AN: So annoyingly I already had this chapter written and thanks to a very poorly timed thunder storm, power outage and a not so energy efficient laptop I lost it all. So I had to start again. Moral of the story? Save your work after EVERY paragraph! J

So first of all thank you so much to those of you still reading this story! And to those of you who are favouriting and following it. It means a lot to me that you are finding interest in it. J

To the people that reviewed chapter 3.

To Chloe. J: Thank you so much for your amazing review. I know sometimes it's a lot to follow but I do think it's important to give a lot of elements to a story. I think it gives it more depth and life than just a simple one-sided story. JI do also think it is important to give Kara a backstory. All of the other, real vampire diaries characters have them and to make her measure up as an equal to them she also needs to have a bit of dimension to her. Hope you enjoy this

To Misskymm: Thanks a million for your review! JOh my God no problem at all. Trust me if someone takes the time and effort to write me a review (Good, bad or questioning) then I will most definitely read it if not respond to it if I can. JHaha well Misskymm you have been mentioned again! Lol! Yeah it was something I had thought of before I had started writing the story. If there was going to be an illness in 1855 and it was to effect Kara and Georgianna than surely Damon and Giuseppe would see eye to eye in this scenario. Damon would be old enough to know what was happening and Giuseppe isn't completely unloving and ruthless, he's not a later day Mikael he is ultimately just disappointed in Damon and embarrassed of him later on but surely in 1855 when Damon is only a young teenager he hasn't disappointed his father in many ways yet and regardless whether he has it would be whether Georgianna and Kara live and die that would be a more important matter to them, at the moment at least.

I know it's confusing and you are kind of right. It is reincarnation but the rest of it is not what you think. I'm sorry but I can't give it away. It will all be explained though I promise! JHope you like this next chapter! xxxx

To Guest: Thank you very much and thank you for reviewing. Here is the update! Jxxxx

To Sarah: Haha! Thanks so much, I'm a little obsessed myself I think…:P Sorry for keeping you waiting…xxxx

Also to let you know that the parts in italics are Kara's 'dreams' and I use the word dream very loosely….hint hint…JBut I bet all of you avid readers already knew that…JSo here it is guys…finally…chapter four! J

Giuseppe Salvatore sat in a large armchair by a raging fire. It was late, almost half past one in the morning and this was evident from the large grandfather clock in the corner of the lounge room. He was still in Covens wake, he and his sons guests in the house of Mayor Hartford his wife and his four small children. They however had gone to bed hours ago, as had the servants and staff. He had spent the last three hours or so staring into the burning orange of the fire just thinking. In his right hand he turned his brandy glass, swirly and swishing the amber liquid as he did so. The glass was only half full, the rest had been drunk in moments of painful coherent thought. In his left hand he clutched his pocket watch. He had taken it out over an hour ago only to check that the time on the master clock in the corner of the room only to pause at the inscription on the back. It had been a wedding present from his then wife- to- be. A memento for their special day. His finger passed over the inscription again and again remembering her youthful smiling face the day she had given it to him. She had been twenty-three when he had met her. In a party of a friend in New York City. He had been a little older than her at thirty but that was just like most of the other couples he knew. She had also known the host, by association only but still ran in the same circles as Giuseppe for his time in New York. They had caught each other's eye at the very first party but he didn't pluck up the courage to speak to her until the very last night. They were at a very formal and stuffy function. One in which only the high class of society were allowed to attend. He found the whole ordeal pretty boring as he had never had to attend such a thing in Virginia. She obviously thought the same and so accepted his very generous and gentleman-like offer for a walk. They took in all of the tourist spots before setting down on a bench in Central park. It was Georgianna's first time in New York City. She was from Chicago and said she had seen enough of big city life to be excited about visiting any more of them. She seemed fascinated by Virginia. Giuseppe, then still lived with his Mother and Father in a town called Willow Grove, a few hundred miles outside where they had founded Mystic Falls a few years later. They had talked all night and Giuseppe, a self-proclaimed life- long bachelor was amazed how quickly and utterly he fell in love with her. Much to his delight, she extended her visit another week at his request and they spent their time laughing and talking and courting. It was at the train station he proposed. It was sudden and unromantic. He didn't have a ring as he was promised his mother's when the time came. He asked it as she turned to say goodbye from the train window. The train was already full and the conductor was just checking the doors and she only had her arm extended to him out of the window. But she nodded and took Giuseppe a full minute to realise that a nod meant yes. A smile from her followed his and then she was gone.

