A/N: Well, let us take these five seconds of the author note to mourn Polyvore, the ultimate website for creative souls. *sobs* Okay, I'm done being an emotional mess. *lie*
Anyway, thank you so very much for the reviews and follows and favorites, it warms my heart during this dark time.
I have a few things that I wanna talk about for the people who've asked. First, ships; I will mostly follow the canon ships, most of them will be happening differently and ending differently. And as for Nova, well she's going to have a lot of sex, a few serious relationships, and one major endgame relationship, none of which I can tell you about in detail, spoilers, darlings.
Two.. character birthdays. Hahaha, I fucking missed Caroline's birthday, I think it was the time jump that fucked me up, and the fact they never addressed it in the show until she died, but, um, oops? I've changed the timeline so much that I just don't use the scripts that often, but I'll try to get that sorted better.
Thirdly and finally, I have no idea how long this story is gonna be, but I hope you're all up for the ride because shit gonna get crazy long!
Also, since Polyvore is gone, I'll be using Pinterest to gather items, collages to put them together, and Tumblr to post outfits and imagery, my Tumblr is randomfandoming1 if you're interested.
Prepare yourself for a shit ton of words, some Magic, more Magic, and then... Magic again, and some emotional reveals.
The two Bennett Witches chose to wait until Bonnie arrived to cast the spell on the mixture that would be needed for the minor ritual they would perform on the desiccated Vampires. Even though Bonnie had given Grams the Grimoire before she and Stefan went to rescue the girls, they couldn't do much but sit and wait until the sun went down.
So the grandmother-granddaughter duo settled on the uncomfortable stone steps and began talking about nothing in particular, both of them made sure they avoided heavy topics for the moment.
It didn't take long before Grams noticed her granddaughter's hair, which was in utter disarray from taking the Salvatore Express.
Merlin had to be set down from Nova's shoulders as the elder woman started pulling Nova's curls out of her face and into a frizzy but pretty french braid. Nova kept herself busy by reading Emily's Grimoire, the only light coming into the Tomb was from the now sparse sunlight coming from above the stairs.
It was strange not to hear any birds chirping or deer foraging, but the downright ominous energy surrounding the Tomb was probably felt and kept the more intelligent animals at bay.
She wasn't sure how many hours had passed as they flipped through the Grimoire when a sound that wasn't Merlin's oddly relaxed purring reached her ears.
"Tell me again why we had to drag this stuff around out to the middle of nowhere? I mean, seriously? We were kidnapped, by vampires! We'll probably end up traumatized - do you feel traumatized, Elena?!" Nova heard a very familiar voice ranting from nearby, giving no one time to answer her questions.
Nova shared an excited smile with Grams before she smoothly settled Merlin down from her lap before running out the Tomb. Elena didn't get to respond to Caroline's somewhat hysterical question because Nova chose that moment to run through the bushes covering the back entrance and towards them at full speed.
Nova just barely managed to stop herself from crashing into her sister, but she did slightly twist her ankle skidding to a stop next to the startled group. She ignored the minor pain in her ankle, eyeing the two teenagers with observant eyes that said she would make good on her threats to Anna if she found one goddamn bruise on them.
Caroline looked like she had spent the last few hours crying, but other than that she looked fine, cheerful even. Elena had been the most startled when Nova had run out into the open, but she was also appeared unharmed - if a bit jumpy.
"They're fine, just exhausted. They, uh, asked to come along and we could hardly say no to them after everything they've been through," Stefan answered every question the reincarnated teenager had silently asked but hadn't expected to be answered, least of all from him.
Huh, apparently she was easier to read when she was anxious and only running on one cup of coffee, she thought absently.
"Oh my god, Nova - you look terrible," Caroline blurted out, despite the slightly rude statement, there was only concern in the blonde's eye and so Nova only snorted in amusement. She relaxed at the familiar sight of Elena lightly hitting Caroline's shoulder with an admonishing frown, the gesture had to be instinctual by now.
"Funny, I was about to tell the two of you the same thing. Is that a pimple, Care?" Nova vaguely pointed out with an exaggerated gasp, she bit her lip to hide her grin. Everyone watched in amusement as Caroline immediately went to hesitantly touch her face with a panicked look in her blue eyes.
"Joking,"
"Rude," Caroline returned with a scoff, but a slight smile grew on her face as she suggested eagerly, "Group hug?"
"I could definitely use a hug," Bonnie replied with a nod, already squeezing her arm around Nova's shoulders while the eldest twin made eye contact with her brunette best friend.
Nova returned the hug but nervously shifted as she remembered that the last time they had spoken Elena had been angry with her for not telling her that she was Katherine's lookalike.
She felt like shit for not forcing Stefan to tell his girlfriend that she looks exactly like his ex-lover down to the last hair follicle. But it still didn't change the fact Nova didn't think it would've been right to be the one to tell her; there was some information that just shouldn't be told by her.
"Group hug," Elena agreed with a genuine smile that spoke forgiveness and that Nova was silly for even thinking otherwise.
It was hilarious, in another universe she had contemplated the fact she would have never been able to be friends with Elena Gilbert, the character. Only for her to become one of Elena Gilbert's - the person - best friends in the next life. The joys of bonding over books, she thought with a returning smile.
"If we're going to do this try not to suffocate me like last time," Nova said quickly, already squished between her sister and her blonde best friend.
Nova caught Stefan subtly moving towards the Tomb entrance, she called out to the sneaking Vampire over the sound of her friends' laughter. "It's called a group hug for a reason!"
"I, uh, don't do group hugs." Stefan tried to protest but was pulled into the hug by Elena and her big brown pleading eyes, it was fucking comical how quickly he caved then.
Let it never be said that hugs weren't Magical, she couldn't help but be super corny by thinking that being surrounded by people she cared about and who cared about her in return was just about the most Magical thing that would happen in her life.
"Well, isn't this just cozy."
Nova could hear everyone let out collective groans and sighs at the sound of Damon's voice, she was impressed but mostly amused by how his mere presence got that reaction from everyone.
"Damon... where have you been?" Stefan questioned tensely, eyeing his brother suspiciously as the group hug abruptly ended.
"Getting these, for Katherine," Damon explained, pulling two blood bags from his leather jacket, waving them tauntingly at a stone-faced Stefan. He continued with a smirk aimed at the girls, who watched their interaction with undisguised interest. "Unless one of you girls want to tap a vein?"
The girls in question all gave him varying looks that were mostly unamused with a hint of disgust. Stefan clenched his jaw at the callous remark and watched his smirking brother uneasily.
