Sheila Bennett put the phone down and headed back up the stairs. The door to the nursery was as ajar as she left it, inside the sounds of crashing came through.

'Momma!' Came high pitched whine then followed by a giggle. When she opened the door both daughter and her grand-daughter looked at her with wide expectant eyes.

'Well?' Beatrice asked, pulling the blanket up around her and Bonnie.

'Well what?' Sheila asked, returning to the armchair, still dazed from her phone conversation. But she took a deep breath and focused on her grand-daughter.

'The story. The ending.' Bonnie chimed, oblivious to the look of concern mother and daughter were sharing.

'That was it sweetie pie, they died. The end.' Sheila tucked her in and she lay down willingly, frowning as she did.

'I don't get it Gams.' Bonnie dropped her knees, leaning forward in enthusiasm as she ran over her thoughts.

'Mom I don't think that was the most age-appropriate bedtime story.' Beatrice sighed, wondering how she was going to put Bonnie to bed now the tale had made her over-active.

Sheila drew back, trying not to take offence at her storytelling ability. Yes, she'd forgotten some of the names, maybe she glossed over the unsuitable parts but it was still a comprehensible story.

'Well she wanted to know why I picked the name Bonnie.'

'I always thought it was because of Aunt Bonnie-'

'-And who do you think she got the name from?'

'So I named my daughter after a tragic coven legend? Mom I'm never trusting you to name my kids again.'

'Hey I didn't hear you complaining in the hospital if you like we can change her name to Karen-'

'Mom stop-'

'-Or Deborah, or Gertrude-'

'Alright. Enough, I get the point, it's a nice name.'

Through the squabbling Beatrice felt Bonnie's warm lump still and looked down to see her eyes flutter shut as she let sleep take her.

'So what about the witch?'

'Which witch?'

'The Gemini one, the one who triggered their merging curse. If she became a vampire then how did she sire a coven?'

At the mention of the Gemini, Sheila thought back to the phone call. 'Qetsiyah gave her the cure. The only other one to ever be made. Why'd you think Gemini's are so damn impervious, speaking of-'

'Gams,' Bonnie jolted awake, sitting back up and letting her mother run her fingers through her hair, sighing. 'The Prince and Princess were re-ssurrrectd?' She struggled over the syllables.

Sheila tried not to roll her eyes, already regretting the tale. Now it would be all Bonnie could think about, leading to a week of tiaras and Grimoires.

'Well they were sweet pea. But Qetsiyah tricked the Princess, she anchored the spell to the blood moon on purpose. The Prince and the Princess could only meet once more on a day that the sun and the moon met.'

'Huh.' Beatrice slipped out of the bed, tucking Bonnie back in, 'Qetsiyah really did a number on them.'

'Speaking of, there's been a change of plan. You're going to watch it with Elena and aunty Miranda tomorrow.' Sheila said, ignoring Beatrice's wide eyes.

'But Gams the 'clipse tea party-'

'I know, I know. But something's come up and your mom and I have got to go away for a little bit. But I'll be back soon and Caroline is going to be at Elena's too. The three of you can have and eclipse tea party. Aunty Miranda will make cakes, and sandwiches and-'

'-and the pink lemonade?'

'Of course! Can't have an eclipse party without pink lemonade!' She kissed her on the forehead, switching off the lamp, both women retreating to the door. 'Don't think too much about it,' Sheila rolled her eyes at how worried Bonnie looked, reprimanded herself for not censoring the murders in the tale.

'I won't! Night night, Gams. Night mommy.'

'G'night, sweetie.' Beatrice flicked off the light.

'Goodnight, Bonnie.' Sheila shut the door.

'What happened?' Beatrice finally asked as they walked down the stairs.

'It was Joshua. He needs us to come to Portland as soon as possible.'

'Why?'

'Malachai murdered half the coven.'