EDITED OCT22

Brea walked through the door of her house in the early morning. "Where the hell have you been?" Elena asked, hands on hips.

"You scared me! What's up?"

"I was looking for you, where were you?"

"I stayed at Matt's last night. Why?"

"Damon's got a lead of Stefan."

"Oh, exciting, where?"

"Chicago."

"Chicago," Brea whined.

"What?"

"I don't want to go to Chicago."

"Why wouldn't you?" Elena asked confused.

"Dude, it's Chicago. It's freaking ages away."

"It's Stefan, Brea. We have to."

"What's it worth to you?" Brea asked

"Seriously? Please, Brea."

"Sure hope we find him," Damon said interrupting the silence of the car.

"I can't believe I've been dragged along," Brea grumbled.

"Lighten up grumpy," Damon teased. "Road trips are fun."

"I hate road trips," she whined as she dropped her head against the window.

Damon then turned his attention to taunting Elena. "It would suck if the last memento Stefan gave you was that crappy old necklace," he gestured to Elena's beloved necklace.

"It's an antique, Damon," Elena snapped back. "Like you."

"Burn," Brea called sitting up in the backseat. "That was brilliant." Damon then turned around to shoot her a small glare. "I'll shut up now."

"Read this," Damon said holding up an old book. "Paints a pretty little picture of Stefan's first experience in Chicago."

"It's Stefan's diary. I'm not going to invade his private thoughts," Elena said when she realised what the book was.

"Ohh gimme," Brea said leaning forward and snatching it from her sister.

"You need to be prepared for what you're about to see," Damon said to Elena.

"I've seen Stefan in his darkest periods. I can handle it," Elena said. "Stop reading it," she told Brea.

"Oh Lena, you have not seen Stefan in his darkest period, trust me," Brea said as she flicked through his diary. "Here's one, 'March 12, 1922'."

"I remember that one," Damon smirked.

"'I've blacked out days. I wake up in stranger's blood in places I don't recognise, with women I don't remember'," Brea read out loud.

"Ah!" Damon gasped. "I'm shocked. Stefan's not a virgin?" he mocked.

"Eye's on the road grandma," Elena snapped at Damon before turning around and snatching the diary from Brea.

"Fine," Damon sighed. "Back to my game. Let me know if you see a Florida plate."

"Stefan could live anywhere in Chicago and he chose this?" Elena asked as the three of them walked into Stefan's old building.

"Well from what the diary told us, he didn't exactly spend a lot of time in his own place," Brea smirked before seeing Elena glaring. Sorry."

"She's right. There used to be an all-girls high school around the corner but it shut down for attendance issues. Weird," Damon said as they reached the apartment.

"If you're trying to scare me into giving up and going back, it's not going to work," Elena said.

"Shh," Damon dismissed before ripping off the door handle and opening the door. "Here we are," Damon said as they walked home. "Stefan's second personality home."

"Ah, home sweet home," Brea said. "Can you even use the word sweet to describe this?" she asked as they walked further in.

"He obviously hasn't been here," Elena said swiping her hand across some furniture and collecting a large amount of dust.

"Tour's not over yet," Damon said walking over to the pantry and finding a latch to open it up.

"Hidden room!" Brea said moving closer. "Wait," she said freezing. "That's not like his red room or something is it?" she asked and Damon turned to look at her inquisitively. "Tyler made me watch it with him," she shrugged.

"Awkward?" he asked.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed before Damon gestured for her and Elena to follow him into the hidden room.

Damon then turned on the light switch in the room to reveal the room was filled with bottles. "Stefan hid his alcohol. What a monster," Elena said mockingly.

"You reckon this stuff is still good?" Brea asked moving forward and taking one off the shelf.

"Look harder," Damon said and Brea turned around to see a list of names on the wall.

"It's a list of names," Elena said coming inside and Damon hummed in agreement.

"Guiseppe Salvatore..." Brea whispered and her eyes widened in realisation.

"Are these all of his victims?" Elena asked nervously.

"Still handling it?" Damon asked before leaving the room.

"What were you doing in the 1920s, paving the way for women's liberation?" Elena asked changing the subject.

