Hello, Jamie here with another fic. I just really wanted to write my own TVD/TO fanfiction and I had this weird idea in my mind. Why do the witches get their powers from the earth rather than from the goddess of witchcraft herself, Hecate?

This is an OC fic that will have some changes to the canon of the shows. If you don't like it, please don't read it.

I hope you enjoy.

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." - JK Rowling, (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone)

Ch. 1 - Death and Rebirth

I was never afraid of death. In fact, I became obsessed with it. Being born with a degenerative heart defect means I was on my deathbed more often than not. And frankly, with the US healthcare system, I'm surprised I lived as long as I had. After three major heart transplants in my 25 years of life, I died while I was in recovery from my latest surgery. I'm pretty sure I pulled a Denny and died of a stroke after the surgery.

But, I'm glad I didn't stay to haunt the hospital for multiple seasons because after I closed my eyes, I was opening them again. I was in a hospital but everything was bigger and blurry. I couldn't see anything well nor could I move my body. Someone towered over me, a woman. I began to panic as I couldn't see nor hear nor move my body as I wished. Panic spread over my body as I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out were unintelligible screams and cries.

November 30th, 1989

I cried and cried until my throat burned and exhaustion took over my body. It didn't take long for me to realize that I had been reborn as a baby after waking up. I was one among dozens of crying babies. I once believed that teenagers were obnoxious, but they've got nothing on newborn babies who cry every few minutes. As for me, I had little control over my body and I was swaddled so I couldn't even use my hands to block out the sounds. I just closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

As a baby, I was overwhelmed by many things, from loud sounds to the disgusting taste of breast milk and the lack of control over my bowels. Yeah. It was traumatizing to have my legs raised up in the air while a stranger wiped and powdered my butt after I had soiled myself. I hope I can forget it as I grow older.

I had lived independently for seven years of my 25 years of life. And then I died, which wasn't so bad. I was at peace and it didn't hurt. But, I couldn't help crying every time I thought about my family. My mom and my dad and my brother and my sister. They were there for me all my life. Even though I was sick most of the time, they never treated me like a burden. And then, I died with no warning. My heart ached when I thought about my parents coming to find me lifeless on the hospital bed after they had been so hopeful when the surgery was successful. At night, when I couldn't hold back my tears, I wept silently in my crib, crying myself to sleep. With my mother asleep, it was the only time I got enough privacy to mourn, not my death, but the loss of my family.

After several weeks of my rebirth, my vision and hearing became clearer. I could see my mom's face. Surprisingly, she was a teenager still in high school and my father was nowhere to be seen. My mother was still in high school and her parents died when she was young, so it was my mother's grandmother who took care of me during the weekday. She was already an old woman, living on her pension and now she was taking care of her teenage granddaughter's child. I tried my best not to cause trouble for the poor woman who bathed me and fed me and changed my diapers. I only cried loudly when I was hungry and needed to be changed out of the soiled diapers.

I found out that my mother's name was Kelly from the great number of times she and my great-grandmother would fight and yell at each other. My great-grandmother would call me Phoebe whenever she talked to me. She was a kind woman. No matter how many times Kelly was difficult, she still allowed us to stay in her house. She would often take me in her arms, cuddle me, call my name, and say I was a good girl.

In my previous life, I had a younger sister so I knew babies needed to exercise their muscles so they would be strong enough to support their bodies. I moved my hands and my legs whenever I was awake. I turned over on the floor and in my crib whenever I had privacy. I tried to sit on my own. Every bit of movement helped.

After three months, I started having more control over my limbs. I could sit by myself before I began to crawl, which pleased my granny, that's what I called her. She already knew I was different from other babies. I only cried when I needed food and changing. I didn't react as most children would to certain colorful toys and baby games Kelly would play with me. I preferred the books my granny would read to me and the television cartoons. And since I started crawling, I would always make my way to the TV and with my chubby baby fingers, change the channel to watch what I wanted. Granny found it amusing when she found me in front of the TV. She would then pick me up and take me outside with her when she was working on her garden.

