Idiosyncrasies of Death

by AndrianaWarrior7

Kol Mikaelson/SI-OC "Death favors us." Guidelines on how to deal with life, death, life after death and all the general stupidity that, undoubtedly, follows...In hindsight, she realized that she should've just stayed dead. But, let it be known; Zatanna Bennett-Asturias never does things half-arsed. Full Teen-Version summary inside.

8. Chapter VI:

Warnings: Language, PTSD, Death, Violence, 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.

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Secret: Definition: (Noun) Something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.

'And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets at always hidden in the most unlikely places. This who don't believe in magic will never find it.'

-Roald Dahl-

'~I need another story, Something to get off my chest, My life gets kinda boring, Need something that I can confess, Til' all my sleeves are stained red, From all the truth that I'm said, Come by it honestly I swear.~'

-Secrets; One Republic-

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Chapter VI:

22nd June, 2004; Gilbert Household, Mystic Falls; Virginia, United States of America.

"Atty, what are you plotting?" Bonnie cast a speculative glance in her older cousin's direction.

"Nothing to worry yourself over, Seňorita Bonita," Atticus responded absentmindedly, reaching out a hand to press the button of the doorbell, "And stop calling me that insufferable name," Zatanna noted her brother sounded both amused and exasperated as he spoke.

"Never," Bonnie grinned before it fell and she eyed him through narrowed eyes, "And I find it interesting how you didn't even deny that you were plotting something."

"Astute observation, querida prima." Atticus responded breezily, a lazy smirk lighting up his handsome features. "And I find no reason to deny the truth."

Bonnie turned away from the door and huffed loudly as she scowled at Atticus. "You-"

She was cut off when the front door opened and John Gilbert stood across the threshold looking at them with vague detached interest.

Now, Zatanna would have usually taken the opportunity to properly assess the Gilbert she had never met (in her opinion and from what she remembered from the show, John Gilbert had not been a likable character but he hadn't exactly been unlikable either; granted he made stupid decisions like everyone else but the sentiment remained, as a result she felt rather neutral about him), but seeing a distressed Jeremy Gilbert and Caroline Forbes standing behind said man shifted her priorities towards them.

They looked nervous (it was too damn early for the drama that would occur, the only reason she and Atticus were even still in Mystic Falls –because they were supposed to be back in Barcelona this time of the year- was at the Baby Scooby-gang's insistence and Elena's –because they just had to be there for her twelfth birthday); Jeremy looked ready to cry but was making a pitiful effort to hide what was so blatantly written on his face, Caroline's face gave nothing away but her body language told much about her current emotional status.

She wagered the two were waiting for them; if the way how they had jerked forward towards the trio of witches was anything to go by. But then as if remembering something, they quickly restrained themselves and instead started shifting on their feet with impatience.

Zatanna shifted her glance towards John Gilbert, who was still watching them silently (weirdo), and gave him a polite nod and a civil greeting before walking past him and into the house, aware of Atticus and Bonnie who followed her inside after giving the adult man their own hellos.

"Where's the birthday girl?" Atticus grinned, his eyes however were alert and attentive as he looked at the two children in front of them.

And Caroline, who was going to say something, stopped and just stared at Atticus, whose own expression fell into that odd mixture of amused exasperation.

Zatanna, momentarily forgetting the curiosity and concern brimming within her, turned her face away and sniggered.

She didn't blame Caroline's sudden distraction, Atticus had recently hit a growth spurt, his voice had started deepening (the occasional cracks in it were amusing; Enzo and she had collapsed in laughter when this first happened), the regal lines of his face had become more pronounced and he had shot up from an already tall (for a thirteen year-old boy) 5'3 to an even taller 5'11 (and still room for growth; she suspected at most her brother would grow to be 6'3).

Of course, that was not to say, the unappealing quirks of puberty hadn't plagued Atticus, because they had, much to his irritation and uncharacteristic mortification (and Enzo and her own undying amusement); the fact his limbs were still lanky and had yet to fill out with muscle mass and the coarse whiskers lining his jaw gave him an air of awkwardness (heh, it was amusing to her that even inherited good looks did nothing to stop puberty and the awkward physical changes). Thankfully, he wasn't plagued with pubescent pimples.

She on the other hand, was.

Honestly, she hated going through the pubescent stages of a female's life. Again.

Her chest which had filled out from the flat board it was, still remained pathetically small when compared to Elena or Caroline or Vicki and even Bonnie's growing chests (which was hilarious, because in her past life she had a rather generous bosom –even during puberty- and in this life it was small and would probably only grow to be average sized while still remaining at the small side, and oh, the irony).

On the plus side, her own face had begun to become more defined (hell-o, good looks) but apparently had also made room for those insufferable pimples (Good bye, good looks) and she wondered when these uncomfortable stages of pre-teen/ teenage hood would end.

She had grown taller too, in fact prior to his own growth spurt, Zatanna had been taller than Atticus; standing at a willowy 5'5. Unlike Atticus who was gangly and still skinny with his tall height (because of no muscle definition as of yet), Zatanna did not look so scrawny (for which she thanked her body filling out) as her hips had rounded and her bosom had curved outwards as well, her tall height suited her; giving her a distinct graceful and slender appearance. She knew she would grow a little taller; 2 or 3 inches at most (Which was, again, hilarious because in her past life, her height as an adult was 5'3 and she was already taller than that in this life).

She supposed it was their parents' heights that influenced Zatanna and Atticus' own; their father being a lean and muscular man of 6'3 and their mother had been lissome woman of 5'9.

Ignoring their pubescent issues (And Enzo's near-hysterical amusement with it), Zatanna deciding to spare her brother from Caroline's rather probing stare (apparently, the blonde seemed to have developed a crush on her brother and did not care if she was making it obvious or not) and the Asturias witch coughed meaningfully.

Caroline snapped her eyes away from a thoroughly bemused Atticus and towards an equally amused Zatanna and Bonnie.

"Oh, right," She blinked at them, "We have a problem."

"I gathered as much." Zatanna commented drily.

"Rude," Caroline flipped a sunny blonde strand over her shoulder. "Anyways-"

"Elena's locked herself up in her room and I'm pretty sure she's crying!" Jeremy jumped in, his brown eyes wide and reminiscent to Elena's doe-eyed expressions.

Zatanna frowned, barely registering Tyler's presence; he had just arrived and now stood behind her shoulder.

"Take us to her," Atticus implored, his brows furrowing.

Jeremy nodded jerkily and led them through the foyer and up the stairs. Zatanna had spied Miranda Gilbert bustling around in the kitchen and promptly detoured with her brother and cousin to hand the woman Elena's birthday present and greet her (she really liked Miranda; the woman was an amiable and fun-loving personality and simply not unlikable).

Elena's door was shut and locked, Matt and Vicki were both in Jeremy's room, looking worried (In Matt's case) and partly uninterested but also curious (In Vicki's case) and Jeremy, Caroline and Bonnie joined them upon Atticus' insistence; for some reason Tyler wouldn't budge from his spot by Elena's door.

And so the trio stood outside the doppelgänger's room and Atticus knocked on her door tentatively.

"One minute, Care, I'm looking for…my headband. I'll be right out –promise!" Elena's voice; shaking and thick with obvious tears came through the wooden door.

Atticus frowned while Zatanna asked, "Elena? It's us, can you open the door now?"

She didn't need to ask as the door shot open the moment her words left her lips and a blurring form launched itself into the arms of the person closest to the door –who happened to be a rather alarmed looking Tyler.

Elena had buried her face into his shoulder and she was sobbing inconsolably as she gasped out unintelligible words, "I can't believe they wouldn't tell- I'm not even their- What do I do?" She wailed loudly at the end.

"Elena?" Miranda called from down-below, having heard her daughter's yell. "Is everything alright?"

Had it been a normal circumstance, Elena would have brightened up at her mother's voice and been quick to either reassure her mother or share what was on her mind. None of that happened, Elena instead recoiled at her mother's voice and curled into herself.

Relatively shocked at her reaction, Zatanna was quick to call to Miranda; "Everything's fine, Seňora Gilbert, Elena's just missing Seňor Gilbert." Oh, how it physically took effort to even refer to Grayson Gilbert –that disgusting human being.

"Oh, do you want to talk about it, honey?" Miranda responded empathetically, coming up the stairs, her voice soft and sad.

"No!" Elena was quick to respond making Miranda stop in her steps and stare at her daughter with a slightly hurt expression.

"I mean," Elena breathed deeply, her voice coming out a bit more steadier, "I was just missing Dad and everything's okay now, I'm just – we're gonna be in my room and play some games, okay?"

Miranda tilted her head to the side and watched her daughter through sudden shrewd moss-green eyes as she gave a noncommittal hum. "If you say so."

Elena nodded vigorously, her hand clutching Tyler's shirt between its fingers as if it was a lifeline.

"Don't worry, Seňora Gilbert," Zatanna gave the woman a meaningful glance, "We're with her."

Miranda nodded thankfully and passed her daughter a smile which she returned shakily, before the woman turned to walk down the stairs, "And call me Miranda, how many times do I have to say it, Zatanna?" She called playfully over her shoulder earning a genuine grin from the Asturias witch.

"One time too many, Seňora Miranda." Zatanna replied just as playfully.

As soon as she was gone, Caroline flounced out of Jeremy's room, where she and the others were spying at the proceedings from, looking at Elena with worry lighting up her sky-blue eyes.

