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Chapter 2

Damon turned around when he heard the front door open. He had a long day of dealing with Bonnie, Elena and Klaus. He wasn't ready to see her yet.

As luck would have it. It was Stefan that walked in the door. "You're still alive? I assume that means Klaus didn't get his coffins." He sauntered into the room.

"I wouldn't look so happy. I was only able to get one of them out in time. The locked one." Damon said. He gave his brother a meaningful look.

They both hoped that coffin truly was the key to killing Klaus. He needed it to be. They both did. They were running out of options, and this was their Hail Mary pass. It all fell on the witches. The quicker they got their weapon, the quicker their lives could return to normal. Well as normal as their lives could be. Two vampires in a love triangle with a human doppelgänger wasn't normal for most.

"Probably a good choice." Damon was now standing in front of Stefan, having walked over. It became a habit among brothers to talk at lower volumes, and closer together, incase of curious ears.

"You know if you're banking on Bonnie's momma to open it, you're screwed. She doesn't have any powers. Which means they're going to come ask us about her again." They shared a silent agreement. Even emotionless Stefan would not put her in danger. She was ingrained in who he was. Damon knew this. He just wanted to make sure.

"Nah. Doesn't surprise me. It's been that kind of night." He went to walk away. But he stopped when his brother asked if Elena was okay.

His face twitched with irritation. It would be evident to anyone that saw him what he was about to do, but his brother was oblivious. He'd always been oblivious to his big mouth. It would aways get him in trouble.

Stefan turned around and he punched his brother in the face. Just as the front door opened.

"Why am I not surprised?"

They both straightened and turned towards the door. Damon was cupping his jaw. The pain wasn't anything compared to what he felt seeing the girl in front of him. He wanted to rejoice. He wanted to enjoy the reunion, but he was too scared, and too damn pissed. He did not want her here, in the lion's den. She shouldn't be in the middle of the shit their life had become. Mystic Falls was not safe for her.

Stefan just looked shocked. She was the last person he expected to walk through the door. Emotions raged through him. Shock, joy, curiosity, protectiveness, love, and worry. He too did not want her here. Well, he always wanted her around, but he'd rather she be on the other side of the globe, content and safe.

She vaulted herself into his arms. His stiff posture quickly changing to catch her. Her arms and legs wrapped round him like a koala cub and she kissed his cheek. "Uncle Steffie, I missed you." She dropped off of him. Her joyous expression turned cold. There was determination in her eyes. "Now." She smacked him upside the back of his head. "I swear to God and all the fairies in the trees, you're going to flick your switch, and soon. Don't make me hurt you. We both know I can break you old man."

Turning to her father, she hugged him tightly. "Hey Padre. What'd you do to deserve getting hit? Ooooo, and what's going on 'round here? Juju's all weird." She plopped down on the couch waiting for them to follow. Which they did swiftly, knowing there was no way out of it.

They proceeded to fill her in on everything that had happened in Mystic Falls. Lying to her was pointless, and dangerous. She'd always find out and when she did, there would be hell to pay. When they were finished she stood there shocked. Although, she was more furious than shocked. She couldn't help but wonder how she was related to two of the biggest idiots she'd ever met. They could have used her help a while ago, but nooooo, they just had to put her in a little bubble and sacrifice themselves.

Knowing she'd probably kill them if they discussed it all right now she rose. "Day, put my bags in my room and Stef put my car in the garage."

Neither man argued. They went to do as they were told. No one would believe that the two brothers could stand up to Originals, but they cowered in the face of this small girl. Then again, no one else would have noticed how her eyes shone with rage and the clouds darkened. They however did. They knew the signs. If they said one thing wrong, they'd both be on their asses, locked in the cellar, without blood for a week. That was only if she felt really merciful.

Damon left early in the morning for a meeting. He told them both he had something to attend to. They realized that meant he was plotting, and Damon plotting was never good. However, in the end, there was nothing they could do but bail him out when it went south. Which it would. It always did. She forgot how bad he was at plotting, honestly it was embarrassing.

Stefan tried to give her the slip, but she refused to let him.

"You know, Uncle Steffie, I would find you wherever you went." She smirked. That habit, she inherited from her father. Both his smirk and his confidence, or cockiness depending who you asked. She however was not as arrogant. She simply knew who she was. "Now, how about take your niece to work day."

They met up with the Bennet witches at the Lockwood Cellar. Her father and uncle had filled her in on what was happening. She couldn't deny the fact that she was curious about the coffin.

The walk through the caves was gruelling. Her only solace was the fact that Bonnie and her mother didn't ask many questions. The downside was that Stefan threatened to break their hands if they didn't leave her alone. Bonnie's eyes were swirling with questions, but even she knew better than to irritate Stefan when he was the only one that knew where they were. That coupled with the fact that he was extremely dangerous and unpredictable at the moment meant that she bit her tongue.

Sarafina and Stefan led the group. Even with the flashlights it was difficult to see where they were headed, so she relied mostly on her Uncle to guide them. She followed him with ease. Thought out the years she had mastered all forms of martial arts, and many sports such as gymnastics. Her balance and athletic prowess were an asset.

