A/N: thank you kblatz for the review! I was so excited to finally hear from one of my readers. Sorry that I didn't update sooner but I was away at Firefly in Delaware. I hope you like this.


"So," Stefan settled in, sitting next to Caroline, "what's the plan?"

"Well, right now there's not much of a plan so much as surveillance," his friend spoke. "I told them I would meet them at the library tomorrow to focus on their ancestor who moved to Salem. They've been talking about heading there and spending part of their summer there so I don't know if we have to worry about them sticking around," Caroline told them.

"And if they're in Massachusetts then they're not breaking Klaus's law," Elena added. "That's all fine and good if they're friends, but what do we do if they turn out to be enemies? I mean, they already know about Stefan and Damon hiding the coffins from Klaus all those years ago; if one of them really is psychic then who knows what else they're aware of or how they'll use it against us."

"Plus," Stefan interjected, "we don't really know what their plans are. If they know about Klaus they could be here to overturn his laws or act against him. Do we really want another war in Mystic Falls? This is my home, and though I may only return every fifty years, I would like to know I have something to return to."

"There is the obvious answer," Damon squinted his eyes and turned to Caroline. "We can let Klaus deal with this. You still have his number, don't you Blondie?"

"I am not calling Klaus," she bit off at him. "This town is finally original and hybrid free and I would personally like to keep it that way."

"Or you're just too embarrassed to see him again after-"

"Damon! That's enough," Elena chastised him. "We don't talk about that and she's right. We're not contacting Klaus," she shut him down when he tried to interrupt, "not until we know what they want."


"Blessed be," they responded. The spirit in front of them was just as young as them or at least appeared that way, with dark brown hair and bangs that hung straight across her forehead.

"Can you tell us about the spirits that reside here," Phylicia asked. "There's a lot of chatter but I have a hard time getting a clear reading from any of them."

"The spirits are literally hundreds of witches who were put to death here. They protect this space; always have, at least since I found this place," she said, soft spoken.

"How long ago was that," Payton questioned.

"About twelve years ago. Two years before I died," Bonnie said sadly.

"We're sorry," Denny offered. It wasn't that she wasn't sensitive to this kind of stuff, but Prudence Halliwell-Cooper was intent on focusing on herself and her own needs. So often those needs hadn't been met because she was the oldest of three daughters and her mother had constantly made her sacrifice her own desires to take care of her little sisters. Denny didn't resent them, but something inside her had always pushed her to get out of there and follow her own dreams, and she knew that if she let herself be too soft or care too much that she would end up stuck in a life she didn't want. To others she appeared selfish, unwilling to give up her time and attention to anyone else, but something in her being; hidden deep in the corners of her mind and heart kept urging her to make herself the number one priority in her life. As a result not many people got to see her like this.

"Thank you," Bonnie smiled. "It was my own fault," she admitted, "but I would never take it back."

"What happened," Phyl wondered out loud.

Bonnie tilted her head as she let her mind revisit the past. "There was a boy," the witch answered with her eyes closed and her hands resting over her heart. "He meant more to me than life itself."

Payton's brow furrowed as she wondered how anyone could mean so much to someone while her twin let tears come to her eyes; Phyl dreamed about finding that kind of love and was sad for their new friend that it had ended so bittersweet. Prudence vowed never to feel that way for someone else; she loved too much and too deep, her first instinct was to be willing to sacrifice for her family and friends when the time came for it but that kind of love was too painful. The teen couldn't imagine how much worse it would be to be in love with someone; the constant hurt and aching as your soul fought with everything to be with that one person.

"What happened to him," Phyl had to ask. It was a story that just pulled at her heartstrings.

"He lived," Bonnie laughed and cried at the same time, "which was all I ever wanted for him. I couldn't bare to see him lose everything to this town. I wouldn't let that happen."

"What's up with this town," Payton picked up on Bonnie's words. "There seems to be a lot more to it than white picket fences and homecoming dances."

"This town has a rich history, one that began more than a thousand years ago," she began to explain.


Caroline stood under the midnight sky, leaning against the trunk of her car; an old photograph in her hands and remorse written all over her face.

"Care," Elena approached and noted that her friend was quickly wiping away tears. "Care," she called and ran a hand up and down her back, "I'm so sorry for what Damon said. How are you holding up?"

"Not so well," she answered truthfully. Shaking her head, she opened her car door and threw the picture back into her glove compartment and sobbed. "I must be the worse person in the world. I loved Tyler," she expressed forcefully, "and yet I did the worse thing I could ever do and it's my fault," the blonde began hitting her car, denting it several times before Elena spun her around and wrapped her tightly in her embrace.

"It's not your fault," the brunette whispered with such conviction as she rocked her best friend, running her hand over her blonde locks. "It wasn't your fault; you couldn't have known."


"-That's why the spirits have called you here," Bonnie finished her story. "It's up to you to fix this and restore the balance again; I just hope that you don't end up like me. I wasn't strong enough," she told them, "but you are. Blessed be," she whispered.

"Blessed be," they responded and Denny picked up a candle, blowing it out and releasing Bonnie's spirit back to it's resting place.