Nova looked around and noticed that the sun was finally going down, clapping her hands to draw attention to herself she spoke with an easy-going grin to disperse the tension Damon's comment had caused. "Okay then, now that Damon's done with his trademark asshole comments - let's get this show on the road."
Stefan picked up a couple of the unlit wooden torches the group had brought. With one more warning look at his brother, he moved to take them into the back entrance of the Tomb he had spotted Nova exit. Somehow, Nova managed to get Damon to take the last two torches down.
Elena and Caroline picked up the things that had been discarded on the ground during the group hug; there were two flashlights, an old wooden bowl, and a dagger, all taken from Grams home.
Caroline handed the twins the bowl and dagger, both the brunette and the blonde threw an incredulous glance at the dagger before following the twins down the steps and into the Tomb with only the flashlights they held as a source of light.
Once the twins placed the items in their hands down, they took notice of the pentagram Grams had drawn on the ground in the center of the room. It was identical to the pentagram that was engraved into the stone door of the Tomb and it would be needed in the first of many spells they would be doing tonight.
The three Bennett Witches gravitated towards each other in the middle of the room. Everyone else quietly stayed on the highest fringes of the room, next to the unlit torches that were strategically placed around the Tomb.
Grams handed the Grimoire to the twins for them to look over before they started, both of them could feel Merlin brushing up near their feet as they scanned the page.
"I guess we'll start now?" Nova said after a few minutes, she stared questioningly towards her twin, who nodded nervously in response before placing the Grimoire out of the pentagram. Merlin was hesitantly allowed to stay inside the chalk-drawn pentagram, if only because the Familiar would probably add more energy to the spell than fuck it up.
"Air," Bonnie breathed out, the room became even colder as a breeze from outside reached into the depths of the Tomb.
"Earth," Sheila continued steadily with a shift of her feet, only the Witches casting the spell and the Vampires with enhanced senses could feel the very slight trembling beneath their feet.
"Fire," Nova said simply, her eyes closed as she focused on the image of the four torches strategically placed around the room igniting, by the sound of her friends' startled gasps she had succeeded.
Nova pulled a plastic bottle of water from her satchel, she removed the cap before handing it to Grams. "Water," Sheila finished off listing the elements as she sprinkled water over the pentagram.
"That's it? Just water from the tap?" Elena questioned incredulously, she cringed in embarrassment when her words echoed.
"As opposed to what?" Grams inquired with a raised brow, handing the empty bottle back to her eldest granddaughter.
"Well, I don't know. I kinda thought it would be like... blessed, or something." Caroline piped up from next to the doppelganger, the question was warranted considering how much Supernatural they all watch.
Elena nodded in agreement, the blonde's remark made Grams amused if the smirk on her face was anything to go by.
"Only for powerful sacrifices," Nova couldn't help but comment before throwing the empty water bottle back into the leather satchel.
"I - I can't tell if you're joking or not," Elena said after a beat of silence, but the reincarnated teen didn't answer the question and just smiled mysteriously at her friend.
The moment of amusement ended for them when someone walked down the stairs and into the Tomb. "Anna-banana, how gracious of you to join us," Nova said when it looked like no one else would speak up, she ignored the warning look Grams gave her that told her to tread carefully - it was a little too late for that.
"I don't want any trouble. I just want my mother back," Anna told them pleadingly, she dangled Emily's talisman in front of her as a peace offering.
Annabelle clenched her jaw in frustration when no one said anything. Everyone who cared about Elena was on edge when the eldest Vampire in the Tomb aimed a glare her. "I could always give my friend the okay to kill your brother, newborn vampires are always so hungry." Anna threatened the doppelganger.
Nearly all of them reacted to the threat, everyone started talking over each other, but Elena was the one who broke the commotion with her yell."What did you do to him?! What did you do to Jeremy!?" Elena demanded to know, pure terror in her brown eyes - but not for herself, but for her little brother.
"Jeremy's safe at home. And will continue breathing... as long as I leave this place with my mother, unharmed, by the end of the night," Anna added coolly, watching them all warily in case one of them decided to attack.
"...What a manipulative bitch," Caroline said in disbelief, she didn't bother whispering, either not caring or knowing it would be useless.
Anna aimed a venomous glare at the blonde that was ruined when she suddenly flinched. When she hadn't been looking, Nova had strode over quietly and viciously snatched the talisman from Anna's still outstretched fingertips.
Nova ran her fingers over the amber colored talisman that practically radiated Magic. Ignoring everyone else, she eyed it suspiciously as she remembered a few things that had previously slipped her mine.
One thing she remembered writing down about this 'Emily Bennett Spirit' business was that whenever... the other Bonnie had tried to throw it away, it had always found its way back to her, pronto.
Another thing was that, despite the fact that Katherine always made sure to look out for herself first, the Vampire had made genuine friendships and relationships.
The third and last thing wasn't something she could remember, but she assumed that Annabelle and Emily would have become somewhat close, trailing after assumingly big personalities like Katherine and Pearl.
They could have been close enough for Emily to let Annabelle keep her talisman for leverage, however minor. Besides, whose to say it wasn't Emily who kept Anna safe from being locked in the Tomb?
It's always the quiet ones that are most observant, she reflected as she handed her sister the talisman. And the ones in the background that no one pays attention to that you needed to be wary of.
Because they were the ones who had dirt on everyone she added mentally with a speculative glance at an annoyed Anna, who clutched her bleeding hand that was now healing from the cut she had acquired from Nova's petty viciousness.
Oh well, Nova supposed purposing an alliance with Anna was off the table considering she made the Vampire puke up her lunch. Oops, she thought sarcastically.
"We'll open the tomb, and you can get your mother on the condition you stay silent and don't get in our way, vampire." Grams stated with a no-nonsense expression on her features, somehow making the word Vampire sound like a curse.
Anna nodded at the terms easily enough and moved off to the side, she reluctantly stood next Damon as he was the only one who didn't send her death glares.
Bonnie set the talisman in the middle of the pentagram, the Witches could immediately feel the energy added.
Power wouldn't be an issue tonight, it was honestly ridiculous how much power they had at their fingertips; the celestial power of the full moon, a feline Familiar whose power was mostly unexplored, a talisman previously owned by a powerful Witch - and not to mention their own Magic.
But whether their human bodies could handle the amount of Magic needed tonight was another thing entirely.