"Elena?" Bonnie asked softly coming up behind the blonde girl.

"I need to talk to Zee," The brunette said abruptly, "Alone, please."

Tyler and Caroline did not look happy at that, although Atticus and Bonnie nodded understandingly and with that, Zatanna followed Elena in her room, closing the door behind her (Zatanna had no doubts that the rest of the Baby Scooby Gang plus Atticus and Vicki had their ears pressed up against said door).

"Okay, what's wrong?" Zatanna asked, taking a seat atop Elena's bed.

The brunette wringed her hands together before she burst into tears again and launched herself into Zatanna's arms.

Zatanna grunted at the force and wrapped her arms around the doppelgänger reflexively, as if on habit, her hands came up to smooth back the thick brown locks as she hummed reassuringly.

"I can't help you, Elena, if you don't tell me what the matter is." The witch spoke clearly.

Elena pulled back, her face a sticky mess of tears and snot before sobbing out; "I'm adopted!"

There was a loud thump from the other side of the door.

And Zatanna blinked; once, twice and then thrice for good measure.

Oh.

"Oh," She said out loud, then paused, and then resumed; summing up the entire situation in two eloquent words;

"Well, shit."

Elena nodded through her blubbering and hysterical cries.

Zatanna grabbed the newly turned twelve-year old's face and rubbed away the tear tracks before speaking in a soothing tone of voice, "Elena, I'm going to need you to calm down and tell me exactly how you found out about this."

Because, seriously, this was an unexpected development.

"Y-you…believe me?" Elena hiccuped, trying to take in deep breathes.

The Asturias witch's lips curved upwards into a small reassuring smile. "I know you wouldn't lie about something this important, not with the way you're crying, so go ahead, querida, take your time calming down and then tell me everything."

Elena nodded before inhaling heavily and then exhaling loudly, this continued as Zatanna rubbed soft circles against the brunette's back.

The witch supposed that while this was an entirely unforeseen circumstance, she also shouldn't be too wholly surprised. The changes in Elena's personality had already caused rather large ripples and Zatanna was also unsure how this would affect the entire timeline, things were going so differently but perhaps that wasn't a bad thing; she had already decided to fuck everything up and so what if things were changing? If the entire timeline had shifted wildly? It didn't matter because she would try her damned best to make sure the changed circumstances turned out for the better. There would be no unneeded drama and no stupid decisions made, not if she could help it.

She was would ensure it (or try to, because she was being a tad bit too confident, but hey, she was an Asturias and therefore superior, no fucks given otherwise).

"Okay. Okay," Elena took in a deep quivering breath, "Okay, it happened this morning, I was up really early and was watching Looney Tunes, but I guess I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, I heard Mom and U-uncle John talking in the kitchen…and…uh" Her lips quivered and tears filled her eyes again and Zatanna was quick to pull the young girl in her arms and shush her.

"It's okay, just breathe." Zatanna said softly.

Elena nodded against her shoulder before clearing her throat and continuing, "Right, they were arguing quietly and at first I didn't really understand what they were saying and figured I should leave. But Mom sounded so angry, I couldn't help but eavesdrop."

She looked slightly guilty but also unrepentant and Zatanna suppressed her amused smirk.

"Uncle John said something like since Dad was…Dad was gone-" Elena looked downcast here and Zatanna suddenly had mixed feelings over Grayson Gilbert's death; on one hand she couldn't blame Enzo for killing him and honestly she didn't even care about his death but on the other hand he was a good father to his children so at least he wasn't a complete heartless arsehole, "-Uncle John should take me in, Mom got really angry at that and they started arguing but then Uncle John said that I was his r-real daughter and that Mom and Dad had j-just uh…adopted me, Mom was really shocked b-because she didn't say anything for a minute –and…and I think she didn't know either…about Uncle John being my, uh, m-my real dad…maybe…and then she punched him, I guess, and hissed something I couldn't really hear and…and…What do I do?!"

Zatanna nodded to herself and resumed rubbing circles against Elena's back. On one hand she was pleased that Miranda had punched John in the face (it would explain his black eye –it was also hilarious and she mentally marked it as another one of Miranda's awesome features; able to throw a damned good punch) and on the other hand she mused about John Gilbert's sheer guts to actually make such a suggestion; after all, he was the one who gave up his daughter and suddenly he expected to have rights over her?

Zatanna was tempted to turn him into a frog.

Wait, no. That was unoriginal, a mosquito seemed better suited and the irony might just kill the Gilbert before anything else (you know, because mosquitoes suck blood and so do vampires and Johnny boy hates vampires).

Anyways, two significant points stood out to Zatanna after hearing Elena's explanation; the first being that Miranda Gilbert had not been aware that John was Elena's biological father (this made her want to punch Grayson because he should have told his wife –that lousy waste of space) and the second being that Elena was far more observant in this timeline i.e she was less lost in her happy bubble of obliviousness and more aware of events occurring around her.

Which was a good thing, to be fair, and Zatanna didn't care that the events were already changing; that was what she wanted didn't she? Besides, you only get one life to live and even then you didn't have the advantage that she already did; which was knowing most of the events which would have occurred (even if they might not go in the same order as in the show timeline –or happen at all if she had a say about it- but who the fuck cared, right?).

Now, all she needed to do, was handle the current situation.

Elena was still sniffing and breathing rather heavily but was also relatively calmer than before, Zatanna felt a pang of sympathy for the young girl but also knew that she needed to quickly salvage the situation. There was no need for unnecessary drama, and the best way to do that was to handle it in a calm manner.

"Okay, Elena," Zatanna began, her mind made up and her tone soft yet firm, "I know that right now, you must be feeling confused and probably having an identity crisis but you need to think about what you're going to do next," The witch smiled reassuringly at the panicked look sent her way, "You asked me what you're going to do, let me ask you something, do you love your mum? Because she is your mum, isn't she? She raised you and loved you and took you in with open arms. She loves you, Elena."

"And I love her, she-she's mom!" Elena exclaimed fiercely, as if that explained everything and Zatanna could not help but smile approvingly.

"Exactly, so I'm merely going to suggest an idea of what you should do, the rest is your choice." That was well put, if Zatanna did say so herself, it would bring Zatanna's proposition to Elena's attention while also making the doppelgänger feel like she had semblance of control over her actions.

Elena looked at her with alert eyes, her expression settling into a determined one.

The Asturias witch bit back a smile before saying in an assured tone of voice, "I think you should sit down and have calm talk with your mother. Don't make any dramatic assumptions, just…just talk to each other. Communicate. Tell her what's on your mind and let her explain her side of the story."

The newly turned twelve-year old nodded slowly and thoughtfully, "I like your idea. I-I'll do that, I don't care about Uncle John or my real mother. Mom is mom and Dad is dad. They took me in and raised me…and they…I love them." The brunette sounded more convinced as she spoke, her doe-brown eyes blazing with emotion.

Zatanna ignored the revulsion that rose within her at the mention of Grayson Gilbert and instead concentrated on the sudden fondness she felt for not only Elena but all the young ones present behind Elena's locked door.

They were not meant to grow on her, but they did. Innocent, mischievous children, who had so much more depth to them then portrayed in the show. They had ingrained themselves in her life, and she couldn't imagine it otherwise.

They were hers.

Simply put, nothing else to it.

"Now, why don't you let those pitiful eavesdroppers in?" Zatanna suggested drily.

With a relieved giggle, Elena walked towards the door and threw the door open abruptly; making those leaning against it (Tyler, Caroline, Vicki and Jeremy) fall into a flailing heap with a shout of surprise.

As if just registering the door had opened; Jeremy and Caroline were quick to shoot up and launch themselves at Elena, tears in their eyes and blubbering words at the tip of their tongues.

"You're always going to be my sister!" Jeremy exclaimed with surprising ferocity, "I don't care if you're adopted!"

"And don't you dare worry, we're with you, for like, forever!" Caroline sobbed out.

Elena let out a mutated version of laugh, "You idiots," she said through tear-filled eyes and a wobbly smile, "You're not supposed to make me cry…ugh…I love you guys too."

Atticus came to stand next to her and gave her an exasperated look.

"I think this is a situation that perfectly encompasses the term 'shit has hit the fan'," He huffed out in their native tongue, "Although, I must give you credit where deserved, querida hermana; you handled it perfectly."

Zatanna preened under her older brother's praise before sending a smirk his way and informing him in Spanish, "I'm going to do something."

He gave her a faintly alarmed look, "This can't be good," He was quick to mutter to himself before leveling a curious glance in her direction, "Well, go on, tell me."

Zatanna had this urge to cackle loudly, instead she side-glanced at the rest of her kids before sparing a fleeting glance towards Elena's door which slammed shut in response to her will and simultaneously made all of the room's occupants, save for Atticus and Zatanna herself, jump violently in surprise.

"What was that?" Vicki looked spooked.

"Magic," Zatanna announced in an ominously low voice.

A pause as everybody stared at Zatanna in disbelief.

And then, Atticus cracked up.

"I swear it, you are the best little sister ever," He gasped out loud, "This…this right here is the perfect way to do the big reveal. Just brilliant. I love you."

She grinned mischievously at him before turning her eyes back to the rather deadpanned looking group of pubescent children.

"Seriously?" Caroline huffed, her brows pulling downwards, "This is not the time for jokes. Elena's having a crisis, for crying out loud."