Another chime from the clock broke him out of his thoughts. His, for once in the last two weeks, nice thoughts. He took another sip from his brandy knowing that he should go to bed. It was late and his boys would need him in the morning. He took another sip and then other and then downed the rest of the glass in one. He got up wavering a bit as he did and propped the glass on the mantelpiece for the servants to retrieve for the kitchen in the morning. He straightened himself up a bit, not realising in the hours he had been sat on the chair that his cravat had become loose and untied and he and untied the buttons on his silk waistcoat at some point during the night. He tucked his precious pocket watch back into the upper pocket of his waistcoat and made for the stairs. He passed through the chill of the drawing room and the entrance hall as he did so and his foot was perched on the bottom step when he noticed something laying on the carpet by the front door. A letter of such. Without thinking he made his way towards it, ready to set it on the small table where a plant sat by the door with the rest of the mail ready for the attention of the intended recipients in the morning.

It was only when he got closer through blurry eyes that he could see that there were two and that they were not letters at all, they were too small for that. They were telegrams in the form of letters. He knew straight away what this was regarding. Turning both over he could see that one was labelled for him and the other to Benjamin. He began to rip open his, dropping Benjamin's to the floor in the sheer fluster of the action.

It was a "Western Union, Night letter" a costly venture but one used when delivering important or time sensitive news. Giuseppe's eyes scanned over the beige paper and read the two lines in typed font.

'Quarantine in Mystic Falls lifted. Mr Salvatore to meet with Dr Marsh at Mystic Fall's surgery as soon as is conveniently possible'

Suddenly a wave of dread washed over Giuseppe and he gripped the paper tighter in his hand almost crumpling it. Surely there was a reason why he had to go to Dr Marsh's surgery before returning home. It was one of them, either his wife or daughter was dead and at this point he could only pray that it wasn't both. It was then that he decided that he couldn't wait until morning. He needed to know that they were safe, alive. Without thinking of the occupants the house belonged to nor the other guests by the name of his friend Benjamin Lockwood and his son or his own two, he made his was out of the front door of the house towards the nearest town, Mystic Falls.

Dr Marsh lay on his examination table trying to get a few kind minutes of shut-eye before he had to return to his duties. Right now the only critical patient he had was Kara Salvatore and he felt uneasy leaving her to the care of servants in her house. Deputy Mayor Throve however suggested he announce the news and status of their families to the returning Mayor Lockwood and Mr Salvatore and he would need to do that quite early in the morning. So right now he would try and sleep and in the morning he would worry how he was going to tell Giuseppe that his wife was dead and his daughter was likely to follow. He turned over again on the bed realising why it was never deemed for long term usage for patients. The thing was so damn uncomfortable. He sighed and sat up admitting defeat and decided to tackle the mountain of paperwork on his desk. Rubbing his eyes he turned up the gas light and poured over his work for a few moments when a sudden sharp rap on the door broke his concentration. It happened again confirming that with his sleep deprivation that he wasn't imagining it. His watch lay on top of a medical journal at the corner of the desk and whilst checking it he wondered who on earth would be calling this late. Thinking it was about his patient and assuming the worst he speedily stood up his chair creaking a little in the silence as he did so and made his way to the door of his surgery. More pounding echoed through the wood as he got closer and pulling on his coat he opened the door ready to leave when he saw.

"Giuseppe?"

Giuseppe stood at the door, sweaty, dishevelled and out of breath.

Dr Marsh glanced out of the door for any indication of how the man had got here.

"Did you walk all this way?" he asked shocked ushering the panting man into his office.

Giuseppe nodded.

"I received the telegram and I couldn't wait" he said his voice slightly raspy "Please tell me that they're alive Harry".

His pleading eyes somewhat struck Harold Marsh to his core. He took a deep breath and averted his eyes.

"Why don't we have a seat over here?" he asked his voice trying to be as delicate as possible.

A deep fear overtook Giuseppe at this and anger took hold.

"I don't want to sit down damn it I want to know how my family is!" he screech at the tired doctor.

Dr Marsh pushed back his hair trying to find the right words.

"Kara is sick, she's critical at the moment but I am giving her all the treatments I can think of. She'll be happy that you and the boys are back"

"She won't die will she?" Giuseppe asked.

"I'm doing all I can for her, she's her father's daughter, she's strong"

Giuseppe nodded taking in the new information.

"And there is no chance of the boys catching this?"

Dr Marsh shook his head.

"There is never any guarantee but the contagious period is over and deputy mayor Throve lifted the quarantine so business should return to normal soon enough"

"I must go to the house" Giuseppe said moving to the door again "Georgianna will be so tired, she won't have left Kara's side for a moment". He went to give a small smile to the doctor but stopped when he saw the man's reaction to his wife's name.

"What is it you're not telling me?"

He tried to find a delicate way of putting it. Of sugar coating the death of his friends wife as to somehow make it less painful but the in the end he just blurted it out.

