was coming out of Caroline. She was a great public speaker.

Damon agreed. "It wouldn't hurt to get a look at the bodies either."

Rebekah shook her head. "I agree with you both. However, Allison's body was recently dug up. No one knows who has it or where it is."

The three exchanged looks. "Who would want a dead body?" Damon looked at the two blondes, eyebrows raised.

"And why?" Caroline chimed in.

"I intend to find that out." Rebekah looked back at them confidently.

"Well, that settles it. We break in tonight."

The three all seemed to be on the same page for this one.

Hanna was still freaked after leaving Mona. Luckily, Spencer was waiting outside for her because Hanna broke down and started crying the second she got into Spencer's car. She continued to sob and didn't say a word during the whole drive back to Spencer's house.

Spencer called Aria. "Ar, I just picked up Hanna. She went to see Mona. Something must have happened because she's been sobbing uncontrollably and hasn't said a word. She actually might be in shock. Call Em and meet at my house."

Spencer did her best to comfort Hanna. "Han, I don't know what happened, but it's going to be ok. We'll get through this like we always do." She reached over and patted her hand. Hanna flinched at the contact.

Instead of helping, this only seemed to make Hanna more upset. "I did that to her!" She cried through her tears.

"You held her hand? Talk to me, Han."

Hanna took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. "Let me collect my thoughts. I want to tell you all together. I think Mona just gave us a clue to who 'A' might be."

The look on her face said she was determined. Spencer's foot pushed down on the gas pedal and she sped home.

The girls were all assembled on Spencer's bed, each face more shocked than the next. Hanna had just reenacted her encounter with Mona. Emily was first to gather her thoughts. "Ok, so we think Mona is telling us that a 'girl with long, brown hair' is involved?" She looked at Hanna, doubtful.

"Yes! That is exactly what she said. Why would she just say that?"

"Oh gee, Han. I don't know. Maybe because she is crazy!?" Emily threw her hands up in exasperation and jumped off the bed, pacing the room.

"It was like as if she was possessed; she didn't look or sound like herself. It was so weird. And creepy." Hanna shivered.

Aria was level headed. "Alright guys, let's stay calm and think this one out." She looked to Spencer to try to get her thoughts on the subject. "Let's assume Mona was trying to give us a clue. How many brown haired girls do we know that would want to kill Allison and Maya?"

"That's assuming too much!" Now Emily had jumped off the bed and joined Spencer, standing at the foot of the bed. "For all we know, one of Mona's nurses has long brown hair and gives her medicine every night. We can't take what she says as truth."

"Well, do you have any better ideas? We've got nothing else. At least this is something." Hanna looked around the room at her friends.

"Ok, this might help." Spencer wandered over to her chair and grabbed her laptop bag. "When I broke into my mom's office, the reports said there were strands of long, brown hair found at the scene… And I did some research today while I was waiting for Han. Em, I didn't get a chance to tell you but the police reports from my mom's office said blood was found at Allie's grave site. Bowls full of blood."

She placed her laptop on the edge of the bed, clicking furiously. "After extensive searching, I found some interesting sites. Involving ceramic bowls, hair and blood. Witchcraft." She turned the computer so it could face the girls. There were multiple tabs opened, each to a different website.

Spencer looked around at the girls, letting them absorb the information. "I don't know what Garrett is up to, but maybe Jenna, a girl with long brown hair, is helping him." She shrugged, "It's something."

Aria nodded in agreement with Spencer. "Nice job, Spence. But I highly doubt Garrett is involved in witchcraft. We have always thought Jenna was a witch; maybe it's truer than we ever knew!"

Hanna was still confused and shaken from her previous meeting with Mona, but she was convinced they were onto something. "Let's make a list of all the people we know with brown hair… We'll even give them possible reasons for wanting Allie and Maya dead." She shrugged. "We've gotta start somewhere."

Emily was still not on board with this. She was doubtful that they could trust what Mona told them. And if Jenna was involved, it was because she cared for Garrett and hated Allison. She didn't care why Garrett had Maya's blood, but she knew he was the killer.

Emily thought this "research" was a waste of time, but how could she say that to her friends? They looked so convinced that they were onto something. She settled in beside Hanna on the bed and started rattling off names of brunette girls that lived in town.

Emily didn't stay at Spencer's much longer after that. She had enough of their assumptions; she couldn't stand to hear about it anymore and she wanted to forget about it all. Spencer and Aria were having a blast playing detective and coming up with possible scenarios of how Maya's blood ended up at Allie's gravesite, so Emily offered to take Hanna home. Hanna was exhausted and she looked spent. The visit to Mona had bothered her more than she'd like to admit and she couldn't wait to get home to bed.

Emily dropped Hanna off at her house. "Call me later when you get up, ok?"

Hanna smiled. "Thanks, Em. I will."

Emily pulled away from the curb. Her mind was overflowing with morbid thoughts. She loved her friends and knew they were only trying to help, but did she not realize that Emily had cared about Maya? They talked about her as if she was some random girl, putting together the pieces of her death. Emily didn't want to think about it anymore. She could really use a pick me up. She kept driving in the direction away from her house. Before she realized it, she was sitting outside of Samara's house. She parked the car in the driveway. It looked like Samara was probably home. At this point, Emily didn't even care.

She got out of her car and headed up the cobblestone walkway to the porch. She rang the bell and after a few seconds was face to face with Rebekah.

She looked surprised to see Emily standing on her porch. "Hey, Em… what's up?"

Emily didn't respond, but instead walked up to Rebekah and stood face to face with her. Her hand reached up and stroked Rebekah's cheek. They just stood like that, looking at each other, both girls breathing heavy from their physical closeness. Emily finally closed the gap and pushed Rebekah against the house. Her lips crashed into Rebekah's in a sloppy kiss, landing hard over her mouth. Emily ran her hands through Rebekah's hair, pulling gently. Rebekah's hands grabbed Emily's hips, pulling her even closer. Their legs intertwined and they were flush against each other. Rebekah ran her hands over Emily's arms and back, nails digging into Emily's skin through her thin shirt. It felt nice for Emily to lose herself in Rebekah, feeling another warm body pressed against hers. They made out on the porch for a while, neither girl aware of how much time had passed.

Emily pulled back for a second to take a breath of air. She smiled into Rebekah's neck. "I just really wanted to see you, Samara." She pulled Rebekah back into the kiss, gently this time, Emily's tongue tracing the outline of Rebekah's lips. Rebekah gasped and her breathing increased. Rebekah was rooted to the porch, not able to move and barely even upset Emily called her Samara; Emily had her under her spell, a complete first for Rebekah.

Just then there was a commotion in the house.

"Damon! You're an ass. You can't just spy on people!" Caroline was chasing him off the front porch and down the block.

"What? I was just enjoying the show!" He yelled over his shoulder, laughing at Caroline's attempt to catch him.

Rebekah pulled back from Emily and clasped her hands together at the back of Emily's neck. She pressed their foreheads together and smiled. "Well, you said you wanted to meet my friends. No time like the present."

She grabbed Emily's hand, enjoying the warm feel of it, mixed with her carefree laugh, and followed the retreating figures of Damon and Caroline down the block.

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! What/who could have Katherine so worried! And is Mona actually trying to help the liars figure out their 'A' games? Andy why on earth is Garrett involved in witchcraft? Stay tuned for more!

I used the internet for my spells/witchcraft research, as I am by no means an expert! No particular web sites, just a generic search, but I was quite surprised at how easy it was to find the info I was looking for. Very interesting stuff!

Again, I'm sorry it took me so long! I should be more prompt next time! Have a great rest of the week! :D