The Bennett Witches gathered in the middle of the pentagram, the talisman at their feet, they shared a glance before linking hands in a loose circle. Nova shivered when she felt the combined Magic strengthening their own and then connecting them, she closed her eyes at the same time as her twin.
"Phasmatos salves nas ex malon, terra mora vantis quo incandis, et vasa quo ero signos." The three of them chanted, carefully channeling the combined energies.
Nova could hear murmured conversations in the background, but she was too absorbed on focusing the channeled Magic on the seal placed on the stone hindering them from entering the actual Tomb.
The Bennett Witches slowly untangled their hands when they heard the Tomb unsealing with an audible creak.
Nova could feel something lessening over her Soul, it was as though a weight she hadn't known was there was lifted from her shoulders and she could finally breathe again. She sighed at her jumbled feelings, happiness that she wouldn't be killed by Nature, the excitement that she had succeeded with the spell, worried because now Damon was free to terrorize her friends.
Nova's her brown eyes quickly sought out Damon's similarly conflicted blue eyes; it was official, their deal was finished, the Tomb was open and Nature had released them from its grip.
"It worked," Bonnie announced excitedly, grinning at her twin, the success of their first serious spell along with the borrowed Magic still racing through their veins made them feel heady.
"Of course it worked," Grams replied dryly, but there was a smile on her face as she proudly looked at her granddaughters.
Anna wasted no time pushing the stone door open and stealing a torch before rushing in, and no one bothered stopping her. But Nova nearly tripped over her own two feet to stop Damon from following with a hand on his leather-clad shoulder. "Hold it, Spike."
Damon grudgingly halted at the entrance and turned towards her with raised eyebrows telling her to get on with it. "What is it, Willow?" he questioned impatiently, he anxiously started tapping the blood bag against his palm.
By the time he found out Katherine wasn't even in the Tomb and got over the fact she had never been in the fucking Tomb - they would have the seal that kept Vampires from exiting removed, but she couldn't help but want to delay the inevitable of that shit show.
She had briefly thought about letting him rot in the Tomb, but she liked the asshole and had spent way too much time and Magic making them allies to throw it away just because she was hesitant to face him after the Tomb drama.
So, the truth it was.
"Unsealing the door was the easy part. There's still another seal, placed on the Tomb itself from keeping vampires from exiting." Nova explained simply, releasing his shoulder when he got the message that him going in there right now would be stupid.
"And of course Emily didn't think to mention this little detail when we made our deal. Witches." Damon said with an annoyed huff, apparently picking up Grams habit of saying species as an insult.
The not so subtle but honestly mild for him insult got him glares from all three Witches in the room. He shook the glares off with practiced ease and impatiently waved at them to hurry it up and do the spell.
The twins were the only ones who knew how, so while they worked on the second, more complicated seal, the elder Witch began working on finishing up the mixture needed for the final spell that they would be doing tonight.
"Ready?" Nova asked her twin as they stood in front of the opened Tomb, both of them cautiously eyeing the eerie darkness that lay ahead of them.
"Yeah," Bonnie answered determinedly before reaching out and taking her twin's hand, the talisman clutched between their joined hands.
Nova and Bonnie raised their unoccupied hands towards the open space in front of them. They could feel the telltale slight quiver that came with seal work, it was something only experienced Witches or really old Vampires felt, like Original Vampire old. And though they were powerful and skilled for their age, the twins weren't that experienced and neither were they Original Vampires.
But the spell was made by Emily Bennett and they were Bennett Witches. So, of course, they could feel the Magic of one of their own, humming powerfully near their fingertips.
They tuned out the whispers behind them, closing their eyes and focused their Magic on the seal, internally they began to chant; Ut in potentia signaculum hoc esse explicetur, accipe potestatem.
To the twins, it felt like hours of them mentally reciting the spell, but it really only took five minutes before they managed to remove the seal. Instead of trying to get rid of the Magic behind the powerful seal, they focused on guiding the leftover energy towards Emily's talisman.
Somehow they succeeded, and within minutes the talisman welcomed the familiar Magic with open - and metaphorical - arms.
Nova blinked rapidly as she opened her eyes, looking around with bleary eyes, she felt dizzy and like she could sleep for a century, or two. She looked over at her twin and saw that Bonnie still had her eyes closed with her free hand now pressed against her no doubt pounding head.
Nova gently squeezed the hand still in hers, after a moment she felt her sister squeeze back in a silent reassurance that she was okay for the most part.
"Okay, let's do this shit," Nova announced with a tired sigh, unknowingly cutting off the conversation between the Salvatore brothers.
"Great," Damon stated simply, gifting his younger brother with a smirk, he grabbed one of the lit torches and strode into the now thoroughly de-spelled Tomb.
"...Are you guys okay?" Elena questioned while she used the wall to slide up from the ground, startling the twins as they realized their best friends had joined them by the entrance.
"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed by the magic put into... everything," Bonnie began to sound less like she was about to collapse and more like she was amazed by the fortress that Emily had built.
Nova was also impressed, but she also had one more spell to finish and she really wanted to go to sleep, like, yesterday.
Nova saw that Bonnie had a minor nosebleed, ignoring the fact she was still seeing double of everything, pointed in the vague direction of her twin and spoke - slurred - sternly, "Stay here with Caroline and Elena."
Bonnie wiped the blood from her nose and stared at her twin, looking her features over to attempt to see if she was actually being serious. She rolled her eyes when she figured out her sister was, in fact, being serious, she walked past her on surprisingly steady legs to take the now spelled and bottled mixture from the ever amused Grams.
"We're doing this together, or not at all," Bonnie said resolutely, shooting her sister a look that said she was being dull to even think otherwise, and without another word, she walked into the Tomb.
Nova ignored the amusement on her friends' faces and walked forward to grab the second colorful vial from Grams' palm, leaving the third and final vial for the elder Witch.
"Grams?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Why are the three of us so stubborn?"
"Isn't it obvious? It runs in the family, honey."
Nova swallowed nervously when she felt the prickling feeling of eyes watching her as soon as they entered what was the equivalent of a Vampires nest.
She was suddenly grateful that Stefan had offered, insisted really, to escort them into the Tomb, extra man-woman-power, and all that jazz. Merlin had been left behind with Caroline and Elena so that if anyone decided to randomly attack them Nova would immediately know.
The only thing that kept Nova from jumping ten feet in the air when someone wandered next to her from the unlit part of the Tomb was the fact she had felt Bonnie's Magic before she had seen her.
"So, how are we doing this? How does this spell work?" Stefan questioned when they stopped across from the first desiccated Vampire, who was splayed out right next to the entrance.