"Georgianna is dead Giuseppe. She died before Kara contracted this illness. I'm so sorry my friend".

Giuseppe felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. He felt winded and angry and hysterical. He stopped himself before he let out and anguished scream and composed himself.

"Thank you for your time Dr Marsh, I'd best be off home. I have a sick daughter to care for".

Whilst Dr Marsh was somewhat surprised by the action he understood it. The pain a sentence like that would cause to a person and then having to bottle it up, to become a perfect gentleman again until he could be alone to express the emotions he was feeling.

Giuseppe didn't remember the walk home after that just the servants reaction as he walked through his front door. They asked him many questions but he couldn't comprehend them enough to answer them. He made straight for his daughter's bedroom and sat in a small green armchair by her bed. Giuseppe had never been the father that showed his emotions or one that would tell his children he loved them or even hug them. That was Georgianna, that had always been Georgianna and now he and to tell his children that the only parent who had ever showed them love was dead. He exhaled deeply and wiped his face with his hands. Kara had always been lively and vivacious. Always wanting to show him something or run around the house after her brothers. Most of the time she would come back from playing outside with them dirtier and muddier than they were and now she was just lying there. That is what had shocked Giuseppe the most when he saw her. Not her pale skin or her sweaty brow or the fact that she was shivering under the blankets. It was the fact that she was so still and silent that had unnerved him.

A book lay on the dresser beside her bed.

'Jack and the beanstalk'

It was old but in good condition Giuseppe noted. He opened it a crack and the bookmark fell out onto his lap, the marked page forever lost in the see of printed words. He placed the bookmark, an animal printed one that Georgianna had no doubt bought from somewhere onto the dresser and opened the book the page inside the cover. He was surprised to see and inscription there. In Georgianna's dainty cursive writing. It said.

'To my dearest Damon on your ninth birthday

All my love, my darling

Your Mother'

Giuseppe placed his index finger on top of the writing almost trying to feel her presence writing it. A lone tear fell down his cheek and he looked up to see Damon standing at the doorway. He didn't realise how much time had passed but now clouded sunlight seemed to be brightening the windows and the street outside.

"Damon I…" he began but really didn't know what to say.

Damon shook his head.

"It's alright Father, really. Benjamin brought us back".

Giuseppe nodded taking in the information. They really did have each other's backs when needed.

"Where's Stefan?" he asked looking behind Damon for his youngest son.

"He's in his room. Dr Marsh told us about Mother and he's upset".

"And what about you?" Giuseppe asked eyeing his eldest son curiously.

"I'm going to go look after Stefan, I can be upset later" he turned to move away from the doorframe but looked back to his father.

"You should read that to her" he said indicating to the book in his father's hand "She liked it, she liked the giant" he said remembering telling her the story and her eyes going wide with imagination.

"She can't hear it Damon" Giuseppe protested looking almost solemnly down at the floor.

"You don't know that" he said before finally leaving the room to go see to his brother.

Giuseppe looked to his daughter before opening the book again to the first chapter. He cleared his throat before speaking aloud.

"Once upon a time in a land far, far away….."

It was like Kara's mind was in a fog when she awoke. She could clearly see night had fallen through branches of high trees for the stars were dotted in the sky amongst them. Beneath her was foliage and leaves, the floor of the forest. She tried to sit up but a sharp pain in her arm prevented her from putting any weight on it. Looking down through blurred she could see a thick gash had been cut there. Through the fog in her ears she could hear people talking, indicating there were people nearby and smelt smoke, a fire was lit.

Trying hard she attempted to recall the last thing she remembered.

She had awoken early that morning in order to watch over her parents to see what incantation they were referring to the night before. Her mother went about her normal duties. Did her homely chores and after lunch went to visit Ayana at the other end of the village. She knew that Ayana, her mother and Esther were all fairly close friends as there were not many other witches nearby to call upon in a land of werewolves and other fierce some creatures. Her mother and father had arrived in the new world on the same ship as the Mikaelson's so had obviously met there and had opted to settle in the same area as one another. Her mother did nothing untoward or out of the ordinary for the day, much to Kara's surprise. The two youngest boys, Drake and Wade went to the river fishing whilst Alistair went to chop some wood with their father.

Kara was supposed to go foraging with Rebekah but feigned a headache in order to keep watch on the house and the comings and goings of her parents. Twice she had stolen a peek at their grimoire but couldn't find anything that might explain what was to happen tonight.

She clutched her right, injured arm and sat up in an effort to gage her surroundings. She was in the forest just outside the village that much she could tell but still had no clue how she had come to be here. Slowly she hobbled to a standing position and headed towards the voices she had heard. Her eyes were blurred but she could make out a great bon fire like structure with dark figures gathered around it, two somewhat taller than the rest.

