It's fairytale time. And things are about to get a whole lot worse! You guys tell me if we need to get Tyler a flea dip at least (if not a full grooming).

Disclaimer: Characters, places, and the like from the Vampire Diaries are the property of LJ Smith. I'm just borrowing them to create this tale. All other characters that have no ties to any other fics belong to me!

Chapter Fourteen

The second she dove into the sunshine, Bonnie turned herself into a wolf. Dark red fur blended with dark brown, pulled back in a heart shape around her head by the breeze and her speed. Usually soft brown eyes were hard and dark as the bitterest chocolate.

She noticed a dark colored bird disappearing into the line of trees near the cabin, but brushed it off as Damon taking a good position to watch her back. He might trust her, and even believe she could handle herself in battle now, but he'd never give Tyler Smallwood an ounce of trust.

Then she came upon Nana and Margaret tied together back to back in the clearing just on the edge of the main woods. Both of them were panicked (and Bonnie couldn't once remember a time when she had seen a look of fear in Nana's face or eyes), so she was ginger on her approach.

Margaret had never seen her in wolf form before, so Bonnie understood the child's fears. ~Margaret honey, it's okay. I'm in my wolf form, so don't be afraid.~ Feeling that she was about to cry out, Bonnie stopped her. ~Don't talk out loud, just use your thoughts – I can pick them up easily enough.~

~I'm scared! The smelly werewolf is around here somewhere. He wants to hurt you, but the brats want you to help them do something. Don't do it Bonnie! They'll give you to him afterwards – they promised him so!~ Margaret whimpered as tears again started to fall down her mottled cheeks.

Bonnie growled softly. ~I'm not about to help those brats. And besides I doubt that the two of them could keep a promise.~

Suddenly a knife dropped from the trees and landed next to Margaret's hand, bringing a startled yelp of surprise from the girl's throat. Bonnie caught a glimpse of black feathers, but didn't get a good enough look to check for the rainbows that shimmered in her husband's crow feathers. Inside she knew that he wouldn't endanger their baby sister like that, but what if he was just trying to get their family freed? Bonnie finally decided to snap at him for coming so close to cutting Margaret later on.

~Margaret, use the knife to cut the ropes. I'll stand guard and escort you and Nana back to the house.~

Nana was shaking. ~This is too easy so far, my dear child. I don't like how this is going. It has to be some kind of trap.~

~I know Nana, but we don't have the luxury of a plan 'B'. You and Margaret get back into the cabin while I keep a look out for the big bad wolf wannabe.~

A moment later the ropes fell to the ground and the trio were quickly moving towards the front door. Each step was making Bonnie more agitated. No resistance, no confrontation, no empty threats, no nothing – that was just not Tyler's style.

Just as they got to the main walkway to the cabin, a terrifying howl ripped through the air surrounding them. Bonnie only had one thought, Nana and Margaret. ~Run!~

Before she could take another step, Bonnie found herself forced into her human form against her will. A cold chill ran down her spine as she saw the brats step out of the shadows they were hiding in. That moment's inattention cost her dearly as Bonnie fell to the ground, pinned by a smelly hairy body.

"Damn Smallwood! They have a couple new inventions you should really give a try. Soap and water! You never know how using them could change your life – you just might actually get a date before the monster look goes out of style!"

Bonnie giggled softly at her sense of humor. Oh, would Damon have been proud at that! But, that was the last that she knew before the world turned to black. Tyler had knocked her out cold with his fist.

Only moments had passed since Bonnie had left him, but Damon knew instinctively that his Queen was in trouble. The second Margaret and Nana were safely in the cabin, he rushed out and found nothing but a small pool of his wife's blood (no more than the size of a dime, but he found it without any trouble).

"Bonnie! Bonnie, where are you?" Panic raced through his thoughts and blood until he picked up three other scents – Tyler hadn't been alone!

Shawn, Elena, and Stefan raced to his position and discerned the same points. Before any of them could move, six men – correction, six vampires – surrounded them!

Damon didn't feel like dealing with this new factor. He just wanted his wife back, safe and sound. "Who the hell are all of you? Are you working with the two little bitches who have my wife?"