"I'm not joking." Zatanna replied, her tone of voice bland and her expression dry. "Seriously, that's magic. I'm a witch and Atticus is a warlock."

Tyler rolled his eyes, "These jokes got old a long time ago."

"Tough crowd," The Asturias witch muttered to her brother before turning towards Bonnie, "She's a witch too." Zatanna pointed to her cousin.

Bonnie gasped, "Oh my god, Zee, rude!"

Atticus snorted.

Zatanna ignored her and pointed to Tyler, "You're an un-triggered werewolf," and then she pointed towards Elena, "You're a doppelgänger," and then towards Jeremy, "You're a potential supernatural hunter," And finally towards the Donovan siblings and Caroline, "And you're all relatively normal."

Atticus snorted again.

"Excuse you, Zee, there is nothing relatively normal about me. I'm one of a kind." Caroline's voice portrayed the genuine and personal offense she took to Zatanna's proclamation.

This time, Zatanna snorted.

"Of course, forgive me." She immediately apologized with a grin on her face.

"Seriously, Care?" Matt stared at the other blonde, "That's what you're concerned about and not at the fact that Zee and Ace just proclaimed most of us supernatural creatures?"

"I did not, in fact, say anything at all." Atticus interjected.

"You haven't exactly shown any concern over your sister's delusional exclamations!" Matt sounded a tad bit hysterical, in her opinion that is.

"Oi, I take offense to that." Zatanna droned lazily in response.

"What's a doppelgänger?" Elena frowned looking distracted as she asked Vicki, who shrugged in response.

"Who the hell cares?" Tyler scowled, sending an exasperated look in Elena's direction.

"You don't believe us, do you?" The female Spaniard questioned dryly.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "I just want some cake."

Atticus smirked, "I approve of your priorities, querida prima."

"I just wanna know what a doppelgänger is," Elena looked genuinely curious, "And is it cool?"

Zatanna tilted her head to the side, her eyes straying to the small birthday candles littered on top of Elena's nightstand, before smirking at her brother.

"I can prove it –we both can." Zatanna pointed to herself and Atticus.

"Go ahead," Vicki rolled her eyes, "I'd like to see this."

"Don't encourage them!" Matt cried out.

"Hey, come on, it'll be fun to see Zee and Ace make fools of themselves for once." Jeremy grinned.

"Yeah man," Tyler agreed, "It'll be fun."

"I think this is all stupid." Caroline stated bluntly.

"Then you're going to love this." Atticus spoke sardonically, as he watched his sister fetch a tiny birthday candle from the wooden table by Elena's bedside.

Zatanna dramatically presented the candle to her unimpressed audience before giving a wicked grin and snapping her fingers near the candle wick, making a small flame ignite and blaze slightly before it burned in a constant manner.

The group of pubescent children stared.

"But that was nothing more than a poor excuse of an opening act," Zatanna commented carelessly. "Now, watch this."

She stuck a finger beneath the flame burning upon the tip of the candle wick and when she pulled the appendage away, the small flame followed. She placed the ball of fire in the middle of the palm of her other hand and steadily made it grow larger in size, until it encompassed her entire palm.

Still, no one made a sound as they stared in stunned horror; simply watching as the ball of fire did not burn Zatanna's hand and floated from her own hand towards Atticus' offered one. When the flame ball reached his hand, it blazed brightly, shooting up dangerously before returning to its previous palm-sized appearance.

And they continued to watch, as both Atticus and Zatanna seemed to come alive, their eyes intense and there smirks wicked.

Zatanna pitied them momentarily, maybe she shouldn't have sprung it upon them; but hey, there's no time like the present, right?

She followed her brother's movements as he manipulated the flame to change form into a falcon and then, her eyes followed the fire-falcon as it flew around the room.

The young Spaniard eyed the still gaping band of children and momentarily considered the rather large change she just made and –she eyed the speechless yet intrigued Vicki here- the effects it would have on their group's dynamics.

Nothing bad, if she had anything to do with it (and she had everything to do with it). In fact, she was sure this would bring them closer together, as no one would be left behind. They were hers and she had always taken care of what was hers.

The flame dissipated into thin air when Atticus waved his hand and the Asturias siblings turned to stare at their audience.

There was silence.

And then-

-Matt dropped in a faint.

There was complete pandemonium as Zatanna blinked; voices speaking over each other and thin forms crowding around her, Atticus and an unconscious Matt.

Well, she supposed she would first have to do some damage control.

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Zatanna breathed through her nose, trying to suppress her irritation as she buried her face within the soft and cool recesses of her pillow.

There was a blissful silence that followed.

And then the fucking doorbell rang. Again.

Zatanna would murder whoever was on the other side.

The Asturias witch violently swung herself out of her comfortable bed and threw open her room door; she marched out with naught a single shred of grace she usually carried herself with (her etiquettes tutor would have been horrified) and narrowly missed slamming into her equally annoyed and equally sleepy brother.

Both grumbled and stalked down the stairs to reach the large glass doors of their mansion and preferably chewing into whoever was on the other side (because it was too damn early).

The siblings paused once they spotted both their father and Enzo sitting in a companionable silence in the living room, each man on one of the two armchairs placed on either side of the unlit fireplace.

"What the hell?" Atticus grumbled, running a hand through his tousled locks.

Enzo grinned, his ebony-brown eyes lit up with mischief. "There's someone for you at the door." He commented while sipping at the cup of tea he held in his hand.

"No! Truly?" Zatanna gasped sarcastically.

"You could do so much better than that." Her father remarked in an offhanded manner as he read through the newspaper.

Atticus rolled his eyes and poked his head out of the living room to peek across the hallway and through the large glass front-doors.

"It's the baby Scooby gang." Her brother muttered, suddenly looking tired and amused. "I blame you for this, Zatanna."

She did not reply to this; she had thought the two of them had satisfied the shocked group of pubescent children in answering their queries (ridiculous as they were) the previous night (after the, admittedly, hilarious big reveal of their true magical –and superior, never forget superior- nature), but it seemed she was mistaken.

"It's too early for this." Zatanna groaned out loud.

This made both adults opposite of her pause in their actions and stare at her in a decidedly amused manner.

"It's one in the afternoon, love." Enzo pointed out.

"You weren't supposed to be sleeping in this late," Their father reminded them, "I only let you because you had a late night and had requested as such."

For a moment, Zatanna was tempted to throw something; it was for the very reason her father had voiced out that she was so annoyed. The two siblings rarely ever had days where they were allowed to sleep in; and upon attaining such a day, it had been spoiled by the kids who did not have an ounce of patience. Couldn't they have waited four more hours?

"Why didn't you at least open the door?" She asked instead in a very resigned manner.

"They're here to see you." Was the answer her father provided her –accompanied with a borderline sadistic grin (She loved her father, truly, but she was also very tempted to through a temper tantrum).

She turned reproaching eyes towards the vampire who was very blatantly smirking at them.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Atticus accused Enzo.

"Immensely, I assure you."

Observing Enzo suddenly filled the reborn witch with a sense of accomplishment; it had been a long year for all of them.

Grayson Gilbert's death had resulted in a grief filled period for his wife and children and (no matter how much she abhorred him) Zatanna and Atticus had understood the feeling brought on with the loss of a parent, and so the siblings had stayed in Mystic Falls to support the Gilbert family.

Not only that but they had also stayed for Enzo. The former Augustine-vampire did not initially start staying with them (she supposed that his own immediate feelings of familial loyalty and affection for them had confused him), he often disappeared for weeks on the end and while she hadn't quite approved of it (because she needed to protect this vampire and make him happy, damn it) she also understood that he had needed it; to perhaps gain a semblance of independence and control that he had been robbed of for most of his life.

To be fair, she, too, had been a little more than bewildered at the intensity of the bond forged between the vampire and the siblings. She had first assumed it might have been because perhaps Enzo was a distant relative of sorts but that thought had been quickly shot down by her father.

"I told you, mi hija," Her father had said once she shared her thoughts with him, "Everyone from our family has the same eyes; there are no exceptions, no matter how distantly related. Enzo is not a member of our family, not that it matters, your bond has been made as such that you will not be able to differ him as anything else. He has been claimed as family by the magic that flows within you and your hermano's veins. Hence, he is treated as such."

She remembered inspecting her father carefully then, recalling his lack of surprise when she and Atticus had informed him of the bond they had made with a tortured vampire. "You knew didn't you, Papa?" She had questioned him. "Somehow, you knew we would bond with a vampire; with Enzo."

And the smile Ignacio Asturias had given her in return was both chilling and mischievous. "I did," He confirmed, "Because I saw it."

And that had been the confirmation Zatanna had needed to assure herself that her father did in fact have 'the sight' or perhaps a more apt description would be 'seer-like qualities'. It might also explain his reasons as to why they lived in Mystic Falls (she recalled the conversation he had with her mother –it was so long ago- which had led to moving to Mystic Falls; her mother had asked him about what he had 'seen').

But she had strayed in her thoughts; the period of coming and going for Enzo became less frequent overtime and (much to her and Atticus' joy) he was seen around their house a lot more (he would still go off for days on the end but he would always return and that was enough); in some measure it was because trust was being developed and partially because her father now conducted therapy sessions with the vampire as well.

In fact her father had such sittings with her brother too –because it didn't take long for her to figure out Enzo had caused the evil doctor's death and Atticus was just as smart –if not more- as she was. But where she was used to death (and wasn't that sad?), Atticus was not and had many conflicting emotions regarding Enzo's actions (not that he felt sad for the doctor's death but more so because it was Enzo who had done the deed or that it was the vampire's actions that had resulted in his death). Her father had immediately gathered as much and seen to having a talk with her brother.

