A/N: Bit of a slow start for this, I apologize!
After this I'm going to need a couple of more chapters for Devil in Me before I update again because I'm starting the cross overs nice and early so get ready lmao

There's actually a lot I was able to do using the Vasiles as a bridge between Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries.

xoxo
KurakiChan

03: Looks Like a New Transition.

Zina had him bring down clean clothes, a hair brush, scissors, and bowl of water. She found her sister's weed stash and another pack of cigarettes still hidden in the boarding house, and grabbed a blood bag before they ventured down the basement steps. "Keep in mind," she warned him in a hushed voice, "she still isn't whole. But I can confirm that the coke, angel blood, and nephilim blood are entirely out of her system. If she was a human she would be a vegetable. Be delicate."

When the door opened, Damon saw her sitting on the floor facing the wall with her back to them. His breath caught in his throat; Zina urged him into the cell as she stood in the doorway. She had hope that maybe they could keep the door open at least while they were there with her. She had to try to find out first. She bit the inside of her cheek with anticipation.

"Nova…" Damon breathed as he practically dropped what they brought onto the cot. "Dolcezza please look at me…"

"No," she replied hoarsely. Anyone could see the pain and breaking all over his face. "Thanks to Katerina, I look awful with short hair."

Relief flooded through Damon. That was all she cared about was her hair? He smiled softly with tears threatening to brim in his eyes and sat behind her without her noticing. Zina watched as he grabbed the brush and started gently brushing out the knots at the ends of her short hair. Nova jumped at the touch until she realized it was just Damon and what he was trying to do. "Let me fix it," he spoke quietly as he brushed. "Just let me fix it…"

They sat in silence as Damon carefully brushed out what was left of her hair. From time to time he would dip the brush in the water before brushing through her hair. Once it was damp and brushed out he took the scissors and cut through the choppy and uneven ends. Only once had Damon ever cut her hair before, and it was two inches tops off the ends. He moved carefully and precise until every hair was even around her shoulders. When he was finally finished he asked again for Nova to look at him. She hesitated for too long of a moment before turning slowly at last.

"There she is," he smiled with tears in his eyes as he held her face. He brushed off some dirt with his thumbs. "I think it was time for a new look anyways. We also thought a little bit of spoiling was in order if you're going to keep playing nice."

Still Nova held a blank, careless look in her green eyes. "I barely have the energy to breathe let alone deal with fighting off either of you two and the probable army above."

"It's just us," Zina told her in the doorway. "Life moves on, sister. From what I gather, Elena and Caroline are packing to go to Whitmore College."

She raised a brow slowly as Damon took a face cloth to the blood and dirt on her face. "Where's Stefan?"

"Soul searching," Damon replied mockingly. "Went to go get rid of Silas' body and took off via text. Bonnie too after she closed the door to the Other Side."

Something is not right… Her gut and mind screamed at her. She tried to think about the pieces, to put them together, but she just didn't care enough. Not about Stefan.

"I thought leggings and one of my shirts might be in order," he half smiled as he grabbed the clothes. Nova didn't argue or say anything; she just allowed him to help her change into clean clothes. Zina noticed the faintest of scars that remained up and down the pale skin of her sister's back.

"Where's Zarya?" Nova hissed hoarsely as she curled her knees back to her chest with her back against the brick wall.

"Thought your humanity was off," Zina quipped.

"She is the last human of our clan Zina," her teeth were grit as she glared coldly up at her sister. "Not even she deserves death by my own selfish gain. I am a vicious, heartless monster but I do not believe in stripping a person of their free will."

They were quiet a moment. Damon looked back at Zina who sighed and shrugged. "Dean Winchester died with the Mark of Cain on his arm and came back as a Knight of Hell. I hoped her old friend Nick would find her first, but Dean had."

Nova sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes closing, and leaned her head back against the wall. Her head started to loll about slowly until she was actually shaking her head 'no'. Another rush of breath and her eyes opened again. "It's worse than that. There is more than that."

"How would you know?"

"How wouldn't I know?" She groaned, holding the sides of her head. "They haven't stopped."

"What?" Damon grew concerned and reached out to her. "What's been happening, Nova?"

"Horrendous visions. Over and over again. I don't see green eyes and Zarya anymore, I see blue ones."