She had to hold her laugh when Abby told Stefan to slow down. Silly witches, when will they learn. Vampires with no emotions don't care about their silly problems.

"Keep up, we don't have much time." He responded. His voice seeped with irritation and impatience. The faster the witches got it done, the better it would be for them.

Bonnie seemed to sense how short his fuse was. "Sorry Stefan, but I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice. In everything." she told the little witch.

Stefan nodded and added, "It was a choice Bonnie, you made it and now we have to live with it. You told Klaus where the coffins were and he took them. All except this one."

Sarafina apprised the coffin. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, other than the draw she had too it. It was as if she were on the end of a fishing line being reeled into it. Unconsciously, she took a step forward and asked, "That's the sealed on?"

Stefan put his hand on her arm to hold her back while the other witches moved forward. "Yep. Fortunately it seems to be the one he cares about most."

"Aren't you coming in?" The question was directed at both Stefan and herself. They'd stopped at the entrance, his hand still on her arm. Which she glanced down at it, and tried to shake off, but he wouldn't budge. Forever the overprotective uncle.

"Vampires can't get in. Damon had to compel a couple Lockwood gardeners to bring it in here. As for her," his head titled in her direction, "she stays where I can watch her."

Abby mumbled about how this was all a bad idea, and how she didn't even have her powers. Sarafina couldn't help but laugh. She honestly didn't understand why some witches were so naive. No witch could ever fully lose their powers. If you lose your eye there is always some reminder that it was there. The nerves in your brain, the memories, the eye socket. For a witch's power it was much the same. There was always an imprint. If one wished have them back, they simply had to try. Well unless another witch took them, but even then unless the witch that took them was very powerful, there were always ways to get them back.

Stefan was growing more irritated with the two Bennet's. "Look, if you're really the key to opening that coffin, I think it's a pretty safe bet you're on Klaus' hit list. So I suggest you hideout here and figure out a way to open the damn thing. And I don't believe you. But time's ticking. Won't be long before Klaus calls his hybrids to find that coffin and kill all of us. So dig deep, Abby Bennet. Scrape out whatever magic you have left."

He grabbed on to his niece's arm and moved to leave. She however stopped him and spoke to Abby. "You are naive. Your powers are still there. You refuse to accept them. Being a coward has cost you enough. Now is the time to be brave and to do something for someone else, for your daughter."

Neither of the Bennet's understood how she knew so much about them, but the guilt Abby felt would soon be her greatest motivation. Bonnie decided she had to understand more about this girl the moment they were out of this situation. For now, a newly determined mother and daughter sought to find a way to open a box and end an evil.

Stefan smirked while he followed his niece from the caves. She had no real idea where she was going, but she somehow found her way out. He helped her through the hole in the wall only to come face to face with Elena.

Her hands came up immediately upon seeing the doppelgänger, but Stefan stepped in front of her already knowing what she was going to do. "Not Katherine." His words caused the purple spark dancing on her fingers to fade away.

With his niece calm, Stefan turned to Elena. "What are you doing here?" He did not want to see Elena. He wanted to go home and think through his next step, possibly get a drink with his little one.

"Bonnie told me you guys would be here. She did not tell me about her, but I need to talk to you." Her head motioned in Sara's direction. "Alone."

"She stays. There's nothing to talk about. I'm focused on getting this coffin open." He was getting irritated. His niece noticed and started trying to find a way to get them out of this conversation. His irritation was not obvious to all. To the outside world he looked bored, maybe even impassive, however she knew him. His tells were slight but she read them.

"Did you kill the medical examiner?" The chastisement was clear in her voice. The question threw both Salvatore's off. Even Ripper Stefan didn't kill random humans when he was this focused. He was too driven by revenge to care for humans.

Stefan cocked and eye brow. "Why would you think I did that?" He was amused and slightly hurt by this conversation. His emotions were meant to be off. However his Ripper side thought it was hilarious she wanted to reprimand him for the death of a human, one he didn't even cause. His soulful side was insulted she thought so low of him.

Elena looked hurt by his nonchalance. "Maybe because I don't know what you're capable of anymore." She stood and got closer to Stefan. Her emotions controlling her actions. She forgot how stupid she was being.

Sara decided it was time to end this conversation. This girl was not thinking before she spoke, and Stefan was too close to the edge to think before her acted. "I think were done here. Believe what you want."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Elena turned to her, seemingly noticing her again. In her upset she had forgotten she was there. When she did not receive an answer she turned back to Stefan. "I don't want to believe any of it Stefan, and seriously who is she?"

"But you had to ask me anyway." He snipped back at her. He moved past her to leave the cellar. Sara followed him. "And now is not the time Elena."

"Stefan…" She tried to get him to stay and talk. She didn't want this.

"Did you ask Damon… if he killed anybody lately?" With that Stefan left.

She went to follow her Uncle, but halted on the bottom step and turned to the brunette. "By the way, I'm family."

I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think!

-Nicole