This had resulted in a chain reaction where all three of them (i.e Zatanna, Atticus and Enzo) had scheduled routine talks with the Asturias patriarch.

It was hilarious actually.

"I'm letting them in." Atticus' voice snapped her out of her musings. "And then-" Her brother glowered at Enzo and their father. "-you handle them."

Enzo smirked, "Well, who told you to reveal it to them like that? Why didn't you prefer to tell the truth in a much more calm setting?"

"Hey, it was her idea, not mine." Atticus pointed at her.

She scowled at him, "I didn't hear any objection from you. Besides, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Children," Their father turned a page of the newspaper, "Don't fight."

Zatanna huffed and watched her brother walk out of the living room all white muttering under his breath when the doorbell rang again.

The ensuing loud voices that emitted from the hallway of their entrance made her wince.

"And so it begins." The former Augustine-vampire remarked as each and every member of her (because, yes, they were most definitely hers, no matter how annoyed she might be at their horrible sense of timing) baby Scooby-gang.

"Cállate, Enzo. Please. I'm too tired." She grumbled.

"You're tired?" Elena's voice filtered through the living room and she sounded outraged. "I'm the one who stayed up all night because I still don't know what a doppelgänger is!"

"You're the one who was asking ridiculous questions last night," Atticus rolled his eyes, "Can you make me fly, Ace? Hey, can I join your cult and become a cool magic person too, Zee? Can you guys do some magic cheats during exams?" He mimicked in a high-pitched voice.

"Hey, we were adjusting." Elena defended.

"How did your talk with your mother go?" Zatanna changed the topic while turning to face the entire group of pubescent children (and wow, they were all here, such dedication).

The smile that found its way on Elena's face might as well have brightened the entire room and Zatanna couldn't help but forget about her irritation and found herself reciprocating Elena's infectious happiness.

"Really good, I take it?" Atticus commented softly, a smile on his face.

Elena nodded with great vigour, glancing back at Tyler who stood by her shoulder almost protectively (interesting). "I love mom." She spoke in a voice that shook with emotion, her expression lacked the hysterical conflict and emotion that had been plaguing her incessantly the previous day.

"Good for you, Seňorita." Her brother ruffled the brunette's hair.

"But, let's talk about that later, you need to answer our questions." Elena smacked at Atticus' hand.

"Yeah, like what's an un-triggered werewolf?" Tyler scowled.

"Also, how am I a witch? Is it cool?" Bonnie looked curious and excited, "I mean, duh, they're cool, cause you guys were really cool last night but can I do stuff like that?"

"Can you become a witch?" Caroline bounced on her feet.

"What else exists in the supernatural world?" Jeremy inquired, standing close to his sister.

"Why didn't we know about this before?" Matt fretted, still looking like he wanted to ignore the recently revealed revelations.

"Who's that?" Vicki pointed at Enzo.

A pause as the Asturias siblings blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep up with the questions.

The silence only broken by a low whistle from Enzo and an amused chuckle from their father.

"Well," Her father's deep voice made his Spanish accent sound more pronounced, "What a bright lot of children, you are."

Bonnie looked at the Asturias patriarch with wide hazel-green eyes, "No way, Uncle Ignacio, did you know about all of this?"

The Spaniard smiled kindly at the young Bennett –the young girl who was much like a niece to him, "Of course I do, Seňorita Bonita, I'm a warlock myself."

"That's so cool!" Admiration shone in her eyes.

"Seriously?" Matt looked sick at the idea that an adult was confirming the admissions made.

Zatanna suddenly had a very petty urge to brag because, come on, her father was the coolest.

"Papa taught us everything we know," Zatanna informed her friends, a smug smirk thrown their way.

"And we still have much to learn," Atticus agreed. "Currently, dad is the strongest Asturias."

"Not necessarily true," The amused man interjected, "My brother –your uncle is a close second, perhaps my equal. The point is you never stop learning, especially as an Asturias; limitless possibilities, remember, hijos míos? I do, however, know that both of you, precious children of mine, have the potential to surpass us with great ease."

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"You have a brother?!" Zatanna blurted out in disbelief.

"What the-" Atticus sputtered before reverting to Spanish, "Papa! How could you not tell us? A hermano?"

"We have an uncle?!" Zatanna continued to gape. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Their father offered them a mischievous smirk. "You never asked."

Enzo snorted.

"Right, as amusing as it is to see you both lose your composure," Vicki smirked at the magical siblings. "I really don't care about it at the moment-"

"Vicki," Matt interjected. "Rude."

"-so can we please go back to answering our questions?"

And once more, Zatanna appreciated the brutally blunt aspect of Vicki Donovan's personality. She was still relatively stable and had a certain cunning in her eyes that Zatanna wanted to explore; to encourage. She wanted to give the two Donovans a purpose; something that gave their life meaning, something that didn't encourage one to turn to drugs and the other to be lost with his life decisions.

"Right, um…that's Enzo," Zatanna answered Vicki's previously asked question (the witch was still flustered, to be honest).

"He's a vampire." Atticus blurted.

There was a small moment of silence as everyone processed this newest piece of information; while Enzo blinked before sending a short glare in Atticus' direction.

"No. Way." Caroline was gaping, her mouth opening and closing like a fish; a comical sight it was.

Elena was making strange choked sounds as she starting violently punching at Tyler's arm, who was too stunned to react to her physical abuse. Matt looked dangerously close to fainting again while his older sister looked more interested then Zatanna had ever seen her, Jeremy just watched with surprising sharp eyes.

"That's so cool!" Bonnie gushed suddenly and flounced over to Enzo, who leaned back at the sudden intrusion of his personal space, "You're so cool," Bonnie decided, a bright smile on her face before she frowned and raised a brow sassily, "Show me your fangs, please."

"A brother," Atticus murmured to himself, sending a betrayed glance towards their father.

"Get over it, man." Tyler told him, patting his shoulder as the young Lockwood approached the vampire as well.

"You don't get over stuff like that." Atticus protested before turning to his sister. "How are you not shocked?"

"I'm astounded beyond measure," Zatanna intoned flatly, "But I prefer not to think of it now, I'm compartmentalizing you could say."

Atticus gave her a droll look.

"Children." Their father warned, an annoyingly amused smirk on his face.

"Yes, thank you Mister A, clearly someone here knows that there are more important matters; like how that guy is a vampire." Caroline exclaimed in a shrill voice that had most of them wincing.

"You two annoy me." Enzo called out to the two magical siblings as all of the baby Scooby gang surrounded him.

"Show us your fangs please." Caroline suddenly did a one-eighty as her voice turned sweet and polite and a charming grin touched her lips.

"Are you not scared?" Enzo questioned looking genuinely interested in their answer.

"Nah," Jeremy smiled lazily, "If you wanted to hurt us then you would have done so already." He pointed out wisely.

"Besides," Tyler shrugged, "Ace and Zee trust you, so does Mister A. So that mean's your cool."

Enzo looked like he wanted to laugh while also tear his hair out. "Today's generation," He muttered to himself before offering the keen and bright-eyed children in front of him a half-smile (Zatanna thought that was a good sign), "Are you sure you want to see? It's not a very pretty sight and I already warn you to let go of all the romantic conceptions regarding vampires."

"Don't keep us hanging!" Elena exclaimed excitedly, half hanging over both Tyler and Jeremy's shoulder in an attempt to get a clearer glimpse of Enzo's face.

The former Augustine-vampire glanced at their father before returning his gaze back to the group of pubescent children and right before their eyes, his face morphed into those horrifically beautiful features found only in a vampire; His lips had parted to revealed his razor-sharp elongated canines; the veins surrounding his eyes had darkened and resembled black spider webbings and the sclera of his eyes had saturated with blood and were a dark and deep red in color.

"Okay, I kind of was not expecting that." Matt gave an uneasy smile.

"Intriguing though," Vicki moved closer to inspect Enzo's face.

Bonnie was simply fascinated and whirled around to look at her cousins witch excitement.

"Okay, this is cool!" She laughed, "And you said I'm a witch?"

"The entire Bennett family is." Zatanna informed, smiling fondly, glancing at Enzo through the corner of her eyes as he allowed his vampire features to recede. "It has a lot of details. You're a Bennett witch. We, on the other hand, are Asturias witches."

"Family Bloodlines." Jeremy guessed correctly, both he and Tyler turning to look at them.

"Right, and it needs a lot of explaining, Seňorita Bonita, and it's a conversation for another day, preferably with Seňora Bennett." The Spanish Lord interjected before his children could dive into the intricacies of being a witch.

"Oh." Bonnie looked disappointed.

"Please tell me what's a doppelgänger is." Elena asked taking a seat upon the large couch of the living room.

"It means you're a mirror image of someone else." Zatanna informed. "In the supernatural world, you are a rare occurrence and a sort of punishment to the person you originally look like."

"That's depressing." Elena deadpanned.

"Hush, don't interrupt. Now, your particular bloodline is known commonly as the Petrova lineage; you're a Petrova doppelgänger. A mirror image of three other known women."

Elena scowled. "I'm one of a kind, damn it. That sucks."

