Warnings: Language, PTSD, Morbid jokes and Dark humor that might offend others e.g. jokes on contemplation of suicide, these are just used to describe the rather morbid sense of humor the character/s may have and are in no means used to offend anyone or make light of the serious topics that may be mentioned. For any sensitive topic used in a joke, I apologize in advance and hope you keep in mind I meant no offense.

Note: The dialogues in Italic show that the speakers are either a form of flashbacks or communicating in a different language, in this case spanish.

Reincarnation: Definition: (Noun) The rebirth of a soul in another body.

'I used to believe in reincarnation, but that was long ago, in another life.'

-Dave Schinbeckler-

'~Just because everything's changing, Doesn't mean it's never been this way before, All you can do is try to know who your friends are, As you head off to the war.~'

-The Call; Regina Spektor-

Chapter I:

5th February, 1996; Asturias Household, Mystic Falls; Virginia, United States of America.

Zatanna would admit; waking up, after clearly dying, cradled in the arms of a handsome man was mind-stumping. Coupled with the fact that she was tiny and easily fit in aforementioned man's arms as if she weighed nothing was rather panic inducing.

Which, to her utter horror, led to her bawling her eyes out.

Now that-that was a dark memory she would forever lock away in the far recesses of her mind.

Along with the shit load of other aspects -problems, really- accompanied with the discovery that she was a baby. Again.

Before any judgmental statements were made, she would like to point out that even though she was normally very easy-going and laid-back, coming back to life- being reborn, gave merit to a good long panic attack, it was an event that was traumatic on a whole other level.

She digressed though;

After waking up in the arms of her new and awesome as hell father, Zatanna was forced to re-evaluate her misconceptions on life and death and apparently, life after death.

And of course let's not forget the general fuckery that followed- would follow? She wasn't even sure anymore.

Anyways, let's have a rundown of all the facts she had gathered in the past 3 years, 2 months and 6 days about her life following her (re)birth.

Fact number one: Incase it remained uncomprehending, because she still had a hard time believing it; she was a baby, or toddler now, again.

Fact number two: Her new family was fucking awesome. And she would shamelessly admit; she was a daddy's girl, through and through. In her defense though, have you met her father?

Fact number three: She had magic. Now that would take some getting used to. It was a discovery she never noticed before, she blamed the short attention span and horrible memory retention that she seemed to gain after being turned(?) into a baby again.

As it was, on her second birthday, she noticed how she unconsciously caused random pieces of decor to levitate around her whenever she got excited and giggled. Her parents watched her with proud eyes -she would never admit it, but her first reaction to finding out she apparently had magic, was to preen under her father's praising gaze- after which, Zatanna listened to her older brother gush about how she always did such pretty tricks and wow, she had used magic before? Why on earth couldn't she remember? She had cursed being a baby then. She really wanted to know; what else had she done with her...magic?

Fact number four and the most important and mind-fucking fact; She was in the world of 'The Vampire Diaries'.

Zatanna had never contemplated killing herself before, but she had to admit committing suicide had its appeal now.

How she discovered this fact? Quite simple.

Zatanna was smart. She was certainly smart enough to figure out what was in front of her, her parents often mentioned that Atticus and she were witches, warlock in her brothers case, and powerful ones at that.

"An Asturias and a Bennett, hijos míos." She recalled her father telling them.

Seeing as her mother's last name was 'Bennett' and the woman had insisted that both her children have her own last name as well as their father's (not that it mattered to him, seeing as in Spanish naming customs, a person usually always had two surnames; although, the mother's surname typically came after the fathers) should have been enough to raise warning bells.

But Zatanna, blissfully ignored what was right in front of her. It was only after hearing an enlightening conversation between her parents that she finally figured it out.

It was a casual discussion of her mother's family. Incidentally, it was the conversation her mother had with her father before the two made the decision to move to Mystic Falls, Virginia, USA all the way from beautiful Barcelona, Spain.

Zatanna had recently turned three and her father had started teaching her about her magic, his first (and only) lesson was enlightening, as she recalled.

"The first thing you should now, pequeňa bruja, is that you are an Asturias. And an Asturias witch is much different than any other Wiccan." He had informed her in rich Spanish, his eyes -Asturias eyes, he mentioned- twinkling in the setting sun's dying light.

He had lifted his daughter in his arms earlier that evening, taking her for a long walk through their estate gardens in Barcelona.

