A/N: sorry it's been so long. I started grad school so I won't be having a lot of time to update but I will try. please R&R
Bonnie looked around her surroundings.
Children were running in the square, as Mystic Fall residents were naively enjoying what they thought was small town life. What problems could they ever have here?
Looking down, she stared at the creamy complexion of her hands. This wasn't anything she had ever thought would happen; being alive and walking through her deceptively peaceful hometown. Nothing bad ever happened in Mystic Falls.
And no one even knew she was there. It was like her worse dream; calling for help among your friends when you know that no one can see you or hear you. She was just thankful for her childhood friends. Bonnie knew that being hear even in disguise was better than watching from the other side.
The witch had missed so many things. Even though she had tagged along in spirit and experienced everything right there besides them, Caroline and Elena hadn't known she was there with them. They hadn't even known she was dead. It wasn't the same for them as it had been for her and she knew this was her chance to make up for all of her bad decisions. Keeping her death a secret, making Jeremy lie to everybody had been the cowardly thing to do but Bonnie was going to make sure she made up for everything she had done.
The bell rang as she crossed the threshold and she smiled as she saw Jeremy behind the bar. She was going to fix all of her mistakes and the witch was going to start here.
Chris approached everything the same way; he was a police officer for a reason. Uncle Henry had certainly been an inspiration but it was something that just came naturally to him; the way interrogating demons and doing undercover work in the underworld came naturally to him. He was who he was. He was a Halliwell.
Rumors of her had been stirring for a long time; the human who had once been a vampire; a girl whose very being was inherently magical just like his. Katarina Petrova came from magic, was born of magic and had died and been reborn by it when her doppelganger had forced the only vial of the cure down her throat.
Katarina had lived in isolation ever since. Nowhere was safe for her.
Yet the woman was every bit as manipulative as a human as she had been as a vampire; keeping tabs on all of her contacts without anyone knowing about it and that's what made her useful to Chris. Katarina Petrova knew a lot of people.
Waiting for her, he let out a frustrated breath. She was running late and if she had decided to stand him up than she was in for a world of hurt. Chris didn't like to be left waiting and he had multiple ways of tracking people down.
Just as he was about to go he saw a young woman walk down the alley in four inch black suede ankle boots, skinny jeans and a black motorcycle jacket. Her hair was dramatically draped to hang across the side of her face and the first thing Chris noticed was how her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Suddenly he knew he was in trouble. Mischief was his favorite attribute in a woman.
Bonnie had turned around and left as soon as she realized what she had to do. Sitting down in the dirt, Bonnie drew her two hands together and cupped the soil from his previous internment. One of the things she had realized in her time among the witches was that if she wanted to use her magic she needed to make sure that she stayed connected to the earth. Bonnie had lacked the discipline that was necessary to use her craft wisely when she ignored nature's hold over her.
"Earth; mother of our flesh and bones, I beseech you. True love that binds these lovers' hearts, let their paths be unobscured; let the fire of burning desire flame among their flesh, until lips to lips the curse of loneliness is broken. So I say, so mote it be."
She threw the dirt into a small fire she had started and let it die down of its own accord. Bonnie would make sure that her only love would find happiness before the Halliwell's hold on her was relinquished.
His peace would be her peace.
Rebekah loved her niece. Regina was the loveliest creature she had ever known and became gladder with each moment that Elijah had convinced her to join them; to be a family again.
But that was ten years ago, and though her love for her niece only grew stronger, so did her yearning for a life of her own. Where were her children? The seeds of their life were locked within her womb where they would remain forever. There would be no children for her and she had accepted that ten years ago when the Petrova bitch had been given the cure.
She'd had the little leech cornered almost four years ago in New York and had nearly succeeded in ripping her head clean off but Katherine had created a distraction and had managed to escape into a crowd. Even as a human she was resourceful.
Though Rebekah knew she would continue to glory in seeing Regina grow into a beautiful young woman, the blonde wished that Nicklaus would accept the love his daughter offered. It seemed he was only capable of giving and not receiving, though that was obviously not the case with the witches.
As sister to the king she helped enforce his laws in his territories but it made life a little hectic for herself. How could the blonde lead her own life if she was always looking after his?
Sitting on the pink satin sheets, Rebekah placed her nieces favorite teddy bear in the crook of Regina's arm and kissed her on her crown. The young girl had inherited Hayley's chocolate curls but Niklaus's complexion and eyes.
"Happy birthday, little Queen," Rebekah pulled the covers up over her tightly. The ten year old was tuckered out from her party earlier that evening.
Elijah and Niklaus were entering the front doors and when she heard them she walked over to Regina's closet, grabbing a black duffle and staying long enough only to place two envelopes on Regina's nightstand. In beautiful calligraphy she had written out each of her brother's names.
Rebekah made her escape from her niece's balcony and didn't look back.
