Chapter 2

Outside of the town, a mansion near the woods, a family of eight lived there. The patriarch, Mikael, was the town's 'mayor' while his wife Esther was a stay at home mother. Their six children-the eldest Finn, the second Elijah, Niklaus the third born, Kol the fourth, Rebekah his favorite and finally Henrik, were all in various parts of the house.

Finn was with his mother, both reading in her grimoire, Elijah was studying to become a doctor (something that made Mikael believe that he was atoning for all of his sins-which he had none), Niklaus was painting in his studio (as always, the odd one), Kol was admiring himself in his mirror while Rebekah was outside planting roses and little Henrik was asleep.

Out of the eight, only six were vampires made by magic at the hands of Esther herself. She and Henrik were still human (in Henrik's case) but the others were.

In her library, Esther felt a shift in the wind and looked up at the moon. Her eyes met Finn's and she whispered, "something's going to happen. Whether or not it's good, I can't say."

"Will anything change?" Finn asked, his voice a low rumble. If things did change and what had happened was discovered, they'll be facing lynch mob at the worst.

"I don't know." She sounded frightful and he didn't blame her but it meant that he now had to make sure that nothing was discovered.

No matter the cost.

On 2104 Maple Drive, two brunette girls were reading magazines when the scream of a little boy permeated the air around them. The closest one got up and ran as fast as her human legs could carry her up the steps to the room closest to hers. Pushing it open, she saw a little boy-her baby brother Jeremy-sitting up in bed and screaming his lungs out.

"Sweetie," the girl cooed softly. "What's wrong?"

"I saw somet'ing bad." The four year old boy whimpered. "It was big and scary!"

"Shhh sweetie, I'm here." She hummed to him before she began to sing a little song that always soothed him but it never felt like it was truly finished.

Like there was another part of it that needed to be sung.

It didn't matter as he fell back asleep against her and she held him in her arms, smiling down at him.

"He's going to be fine 'Lena." The other brunette said with a raised eyebrow. The first girl who was in the room, who was nicknamed 'Lena, smiled at the other girl the second their eyes met.

"I can't help it Kat." She hummed. "I just feel like he needs me and there's this big empty part of me that I can't fill." Tears stung her eyes at the thought.

Kat smiled sadly at her. She knew that her sister was fragile when it came to matters of the heart and Kat always tried getting her to avoid her pain.

He was typing but his mind wasn't on the words on the screen but wrapped around an image of the girl of his dreams.

Elena Gilbert.

Elijah Mikaelson knew that he had only a shot in hell to get her out on one date with him and yet...he had no idea how to ask her.

It might seem creepy but he always watched her and most of his spying on her, she had Jeremy in her arms and a thought of the three of them being a family swam in his mind.

He couldn't help himself, as he would watch her at the flower shop she worked at or at the library she would go to pick books up to read to Jeremy and hang out with Bonnie Bennett. He just couldn't stop staring at her until Katherine-her twin who was a vampire-basically asked him to stop stalking Elena and that she was helping Elena with everything since their parents died.

Katherine Pierce was watching her human twin sister sleep with a smile on her face as she went into the bed to cuddle her. She was as cold as ever towards everyone but when it came to her fragile sister and their baby brother, she was softer.

She only cared about two people in her life-that was Elena and Jeremy. Her only family since their parents deaths and her subsequent change into vampirism but she had no idea who changed her.

She was glad that Stefan and Damon Salvatore were helping her through this as there were times that she wanted to paint the town red with blood and knew that if she did it, that it would stain her heart and soul so she refrained from it.

Once Finn was off to bed, Esther went into her secret chamber and looked at one of her spellbooks to see what damage that magic she felt was going to cause but whenever she tried to touch one, it seemed to burn her hand.

The burn was never black or even red looking but it was white. The color of snow or milk-that white and it would make her scream out in agony.

This time, as she touched it, the burn happened.

She knew that whatever was happening, was going to happen and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

The library was quiet but as an older woman and a younger one were stacking up books, the younger one clutched at her locket with a bit of a scream.

"Bonnie baby! What's wrong?" Bonnie Bennett looked at the older woman and was whimpering.

"My necklace! It feels like it's burning me! Make it stop!" Sheila Bennett muttered something under her breath and the necklace stopped burning.

"It's only temporary but the next time it happens, tell me." Sheila said to her, worried about her only grandbaby.

Ever since that no good Abby left them, Sheila's been raising Bonnie on her own as Rudy died a month after Abby left.

"I will Grams, I promise," Bonnie smiled. Sheila smiled sadly at her, caressing her face before kissing her forehead.

"Now come on baby, it's time we went home. I can't have you late for the first day of school, now can I?" She told her as she helped her up. Bonnie hugged her grandmother and as they left the library where Bonnie worked and Sheila owned, they felt something in the air.

"What is it?" Bonnie asked.

"That's magic." Sheila was curious as to why they would feel magic in the air. They could only feel it in the plants they were growing. "I guess it's a sign that good things are bound to happen."

"Maybe." Bonnie wasn't so sure about it.

"You just go on to school and it will all be okay," Sheila Bennett said.

"If you say so." The young Bennett witch said as they made their way to their home.