(A/N) R&R. Yeah, yeah I know it's short, but i had a bit of short-term writers block( and just didnt feel like typing, nothing a few reviews wont cure *evil grin*) I only got 5 hrs of sleep today okay? I'm doing the best I can. Poor self pitying me..

Disclaimer: I unfortunatly do not own anything or anyone from The Hollows

Ivy: You wish you owned this *Points at herself*

Me: Why must you hurt me?

Rachel: Yeah, This-Kitten-Haz-Clawz is in charge of what happens in this fic, dont be cocky! She'll throw you off a cliff or sumthin!

Ivy: No she wouldn't. She loves me too much.

Rachel: She loves me too! Right?

Me: Of course Rachel! I love you both!

Ivy:*sends evil vampire death glare*

Me: Oh give it a rest!, Anyway! on with the (rather short) story!

Ivy set Rachel down on the couch next to her and rested her head in her hands. A second later she turned to see the sleeping child curled up on the plush couch, ginger eye-lashes fluttering delicately on her freckled cheeks. Her wooden ring was now too big, therefore could not be used to cover her freckles. To be honest with herself, Ivy admitted that she liked Rachel's freckles. They were a part of her, and Ivy loved Rachel, everything about her. Even if she didn't feel the same. "Ivy" Rachel muttered in her sleep, and rolled over. Ivy allowed the use of her vampire speed only that once as Rachel almost fell off the couch. She was shocked awake and looked up, startled. Her green eyes teared up from being awoken. We all know how much little children hate to be woken up. Ivy immediately noticed this and cradled Rachel to her chest, rocking her back and forth. The child sniffling in her ear, Ivy never felt so much for Rachel before, the blood lust was gone, replaced with an almost motherly love for Rachel. Ivy had no idea what to do with a two year old, and she probably would have freaked out had it been anyone else. But it was Rachel. Her dear heart, and she felt the need to keep her safe from everyone. Including herself.

The Next Day

Ivy woke up in her bed fuzzily remembering bringing Rachel with her, so that she could make sure nothing happened to her witch while she was asleep. Ivy's scent seemed to have made her finally stop crying and fall asleep again. She also learned that Rachel could walk (Even though she preferred being carried by Ivy) when she had woken up in the middle of the night to Rachel running to the bathroom to pee. The vampire smiled at the memory. Before she had even put Rachel in the bed, she gave her one of Erica's old shirts. (Don't ask why she had it, really, you don't want to know) Rachel was now wearing a High School Musical shirt, and Ivy could tell Rachel still had some sense of the adult version of herself when she looked down at the shirt and started crying. Ivy turned her head slightly to look over at the the witch.

Rachel looked so peaceful, she refused to wake her up yet. The moment that thought crossed Ivy's mind she remembered that Ceri was coming today to find out how to undo Rachel's magic. It was that very second that Ivy heard the door bell chime loudly and Rachel was sitting up the very next moment, looking around panicked. I was sure it had something to do with the fact that she faced off against countless demons before, and those images definitely did not sit well with a toddler. She picked up Rachel and walked to the door. Halfway there, Ceri let herself in and met Ivy in the kitchen.

Ceri looked at Rachel and smiled adoringly at her. Rachel reached her hand up and played with Ivy's hair, dismissing Ceri and probably anyone else as long as Ivy was around, no one else seemed significant to the witch. Rachel's hand was now gripping Ivy's arm with all her strength (which was surprisingly a lot for a two year old) When the vampire tried to hand her over to Ceri. Rachel started shaking, crying, screaming, until Ivy and Ceri gave up, and Ivy continued to cradle Rachel in her arms. She grabbed a tissue and wiped Rachel's eyes and face. Ivy looked up expecting Ceri to look hurt, but she was grinning. The vampire cocked her head to the side and arched her eyebrow at the elf.

"What's so funny Ceri?" Ivy asked skeptically.

"Nothing really, it's just that powerful witches, when they're babies, have one person that they form a unique bond with, and it's generally a person that they trust with their life. And it seems the bond that you two built when she was still an adult, passed over with her, when she was turned into a child. The point I am trying to make here is that Rachel has claimed you as her own. Now if anyone else comes close to this strong of a bond with you, let's just say that little Rachel here won't take it so lightly."

Ivy stood there and listened to Ceri in shock, ans he half noticed Rachel stop listening to Ceri when she got to a word that her now younger brain could not connect with a definition. Once Ivy got over her shock, she shook her head once to clear it, and looked down at Rachel, who was looking up at Ivy, her thumb in her mouth and her face slightly frowned up, as if thinking hard about something.

"What's wrong Rachel?" Ivy murmured to her. It almost sounded like crooning. Ivy was momentarily disgusted with herself for the almost-croon, but quickly shook it off, listening to what Rachel had to say. Rachel suddenly smiled and said "Vampi, Ivy's a Vampya" Rachel pulled her thumb out of her mouth and proceeded to clap her little pale hands. But then stopped looking at Ivy worriedly.

"Ivy, yew pwomised, yew wuddent bite me. I beweve yew." she said wrapping her arms around ivy's neck and hugging her. Ceri cleared her throat, but of course Rachel had no idea what that meant so she just said "I'll ask Keasly if he knows anyone who might be able to reverse this. She said softly, and left the church. Ivy looked down at Rachel . She had never realized, that the witch loved her as much as she, her. Just didn't want to admit it to herself. Don't swing that way my ass. Ivy thought as she remembered the witch breaking her heart again by telling her she didn't swing that way. Well, Ivy would have to wait till Rache was turned back, until she could confront her with this. Then she heard a loud, obnoxious knock on the door and she answered "Ceri?" as she glided to the huge oak door. When she opened it, she thought she would faint, and her first impulse was to hold on tighter to Rachel and, high-tail it out of the church, but she didn't want to run. She wanted to stand her ground. She was , of course, a Tamwood.

(A/N) Ooooo! a bit of a cliffy! *Evil Grin* I'll try to update regularly (Since I have nothing better to do with my life :D )