"Calm yourself Damon. Such disrespect will not win you any friends. And, my still very young one, in this time of trouble you will need all of the friends you can find." An older man waved the six back, thought they didn't move too far from the family and their commander.

"Who are you?" Shawn too was agitated. He had only recently been declared the woman's son, and she already had fallen into the hands of the enemy. What kind of son was he?

The man smiled as he shook his head softly. "Little fox, she will be fine for now. Bonnie is no fool, and is needed by those who hold her. But that advantage will wear off soon, and all of you need to gather more strength than any of you have possessed in your entire lives."

"Please we're just worried for Bonnie! She's been through enough lately." Elena tried not to sob, but her fear was too powerful to hold in. Adding in that she was still working out the hormones from her recent pregnancy, and she was holding up well for all the family had suffered through.

"I know dear little light. Don't worry. For now we are all off to feed." But before the man could go on, a gasp and a stuttering voice interrupted. "It can't be! I saw them …"

"Oh Sabrina, did you think I'd die that easily? With so much to live for? You wished for me to return, and here I am." The man first regally bowed, then he walked passed everyone and took Nana into his arms, swinging her around in his joy. "How I have missed you my beautiful flower."

"Still such a flirt! The boys most certainly take after you! We can catch up later. You and the kids have a great-granddaughter who needs rescuing." Nana smiled as she hungrily accepted the kiss the man encased her lips with.

Once they were finished, the couple smiled at their waiting family and friends. The old man raised an eyebrow, giving a look that easily out did any of Damon's. "You boys have forgotten already? Not even a millennium has passed and I am forgotten!"

"No!" Damon gasped as he slowly remembered the good times he had long forgotten.

Stefan too found it hard to breath as his eyes felt like they were on the verge of pooping from their sockets. "Papa Jeffery? But they killed you!"

"Harmed me to the point of near destruction – yes. Killed me? They only wished it so. We can go through my story later. Right now we're off to feed. And Damon, do make sure to gather enough to empower your enchanting wife as well."

Shawn chuckled at the hidden joke. "Bad pun papa! We all know mom is a witch."

"As do I, little fox. Take care of the wee ones and our human family my love. We'll be back before lunch – with the family witch and her hidden bundle." Jeffrey chuckled as the group left.

Meredith and Lydia took positions on either side of Sabrina with looks of confusion on their faces. Lydia finally nudged Nana, who wore the sneakiest of grins on her face, and asked at the same time that Shawn asked Papa, "What hidden bundle?"

Both lovers chuckled and said in unison, "her unborn child."

Damon turned on that idea. "Bonnie is pregnant again!"

"Boy, you two should be named King and Queen of the Nursery!" Elena chuckled as they kept moving.

"As if you and my dear little brother are any different, Elena."

Stefan smirked, "ah, I hate to point out that you and sissy are two ahead of Elena and I."

"You boys stop the fighting. Time that we hunt. By the time we get to Bonnie's position, we should be strong enough and our back-up should be there." Papa's voice left no question as to his sincerity. "Damon, you have to be the strongest of us, because you have to get to Bonnie, and you have to feed her and the baby."

Damon nodded with the same strong impartial face he wore when they all faced down Katherine and Klaus. But inside he was a wreck. Bonnie was with child again after he was the one who pointed out that they had to wait until they were certain she would carry the child without fear of outside harm.

Papa Jeffrey moved close to Damon with a look of empathy on his face, as if the old man knew exactly what was going through the soon to be father of three's mind. ~Damon, she will be fine. I have spies watching over her. Thought I believe you, Stefan, and I will be teaching that brute Tyler a painful lesson in how to treat a woman. Oh and not even Bonnie knew of the child yet, since you two created him sometime last night.~

~Are you certain that it will be a boy?~ Damon didn't want to focus on much. Only on how Bonnie and their children all needed him right then. Stephanie would need him and Bonnie, as would this new baby. Shawn still needed them, as he gained strength from them as any grown child would.

Jeffery smiled as only an expecting grandfather does. ~Your son's his father all over. Thinks he alone can protect his mother from within her womb.~

Damon chuckled at that.