"It was made a very long time ago for the rare supernatural who wanted peace and didn't want to be stuck on the other side after they died. It was eventually found by the wrong kind of people and abused. But, thankfully the spell mysteriously disappeared before it could do much damage." Sheila lectured honestly to the curious Vampire, but all the while she cast a wary looked around the Tomb.
"Other side?"
Nova pulled out three small and thin paintbrushes from her leather satchel and handed it to her nervous sister while Grams explained what the Other Side was to a confused Stefan.
"Could you flip over the body so we can begin?" Nova interrupted the mostly finished lecture, motioning with her hands towards the awkwardly splayed body.
Stefan nodded at the request and, handing the torch off to Sheila, he quickly turned over the sad case that the desiccated Vampire was, with his clothes in tatters and one of his hands stretched out towards the now open Tomb door.
All of them nearly had a heart attack when they came face to face with the desiccated Vampire, whose eyes were wide open and manically watching them. Okay, that's super creepy, the twins thoughts unknowingly echoed each other.
Nova decided she had enough of gawking and uncorked the vial in her hand, she dropped the paintbrush into the vial before plopping down next to the desiccated Vampire. She ignored the killer stare aimed at her jugular and quietly worked on placing the sigil on his cracked and ashen forehead.
The sigil was actually made by joint efforts between the twins, it was an eternity symbol cut off in the middle by a triangle; the eternity symbol represented the Vampires immortality and the triangle symbolized the three Witches performing the ritual that would end said 'immortality'.
They opted out using Emily's sigil, but only because runes and sigils were less about precision and more about the individual actually believing in the purposes behind them. That was why it was mostly safer to create one that you believed would work than relying on someone else's work.
Though some of them were just so universally known that it wasn't needed to completely make your own. Like the peace sign, the eternity symbol - and the pentagram, which could represent multiple things, but in witchcraft, it mostly represented the five elements.
Needless to say, sigils and runes were really complicated. But without Magic behind the runes and sigils, they were just really pretty markings.
The Bennett women continued through the Tomb as fast as they could, taking turns drawing the sigil with Stefan keeping a vigilant guard behind them.
Turns out Stefan guarding them wasn't a total waste of his chivalry. But, in all seriousness, Nova would be forever grateful that he saved Bonnie's life when the teenager leaned too close and one of the Vampires had tried to get a little frisky with her not completely cleaned nosebleed.
The farther they wandered into the Tomb, the more they could hear a commotion. Stefan's head tilted towards the noise in question, the torch in his grip lit up his brooding features.
Nova huffed in annoyance when raised voices screwed with her concentration and nearly caused her to fuck up the sigil. She traded a look with her sister and they switched places with Bonnie painting the sigil onto one of the few female desiccated Vampires they had found.
Nova lightly tapped her boot-clad foot on Stefan's own boot, he turned his head towards her in with an inquiring look. "We're about done here, so you're free to go save your brother from doing stupid shit... Could you please go save your brother from doing stupid shit?" She rephrased it as a question giving him an imploring look when he still looked hesitant to leave them alone.
"I'll be right back," Stefan promised them, he handed the wooden torch to the reincarnated teen before rushing to help his wayward brother.
Nova contemplated if she should run before Damon realized she had known - he would know as soon as he saw her face, she wasn't very good at covering up guilt -, but she shrugged off the idea as useless before leaning the torch closer to Bonnie for her sister's convenience.
Nova hadn't been lying when she said they were nearly finished, it only took them seven more minutes before they finished up marking the last three desiccated Vampires with the sigils. They decided to find their way out of the Tomb, since starting the ritual near the pentagram would make it more powerful.
"Where is Stefan... and Damon?" Elena questioned as soon she noticed that only the three women exited the Tomb, she walked up towards them with worry in her brown eyes, a worried but mostly tired Caroline walked over by her side with Merlin in her arms.
Grams silently held up her phone for her granddaughters to see, she smirked when both cringed when they saw their father's name on the missed calls screen. The elder Witch silently left the Tomb and went outside in hopes of getting a better cell reception.
"We heard an argument further into the Tomb. Stefan went to check it out. I'm assuming Damon isn't crazy enough to argue with himself so..." Nova trailed off, leaving the other two girls to put two and two together as she rummaged through her satchel, trying to find the last ingredient needed for the ritual.
"So... Damon decided that the best reunion gift would be to argue with Katherine?" Caroline asked hesitantly, confused when Nova shook her head but didn't elaborate.
"More like he probably figured out Katherine isn't in the tomb and decided to take it on the next innocent person he saw," Bonnie replied when her sister didn't, the twins both shrugged at their friends shocked expressions.
"Well, that explains why Anna left with her mother in such a hurry," Elena said with a sigh, which alarmed the twins considering they hadn't seen anyone pass them.
It was weird they never even felt Anna pass, Nova thought while exchanging a glance with her sister - though, she mentally added, they were surrounded by twenty-five other Vampires.
"Wait - so, if Katherine isn't in the tomb, where the hell is she?" Elena asked with a furrowed brow, she exchanged looks with an equally perplexed Caroline.
"I don't know. But if I were her, I'd be in another country by now 'cause from what we could hear - Damon did not sound happy." Bonnie replied before shooting the open Tomb a wary look, as though his name would summon him.
"Wow... So, Damon waited for like a bazillion years to rescue her and turns out she just ditched him like a pair of out of style shoes. I kinda feel bad for him," Caroline told them empathically, her features twisted in disgust when she realized who she felt sympathetic towards, she quickly added with a decisive nod. "Okay, I'm over it now."
Nova snorted before she went back to searching in her satchel. This time she actually looked where she was putting her hand and eventually pulled out the smudge sticks with a triumphant grin.
"That lasted for what? Five seconds?" Elena teased her blonde friend, though she seemed a little lost by Caroline's sudden dislike of the raven-haired Vampire when not too long ago she had been interested in getting into his pants.
Nova's curiosity over what happened between Caroline and Damon in the short hour they had spent alone together was mounting. But she didn't get to question how Damon managed to piss off Caroline within the span of an hour.
Grams walked back in a second later, announcing her presence with low but furious mutters that the other occupants only caught parts of. "Narrow-minded idiot - that man - I swear if he wasn't - told that girl not to marry him."
The teenagers watched the fuming woman with wide eyes, wary to poke at the anger radiating off the older woman.
"Uh... Grams? I found the sage..." Nova announced hesitantly, waving the sage around like an idiot.
