Rowena hummed happily as she drove her Rubikon Jeep, it's gray color flashing with mud all over its tires and doors. She loved the off-roading speed she drove at, and it made her even more excited when she drove her motorcycle.

It gave her memories of the speed she could run during her life as Sage Mikaelson. Now it was different. She wasn't Sage. She is Rowena. A human woman. A human witch with memories of a past life as an original vampire. A woman with different motions and goals in life.

Parking the Rubikon, the dark-haired woman climbed out with a crunch of her boots, and the jangle of her keys. Throwing a big duffle bag over her right shoulder, grabbing a box; slamming the door with a loud click of her jeep auto-locking. She made her way down a road towards her new shop she had bought half a year ago.

It's renovations had been completed along with her shop sign. "A Nature's Grasp" a shop she was so happy to have. Smiling as she pulled the keys out and unlocked the door. It swung open, she shuffled in with the box and duffle bag. Placing the box on the counter, she dropped the bag with a heavy clang.

Opening the box, she pulled more materials from her storage, transferring it to a shelf behind her, they were carved animals, she had so many. Her hobbies, but something she started after remembering her last life.

The animals represented people she hadn't met yet, and when the time came, she gave the animal to them, a good luck charm maybe? She didn't remember the rhyme or reason for doing such things but she did.

The October weather sure did a number on the shop though, the room was chilled to the bone. Rowena smiled, in her past life, she felt none of this. It made her feel gratitude, but...loss at the same time. A reminder of longing.

Ching! Ching!

A man with dark skin entered, he was holding the door open as someone in a wheelchair wheeled in. Both of them had the same trait, dark skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. There was a third man with them.

"Hello!" The man in the wheelchair spoke as he spotted the dark haired woman, her violet eyes bright with kindness and most of all the fact she was quite inked up in tattoos provided she wasn't from Forks. "Are you the shop owner?" he asked kindly, a smile on his face as he pushed the wheels to move towards her.

Nodding, "I am, Welcome to Nature's Grasp. Rowena Envensson." She introduced herself. Before she could ask if they needed anything, the man in the wheelchair spoke.

"I'm Billy Black. This is my son, Jacob, and this over here is Sam." Shaking hands with the man in the wheelchair, Rowena lifted her eyes to the young men. The one named Jacob had long hair like his father, his eyes were gentle, but he seemed nervous next to the other man. Sticking closer to his father.

As for the one named Sam, he had a confident posture, although kept a respectful distance from Jacob. He had another look to him entirely. Intimidation vibrated from him as he looked to her, but his eyes were a different story.

Smiling, she shook hands with all three of them. "Welcome to Forks Miss Envensson." Billy spoke for the three of them, Jacob nodded in greeting, the nervousness visual.

"Oh please, few people call me Miss Envensson, Rowena is just fine." She waved her hand in a pich-poch manner. "What brings you to my shop?"

"Well, we were in town, I heard there was a newcomer, thought I'd welcome you, and folks were telling me your shop was "All natural" is what they called it. I was hoping you had something for muscle pain?" He explained, the man seemed rather polite as he insinuated what other folks spoke about her place of business.

An equally friendly smile appearing on her lips changed the tense atmosphere, "My place is only "all natural" for the products I have in store. As for muscle pain..." She turned walking straight around the counter, slipping her hand into a dark oak cabinet. "This ought to do. Use only a little, it's good to put some on after a bath or before and after bed." She explained holding a small container the size of her hand around but barely taller than her wrist.

Setting it down on the counter, she lifted a pen and wrote the words she spoke on to a slip of paper. The container was unlabeled, and was the simple color of teal with a light green lid.

Rowena handed the paper to the man, the container in her other hand, "And what's the price?" Billy asked, pulling out the wallet.

Raising a hand, Rowena winked, "As my first customers of the day consider this on the house, plus a promise of friendship. It's not everyday I meet people as nice or as interesting as you." She turned once more, picking up two carved animals from her shelf. "Here, for you both."

She handed Sam a carved wolf painted black with strange blue markings tracing the fur. Whilst Jacob looked at the natural light brown wolf in his hand, it also held similar white markings on it. The fact they both received wolves was ominous.

However, the men didn't put two and two together. Billy looked at the container, and grinned, "Well thank you! Come on boys, let's go. Nice meeting you Rowena." He waved as he set the paper and container in his lap.

Waving good-bye until they left, Rowena stopped slowly, lowered her hand, looking down at it. She needed to start wearing gloves, her senses were rather powerful, and there was no switch-off button.

Sometimes I wish humans would just stay human. She thought as if lying to herself more than necessary. Looking at another wolf carving she blinked back tears remembering her past lives' memories. She had to get through this somehow.