"I was around. Chicago's a big city," Damon replied. "Stefan was a cocky ripper douche. But I could avoid him and still indulge in a few Daisy Buchanans of my own."

"I love that book," Brea said following Elena out of the hidden room.

"I got the first edition, want it?" Damon offered.

"Ohh, yes please," Brea smiled.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked as Damon turned around to leave.

"His old stomping ground."

"I'm coming with you," Elena said moving to follow.

"No. You stay here and whip up an actual plan. I'll come back when I find him," Damon said leaving the apartment.

"Wonder twins, alone at last," Brea smiled and Elena rolled her eyes storming over to the couch.

"And what about you? What were you doing in the 1920s?" Elena asked.

Brea sighed and came to sit down next to her sister, "Well I started off the century as a 5-year-old…"

"Seriously Brea," Elena smiled. "What were you doing?"

"I was in England, very mundane little life. Countryside, no memories of my past. My dad was in the war, low-ranked, but he was there. My mum was a housewife. It was just so… peaceful compared to the rest of my lives."

"It sounds nice," Elena smiled.

"It was. It really was. Dead by 22 though, so that wasn't all that fun."

"Brea… we're not going to let that happen. Not this time. Bonnie will help, we'll help you," Elena said and all Brea could do was give her sister a small smile, knowing there was nothing they could do.

"Brea! Brea!" Elena hissed shaking her sister awake.

"Hmm?" Brea asked as she woke up to Elena desperately tugging her arm.

"What a charming little homestead," she heard a familiar voice say from the hallway and she sprung up and grabbed her sister's hand.

"Hide! Quick. I'll distract him," Brea whispered as she shoved Elena towards the hidden room. Once Elena was hidden, Brea plastered herself up behind a wall.

"Do you feel that? Is anybody here?" she heard Klaus ask.

"It's been vacant for decades. People must break in all the time," Stefan said.

"No. I hear a heartbeat."

"Hi," Brea whispered as she stepped out, making Klaus freeze.

"Brenna," he breathed.

"I'm here with Damon," she stuttered. "He's out getting me some new clothes. I'm just going to go find him," she said as she tried to hurry away.

"What's the rush?" Klaus asked as he stood in front of her. "Chicago's a dangerous place love. You're best staying with us for a while. No doubt Damon intends on paying us a visit. We'll watch you for him."

"Why'd you bring me here?" Stefan interrupted, looking between the two cautiously.

Klaus placed a hand on Brea's arm as he walked closer to Stefan."Your friend Liam Grant, the one who drank his wife's blood. I never could figure out why you wanted his name. And then you told me your little secret, it was all part of your special little ritual," Klaus said and Brea's eyes widened.

"To write it down," Stefan said.

Brea made eye contact with Stefan behind Klaus' back and mouthed 'Elena', and jerked her head towards the cupboard.

"Relive the kill over and over again," Klaus smirked. He then walked over to the secret cupboard door and opened it. Brea's eyes widened. She needed to distract him. Now.

She turned to run out of the apartment, grabbing Klaus' attention straight away. He immediately ran in front of her.

"Leaving so soon love?" he asked. "Look inside," he urged Stefan. "You believe me now?" he asked and Stefan slowly stepped into the room. Brea nervously looked Klaus in the eye, just grateful that he was focussing solely on her, and not the fact that there were two heartbeats in the apartment.

"Look what I found," Stefan said. Brea's eyes widened in shock as Klaus turned around. Was he about to expose Elena? "1918, single malt," he said, pulling out a bottle. Brea let out a sigh of relief.

"My favourite," Klaus said. "Let's go and find someone to pair it with," he took the bottle from Stefan. "You coming love?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm staying here." Klaus gave her a smirk, and she kept her face stony. "I came with Damon, I'm leaving with Damon. Leave," she said firmly.

"As you wish," he smiled, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles before she ripped her hand away.

As soon as he and Stefan left and had been gone for a minute, Brea ran to the cupboard and opened it, allowing Elena out.

"Oh my god," Brea pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you," Elena breathed out. "You saved me."

"Thank god that worked."