"Alright, then. Come, girls, let's get this finished." Grams told her granddaughters, aiming a frown at her cell phone before she tucked it away into her pocket. The twins silently but wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment; magic was wonderful, but it was also fucking exhausting.
"I hope they come back before we finish. Never know with the shoddy translation, it might blow up the tomb." Nova commented dryly, glancing at the eerily quiet entrance Tomb. She was joking, mostly. The spell was completely translated - fuck latin, and double fuck the pig latin Witches created.
Nova had only recently found out from Grams that the spell wasn't even Emily's - so it was either passed down or found by sheer luck. And from what Nova could understand, 'Peace of Soul' was a bullshit way of telling them that you wouldn't be trapped in the misery that was the Other Side. It was bullshit because someone would snatch your Soul up and there was a coin toss on which dimension - or universe - got it.
Despite all its fuckery, the Other Side was essentially a loophole for Supernaturals to come back from the dead.
So, no one really fucked with the spell voluntarily, and the Bennett Witches didn't know what this ritual would do besides making sure the desiccated, and vengeful Vampires wouldn't go to the Other Side - but for all the spells obscurity, there would be no explosions in this ritual, sadly.
But with Nova's deadpan humor, it was hard to tell when she was joking or not. And, Elena, bless her Soul, took her joke literally and ran off into the Tomb before anyone could tell her. "I was joking!" Nova yelled at her friend a minute too late. "...Oops?" she added when everyone glanced at her with varying looks.
"She'll be safe once we finish this spell." Grams reminded the nervous teenagers, it soothed their worries, but just barely.
To ease the teenager's anxieties, Nova asked her Familiar to follow Elena. And after glaring at her for interrupting the nap that he had been taking in Caroline's arms, he went into the Tomb leisurely.
Grams started to gently pour the leftover mixture out of the pestle and into the wooden bowl that had been discarded earlier. Nova sat down near the Grimoire and turned to the last pages quickly, twirling the Celtic dagger in her hand absently.
"Your turn." She looked up at her sister with a smirk and repeated the words her twin had not long ago spoke towards her.
"Please stop smirking with a sharp object in your hand - it's creepy," Bonnie responded with exasperation coating her every word, she rolled her eyes with a sigh when all her sister did was grin wider.
Caroline wandered over towards them, looking down at the Grimoire curiously as Bonnie sat down next to her fraternal twin with her hand out. "Speaking of sharp objects... why the hell do you guys own a dagger?" The blonde questioned incredulously.
"It's been in the family for a while," Nova explained vaguely, unsheathing the dagger, contrary to her smirk, she gently sliced her sister's thumb.
"Witchcraft can be... archaic," Bonnie explained as calmly as she could to their alarmed friend who fretted over the minor wound. Bonnie hid her wince well as she quickly ran her bleeding thumb down the blank pages.
"Oh, well, that's kinda cool - but a warning would have been nice!" Caroline exclaimed to the sheepish twins, but the blonde was too busy watching the blood sink into the blank pages and turn into ink.
The twins carefully looked over the spell/ritual once more. Eventually, Grams finished preparing for the ritual and gave them a look that told them that no, she wouldn't be kneeling on the hardass floor.
The twins joined their Grams back into the pentagram. Once everything was sorted out, the Bennett Witches each clutched a smudge stick in their hands and gazed intensely at the sage for a drawn-out moment before each sage lit with a silent and unanimous; Ignis
"Insignis Animas fieri mundum," Grams began chanting quietly, letting the burning sage in her hand drop into the bowl at their feet.
Nova exhaled as she felt the Magic start to surge around them again, her own Magic hummed beneath her veins, eagerly waiting for its turn.
"Insignis Animas factus est mundus, sine onus purgatorio," Bonnie chanted furiously, letting the burning sage in her hand drop into the bowl with an audible thud.
Nova could hear the sound of feet rushing out of the Tomb, but she ignored it in favor of staring at the smoke that arose from the burning sage. "Insignis Animas factus est mundus, sine onus purgatorio, ut Animas vestras pacem in Interitum, vel erit damnati in Inferno." Latin flew easily from Nova's lips, and with that, she let the burning sage drop into the now bubbling mixture.
In the end, they didn't get to see what happened to the desiccated Vampires. Turns out the undead really didn't like the smell of sage, the smell of sage wasn't poisonous, but it did make them and their sensitive noses uncomfortable.
But it was the fact that the twins could tell the smoke that rapidly filled all of the Tomb was also making her friends uneasy that made the Witches snuff the already dying torches, pick up their things and opt to check back the Tomb in the morning when the smoke was cleared.
Nova was the last one to walk out the Tomb, she avoided eye-contact by fiddling with the dagger that was once again unsheathed and in her hand. But she was eventually forced to look up when she felt the now familiar gaze on her, she flinched before she could stop herself.
Damon was being hugged by the ever compassionate Elena because even though she hadn't bonded with him as she did in 'canon', she was still Elena Gilbert, the person who tried to find good in everyone.
The cause of Nova's flinch wasn't the sight of her best friend hugging an unpredictable asshole, it was the sight of said asshole. She's never seen someone so heartbroken before.
Matt and Elena were sweet, and their breakup was unfortunate, but their love was puppy love in the end - it was the kind of love that didn't last past high school, the love you back fondly on when you got older and wiser.
Damon looked as though Katherine had pulled his heart out - no, he looked like her pulling his actual heart out would have been preferable. And that was the look that made Nova flinch, that made her try to hide her useless guilt with a calm facade.
Elena finally pulled away from the hug, and most of them watched silently as Damon walked away from them and deeper into the forest with clumsy steps. The glance Damon shot the Seer before he left told Nova all she needed to know - she really fucking sucked at covering up guilt.
"Are you gonna go after him?" Caroline questioned quietly as the group started walking towards the cars they had parked on the nearest street. The full moon was bright enough that they didn't really need flashlights but turned them on anyway.
Nova took a moment to place the dagger into her satchel before picking up Merlin, who protested at being picked up but settled down when she gently ran her fingers through his fur. "...I don't know, maybe - why do you ask?" She questioned just as quietly, busying herself with burying her nose into feline fur.
Damn, she blinked away tears as she thought about Damon's heartbroken face again. This was harder to shrug off than she thought, she wondered how the fuck Katherine managed to do it.
"As much as of a dick he is, he seemed really heartbroken and in need of a friend. You're the only person I can think of besides Stefan who he'd talk to about this without killing them." Caroline replied before biting her lip, she refrained from saying 'duh', but her best friend could see it written all over her face.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that anymore," Nova breathed out, there was an inquiring look on the blonde's face at that statement, but she didn't get to prod more as Elena slowed down to stand next to them.
