A/N: Hey guys! Fourth chapter is here! I seriously thought I would have given up by now! But my college has started now, and it takes twice my willpower to write, so if you are interested in reading more please favorite my story and follow. And also please leave reviews, good or bad! I need to know how my writing is, and whether people genuinely want me to write more.

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Chapter 4

Damon ushered Bonnie, who was grinning at the mention of the daylight ring, to the driveway outside the Salvatore house.

"Ah! So I take it you are happy being a mere mortal?" teased Bonnie. "And you better find a job now, you know, technically, you are unemployed." Damon rolled his eyes. "Unemployed? I've never had a job in my 179 year long life, Bon-Bon, and I don't plan on getting one either. Also, technically, you have never been to college, but here you are going on world tours instead of completing your education."

It was Bonnie's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever!" Then she smiled apologetically, "Speaking of world tour, I came to tell you and Elena that I'm leaving for my travel tomorrow, instead of four days later."

Suddenly, the front door of the Salvatore boarding house banged open and as Caroline came out looking worried. "I don't think you can leave just yet Bonnie. We have a problem."

Alaric grabbed his phone and keys and got into the car in which his girls sat screaming away. "Girls can you please keep the volume to a minimum? Daddy is thinking, okay?" he pleaded, half expecting them to ignore what he was saying. The girls had reached the age of eroding innocence.

They nodded seriously and stopped talking. But as Alaric pulled out of the house and drove towards Mystic Grill, Josie whispered something to Lizzie, and they lapsed into hysterical giggles. Alaric sighed.

A few minutes later they reached the Mystic Grill, and went in.

"Ooh. We have never come here this early, daddy. Look, the grill is empty!" said Lizzie. "Can we have pizza for breakfast?" begged Josie. Both the girls had inherited a keen love for food, like their biological mother.

Just then, the door opened, and an athletic dark woman entered. "I see that you are here early" she said in her soft voice.

The smoothness of her voice was unsettling, and Alaric immediately started to feel uncomfortable.

"Yeah, the kids needed to have breakfast. I didn't know you were already here, Sofia. Have you brought Sebastian?"

"Yes, but he is resting in the hotel we are staying in. The journey was tiring for him."

Although he had no reason to believe she was lying, Alaric wasn't convinced that she was speaking the truth. Everything she said felt like a well-rehearsed lie. He motioned her to take a seat. They sat and ordered. Then, Sofia began.

"Let me get straight to it Alaric. I have not told you a lot of things about me and my family. You know my son is a witch, but what you don't know, is that he is also gifted with psychic abilities. You probably know that witch magic is inherited and passed along generations, whereas psychic abilities are not. They are rare gifts in witches with strong magic abilities. Sebastian gets his magic from my side of witches. My husband was human. There is no magic on his side. Now, around a month back, my coven lost their ability to practice expression. And last week, my son lost his psychic abilities. So our coven did a source tracking spell. We had to do it with normal magic, of course, and we traced the source of the magic that is stopping us from practicing expression. We traced it back, and it lead us to a new kind of magic, one that is unheard of, here to Mystic Falls."

Just then, a waiter came to their table with the food. He kept the food on the table, glanced at Sofia, and left. She seemed to not have seen him, her attention had shifted to Alaric's kids. But her way of looking somehow seemed less human. Although she was smiling, her attention was rapt, and for a moment Alaric imagined her as a tigress, mentally noting down the habits of her prey before she attacked. He shivered. He must be becoming paranoid, he thought. Paranoid and senile. Forcing a fake smile, he asked her to continue.