She had learned early on, that her family was well-off and by that she very politely meant, filthy fucking rich.

Apparently, they were an old noble family who held the 'Lordship of Lazcano' and her father was current Lord of the family; which as it is, entailed ownership of multiple family inherited estates and properties across Spain, and some located in other countries. When she pondered on it, it was overwhelming. Her father was a successful businessman as well; The owner of a Multi-Billionaire Real-Estate company which owns, manages and develops properties all across Spain, the largest private-owned real estate company in Spain, she'd discovered.

However, overwhelming as it was, she would be lying if she said that her family's wealth didn't appeal to her materialistic side. Because it did. Very much so. You know, just if she was being unclear; she wasn't even going to pretend otherwise.

Her father had looked down into her own curious eyes and with half a smile, he tugged his daughter down the the cobblestone path and stopped when they reached the arch of trees that led to a pond deep within the property lines.

"The biggest difference, seňorita, between us and the Wiccan is that we do not harness magic that is already present around us." He spoke, looking quite content.

"Papa?" She had uttered, looking and feeling confused as hell.

His lips curved into a soft smile. "Other Wiccan, and this includes your mother, harness magic that is already present around us, magic provided by Mother Nature. The Wiccan have the ability to manipulate that magic through incantations and rituals."

Zatanna had known this much at least, but it was an interesting topic and she needed to know more. To satisfy her inner-knowledge seeker.

Her father's eyes then gleamed with mischief. "But unlike the Wiccan, the Asturias are not bound to Mother Nature."

In response, she had looked quite stunned.

"Instead of the ability to manipulate the magic around us, Asturias witches and warlocks are born with magic. It is infused with our very souls. It can never be stolen or lost."

"Why?" She had blurted, not looking confused at the long words he used, as opposed to how any other three year old might have been.

And her father looked downright devilish as he responded. "Mors nobis favet, pequeňa bruja. Because, Death favors us."

That chilled her to the bone; not out of fear but -oddly enough- out of awe.

"Come, pequeňa seňorita. That is enough for today, we shall continue later." Her father told her, looking pleased at her avid interest and excitement in regards to their magic.

That particular event took place two and a half months ago. Her father had not given her any other lessons since then and Zatanna would freely admit that she was disappointed. She wanted to learn about her magic and spend time with her father.

Although, she had deviated from what she initially wanted to discuss; her discovery of this being the world of 'The Vampire Diaries.'

As mentioned above, she finally saw what was tauntingly dancing right before her eyes when she overheard a conversation between her parents. A conversation that took place two months ago i.e two weeks after her first magic lesson.

She wasn't particularly eavesdropping; in reality, she was playing hide and seek with her older five-year old brother.

Her hiding place? The washroom.

The door of said room was propped open to make it easier for her brother to find her or Lord knows; Atticus would bitch on and on about how she was cheating. He'd be correct of course, but she was three and daddy's little princess and would shamelessly admit to taking advantage of the situation.

Although, she suspected, by the amusement she found in her father's eyes every time she gave him an innocent doe-eyed expression, that he knew exactly what she was doing. But hey, he didn't say anything so she'd simply act ignorant.

Now, she was hiding behind the open bathroom door and everything was utterly silent save the soft murmurs she could hear from her parents bedroom across the hall, she guessed one of them opened the room door as their voices filtered clearly through the hallway.

"Ignacio, they are my family. Abby is a powerful witch in her own right but she was desperate when she called last night." Zatanna's mother seemed to implore in her soft, caressing voice.

Zatanna knew she was daddy's little girl, but that didn't mean she didn't love her mother; on the contrary. Zatanna adored her family; it might have something to do with the fact that in her past life -so weird saying that- her parents had died when she was young, before she could ever truly remember them.

And in this life, she had a living, breathing, loving albeit weird family. Her parents loved both their children equally, she was just closer to her father and Atticus to their mother.

"I don't like your cousin." Her father replied flatly.

Zatanna could hear her mother roll her eyes.

"I realize that, but this isn't about Abby. This is about everyone else in my family. Aunt Sheila, Abby's daughter; Bonnie. I have to help, I owe them at least that much." Her mother tried to convince her father.

"You don't have to do anything. If, from what you told me about Abby's-" And here, her father seemed to sound annoyed in his lazy drawl. "-rambles, then this is not a threat to your family but to you're precious Abby's friend and her doppelgänger daughter."

"Don't you think I realized that? But if this threat is as serious as Abby made it out to be, there's a possibility that it might target my family."

