disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Vampire Diaries.

AU warnings, relationships between men, swearing, sexual relationships, etc.

Set just after Kol's death in 4x12 and just after Bella meets the Volturi.

Mystic Falls

-The Bennett Residence-

Abby had only been a vampire for a good five months and the story her daughter had told her still made her wonder what was going on. But the very mention of Mikhail made her flinch. The witch, while youthful in appearance, was the creator of Expression. He said it was darker, not the darkest form of magic, but it was powerful and took years of training. And if Abby's sinking hunch was correct, Mike might be planning on teaching Bonnie how to control it.

And she did not like that one bit. Her eyes fell on the still body of said witch. His blonde hair was shorter then when she last saw him. Of course, fifteen years is a pretty big space between here and then. Well big for Abby, probably small for Mike. He was far older than her and the Salvatores and the surviving Mikaelsons. Outside the winds started to rage violently, the glass windows beginning to shake. The five supernaturals looked at the kitchen window and then back to the living room. The blond male, who identified himself as Jasper Whitlock, rushed into the living room with Bonnie hot on his tale. Kol walked in a short while after them and Abby stood slowly, while Rebekah sat at the table, finding her nails more interesting than the suddenly surge power.

She may have lost the ability to feel nature but the sudden chill that ran through her, up and down her spine like small zaps of electricity, were enough to tell Abby that Mikhail had gotten stronger over the years. But what did he want from Bonnie? Her daughter wasn't going to be a slave to her own ancestor was she? The vampire growled at that thought.

Mike jolted awake, taking deep breathes and his eyes darting all over as color came back to him. He had never really done that before. Not fully. Yes he had near death experiences but never had he actually been away from his body for more than an hour at most. Judging by the time of day, it was the afternoon. Almost twelve hours had passed since he had done the spell.

Joy.

"Mike," he turned his head to see Bonnie staring at him with concern in her deep green eyes. Her eyes reminded him of his wife, his human wife. The woman he had loved so much that he had to leave her once he learned he could never truly die nor age. Her eyes had been green but she was exotic like Bonnie. She had been pale like snow with dark auburn hair. Despite remembering her characteristics, the way the corner of her eyes would winkle when she smiled or how stern she looked when lecturing him about their first born, he could not remember her name.

It began with an E, he knew that was certain.

"I'm sorry Bonnie," he whispered, his voice far away. "I hope I didn't frighten you, child."

Bonnie smiled sadly. He reminded her of her Grams; wise and had a habit of calling those younger than them child out of endearment. But Mike had come back and to Bonnie, it hurt. Why could he come back and her grandmother could not? She shook those thoughts away. Mike was family. Her patriarch actually. He just looked her age in appearance.

"It's okay," she answered.

"You're tense," Jasper said. "Something wrong?"

"Just a bit winded Jasper. Don't worry about me. You can call Isabella now. Knowing her, she's going off the rails with worry, no matter how much Declan is trying to calm her down."

Jasper nodded and walked out the room, reaching for his cell phone in the process. Mike turned to the others in the room. Rebekah Mikaelson came strolling out the kitchen, observing her nails. Kol was close to Bonnie, resting on the chair close to the sofa were Mike and Bonnie were. But it was the woman standing in the doorway with a look of pure shock and fear edged into her features that caught his eye. The blond witch arose and his entire form changed.

His back straightened, his eyes lost the softness to them; hard like stone, chilling like winter and old as the winds of time themselves.

"Hello Abigail," he greeted. "Tell me child, what brings you back to Mystic Falls?"

He could feel the life coming back to him.

Two thousand years it had been since he had been even close to alive. Two thousand years since the woman he trusted betrayed him. Two thousand years since he had seen the love of his life, dead before his eyes.

He remembered blonde tresses covering her face. He remembered her skin, no longer pale but gray and cold. Her lips were blue and the only crimson he found had been the trail of dried blood along the corner of her lips. He had cried. Oh how he had cried for her.

He mourned her death for years, decades upon decades. He had done everything he could so that they could immortal together. And then she was snatched away by death, murdered in cold blood by seething hot jealousy.

Qestiyah-his so called friend had been the culprit. And then she locked him away here to rot, binding him with a magic known as Expression.

Silas growled low in his throat, which was scratchy and burning for blood. The young hunter's had only done so much. He moved to arise, plans of ending Qestiyah's line and reuniting with his love forming in his mind.