"Stefan is going to drive me home and then try to find his brother," Elena explained to them once Bonnie also joined them in their sluggish pace. "Does anyone else need a ride?" she questioned.
Caroline nodded but the twins shook their heads. Bonnie told them that they would be spending a night with Grams to avoid their father for one more night before facing the music and the girls cringed in sympathy.
"Jenna was pissed at me too. Couldn't exactly tell her I was kidnapped by vampires, so now I'm stuck cooking dinner for a month."
"My mom grounded me. No sleepovers for a couple weeks, sorry guys."
Oh, that's what she forgot to do, Nova thought dispassionately while staring blankly at Stefan's back, idly noting that Grams was talking civilly with a Vampire. Well, at least no one called the police, or the Council, she mused with a frown now permanently etched on her face.
They all sighed in relief when the vehicles came into view. Nova's feet felt like they had gained a few more calluses and her shoulder was this close to being dislocated with how heavy her satchel is.
"Okay. Well, I, uh, guess we'll see you guys later?" Elena said with a question in her voice.
"Yeah. We'll have to update each other on what the fuck happened. I'd love to know how you guys got kidnapped." Nova finally spoke up, she discreetly spat out a few cat hairs - ew, she thought while glaring at the superior look Merlin gave her.
"Elena and I can stop by in the morning and we can go over how crazy our lives have gotten over breakfast?" Caroline suggested before she got into Elena's car, the girl herself was being booted to the passenger seat by her boyfriend.
"Deal," the twins responded in unison, the group of teenage girls shared hugs before going separate ways.
Once the Bennett women plus a feline Familiar were safely in their home, the women changed into pajamas and gathered in the kitchen for lavender tea and chocolate chip cookies.
After the day Nova's had, she had honestly forgotten her middle name, and so the conversation she had with Emily in her mindscape had completely escaped her mind.
So, it was quite a shock when Grams slipped a torn page on reincarnated Souls in the line of her vision.
"Oh," Nova breathed out lamely, with a shaking hand she set her tea down on the wooden table. Her heart felt like it had dropped into her stomach, she couldn't even spare a soothing pat for her distressed cat, who could likely feel her emotions.
"What is this, Grams? It kind of looks like it's from the supernatural encyclopedia..." Bonnie spoke with confused from, she was the one who picked up the page and ran her green eyes over the information greedily.
Grams and Nova shared a glance, the elder woman gaze was gentle and supporting towards the younger woman who was currently all nerves.
"Grams... Nova. What's going on?" Bonnie caught the look and wasn't stupid, unfortunately, that meant this conversation couldn't be put off any longer.
Nova sighed and fiddled with her braided hair, the movement made the hoodie of her batman onesie fall down. "Well... uh, how do I fucking do this?" she questioned to herself quietly, she startled Merlin off her lap when she abruptly got out of her chair and began to pace the floor like her best friend.
Who knows, maybe Elena is on to something with pacing when stressed, she thought as she paced around the relatively small kitchen. She blinked when she started getting dizzy when she reached the fridge for the third time in a few seconds.
"Your sister has something to tell you. It's something we've been waiting to talk about until it was the right time. I'm sure she'll explain it to you once she's done worrying about nothing." Grams stern voice cut through Nova's panic.
Nova reluctantly stopped pacing and leaned on the fridge, she sucked it up and held her twin's worried gaze. "Remember when I fainted like I trying out to be one of those damsels in those old movies?" She tried to phrase the question as a joke but failed to smile off her pain when her twin grimaced.
"It's hard to forget when your twin sister collapses during 'tea time'," Bonnie said with a scowl, the torn page laid forgotten on the table as Grams watched on silently.
"Right, well. I promised that I would tell you what happened that day, so here we are -"
"Almost thought you forgot about that promise," Bonnie muttered, interrupting Nova's grand speech she had prepared for this very moment.
"Never," Nova said vehemently, the twins shared a smile, the eldest twin finally calmed down enough to sit back down, this time in front of her sister.
She cleared her throat before she continued nervously but bluntly. "I wasn't always Nova Amelia Bennett," There it was, finally spoken aloud, in front of someone who wasn't feline.
Nova felt the instant relief at the fact she finally told someone, but just as immediately the relief was overtaken by overwhelming fear of rejection from the first person she had met in this universe.
"...Uh, what?" Bonnie finally spoke up, her eyes were wide and her jaw was slightly unhinged.
Under normal circumstances, Nova would be cackling while snapping shots of the slightly comical sight. But she was just about emotionally drained, so she just shrugged and opened her mouth to explain further.
But it wasn't really needed, as Bonnie eventually got her brain cells back when she glanced back at the torn page and then towards her twin. "Oh," Bonnie repeated the words her twin had uttered only moments ago.
"Yup," was the only thing Nova could say in response, and then in unison, the twins turned towards Grams, who had picked up the disgruntled Merlin and settled him on her lap instead.
"I know that you want answers, for a lot of things, but this is all I can give you because it's all I know," Grams slid the page closer towards the eldest twin, who hesitantly took it.
"Even in the supernatural community, reincarnation isn't the most commonly known - they're very secretive." The elder Witch explained, using her famed lecture voice.
Grams stood from her chair, preparing to leave the twins alone to talk, but before she left she squeezed her eldest granddaughters shoulder. "I'm going to let you know now, whatever ridiculous ideas you have in your head - let them go, it's who you are now that matters to me and right now you're my granddaughter and I love you." Grams spoke sternly, but her voice was warm.
The speech was similar to the one Emily had given her, but it meant so much more to her because this was coming from the woman who had essentially raised her and taught her the joys of Magic.
"Love you too," Nova returned with tears in her eyes that she fought back, she gave her grandmother a hug before the elder Bennett left the kitchen with a promise that they would talk more on the matter in the morning.
Nova rubbed Merlin's back as he stared at her with his vibrant green eyes, once he deemed her apologetic enough for nearly trampling him, he settled by her feet.
"It says that here that instead of being reborn in the same world, 'the soul travels universes'," Bonnie quoted, the torn page back in her grip as she looked over the page that Nova so far avoided reading.
"This universe is mostly the same as my old one, but with one big difference. There were no supernatural running around in that universe, to my knowledge," Nova amended with a shrug, she felt weird talking about it after all this time.
"Sounds nice," Bonnie replied slightly wistfully, but she was surprised when her sister snorted bitterly.