Zina visibly stiffened at the mention of blue eyes. A chill crept up her spine, haunting her. Her lips parted slightly; she could have sworn the temperature just dropped a few degrees. She tried not to jump when she heard her name echoed in the depths of her mind without her own voice. By that point Nova noticed something had changed in her sister's demeanor and attracted Damon's attention to it.

"Zina?" He stood and called to her. "Zina, you look like you saw a ghost at the mention of some eyes. What's going on?"

She shook her head a little and put a hand on her forehead before backing out the door slowly. "I just… I need to check on something. Blue eyes mean Lucifer generally always. Go and tame the wounded, wild animal while I figure something out." Without another word she dashed upstairs and into the woods through the back.

"My fucking sister is alive again." Nova broke the silence at last.

Damon pinched the bridge of his nose from Zina's vanishing act before turning back and sitting on the floor with Nova again. "Just so you know, so is Jeremy." Her eyes seemed to widen at the news. "He wouldn't really give any details which I find pretty suspicious, only that Bonnie was able to drag him back through the veil before closing it entirely. He's wanted to see you just as much as I have I think, but it wasn't a wise idea with your given state…"

She nodded slowly, her countenance still blank and cold. "If there is a God and he thinks his games are amusing then I can't wait to kick his ass. What did she threaten to get her way down here?"

"Nothing, actually. Being on the Other Side for so long she's been able to see a lot of things. She came to warn us about Lucifer and Remiel. Apparently Remiel wants to take the entire line of Vasiles she created and turn them into mindless puppets to dominate Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. Not even Zina thought it would be a fair fight with you dessicating and detoxing down here."

"If that's all true, and what I've been seeing is as well, then Lucifer has Zarya right this second. He must want to break her."

"Do you care though? Do you fear for what he might do to her?"

"Her dealings with Lucifer were prior to meeting me. If anything happens by his hand, it wasn't a fault of my own."

"Seriously, Nov? Even if it was your fault would you give a damn?"

"I'm not turning my humanity back on, Damon. Terribly sorry to continue to disappoint."

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away like a petulant child. At the very least, she was home in Mystic Falls yet again. There she was, right in Damon's reach. Perhaps instead of keeping her locked in the basement dessicating until she either withered or turned it on, what if he just let her live? He would have to keep a watchful eye on her to make sure she didn't start chomping on the police force or douches hitting on her at a bar, but maybe she could still stand by his side. Maybe, just maybe, he could bargain and work something out with her. Slowly his hand reached and grabbed the blood bag which caught her eye immediately.

"You want to keep your humanity off? Fine. But there will be ground rules laid out if you don't want to remain in this cell for the rest of the eternity."

"What sort of ground rules?"

"To start, no leaving Mystic Falls without being accompanied by myself. And no shredding through the town either. You go back to being hardass Nova Vasile - within reason. No mass murder, no compelling people to kill one another for sport, and no dropping bodies."

She scoffed and sneered. "And what do I even get if I adhere to all of that?"

"You get a life, Nova. You get to terrorize everyone because you don't care about anything. Compel yourself a teaching position at Whitmore for all I care and harass Elena. But stop trying to murder everyone in your wake so there is a pile of bodies at the foot of your throne."

"I am not a queen, Damon," she bit back. "I'm a warrior. That is exactly where the bodies belong."

"That's exactly what those stupid angels want you to believe. They've been planning this entire ordeal for eons now. If Lucifer does have Zarya then we're already in trouble. Lucifer has taken hold of Auriel Cressida. That Moore witch that saved Lethia's life? She was also the coworker at Zarya's diner in Pike Creek. Remiel is back in her original vessel, Runa Vasile. We need all hands on deck right now, Nova. We need you. You want a goal to make it easier to get through coexisting without mass murder? Your goal is ending the lives of two archangels once and for all and then the entire Vasile empire is yours." He held out the blood bag towards her. "Can you play the game, dolcezza?"

Out in the woods Zina had crashed into a tree and fell to her knees panting. She had wanted to stop running miles back but couldn't find the will to stop. Her breaths came out in a visible fog even though it shouldn't have been that cold outside yet. She heard her name echoed through the trees and her mind yet again which brought her shakily to her feet. Her dark eyes looked around quickly, unable to find anyone. In the setting sun her dark hair glinted a shade of sapphire blue.

"Zina…" She heard much clearer that time. "Now there's a Vasile who can accomplish goals."