"Your family is us." Her father sounded sharp.

A pause.

"I know." Her mother sighed softly. "You're always my first priority; you, Atticus and Zatanna. But they're my family too."

"I apologize, I just do not want to go to-" Her father cut himself off abruptly.

Another pause, a rather long one.

"What did you see?" Her mother spoke in a hushed voice.

Zatanna's father seemed to gather his thoughts before saying in a stiff voice, that easily portrayed his displeasure, "I stand corrected, it seems Mystic Falls will play a large role in our children's fate. Simply visiting won't be enough-"

But Zatanna had stopped listening after that.

Abby, Aunt Sheila, Bonnie, Doppelgänger, Mystic Falls.

Fuck my life.

Zatanna had shakily stood up, shut the washroom door and locked it, curled into a ball and proceeded to hyperventilate.

It was laughingly obvious; her mother's last name was Bennett and the woman was a witch.

Pauline fucking Bennett.

Oh, god. She was reborn in a world where everything was angst-ridden drama and just plain shit. She didn't even know if there was a Pauline Bennett in the show. But her mother had called Sheila Bennett her aunt and Abby Bennett her cousin.

Her mother was never seen in the show, she might have been mentioned but Zatanna couldn't recall correctly, that only meant one thing; she had died.

That thought brought with it an onslaught of panicked tears, and what was worse was that it seemed they were heading to one of the supernatural hotspots of USA (because New Orleans would be the second) where all the horrific dramatic shit happened.

Karma was a bitch.

Of course her panic attack lasted for about twenty minutes, she would not be blamed for it though. Zatanna knew she was suffering from PTSD, dying then coming back to life in a fictitious world would do that to you, not to mention she was a soldier who had first hand experience in warfare. Zatanna tended not to think of her rebirth, preferring to distract herself in her family and magic.

It would not help her in the long-run, not at all, as proven by Zatanna beginning to have nightmares about her death, she supposed it was because her body was growing, her physical mind maturing enough to be affected by her trauma.

And she knew she needed to talk to somebody, tell somebody about her reincarnation. At least, in her past life, there were military psychologists whose very jobs were to deal with soldiers suffering from PTSD, to counsel them in therapy sessions.

Perhaps, she could talk to her father? It seemed like a good idea, the man was extremely knowledgeable and talking to him always soothed her.

Zatanna supposed, if she was to talk to him, it had better be soon.

The family of four had moved to Mystic Falls (of all the damn places) within a month; her father already had a house built there (after his marriage to their mother, she discovered) it had only needed to be furnished, a matter quickly solved by her parents.

Now, when she said house, she was being polite and humble. It was more of a mansion that exuded brilliant elegance and modern class. Nothing less of what she'd expect from her parents.

The three year old was pulled out of her intense musings when she heard her father knock on her bedroom door.

"And what are we thinking so hard about, pequeňa seňorita?" He sounded amused as he leaned against the door frame, speaking in accented but impeccable English.

She smiled, a little weakly in response. "Nothing, papa. Are we leaving?"

He stared at her, observing through dark, teal-sea green eyes before nodding slowly.

"Your madre is waiting in the car, along with your hermano." He reached down to lift her in his arms.

Zatanna took this moment to inspect her father; he was a handsome man who looked every bit a Spaniard as he was, with olive skin and short, dark honey brown hair that were always styled fashionably. A tall and lean build and dressed in elegant, sophisticated clothing, her father didn't look a day older than twenty seven.

The family was invited to attend the birthday dinner of sorts held in the Bennett household to celebrate Bonnie Bennett's third birthday.

Zatanna didn't know how to feel.

It wasn't a very long drive, even though their house was in a secluded neighbourhood, in the outskirts of Mystic Falls. It was spent with Atticus and Zatanna chattering with each other and before they knew it, they were parked outside the exact replica of Sheila Bennett's house as portrayed in the show.

It was unnerving.

"Remember, be nice." Their mother gave them last minute instructions. "Bonnie is your cousin, that means she's family."

"Sí, Mama." The two children chimed together.

Zatanna immediately took her father's hand as he walked confidently towards the front door of the house, his gait and entire demeanour radiated power.

The door opened as soon as the bell rang, Zatanna's grip on her father's hand tightened and she forced down the incessant need to whimper.

Sheila Bennett stood before them, looking exactly as she did in the show albeit younger. Her eyes met her father's before lowering in a show of respect.