"Not really. No supernatural means no magic, which fucking sucked, for me at least. And when I... died, everything was pretty much going to shit." Nova explained as nonchalantly as she could, but she ended up cringing when the words 'I died' fell on her lips.
And of course, that was the part Bonnie latched onto with laser focus. "I'm sorry... Here I am talking about how nice different universes must be when you...died to end up in this one." Bonnie apologized with a guilty frown on her face.
"It's fine. I've had years to get over it," Nova tried to shrug it off, but failed to hide her emotions for the millionth time tonight.
"But you're not over it... are you?" Bonnie bit her lip at her twin's silence, which she took as her answer. After that moment of silence, Bonnie reached to take her hand. "Do you need to talk about it?" she asked softly.
No. Nova didn't want to talk it. She didn't want to talk about how she died, or how she died so fucking young. How she could still feel the flames eating her flesh and hear the screams at night - or how she couldn't tell anymore if the screams were her own or the echo of someone else who died that night.
The word was on the tip of her tongue. But Bonnie hadn't asked if she wanted to talk about it, she had asked if she needed to talk about it.
There was only one answer to that, "Yes," she finally replied, but it took her a few moments to gather her thoughts into words. Fear corroded her throat and made it near impossible to speak, but eventually, she found the words and they flew out of her mouth.
She explained how she died, who she died with - and after she told Bonnie every little horrid detail, she explained every little detail about her life. She whispered her old name to Bonnie, how different her personality was in this life, how she vowed to do the things she wanted to do in her old life but never had the chance, or guts to do - the only thing she left out was the fact this world was fictional in her old one. That was the one secret she would take to the grave and back.
And her sister - Bonnie was the absolute best sister a person could have -, she listened on silently while Nova spilled her Soul out, she held onto her hand tightly, and cried when Nova cried. It was cathartic for both of them.
Nova was now sure she was insane; it was two in the fucking morning and she should be in her warm home, asleep. But instead, she was walking around town in the dead of night with her emotional walls torn to hell.
The talk between Bonnie and Nova had gone well, unbelievably well, she was lucky her younger sister was so mature and such a good listener.
After an hour of talking in the kitchen, the twin sisters had moved into the living room and talked for another hour before falling asleep on the couch. Nova had gotten at least thirty minutes of sleep before she woke up with the urge to pee and she managed to give herself a guilt trip in the five minutes she was in the bathroom.
Caroline's words had echoed in her tired brain - "As much as a dick I think he is, he seems really heartbroken and in need of a friend." - until she couldn't think of anything else.
And then there had been a stray thought that if any of her other friends had gone through what Damon had gone through she wouldn't hesitate to smother them with affection. And despite how their fucked up friendship was - they threatened to kill each other at least once a week -, she did consider Damon a friend.
Nova had tried to get back to sleep, but in the end, she had written hastily on a sticky note - explaining that she had her phone and would be back in the morning - that was now attached to her sister's forehead.
And now, here she was, walking towards the Salvatore Boarding house like the crazy idiot this town was making her.
Nova grabbed the paper out of pocket that she had taken on a whim before leaving the house, "Suck it up buttercup," Nova muttered to herself, she sat down on the nearest curb with the best street lights before unfolding it, eagerly scanning the elegant writing.
'Reincarnated Souls;
Reincarnation is widely known by Humans and the Supernatural. As it is a Spiritual way of expanding one's life - and finding ways to extend life is popular with all species - and so it is wildly speculated on.
But the truth of Reincarnation has yet to reach the ears of very many Humans nor the Supernatural.
True information of Reincarnation is sparse, as they are a reclusive and secretive bunch. From what is gathered, they are known as Souls that have died in one universe, only for the Soul to travel into another universe and be born again into different flesh than the one they've had before. Imagine it, an adult mind and Soul reborn into the body of a babe.
Though it is rather reminiscent to the tales of the Fae Folk, or even the spooky tales of Spirit possession - may your minds be put at ease by the fact that while Reincarnated Souls bodies might be new to them, it is their bodies.
The how and the why is so far unknown, but it is guessed by many that are in the know that the cause of Reincarnation is a death traumatic enough to shock the person's very Soul. Complete drivel, of course, no one travels universes simply because of shock.
Nor has there been any evidence of Reincarnated Souls being able to be reborn into the same universe, it is unknown if it is even possible for them to go to any other Afterlife besides Reincarnation of the Soul.
The few people who have come across more forthcoming Reincarnated Souls have detailed a few ... abilities - or traits, if you will - that seem to be common among this Subspecies;
The ability to sense other Supernatural Species, much like Witches do, only on a lower scale
Soul and Mind Magic is nearly impossible to cast on them, meaning they are protected from Vampire's compulsion
Deeper Bonds - note; these 'Bonds' with people seem to go Soul deep? Research further
Knowledge, it might not seem like much, but all known Reincarnated Souls seem to have knowledge outside of our own. The reason might be because of the knowledge of another universe, complete reason unknown.
If you wish to identify these Reincarnated Souls, take a good look in the eyes of the people you meet; eyes are the windows to the Soul, after all - and their Souls speak louder than most.
That is all that is known of their abilities and oddities. Despite their Human flesh and bone, I urge vigilance around these crafty and seemingly all-knowing folk.
Nova sighed as she finished reading, she was disappointed in the information given. Although the narrative was slightly amusing, it wasn't anything she had already guessed. Oh well, at least this was proof that there were more Reincarnated Souls out there she thought with a hopeful smile.
Nova rubbed at her eyes with a yawn before pushing on the front door to the Boarding House, she rolled her eyes when it opened - arrogant Vampires - but wasn't surprised.
She wandered into the main living room, she didn't bother being quiet and stomped over towards the liquor table, she squatted down and grabbed the first bottle her hand touched.
She squinted in the dark, trying to read the label, but blinked in surprise when the lights turned on. She turned her head towards the sound of footsteps.
"Nova? What are you doing here this late?" Stefan questioned, he looked surprised to see her here - but it was nearly three in the morning and even Vampires needed a little shut-eye.
Nova finally tore her eyes away from his arms, blinking sleepily as her brain processed the question - she now couldn't wait to question Elena on how hot that sex was because, wow - she turned back towards the liquor table as she explained. "I'm looking for your brother. Is he here?" she asked while looking for the cheapest alcohol she could find.
"No. He left a few hours ago."
Nova pouted at the thought of walking more - she could give up and crash on the couch she's pretty sure Stefan wouldn't mind. But Nova was stubborn and her brain wouldn't let her sleep until she made amends with the asshole.