Zatanna sent a glare in Elena's direction. "Stop interrupting. The original woman you resemble; her name was Amara and she existed over two thousand years ago in Ancient Greece." By now everyone was listening with avid attention, "She was the handmaiden to a powerful witch called 'Qetsiyah'; who was by the way a distant ancestor of the Bennett bloodline," Here she glanced at Bonnie.

"Qetsiyah was betrothed to a handsome and powerful witch whom she loved very much; Silas and one thing led to another, Qetsiyah ended up making an immortality elixir that she intended for Silas and herself to drink at their wedding so they could spend an eternity together."

"But, like always, what followed was utter drama; turns out Silas loved Amara and stole the elixir and drank it together with Amara on Qetsiyah's wedding day. Enraged, Qetsiyah hunted them down, made a cure for the immortality elixir, dessicated Amara and then neutralized Silas, entombing him on a remote island."

"That's brings a whole new meaning to 'Hell hath no fury then that of a woman scorned'." Matt commented drily.

"Anyways," Zatanna continued, "She buried him with the single dosage of the cure she made and a choice, either take the cure and die or remain trapped and rot as an immortal being. Although Silas wanted to die so he could join Amara who he thought mistakenly was dead, he chose eternal life just to spite Qetsiyah."

"Qetsiyah was not satisfied. She knew that when Silas took the cure and die a mortal death he would find peace and be reunited with Amara in peaceful afterlife; she hated that thought. So she created an entire supernatural purgatory, where all supernatural creatures go to when they die. Its commonly known as 'The Other Side'. She bound the purgatory to Amara as she needed an eternal anchor to make sure the Other Side never collapsed."

"This further ensured that Silas and Amara would never be reunited; as, if Silas did succeed in dying he could never be reunited with Amara as she was the anchor to the purgatory. That had its own side-affects; Amara being the anchor was also the gateway to the purgatory. Meaning all deceased supernatural spirits had to pass through her to enter the Other Side. Unfortunately that meant Amara would feel the pain of the deaths of every deceased supernatural."

"Oh my god, Qetsiyah's psychotic." Elena screeched.

"Uh-huh, now, when Silas and Amara became immortal they violated nature's laws," Zatanna sounded mocking here, "So nature created doppelgänger's; mortal shadow-selves of Silas and Amara who could die in the place of their Immortal ancestors to retain nature's balance."

"Why do say it like that?" Bonnie frowned at the belittling tone her cousin had adopted when speaking of nature.

"All witches, except the Asturias, are bound to nature and have to follow the rules of nature and to keep the bloody balance; they are literally called 'Servants of Nature'," Atticus rolled his eyes, "Mother Nature is selfish. If she doesn't like the way her magic is being used then then she blocks the flow of her magic going to a certain witch or warlock."

"That sucks…" Bonnie scowled. "But wait, you said you weren't bound to nature? Then what are you guys, uh…'bound to'?"

"A conversation for another day." Zatanna smirked, "Now, where was I? Oh yes, the known doppelgängers after Amara were; Tatia Petrova and Katerina Petrova who was also known as 'Katherine Pierce'. Since the creation of a doppelgänger was a consequence of the use of nature's magic; their existence is supernatural and as such their blood can be used as a binding agent in powerful spells."

"That's what happened to Tatia; who was born a thousand years ago. At the time, she was a widow with a child and stuck in a love triangle with two brothers."

"I hate love triangles," Elena rolled her eyes. "What a slu-uhhh," Elena stumbled over her words suddenly aware of a rather bemused Ignacio and amused Enzo staring at her.

"Harlot?" Atticus offered helpfully, smiling sheepishly at the stern glance their father threw at him.

"Even your insults sound cool." Tyler chortled.

"Why don't you continue the lesson, querida hermana?" Atticus smiled tightly, trying not to stare at their father's disapproving expression.

"Right, the names of the brothers were Niklaus and Elijah; they were part of the Mikaelson family. The father and head of the family was Mikael, the mother Esther, then seven children, from eldest to youngest they were; Freya, Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik. The mother was a witch and out of all her children only two had awakened their magical potential; Freya who supposedly died due to a plague in Europe -which caused them to voyage to the new world and settled in a small village which is now known as 'Mystic Falls'- and the second youngest son; Kol."

"Oh, that's awesome!" Jeremy laughed before frowning thoughtfully, "Hey that means that the whole founder's council is kinda fake."

"That's hilarious," Vicki smirked. "That means none of the family's actually found anything."

"It is an arrogant notion," Their father agreed.

"And just you wait till I tell you the reality behind the Founder's council," Enzo grinned in a decidedly sadistic manner.

"What's the truth?" Matt asked, he and Caroline leaned forward, almost falling off their seats on the couch.

"They hunt vampires, hold up for a minute, sweetlings; I'm getting to it." Zatanna huffed out a laugh, "Anyways, the village they had settled in was inhabited by both witches and werewolves, apart from the humans of course; in fact the resident powerful witch there who had also become a mentor to Esther was called 'Ayana' and she is our maternal ancestor," Zatanna looked at Bonnie.

"Okay yeah," Tyler leaned forward, "You called me an un-triggered werewolf?"

Zatanna hesitated for a moment, "It's not pretty, Tyler," She admitted grimly, "This is a hereditary trait, a family inherited one."

"Wait, that means-"

"-You inherited the gene from one of your parents; in this case your father." Zatanna confirmed, "Being a werewolf, an un-triggered one means you have a horrible temper, one that gets worse as the full moon gets closer, you're naturally stronger too."

"How do you…," Tyler cleared his throat, "How do you trigger the curse?"

"By killing someone, be it accidental or not, intentional or not" Atticus explained. "Then its hell for the triggered werewolf every full moon. Their bones break and reset themselves following the transition from a human to wolf. It's very painful."

Tyler had paled and looked close to crying, Elena grasped his hand in reassurance and stared at him through fierce brown eyes. "It won't happen, we'll be there for you. Don't worry."

As one, the rest of them gathered around Tyler in silent support.

"Yeah, don't worry, you have us at your side." Atticus grinned calmly.

"Even if you do trigger the curse, know that you have the Asturias as friends."

"I'm not going to kill someone!" Tyler almost yelled.

"I'm not saying you are, but you never know what might happen." Zatanna assured soothingly, reaching forward to smooth back Tyler's hair in an almost maternal manner.

"Why don't you continue?" Enzo suggested after a moment of silence.

"Alright, since the men at those times were warriors, well… almost everyone in the village was a triggered werewolf, so every full moon the normal humans, witches and un-triggered werewolves hid in secured caves."

"But one night, Henrik the youngest brother and the most curious of them, convinced Niklaus to take him to see the werewolves. Unable to deny his littlest brother anything, he conceded."

"It didn't end well, did it?" Caroline bit her lip.

"No, Henrik was mauled to death." Zatanna shook her head. "In grief, Esther not wanting to lose any more of her children stole Ayana's grimoire and cast an altered version of the immortality spell Qetsiyah had used. She needed to use the doppelgänger's blood for it; which meant Tatia's. She first tested the spell upon her husband, but to become immortal he needed to die after drinking the spell potion. He came back alive and was more superior even to the werewolves in their village."

"That very night, she and Mikael laced their children's wines with the spell elixir and when they drank them, Mikael ran his children through their hearts with a sword." Zatanna paused at the shocked gasps that ensued.

Bonnie let out an outraged huff, "Mikael sounds horrible!"

"He was a cruel father," Atticus nodded. "He was Viking, Sí? And well…he valued strength."

Matt scowled. "What a loser."

Zatanna grinned at him, "Back to the history lesson, so since they had taken the potion, the children woke up but they also needed to complete their transition to eternal life by drinking blood; Mikael force-fed his children the blood of a local villager and the children found themselves stronger and faster than ever before."

"Wait, you said they drank blood," Vicki looked more alert than ever, "Is this…A-are you telling us the origin story of vampires?"

"Clever girl," Enzo grinned, "To be fair, I didn't know all these clear details either. I have found, that the Asturias Family has very accurate historical records; not that I expected any less," Their vampire sent them a teasing glance, "Bloody powerful lot, you are."

Zatanna would shamelessly admit that she preened under his praise.

"You know," Elena had an odd expression on her face, "Listening to your story…I forgot for a moment that it's not a story. It's…Its real, isn't it? Everything you're telling us is the truth and the actual reality, these people; they're real too. They actually exist."

Atticus had a sympathetic expression on his face, "I know it's all very confusing and extremely shocking. But yes, this is, all of it, nothing but the truth."

"And Enzo's right," Zatanna nodded to the vampire, "The Asturias have all the accurate records, nothing about the history we have documented is false. Our database is the only correct one that exists." And Zatanna was speaking the truth; even without her memories, every part of the events she was telling them had already been recorded by her family. "If you do hear anything else know it's false, this I can assure you of. No one other than our family has that knowledge nor do we prefer to share it."

"Why are you telling us, then?" Jeremy asked curiously.

At this, the Asturias family –and yes this included both Ignacio and Enzo- gave them a bemused look.

"Annoyingly," Zatanna huffed in slight exasperation, "You all have grown on me, and seeing most of you are supernatural, I wouldn't wanting you to enter this world without having the right facts and knowledge."

Atticus nodded in agreement, "Let me tell you one thing very seriously; in the supernatural world, there is no such thing as ignorance is bliss; ignorance will get you killed. Know this, Knowledge is always power."

The children in front of them looked overwhelmed and Zatanna nudged Atticus, sending him an annoyed scowl, he blinked before shrugging guiltily.