One day, my mother came home with her friend and her friend's younger sister. They were all gushing over me while my mother and her friend talked. I was picked up by a young girl who looked to be about ten years old and introduced herself to me. "Hi," she said. "Hi, Phoebe. I'm Jenna. And that's my sister Miranda. We're friends of your mommy."

Jenna? Miranda? Kelly? Why do I feel like I know those names from somewhere? And then, I remembered that my name was Phoebe Donovan and my mother was Kelly Donovan. I mean they're common names but a feeling of dread filled me and would not leave. When they left me alone, I went to the television and searched the channels to find the local news channel. Mystic Falls, Virginia. Well, shit.

I knew where I was. For the life of me, I could not understand why I had been reborn in the shitty world of The Vampire Diaries in 1989. I mean seriously, why did I end up in a fictional universe full of bad writing and drunken teenagers. And I was a Donovan. As far as I could remember, Kelly only had Vicki and Matt. And they were like cannon fodder for everything bad that happened in the town. Kelly was a horrible mother who abandoned her teen children to fend for themselves. Vicki was a druggie who was fed on by Damon, compelled, almost killed multiple times, turned into a vampire, and staked by Stephan. Matt got heartbroken by every girl on the show, abandoned by his mother, his sister got killed because of his ex-girlfriend, attacked by several vampires, turned into a human blood bag by Elena, stayed a normie until he became the sheriff. Boring. And I was born into this family. Gosh, I hated Matt and his plot armor. The whole show could have happened without him and nothing would change.

I liked Vicki more than Matt because she was just a girl who was dealt a bad hand in life. Her mother abandoned her and she had to take care of her younger sibling while going to school and working. She had no support system so it's no wonder she became a druggie.

But, there was no Amelia Donovan, also known as Granny Amy, on the show. She must have died before the show began. But, I'm not surprised that she existed. Kelly started having kids right out of high school, working as a waitress in a small-town bar, there was no way she could afford the Donovan home with her salary. She probably inherited the house when Granny passed away.

The Donovans were an unimportant family that the writers tried to make more important. They even brought Vicki and Kelly back for the finale. The family could have been any other extra and no one would complain. Well, at least, I wouldn't.

At night, while I was lying in my crib, I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't born a Bennett Witch. One of my favorite characters in the show was definitely Qetsiyah. She was just a badass witch in her own right that she not only created the immortality spell, but she also created its cure and made a whole other dimension for supernatural creatures that she rules over. Silas really shouldn't have pissed her off. I'm pretty sure the "hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned" was written about her. Why couldn't I have been born in her bloodline?

I sighed in disappointment. It wasn't like I could just send my soul from my body into the body of a Bennett. Although I am not afraid of death, by no means am I suicidal. I was given a chance to live after my first life, so I will live my new life to the fullest. I will not seek death out but I will welcome it when it comes. Just because I was reborn once does not mean that I would be reborn again. But I couldn't help but wonder if I could learn to do magic.

Although I don't remember every detail that happened over 171 episodes of TVD, 92 episodes of TO, and 48 episodes of Legacies, I don't think I saw any person learning magic. The witches inherited their magic through strong bloodlines and were taught from a young age by the head of the family. Ancestral magic was also created through bloodlines. The Donovans were muggles through and through. Even Vicki got killed right after becoming a vampire.

Yeah. I could try to become a vampire when I was grown, but I would be young and not be able to hold my own against the older vampires. Rather than being a vampire, I prefer the idea of having magic. In my other life, my parents were obsessed with mythology. They named me Medea after the great Greek sorceress, granddaughter of Helios the sun god, wife of Jason who aided him on his quest to recover the golden fleece.