"Damn. I guess I'll have to track him down." Nova cursed her stubborn nature which seemed to have gotten worse in this life. Bennett genes kicking in, she supposed.
She sighed and stood up, a bottle of Jack Daniels now in her grip - her second favorite choice of alcohol and one of her favorite men, right behind Ben and Jerry.
"Are you sure you wanna go looking for Damon right now. You look..." Stefan questioned before trailing off, he looked at her in concern as he tried to find the right words.
When the fuck did he move? She stared at him with squinted eyes as she finally noticed he was like, right next to her. "Like I got bitchslapped by emotions?" Nova suggested with a glib smile that went away as she struggled to open the bottle.
"I was going to say tired, but yeah, that too," he replied dryly, swiftly reaching for the bottle and opening it for her - what a fucking gentleman.
"Ouch," Nova tried to act offended but was too tired to bother, she grabbed the now open bottle from his hand. "One thing you need to know about me is that I'm always tired. In fact, I'm the president of the local insomnia club," she explained tiredly, walking towards the still open door - oops?
"Just be careful if you do find him. Damon can be... unpredictable and he isn't in the best of moods right now." Stefan cautioned her, folding his arms as he walked with her towards the door.
"I know. That's why I'm bringing this as a peace offering." Nova explained, shaking the bottle in her hand, accidentally spilling some of the alcohol onto her hand.
She left the Boarding House with her peace offering and said goodnight to the amused but still visibly worried Stefan. "He probably thinks I'm crazy. Oh, well. We can make a club, 'cause we're all mad here." Nova quoted to herself - don't judge her, the quiet streets were getting to her.
Focus, she reminded herself that she needed to find herself a heartbroken Vampire.
He wasn't at home. And unless he made friends while she wasn't looking he had nowhere else to crash. The Grill was always open for their town full of alcoholics, but she doubted he wanted to be around people right now.
She scratched her head as she tried to remember what she felt like she was forgetting. Oh, she looked around the empty road she was walking on and slapped her face when she finally figured it out.
Damon's favorite... trick in the show was luring his meals by faking an injury in the middle of a road and hoping someone was stupid enough to fall for it. And usually, people were that stupid.
Nova almost wept at the thought of walking more, but she sucked it up and went with her intuition and started walking towards the busiest road at this time of night.
Ten minutes and four sips of bourbon later, she finally reached the road and - yup, there that fucker be, she thought tiredly as she took in the sight of Damon splayed out in the middle of the road.
Nova decided to go with her patent, 'I don't give a shit' approach and started walking up to him with fearless, but clumsy, steps. "Fucking terrible night, amiright?" Nova spoke in faux-cheer.
"...You knew." Damon stated blankly, ignoring her terrible conversation starter. Nova came to a stop when she was a foot away from him, she looked down at him, taking in his expression in the shitty streetlights.
She took another sip from the bottle just to cover up her wince - it wasn't the blood coating his mouth that bothered her, much - but it was the fact she could see something in his eyes that she had never seen before - raw emotion.
Every emotion she's seen on Damon's face so far has been distant, not completely gone, but definitely muted.
Shitty conclusion, Katherine faking her death was traumatic enough to bring his emotions back. Great that was fucking great, she thought sarcastically.
"You knew Katherine wasn't in the tomb," Damon continued bitterly when she took too long to respond.
"Yup," Nova was just filled with eloquent responses tonight, he glared at her for her nonchalant response.
She decided if she stood any longer her feet would be the one to kill her before anyone else - Emotional Vampires, a speeding car, Magical exhaustion, etc - and so she slowly lowered herself on the ground next to him.
"Would you have believed me if I had told you?" She questioned with a grunt as she laid her head next to his on the concrete road, she looked up at the few stars that were out tonight.
Damon was silent for a moment, but his silence gave her all the answer she needed. "Give me one good reason on why shouldn't I kill you," Damon demanded while snatching the bottle of bourbon from her when she held it out in a silent offer.
She was tipsy, emotionally exhausted and probably shouldn't use anymore Magic tonight unless she wanted to faint or possibly die from Magical exhaustion. Meaning, technically he could kill her tonight without any problems.
"Two reasons actually. One, I'm your only friend in this town -" she ignored his snort and continued, turning her head to look at him. "And two, I'm the best person to have on your side when you get your revenge."
After taking a sip from the bottle, Damon turned his head to look at her, he checked to see if she was being serious. "Revenge?"
"Katherine is a total bitch doing what she did to you. It's only fair you get revenge, and I'll help you." Nova announced, graciously overlooking when he flinched at Katherine's name.
She had just come up with the plan, but she was loving it so far - or maybe that was the alcohol talking?
"What's in it for you?" Damon asked after taking a long chug from the bottle of Jack.
Dick was totally hogging the bottle, Nova thought with a frown, she sat up on her elbow and made grabbing motion at the bottle until he grudgingly passed it over.
"Contrary to... your belief - when I'm friends with someone I don't need a reason to help them," Nova replied with an offended tone, she took a small sip before lying back down, this time on Damon's shoulder - fuck that inconvenient pothole.
Damon sighed at the sudden weight on his shoulder but didn't push her off, which she counted as a win. Nova handed the already half-empty bottle back with a small amount of sorrow - but she didn't want to get drunk, that would be way too many hangovers in one week.
"Getting revenge on Katherine would entail us knowing where she is, so unless you've got a location in your crystal ball...?" He trailed off questioningly, but it sounded to her like he wasn't quite in the revenge phase yet.
Pity, but she decided to give him a few months before he got there. She would just have to help him get over her first, but easier thought than done. The only ideas she could think of was the routine the girls did whenever one of them broke up with a guy, she's not sure if that would work on a century-old Vampire, but she could try.
"Nope. Sorry, that's one thing that not even I know," Nova responded with a small shrug, she looked around the empty street with curious eyes. "Hey, can I ask a question?"
"You just did."
"Hilarious, very original... but seriously, have you ever like... gotten run over?"
"What do you mean have I ever gotten run over?" Damon questioned incredulously, he looked down at her in disbelief that that was the question she wanted to ask.
"It's a valid question. You're 'hunting' in the middle of a fucking road, at night, wearing black. I mean some jackass or oblivious soul has to have run you over, at least once...?"
Damon didn't respond to her slightly random question, he just tipped the bottle back and drank even more. But that petulant silence was answer enough for her, and she started giggling on his leather-clad shoulder, she kept laughing even when he shoved her off his shoulder.