"Continue love," Enzo interjected.

"Right, but after their transition into vampires, it was discovered that their vampirism had its own drawbacks; Their mother had called upon the sun for life and as a side-affect the sun burned them, it wasn't until their mother enchanted lapis lazuli rings for them that helped them walk in the sun, unharmed."

"They are called 'Daylight rings' commonly," Enzo piped in helpfully, "It can be any jewelry, really, but it must have an enchanted lapis lazuli stone. That's the important bit."

"Do you have one?" Caroline asked.

Enzo smirked and nodded at Zatanna and Atticus, "They made me one," And the he presented the platinum band placed around the forefinger of his right hand; it had a lapis lazuli inlay and was more subtle and stylish than the obvious and gaudy jewelry vampires usually wore. "Fun fact; not many vampires have the privilege to own a piece of daylight jewelry and those that do, have horribly large and blatantly obvious pieces. So if you are all observant enough, you would notice and instantly recognize a vampire through that."

"Why don't the vampires have daylight jewelry?" Tyler spoke up, his brows furrowed downwards.

"Usually they need witches to cast the spell, and since each of them are servants of natures, except the Asturias, well… they hate vampires." Zatanna explained.

"Why?"

"I'm getting to it, patience querida," She rolled her eyes, "Anyways, they discovered that they could not enter the homes of their neighbours without an invitation. They were also burned by the vervain flowers that grew at the base of the great white oak tree that Esther had called upon for immortality. Also, since they were literally the living dead; they could not age nor could they have children of their own."

"The worst of their side effects was the sheer bloodlust they experienced, since blood was used in their transition; blood was needed to keep them strong. They also discovered that the wood of that particular white oak tree could be used to kill them if it was driven through their hearts. So they burned the tree and became truly indestructible."

"Their bloodlust also led to them losing control; Elijah lost himself to the more primal, predatory part of himself and ended up accidently killed Tatia; draining her of blood. Hysterical at his own actions Elijah took her to his mother hoping she could save Tatia; but she was already dead. Esther seeing the guilt that threatened to consume her son, used a spell to repress his memory of the event. Meanwhile, Niklaus, too, had made his first kill but when he did, it revealed Esther's deepest, darkest secret."

"Niklaus was the illegitimate child of Esther and a werewolf leader; Ansel. After Freya's supposed death-"

"Why do you say it like that?" Vicki asked.

Zatanna almost smirked approvingly, "Because Freya didn't really die, Esther had been infertile and could not have a child but she begged for help from her older sister, who, herself, dabbled in nature's dark magic; which by the way isn't really dark magic, it's just the magic that is very hard to control provided by nature, a rather consuming branch of magic for servants of nature. Anyways, her sister, Dahlia, cast a spell that resulted in Esther being able to bear children, but in return every first born child of Esther's bloodline would have be given up."

"Dahlia took away Freya, didn't she?" Caroline realized.

"Yes and Mikael didn't know because Esther lied and told him their daughter had passed away because of the plague. This caused them to leave Europe but also resulted in Mikael growing cold and distant with his wife; it was during this time that Esther started her affair with Ansel and gave birth to his son, but passed him of as Mikael's son when she saw that her pregnancy had made them grow closer again. She forbid Ansel from coming near his son and in fear that Niklaus might one day activate his werewolf side, she made an amulet which made Niklaus physically very weak."

"That resulted in Niklaus being the frequent object of Mikael's fury and like I said, Mikael became very cold after Freya's abduction and abusive towards the rest of his children. Anyways, after seeing Niklaus transform into a wolf, Mikael came to the realization that he was not his son and was furious with his wife and turned his hatred towards Niklaus. Esther, in her shame, used the remaining blood from Tatia's body and cast a curse that bound Niklaus' werewolf side, she used a moonstone as the container of the spell."

"Betrayed by his Mother and unable to deal with his heightened emotions; because becoming a vampire results in really heightened emotions; in his fury, Niklaus killed his mother, realizing what he did and fearful of his siblings' reactions, he blamed it on their father. Since then, Mikael has spent his time hunting his abomination children; in particular Niklaus who started using a moniker of his name 'Klaus'."

"And this was how the Original Vampires were made; they are truly indestructible; while the sun does burn them, they cannot die as opposed to a normal vampire who would immediately burn to death."

"A werewolf's bite is fatal to a normal vampire, but the original while experiencing fevers and hallucinations for a few days' time period will eventually heal, Instead of dying by being run through the heart by a wooden stake as a normal werewolf would, they would be desiccated for a few hours at most before reviving; the only wooden stake that can kill them is that made of the white oak tree they burned down. They literally are the Originals and basically the royals of the entire vampire race. They do not have the weaknesses normal vampires do."

"In fact, all other vampires are descended from either one of the siblings." Zatanna completed.

"How does that work?"

"Well, someone can turn into a vampire by consuming the blood of a vampire and then killing themselves or if the die while the blood is still present in their systems; then after waking up, they are in transition and can only fully become vampires by consuming blood." Atticus explained.

"And since they were the first vampires, all other vampires must be part of their bloodlines." Vicki realized.

"Wait, wait, what about Silas and Amara; weren't they vampires, too?" Bonnie looked confused.

"Not at all," It was her father who spoke this time, he casually shifted his stance so he was leaning forward in his seat, his elbows balanced on top of his knees, and his eyes gleamed dark; resembling a raging storm, "You see, Amara and Silas were true immortals, Silas could use his magic when he turned immortal. However, when a witch turns into a vampire they lose their connection to nature; that's why they are regarded as abominations of nature, they disrupt the balance of nature. That's why most servants of nature abhor vampires."

"Okay, I seriously do not like the sound of being a witch who's bound to nature." Bonnie scowled.

"Yeah," Elena agreed. "Besides, being prejudiced against vampire? That sounds racist…uh…specie-ist…specie-racist?"

The rest of them nodded in agreement.

"I adore each and every one of you," Zatanna gleefully exclaimed.

This, right here, showed that while she probably should not have revealed the supernatural aspect of the world in the way she did, she also made the right call. The children in front of her were innocent in their thinking; but not in a naïve way, simply in a pure manner. The current reactions also showed the differences she had made here, the children were open in their thinking but not stupid. And she just felt so proud of each and every one of them.

"You are the oddest group of people I have ever met." Enzo looked torn between laughing and bolting.

Caroline gasped, "Don't tell me people are racist to you too!"

"Don't worry, Enzo," Jeremy nodded sagely, his unruly locks falling over his forehead. "We won't let that happen, I mean, so what if you're a vampire? Every person is capable of making their choices and that's what defines them."

"Yeah," Bonnie nodded. "I promise I won't be racist. I'll only be judgy if the person makes wrong and stupid decisions."

"In fact," Matt looked excited, "We can be the official protectors of the supernatural creature treated unfairly and uh…advocates for the uh… rights of supernatural creatures." He then looked at Vicki to see if he got it right.

"I'm done," Enzo got up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen, "Who here likes lasagna? It should be done in another fifteen minutes." His abrupt change of the topic showed his own overwhelmed deposition at the easy acceptance showed towards him.

He nodded at the calls of approval and disappeared out of sight upon entering the kitchen.

"Okay, so what happened next?" Tyler leaned forward in his seat.

"Yeah, what happened to Klaus and what about that other doppelgänger, Katerina?" Elena looked eager for answers.

Now, Zatanna hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should tell this part of the story just yet; it would mean revealing the importance of the doppelgänger to Klaus and as well as each of them had taken these new revelations in a stride, she was also aware of how Elena had just the previous night learned of an earth-shattering discovery that she was adopted; to know that Klaus was after her, well... that might lead to a complete emotional break-down.

It seemed her father was already ahead of her as he said in a clear voice, laced with authority; "The rest of the story will be told tomorrow," He said firmly, with an expression that quieted any objections before they arose, "Everything about Katerina, her connection to the originals and then her arrival here in Mystic Falls back in the late 19th century. We'll tell you about the Asturias after Bonnie has had her conversation with her abuela. For now, let's wait for lunch."

The pubescent children nodded hesitantly, although Elena and Tyler looked suddenly uneasy.

"Hey, don't worry." Atticus attempted to reassure. "You've got us, remember?

Tyler gave a weak smile at that.

"Also," Here Atticus turned to their father, "Can we please go through the family tree?"

Zatanna understood his frustration, ever since the previous year and their encounter with Seňor Henry; the two siblings had been begging their father to get access to the large book of their magically self-updating family tree. Their father had only smirked insufferably and denied them access; for no apparent reason (but knowing him, there probably was one).

"You may." Ignacio nodded.

"But-" Atticus began to protest before pausing and staring at the man with a dumbfounded expression. "What?"

Their father gave him an unimpressed look, "I wasn't aware you were hard of hearing, mi hijo. Now, the book is only my study table, go fetch it from my office."

Zatanna blinked, "Wait a minute, you're telling me that sleek, huge, black covered book is the record of our family tree and it was lying on your desk –in plain sight, might I add, this whole time?"

"I was hoping you were observant enough to notice." He gave them a –and she was not joking- shit-eating grin.

"Papa," Atticus groaned before slipping out of the living room to fetch the thick book.

"You are very amusing to watch." Caroline smirked suddenly.

"Glad we could entertain you." Sarcasm oozed from Zatanna's tone.

Caroline was prevented from replying when Atticus returned with the book that was as large as his entire torso and twice as thick.

"You know," He grunted, "When I imagined the family records, I imagined an old and ancient book."