"Ignacio." She greeted warmly.

"Seňora Bennett," Her father replied charmingly. "A pleasure."

Sheila was pulled into a hug before she could respond to his statement and the old woman laughed at her niece.

"Its good to see you too, Pauline."

"Oh, shut up, Aunt Sheila."

The two smiled warmly at each other before her mother gestured for her and Atticus to step forward.

"My children, Aunt Sheila. Atticus and Zatanna."

"Hola, Grand-Aunt Sheila." Atticus smiled politely at the older woman.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Zatanna spoke just as politely as she stepped next to her brother.

"Oh, none of that Grand-Aunt nonsense," Sheila rolled her eyes. "Just call me Grams. Now don't just stand there, come inside."

"We were waiting for your invitation," Her father responded cheekily, easily side-stepping the swipe Sheila aimed at him.

They entered the house and Zatanna instantly saw familiar faces; faces belonging to people she had never personally met but knew all about. Bill and Liz Forbes stood in a corner talking with Mayor Richard Lockwood. She spied Grayson and Miranda Gilbert socializing with Carol Lockwood and Rudy Hopkins; the man looked like he'd rather be anywhere other than his mother-in-law's house. She even saw Mason Lockwood and Jenna Sommers, although those two looked amusingly young; no older than sixteen.

Most of the people in this room had horrific fates, depressing lives (and deaths) ahead of them.

Zatanna wasn't sure what to do with that knowledge.

She and her brother were ushered to the backyard where presumably all the children were playing in.

"Zatanna, Atticus. I'd like you to meet Bonnie." Sheila beckoned a waddling child towards them.

And Zatanna decided; Bonnie Bennett was the most adorable toddler ever.

She stood in front of them, shuffling nervously as her hazel green eyes peered at them shyly. Her chocolate brown hair were pulled into twin pigtails, draped over each shoulder in loose curls and she wore this cute forest green frock; she was a picture of sugar and rainbows and all things nice.

"Hi, I'm Bonnie." She smiled, speaking slowly and carefully as to pronounce her words correctly.

Bonnie was the epitome of innocence.

Zatanna's magic hummed within her, she could feel it rise to the surface. Probably in response to the fierce protectiveness she felt for the three year old in front of her, she would later wonder about her immediate attachment to the toddler but all that seemed to go through her mind at that moment was: mine, protect her, make her happy-

Bonnie had been dealt the short hand repeatedly in her future. Her life was fucked up.

And Zatanna would not let that happen. This world she was stuck in, was a world made of stupid and reckless morons who could only make pathetic decisions.

Seeing, as she was present in this world, in that particular town, Zatanna would be damned before she went through all that drama.

Fuck no.

It was a split second decision, but one she didn't think she'd regret too much. She was going to fuck up the timeline.

"I'm Zatanna." She reached out to hold Bonnie's hand, whose smile grew wider and brighter.

She would fuck up everything. For her own sake, for her family's and for innocents like Bonnie.

Because her family and now Bonnie was hers.

And Zatanna had always been selfish and possessive regarding what was hers.

Additional Information: Regarding the noble title given to Ignacio Asturias; the title itself is real i.e 'Seňor of Lazcano/Seňor de Lazcano; Lord of Lazcano' is a real title but it's usage in this story is entirely fictional. As far as I'm aware, in real life this title belongs to the Ducal House of el Infantado.

Edit: Credits to the guest reviewer for clarifying who the title of Lazcano belongs to in real life.

Pauline Bennett, according to Wikia, is an actual canon character who was the niece of Sheila Bennett, the daughter of Sheila's un-named sibling and was listed as deceased.

A/N: I love Bonnie.

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Translations:

Hijos míos: My children.

Pequeňa bruja: Little witch.

Seňorita: Miss.

Pequeňa Seňorita: Little Miss.

Madre: Mother.

Hermano: Brother.

Sí: Yes.

Seňora: Madam.

Hola: Hello.

Note: All translations were taken with the help of Google. If there are any mistakes, I would like to apologize as I do not know how to speak the language.

Edit: Corrections to translations made with the kind and welcomed help of Alessandra12, I am extremely and genuinely grateful for her help.

"Mors nobis favet; Death favors us."

-The Asturias Family Motto-

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; I do not claim any ownership over any characters, situations or anything of relation from the TVD world. I do, however, own the Asturias Family, anything related to them, any other Original-Character introduced and the plot of this particular story.