That voice… the ravenette shuddered. Bits and pieces began coming back from her escape of the Other Side. In truth, she blatantly lied to Damon and Elena. Zina had no idea how she returned from the dead. One moment it was all chaos on the Other Side and she was desperately searching for her bracelet after sending Nick Rowell on his way, the next she was clawing her way out of her European grave in the white gown they dressed her in. Flashes began to bombard her, sending her stumbling backwards into a tree. There was darkness and flames all around her. Had she been sucked down into Hell just as Nick managed to find his way from Heaven to the Other Side? It really had been havoc for some time, hadn't it? An ice cold hand gently clasped down around her shoulder and she instantly spun around.

Lucifer smirked coyly down at her. "Still a bit jumpy because you've been dead for well over a century or was it the Moroi who took advantage of you?"

Zina bit her tongue rather than lashing out as she took a cautious step backwards. She knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of. She also knew he was using Riel's magic to parade around in Nick Rowell's face again. He had to be terrorizing Zarya, unless he'd just become attached to Nick's features. "Maybe it's because your hand feels like an icicle," she chose to quip back with instead.

He chuckled lightly. "Most people think I burn hot… it's quite the opposite in fact."

Another careful step backwards. "What is this then? Why are we here and how am I alive? I know I couldn't reach my bracelet before that Bennett witch closed the veil."

"No, you couldn't. I tried getting Abaddon and Carina to retrieve it for me, but not even they could manage a task so simple. Of course I had to enlist the help of a couple of actually useful Vasiles who weren't terrified to hear from me again. I had just enough time to connect your spirit to your bracelet and that to your body."

Zina gasped a little with the realization. "Why? Why the hell would you bring me back?"

"Keep thinking, little Zina. I know it's all coming back to you chunk by chunk. I've got some time before I go check on Rya."

For all the stars in the sky, she thought with horror, he really does have Zarya… Who else of the Vasiles are helping him though? Who would be so foolish as to-

Mid-thought she was consumed by darkness and spat into fire. She could hear people yelling, screaming, begging. Her entire body, or lack thereof, was frozen to the core. She couldn't move or add to the screaming. She could only listen to the melodic and sadistic voice in her ear.

"Go find your sister. Find your sister and sway her away from Remiel's influence. Help build her up, but never let that pesky humanity return. That wouldn't help us very much, now would it? No, leave her humanity off and guide her right to me. Bring me your sister, Zina."

Her breath shook as much as her legs. Her dark eyes had gone vacant as she was submerged into the words once again. Part of her mind still fought, strangely wanting to make amends with her sibling. Zina had a second chance at life; she didn't want to see her twin suffer through something like addiction, and she also wouldn't mind finding Katherine. But what she wouldn't give to be able to see-

"Don't you want to find that daughter of yours?" Lucifer spoke in her ear with his frozen hands on her shoulders. "She is still very much alive and you know that as well as I do, Zina. You know there are no killing dhampirs so easily."

Zina closed her eyes slowly and focused all her might on her mind. She knew Lucifer could get inside her head with ease. She knew he was already there puppeting her about like a marionette. What he didn't know about her though was just how much control she had over her own mind with her psychic abilities. Zina allowed him to control one half of her mind just as he wanted, but one half she kept under a tight lock and key. There was good in Zina Vasile somewhere, and she locked that good away so Lucifer couldn't damn it. She shut away the part that gave a message to Nick Rowell for Zarya; the part that just longed to live and feel the sun again. In her own way when she opened her eyes, Zina had shut off a part of her own humanity by locking it away.

"Yes," she answered at last with nothingness in her black eyes, "I want to see Katia."

Behind her, Lucifer practically grinned. His devilish blue eyes flashed a dangerous scarlet. "Then what is it you're going to do for me, darling?"

"Take Nova away from Remiel. I'll deliver her right to you."

Hesitantly, Nova reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around Damon's and the blood bag. He jumped slightly with surprise when he felt her touch. "I will play this game," she told him. "But we work together as one. And at the end of it each of our enemies will lay slain at our feet, iubițel. Deal?"

Damon was hesitant to agree. He knew what 'working together as one' would likely mean from her mouth, but he already swore he would murder anyone in their wake for Nova. If he could just prove it to her and show her how strong they were together, then maybe at the end her humanity would return. Finally, he nodded. "You've got a deal. Let's work on those rusty people skills."