I took after my namesake and became obsessed with everything magic, literature, mythology, and religion. I was homeschooled because of my heart condition. After my classes were finished, I would watch every show I could think of that had magic. I grew up watching the original Charmed and loved it. I watched any and every show that had anything to do with magic because I wanted to see and compare the different concepts in the shows. I read the Odyssey and the Iliad and Medea, the play, after I went and learned Greek and Latin. I read and watched the whole Harry Potter Franchise. When I died, I was still following A Discovery of Witches. And, obviously, I also watched The Vampire Diaries and The Originals and Legacies. I learned Hebrew so I could read the Bible. In college, I studied the new pagan religions that were becoming more prominent in the 21st century.

I fell in love with the Greek Pantheon, especially the death and underworlds gods. I was a sick child. My heart, the thing that controlled my life, was not working as it should have been. To me, I was living on borrowed time and I knew sooner or later I would die. I was not afraid of death nor did I want to escape from death, for it is part of the cycle of life. I lived my life like every day would be my last and I lived for 25 happy years.

Studying the Greek myths allowed me to understand that that death was not evil. Hades, the god of the underworld, and Thanatos, the god of death, were not evil. They had thankless but necessary jobs that allowed the cycle of life and death to continue. Hades ruled the underworld, housing the souls of the dead, preventing the dead from escaping back to the world of the living. Thanatos, on the other hand, brought painless death when a person's life came to an end.

Similarly, I liked Persephone just because of her name, which meant the bringer of death or destruction. She is not a spring goddess, but the goddess of the underworld who rules over the dead. She was certainly not a girl I imagine had flowers in her hair. In some ancient cults, she was said to predate even Hades and was the sole goddess of the dead and the underworld. Her worshippers did not even want to say her true name.

While watching The Vampire Diaries, I saw a lot of parallels with Greek mythology, especially with the goddess Gaia, the personification of the earth. The witches drew their power from Nature, always needing a balance. In Legacies, there were more supernatural creatures like Arachnae, Cyclopes, Gorgons, Minotaurs, Oneiroi, Sirens, and Sphynxes. Yeah, there were other creatures from other mythologies but the Greek ones were more prominent. These parallels made me think about why Hecate was never mentioned. Hecate was a titan and she was the goddess of all magic and witchcraft, divination, and even necromancy, which is very witchy stuff. So, why did the witches draw their power from Gaia, the earth, rather than Hecate, the goddess associated with witchcraft?

I may be biased because Medea, for whom I was named, was also a priestess of Hecate, which was why she was so good at magic and potion synthesis.

Thinking so much was very tiring for my baby body, and I quickly fell asleep. I found myself floating in darkness with the crescent moon and the night sky above me. I levitated down in a forest. I looked down at my body, which was now that of an adult. I did not know if I was in my previous body or if I was in a grown version of my new body.

I stood in the middle of a cobbled road. With each step, lanterns lit my path, guiding me to a mountain. I climbed the mountain until I was above the clouds, where a palace made of marble and gold stood before me. As I approached the doors, a black dog appeared before me, rubbing itself against my leg before guiding me into the palace. The dog led me to a throne room with five obsidian thrones. Before me, a beautiful woman with hair and eyes as black as the night sky appeared. She wore a silver dress adorned in starlight, with a great diadem with a crescent moon upon her forehead. She stood tall and firm as she looked down at me from the throne with the silver moon disc behind her head.

I could not take my eyes off her as she sat before me. She passed her hand over the black dog's head and chin before she turned to me. "Welcome child." Her voice was sweet and calm like a stream. Even though she spoke above me, her voice sounded as though she stood right beside me. "Do you know who I am?"

Know who she is? Of course I do. How could I not? The moment I saw her I knew I stood in the presence of my goddess.

A/N: Thank you for reading. So at first, I was going to make the OC born as Vicki because I felt that Vicki was an interesting character to play with. If my OC became Vicki then her father would be Peter Maxwell, and that wouldn't work with the plan I had for my OC's paternity.

She grows up in Mystic Falls but was not associated with the Founding families or the Bennet line in any way. Then I decided to make her the older half-sister of Vicki and Matt, Phoebe (not like the Phoebe from Charmed but the Phoebe, a Titaness. Trying to keep a theme here).

Leave a review about who you think her father is.

Thank you for reading.

Love, Jamie.