Bonnie groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She sighed as she tried to sit up. Only then did she realize that she was tied to the floor with heavy chains on her wrists.

"That should keep you still. After all we wouldn't want you sneaking away little witchie." Tyler stuck his muzzle in Bonnie's face and growled in a triumph.

Waving her hand in front of her face, Bonnie chuckled. "I just though of another couple of new inventions that you certainly could use. Toothpaste and mouthwash – maybe some deodorant too; it could make you a brand new creature of darkness!"

Tyler roared in anger and backhanded her hard, which sent the world around her spinning. Bonnie couldn't help it when she threw up all over him from his chest to his feet.

Two soft voices giggled at the sight of it.

"Go clean yourself up, Tyler." Lareyne smiled sweetly.

Anastasia just couldn't stop giggling.

They knelt next to Bonnie as if settling down to play tea party. Anastasia smiled and winked. "That was very funny, momma."

Bonnie hadn't forgotten what these little bitches nearly did to her. Almost turning her against her family and husband, nearly costing her the life of her beautiful daughter, almost killing her, sending Tyler after them all, threatening Nana and Margaret – no they wouldn't get to her easily this time. "I am not your mother!"

"That's okay, soon we won't need you to be. You're going to help us bring back our big sister." Lareyne stood up and spoke like a teacher handing out punishments.

"There is no way you will ever get me to help you!"

Lareyne grinned as evilly as the others had described Katherine's, and slapped Bonnie harder than Tyler had – enough to knock her back to the floor. "We were going to give you your life and the life of your child …"

"Stephanie!" Bonnie shrieked in fear. Had they gotten a hold of her baby girl?

Anastasia kicked Bonnie's leg before skipping to catch up to her sister. "No stupid. The kid you've inside of you now. But now he'll feed sissy, and you'll feed our Master."

"No!" Bonnie screamed as she collapsed unconscious from fear.

The girls returned with a hypodermic needle. As Tyler finally returned, he saw the pair draw blood from Bonnie.

"Oh good Tyler, you've returned in time. You will need to watch her for a time. She should remain unconscious until we return, but it is better that someone guard her – in case the others appear before our return." Lareyne still had that air of absolute authority about her.

Tyler grinned, he had plans for the witch one the bitches were gone.

"And Tyler. We still need her, so if she gets hurt by you at all you will be fed to our Master." Anastasia tried her best to mimic her sister's tone of voice.

"I'll obey." He groaned. At least the witch wouldn't be in his fur for much longer.

Then a long sigh, combined with two cheery giggles, filled the hall. Tyler would have sworn that Elena was standing in front of him – but she was dead, and her boyfriend had found a replacement replica for her!

Harsh Lapis blue eyes pinned him to the ground. "You do not touch that witch at all. Am I understood?

"Sure Elena … whatever you say!"

The girl laughed as she walked around him and allowed her fingers to intimately memorize his torso, chest, and shoulders. "Silly beast, I am not Elena. Though I can be much more interesting company than her. Be a good boy and we'll see what happens … hmm?"

Tyler only nodded, though it wasn't hard to see the reaction her touch got. She rushed over to the girls, who eagerly took her hands.

Finally Tyler found his voice, though it was hoarse and heavy. "If you're not Elena … then what's your name?"

"It's Katherine. But, I'll allow you to call me Kat."

Once the three of them were outside, the ghost caress was back. *Welcome back to the land of the living, sweet Katherine.*

"And soon shall you be with us again." She cooed as she spun in that invisible embrace.

Both Lareyne and Anastasia giggled and twirled as the touch wrapped around them both as well.

The youngest sister blew out a kiss. "Have we done well?"

*Very well. I am very proud of you both. Oh how you have come so far in the time we have been apart, my little darlings.*

Lareyne sighed as if she were in love. "But soon you will be with us again."

*Yes. And that fated family will not know what will hit them then.*

Ohhhhh crud!

If the ghost wasn't Katherine, then who was it?!?!

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure yet.

And where is the Calvary when you need them?!?!

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