"I know right?" Zatanna waved at her brother animatedly.

"As if we would keep our family records in such a poor condition." Their father scoffed.

Atticus placed the book on the wooden table placed in between their living room, across the couch. He huffed, before sitting on the rugged floor and hefting the book open, flipping to the page that had a book mark in it.

The rest of the gang surrounded them and watched in fascination as the words on the large page darkened and aligned themselves in a certain order.

They first read through the names and titles written at the bottom of the page;

His Lordship, Don Atticus Tomás de Asturias y Bennett.

Her Ladyship, Doña Zatanna Elvira de Asturias y Bennett.

Both names were connected with a branch that signified their relationship as siblings.

"Woah, I'm taking that's some Spanish way to write your names?" Matt blinked.

Tyler leaned over Jeremy's shoulder for a clearer view, "I keep forgetting you guys are 'nobles'." He air-quoted nobles.

"Wait, but isn't your name Bennett-Asturias? Why is there Asturias before Bennett here?" Jeremy shoved Tyler away, his mouth twisting in irritation.

"Technically," Atticus began, "And legally our last name is Asturias-Bennett, in Spanish naming traditions; the fathers name comes before the mothers –well at least till recently where they made a law that it can be the other way around, but that wasn't the case when we were born. Also the women aren't really obligated to take their husband's name upon marriage. Anyways, there was a miss-type on our birth certificates where they put Bennett before Asturias, Papa got it corrected in the civil registry and birth certificate but Mama liked how Bennett-Asturias sounded so it kind of stuck." There was a fond smile on her brother's face. A bittersweet one.

"Oh, so legally, the name on your family tree is your real one?" Caroline clarified, her blue eyes bright and just so blue.

"Yes," Atticus said drily. "Indeed, how observant you are, Seňorita Forbes."

Caroline sassily raised an eyebrow at him but Zatanna shoving them both had their attentions returning to the open page.

Above their names were both their parent's names:

His Lordship, Don Ignacio Àlvaro de Asturias y Voclain.

Seňora Pauline Rosalie Bennett.

The two names were connected with a marriage branch and connecting the marriage branch between them and the sibling branch between Atticus and Zatanna was a single vertical line signifying their status as parents and children.

Connecting with their father's name was a sibling branch leading to a male name:

His Lordship, Don Lázaro Vicente de Asturias y Voclain.

"Tío Lázaro." Zatanna murmured under her breath before aiming her father with a betrayed expression, "How could you not tell us?"

"I'm your father," His lips twisted into a semblance of a smile, "I can do anything I desire."

At that, both his children stumbled over their words trying to form a response.

"Wait, wait, why does your father only use one last name and you guys two?" Elena asked.

"It's a choice, we can, for vocal use, pick one of our parents name –usually the fathers or both of them for normal everyday usage. Seriously, it's not that big of a deal." Zatanna muttered, her attention returning to the page where connected to the brother's names were those of their paternal grandparents:

His Lordship, Don Fabián Èric de Asturias y Azarola.

Seňora Clarisse Estelle Voclain.

And each name had a date of birth written beneath it (but curiously enough, there was no date of death for anyone other then their mother and grandmother, Zatanna decided she was not going to think about it).

And then as if suddenly coming to a simultaneous realization; both siblings turned to themselves and spoke in unison:

"Seňor Henry."

Their father grinned mischievously as his amusement flooded through his aura and Enzo walked out of the kitchen, his eyes dark yet warm seemed suddenly guarded.

Atticus sent a wave of calm towards the agitated vampire through their bond and Zatanna was quick to smile at him in a reassuring manner.

"Who's Seňor Henry?" Vicki's jade-green eyes gleamed with her thirst of knowledge.

"That's what we're trying to figure out." Atticus flipped through the pages of the book.

"He was born on 9th August, 1387," Their father piped in helpfully.

Zatanna paused and leveled her father with a half-suspicious stare, he looked much like a cat who ate the canary; she recalled that when they had described the events leading up to them finding Enzo in the mad doctor's office, their father was especially intrigued at the mention of 'Seňor Henry'.

When they had described his physical appearance and way of speaking, there father had been stunned; he had obviously recognized exactly which Henry they were talking about (and refused to tell them about him) and had regarded them with a stunned yet proud gaze.

"Found it!" Atticus crowed triumphantly before staring at the page as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes.

Zatanna almost shoved her brother away in her curiosity and was vaguely aware of Enzo leaning over the bowed heads of the children and inspecting the page with her.

His Highness, Seňor Enrique Plantagenet de Asturias; Rey de Inglaterra y de Francia, Seňor de Irlanda.

"Fuck off," Zatanna breathed in shock.

"Zatanna," The disapproval on her father's face was the least of her concerns.

"Uh, I don't understand what's written." Tyler pointed out the obvious and as if a reply to their question the book translated the words for them:

Seňor Enrique Plantagenet de Asturias; Rey de Inglaterra y de Francia, Seňor de Irlanda;

Sir Henry Plantagenet of Asturias; King of England and of France, Lord of Ireland.

"Oh hell no!" Vicki gaped. "No. Way. You're related to King Henry the fifth of England?!"

Zatanna's eyes swept upwards to look at who exactly his parents were because historically it was King Henry IV and Mary de Bohun; she observed that his father was indeed the same as recorded in history but his mother was entirely different;

Doña Beatriz de Asturias.

"Lady Beatrice of Asturias." Atticus translated for the benefit of the others before turning almost violently towards their father. "How?"

Ignacio Asturias tilted his head and his smirk was less humorous and more fierce; he was almost baring his teeth in a distinctly wolfish grin.

"Sometimes the history that was recorded is inaccurate." He pointed out the obvious. "Strange, isn't it? To find that you both are the direct descendants of the great king of England?"

"Direct descendent?" Zatanna repeated abruptly, a shrill tone added to her voice. "How? And what about Mary de Bohun?"

"Henry IV had an inconsistent relationship with his first cousin, Richard II. They did not get along much…As you know, Henry IV participated in Lords Appellant rebellion against Richard II." Their father began to explain, "This began from September 1386 and it is a commonly known fact among the Asturias that Henry wished to seize the throne from his cousin in this event. But to ensure his dynasty, Henry needed to have a male heir; he and his wife; Mary de Bohun had already lost their newborn son; Edward in 1382 after which his wife had not conceived a child for some years. So, dreading her infertility, Henry turned his sights to find a mistress; the exotic Spanish noble-woman who was visiting England."

"Beatriz de Asturias was a formidable witch, but even she could not have expected what happened next. Henry did not make his interest in her known; and struck unaware, Beatriz found herself drugged and forced upon. This event occurred in the late months of 1386 and Beatriz soon realized she was with child, it was some time after this that Henry discovered that his wife Mary, too, was pregnant."

"But he had already been warned by his physician that there would be complications during the entire term of the pregnancy for his wife. Beatriz, although burning with hatred for the man who forced himself upon her, welcomed the child that resulted from it and led a healthy pregnancy. Mary, on the other hand, was often unwell and it became apparent when she went into labour much earlier than expected. In fact, it was just a month prior that Beatriz, herself, had given birth to a child whom she named Enrique for her dearest older brother."

"Mary lost her child during this event but she was not aware of this fact as she had fallen into a temporary coma. Henry IV saw this as the perfect opportunity; he had already sired a healthy and strong son with Beatriz and since Mary was not aware of their stillborn son, he could pass the child he had with Beatriz as his and Mary's and therefore a legitimate son."

"Woah, this guy was both disgusting and a schemer of the highest level. What even?" Tyler shuddered.

"What's forced upon mean?" Jeremy asked, looking utterly clueless. "And I'm confused, how does that result in having a baby?"

There was a pause as both Zatanna and Atticus turned to their father; horror flooding their faces. Elena, Tyler and Caroline had paled. But Bonnie and Matt looked as confused as Jeremy, upon seeing Matt's confusion, Vicki's expression morphed into a murderous one (which she aimed at them; and wow, Zatanna did not know how protective she was of her little brother).

Enzo had turned away to snigger to himself and Zatanna could feel his amusement; bloody prat.

Both she and Atticus looked at their father hoping he would handle the situation, instead they found him smiling undisturbed, "Alright, who wants to know how babies are made?"

A pause.

"Papa!" Came Atticus' scandalized exclamation.

Enzo collapsed upon the couch, tears of mirth escaping through the corner of his eyes.

"Woah, no," Elena panicked, "Come on, Mister A!"

"I jest," He smiled disturbingly, "Well…mostly. How about we compel them not to ask any questions, forget about being curious to the mechanism leading to the conceiving of a child and just accept this historical account?"

"What's 'Compel'?" Caroline frowned.

"Vampire mind-control." Enzo said in a croaking voice as he wiped away his tears, "I have to look straight in your eyes and then I can make you do whatever I want, however, witches or warlocks cannot be compelled. So, Miss Bennett will simply have to discard this conversation from her mind."

"That's disturbing…" Matt looked wary and Vicki moved closer to him turning her glare towards the vampire.

"Yeah, I don't like the idea of mind-control without my consent." Jeremy looked anxious as well "Besides I wanna know how babies are made."

"No, you don't." Elena flapped her hands, "You really don't!"

"How about I make it that you're aware I'm compelling you but not what I've compelled you about; only that it's nothing you need to worry about, and I'm not doing it without you knowing, now am I?" Enzo offered, his jet-black hair reflecting the light coming through the window and suddenly seemed a lighter shade.