"Ah, Kara dear you're awake" a familiar voice came from the direction of the figures. The voice was her mothers and she was addressing her like she had just awoken from a casual midday nap.

"Mother? What is happening here?" she asked startled gazing around her for any sort of clue.

"Shh" her Mother hushed "Do not be afraid for today is a day of celebration". A smile donned her face and it was now that Kara could see her father placing ingredients of some sort into a large pot and instructing her brothers to do the same thing.

Her mother handed her a wet cloth.

"For your cut sweetheart, we had to take some blood for the spell, but we all made the sacrifice" she said showing her daughter her own cut. She smiled sweetly before turning back and starting to paint on a level surface of short grass with a substance she had been concocting moments before. It took her only a few minutes until the symbol was complete. It was one which Kara didn't recognise. It was almost like a star but had six spokes and a circle in the centre. One spoke was a little more elongated than the rest and that is where Martha stood. Edmund placed the pot he was mixing ingredients into onto the centre of the circle before standing at the opposite spoke to his wife. Alistair stood on the next spoke and directed Kara to stand on the one beside him. Wade and Blake copied their siblings and each took position on the remaining lines. Martha who was standing on the primary spoke look charge. She raised both her head and her arms to the skies and stared upwards with such determination. She had obviously memorised what she had to know from the grimoire already.

She spoke firmly and determined, as if all of her life had been directing to this one moment.

She stopped in her speech and nodded to Edmund who tosses a small stone like object into the pot.

At first nothing happened, then, from nowhere a violent wind ripped through the forest.

"It's the spirits" Edmund yelled over the gusts "They are not happy".

Martha nodded in agreement with her husband but continued on.

She rattled on in Latin, the words sounding strange but serious to Kara.

A flash of lightening came from nowhere lighting the pot in the centre of the symbol on fire with one sharp hit and a deafening thunder followed.

"Fiat" she spoke weakly, a small trickle of blood emanating from her nose.

Another flash of lightning struck, centimetres from Martha's foot and then, like nothing had happened the sky cleared and the wind died.

Martha collapsed to the floor from pure exhaustion and Edmund ran to her.

"Father what on earth did we just do?" Alistair asked the only one of the children brave enough to even string together the sentence.

Edmund smiled to his wife who returned it and nodded.

"We, my dear boy have just given you the ultimate gift of power" Edmund laughed almost hysterically before continuing "You my children will fear nothing not even the spirits, you will be unstoppable".

He laughed again and this time Martha joined in with albeit not with as much zest as her husband.

"I don't understand Father" Wade prodded a look utter confusion, much like the other children plain to see on his face "How could that be?"

"We made a deal" Edmund said standing up and helping his wife with him "So you will have the means in your veins to do as you wish. To mould the world to your choosing and no one will ever be able to stop you. You will have nothing to fear. Not natives, not wolves and certainly not the spirits. You my children are the new breed of magik, you are the masters" Kara didn't know what to think. The spirits would never let people attempt to take so much power, there would be dire consequences.

"But the spirits would never allow us to take…" Kara began trying to voice her concern only to be stopped by her father.

"We no longer have to worry about the spirits, we longer take our power from nature they no longer control us".

"Well then where do we get our power from father?" Alistair asked.

Edmund stopped before replying at this point letting Martha take over the conversation.

"A demonic source" she said her sweet voice making the words she had just spoken nicer than they were "We sacrificed our souls for our children's power and one day you will do the same for your own children"

"But, your soul Mother?" Alistair asked in pure shook.

Martha nodded.

"Yes. It is not the next world we must worry about but the world we live in now and we must be masters of it"

The children just looked at their parents in shock. Never had they seen them this concerned about power before. Sure it was important to them, they were witches. But never had they once spoken of the spirits in a nasty way, never had they spelled an incantation so evil and wrong. Kara felt wrong in herself, the power running through her veins, power she was not supposed to possess but did. She could tell that two of her three brothers felt the same as she but that Drake looked disturbingly too comfortable with the thought of his new skills.

Suddenly Edmund stood above them all again, Martha in his shadow.

"You must tell no one of this. We will be exiled if anyone was to find out what we did especially any other witches".

The children all nodded slowly in agreement. To be honest Kara would have no idea how to explain what had happened tonight even if she did wish to tell someone. With a heavy heart and a very active mind she followed the rest of her family home knowing full well that she would not be able to sleep this night.

So what did you think? I hope it's not too confusing but any questions let me know..:)

Just thought it would be a good twist in the tale to add another force to the fight. It has been a struggle to write and then rewrite this chapter so I hope you liked it….please please let me know….:) xxx