"But why can't we know how babies are made?" Bonnie asked, genuinely curious.

"Also, that's disturbingly detailed." Atticus piped in, sending Enzo a weird glance.

"It's one of those things that you need to know when you're older." Ignacio said firmly, in a tone that demanded no arguments.

"You can trust Enzo," Zatanna assured them, a lazy smirk lighting her own features.

"Fine, but only after you tell us the rest of the story." Jeremy compromised.

Their father nodded and continued, "Beatriz, of course, was quite against this. Enrique or Henry as Henry IV had taken to calling him was her son and she still hated the man who had taken her virtue. So, she threatened him; she said she would tell his wife the truth and Henry, in return, threatened to silence her permanently but she was an Asturias, so she was not swayed at all."

"She did not reveal her heritage as a witch since that would lead to more problems but she also did not show any weakness. A certain circumstance did, however, lead to the Spanish witch giving in to Henry; Beatriz was an Asturias who held 'the sight' and she saw the greatness her son was destined for, but he had to be his father's son for it. And with great difficulty, she conceded to Henry IV's demands but only on the condition that she would adopt the guise of her son's wet-nurse and governess. She was determined to be involved in her son's life, no matter what the cost."

"And so Henry killed the mid-wives and physician who were involved in the delivery of his still-born child and proclaimed that his wife had given birth to a son named 'Henry'. However, as it was, his wife was very close to death; to make sure Henry did not return his sights towards her again, Beatriz healed Mary in the secret of the night along with rectifying her problems with conceiving."

"And so Mary woke up; healthier and bright-eyed than ever before and it was said to be a miracle, she would later lead to bear her husband five more healthy children. Henry was, of course, satisfied. He had his wife, beautiful and stronger than ever before, his heir; the child who's keen eyes –much like his Spanish mother's- portrayed his power and might, he had the rest of his children; who secured his lineage and he had his throne; which he would soon gain."

"And Beatriz? She had her son. The boy who would grow to be one of the greatest –if not the greatest- kings England has ever witnessed; a boy who knew the truth of his heritage and adored his birth mother beyond measure." Ignacio completed, his deep tenor captivating and his eyes, blazing.

"That still doesn't explain how you're his direct descendants." Jeremy pointed out.

Atticus blinked, "He's right, you know?" He agreed.

"Yeah and wait a second," Zatanna stared back down at the family tree where Henry V was joined by a marriage branch with Catherine of Valois but it clearly stated they did not have a child together. In fact, Henry was joined in marriage to another woman;

Doňa Constanza de Asturias.

"A very distant cousin of his," Her father explained. "She was his bonded other half. And the two had only one child together; a son, we are descended from him."

"What about Henry the sixth?" Vicki frowned. "So, he wasn't Henry the fifth's son?"

"Catherine of Valois had her own secrets; Henry the sixth was her illegitimate son with Owen Tudor whom she later on married; her son was passed as Henry V's son but he was not, in fact, Henry V's son because he didn't have the Asturias eyes." Ignacio leaned back in his chair.

"Oh," Zatanna breathed in realization, because wow, and damn; this was utterly mind-fucking.

"Huh?" Tyler uttered confused.

"Later," Atticus waved his hand dismissively.

"But didn't Henry V die?" Caroline asked, "How could he marry someone else, if his wife was still alive or if he died?"

"He didn't die, but he didn't return to England either so everyone assumed he had died of the illness eh was rumoured to have caught; which is why Catherine of Valois remarried -she did not know her husband was alive. And he, himself, didn't remarry until after his estranged wife's death in 1437. In fact he didn't really meet Constanza till late 1436."

A moment of thoughtful silence before Tyler leaned back in his chair.

"That was one heck of a lesson," He whistled, "You guys are so lucky to be related to a king."

Zatanna almost scoffed because the one thing nagging her brain was; how was Henry V Plantagenet of Asturias still alive? And why did their father reveal his truth and show them the family tree now? After begging the entire previous year for the family records.

It was almost as if her father read her mind as he said; "It was not my story or truth to tell. Not yet anyway." He murmured but she heard him loud and clear.

"How did you know it was time?" Atticus asked in their native language.

"You could say Henry spoke to me." He had a humorous smirk on his face, but his eyes glinted like steel; hard and unrelenting.

A pause.

"You said all Asturias feel a family bond amongst themselves, we really didn't feel anything when we met him." Atticus remarked quietly and Zatanna turned her head to hear their father's answer as well.

The man before them regarded them with shrewd eyes and an approving smile, "That's not quite true is it? You felt he was familiar, someone you knew. The distant the relative, the more subdued the bond you feel is. It's there but not in the same magnitude as the connections you have with your immediate family members. If you spend more time with him, you will find the magical bond growing stronger as well."

Another pause followed; this one suddenly very fragile and Zatanna was almost terrified of asking what plagued her mind but not one to cower she went ahead and questioned;

"How is he still alive? I know he's not a vampire." She was unsure if she wanted to hear her father's reply or not.

"A story for another day, hijos míos." The powerful warlock before them announced.

"Ok, that's creepy," Vicki's voice pulled the Asturias siblings from their reverie and they turned, noting Enzo walking away from Bonnie, Matt and Jeremy.

"You guys don't remember what you wanted to know?" Caroline asked, her sunny locks swaying with her wild movements.

Matt frowned, "It's weird, I know I've been compelled. But I don't know what I've been compelled to do." Everyone looked confused at the end of his pseudo-explanation.

"How do you prevent it?" Vicki asked again before frowning thoughtfully, "Can you prevent it?"

"By ingesting or wearing vervain." Atticus offered helpfully.

"Do warn me if you intend to wear it," Enzo called from the kitchen, "I would very much not like to be burned accidentally, that herb feels like acid, I promise you."

Matt grimaced at the mental image.

Ignacio clapping his hands had everyone turning their attention towards him.

"Now," He began, "After the rest of the tale has been told to each of you –which might take another two days I suspect- I expect you all to come here, every Friday, for a therapy session."

"Woah, is it that bad?" Elena looked anxious again.

"Oh yes, certainly." The man replied pleasantly.

"Papa." Zatanna deadpanned, "Seriously?"

"Honesty, child of mine, honesty. Besides, I find myself enjoying psychoanalyzing each and every one of you."

Atticus and Tyler snorted simultaneously.

"Psychoanalyzing can wait," Enzo remarked casually as he poked his head out of the kitchen (she wanted to laugh her arse off), "Right now it's time for lasagna."

"I love your priorities," Tyler grinned before pushing Elena into Jeremy and racing off to the kitchen. "Dibs on the first helping."

"Ugh, Tyler, you jerk!" Elena cried out, pushing away from her brother who fell into Matt as a result, "No fair!"

And as chaos ensued, Zatanna found, she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Additional Information: All usage of historical accounts and the changes made to them are purely for the usage of this story. Also, the information about the TVD world explained in this chapter is taken from Wikia.

'Bonita' is basically the Spanish, Portuguese variant of the Scottish name 'Bonnie'. Both names have the same meaning; 'Pretty, cute, attractive.'

Regarding the noble title given to Ignacio Asturias; the title itself is real i.e 'Seňor of 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.

Date of Births:

Ignacio Asturias: 12th May, 1968.

Pauline Bennett: 1st January, 1969.

Atticus Bennett-Asturias: 7th August, 1990.

Zatanna Bennett-Asturias: 31st October, 1992.

All other birthdays of canon characters are as have been listed according to Wikia, with the only exception being those who's birthdays have not been given, of which I shall take liberty of giving them specific dates of birth myself.

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A/N: Okay, first off; I'm so sorry for this ungodly delay in updating. But I kid you not when I say, I've been working on this chapter for the past five weeks. It's also the longest I've ever written and my hands hurting from typing but I guess, I owed it to you guys for your patience.

Also, there's going to be one more chapter after this one before we finally get to the start of TVD. Soo, that means pilot episode (well, AU of pilot episode) will be Chapter VIII. So, something to look forward to guys. Yay.

Also, also, Who here just loves Robb Stark? And Oberyn Martell? And Elia Martell? I love these three, damn it! They deserved so much better ;-;.

Anyways, thank you for all views, follows, favorites and reviews.

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Before I leave, would also like to inform you guys that I've tried editing the previous chapters; spelling mistakes and such, nothing major. You don't have to re-read it if you don't want to; the only thing I did change was the family business of the Asturias: so instead of owning a Multi-National Wine Company they now own a Multi-Billionaire Real Estate Company.

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Translations:

Seňorita Bonita: Miss Bonita.

Querida Prima: Dearest/Dear Cousin or Cousin Dear/Dearest.

Seňora Gilbert: Madam/ Mrs. Gilbert.

Seňor Gilbert: Mr. Gilbert.

Seňora Miranda: Madam Miranda.

Querida: Dearest.

Querida Hermana: Dearest/Dear Sister or Sister Dear/Dearest.

Mi hija: My daughter.

Hermano: Brother.

Cállate: Shut up.

Seňorita: Miss.

Hijos míos: My children.

Seňora Bennett: Madam Bennett.

Sí: Yes.

Abuela: Grandmother.

Mi hijo: My son.

Seňorita Forbes: Miss Forbes.

Tío Lázaro: Uncle Lázaro.

Seňor Henry: Sir Henry.

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.

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"Mors nobis favet; Death favors us."

-The Asturias Family Motto-

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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.