"I saw him."

Elena stood hidden behind a wall, a vervain syringe at the ready when they heard footsteps approaching. Brea was standing in the room, ready to distract Klaus again. The door opened and it was just Damon. "Oh thank god," Brea collapsed onto the bed. "It's just you. It's just Damon!" she yelled out for Elena.

"Finally, I called you an hour ago," Elena said shakily.

"Make yourselves presentable. I know where Stefan's going to be tonight," Damon said chucking shopping bags at the both of them.

"I told you I was practically discovered by Klaus. If it wasn't for Brea he probably would've killed me and you're worried about what we're wearing?" Elena asks angrily.

"I had an hour to realise what a bad idea it was to leave the two of you here alone, process it and move on," Damon said, only to be met with two sets of glares. "Are you guys ok?" he threw in as an afterthought.

"Yeah," Elena answered.

"Ok, good. Get dressed. You're all road trippy and gross," Damon said.

"So you know where he's going to be?" Elena asked to confirm.

"Yes. With Klaus. So I'll distract Klaus and you deal with Stefan."

"Ok, thank you," Elena agreed.

"What do I do?" Brea asked.

"You're my backup. You run in and save my ass with your charm if he tries to kill me," Damon said and Brea nodded.

"I've got your back dude," she winked.

Damon walked up to Elena. "You're going to have about 5 minutes tops before that hybrid freak rips my heart out. For obvious reasons, I'd rather keep Brea out of this. So, please tell me you can do this."

"I can do this," Elena confirmed.

"You ready?" Damon whispered.

Brea nodded before putting her hand on Damon's chest. "Wait," she whispered. "If I go first they'll have more time."

"What?"

"Trust me," she said walking away. "Come inside in a few minutes."

"No, no, Brenna!" he hissed but she kept going.

Brea came and stood in the middle of the bar just waiting for him to turn around. After a moment she saw him stiffen, clearly realising she was there. He leant over and she heard him ask the bartender for a gin and tonic, she took one last deep breath and walked up to the stool beside him, taking the drink he was holding out for her. "I'm underage you know," she said before taking a large sip.

After another moment he slowly turned to look at her. "I take it Damon is not far behind," he smirked. "Then why are you here?" he asked, his voice breaking in the middle.

"I don't know. Damon wants Stefan back. I just came along for the ride."

He reached across and placed his hand over hers, causing her to quickly retract her own, making him flinch. "Come with me."

"What?" she asked angrily.

"I'll let Stefan go back to his brother, just please, come with me. I've just undaggered Rebekah, we can be a family again."

Brea scoffed and turned away from him to face the bar. "Are you serious? Do you think I would leave what is left of my life to go with you? After what you just did? Are you delusional? Plus, Rebekah is hardly the drawcard she used to be. I do have my memories back remember? You got them back for me, which means I remember Christmas of 1914. So don't try to use Rebekah to pull me in, that's not going to work. There's only one person you could offer that would tempt me. But I know you're not going to do that because you're a sadistic ass, and you won't relent on that matter because you know we won't stay with you," she snapped.

"Brenna…"

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm wrong! You can't. You have nothing to offer me, Nik. Not anymore," she said before going silent as she noticed Damon take a seat on the other side of Klaus.

"I see they've opened the doors to the riffraff now," Klaus smirked.

"Oh, honey, I've been called worse," Damon bit back.

Klaus grabbed the decorative umbrella out of Brea's empty glass and began spinning it in his hand. "You don't give up do you?" he asked Damon. "Another drink love?" he asked Brea before leaning over the bar and grabbing bottles and filling up Brea's glass.

"Thanks," she said quietly, lifting the glass to her mouth.

"You can ply her with alcohol all you want, she's never going to like you," Damon taunted. Klaus scowled at Damon as Brea just rolled her eyes. This conversion was going to end well if it carried on like this. "Give me my brother back and you'll never have to see me again."

"You take Stefan, and Brenna comes with me then? Fair trade," Klaus offered.

"I'm not a commodity," Brea glared.

"No deal," Damon said immediately.

"Well, I am torn. You see, I promised Stefan I wouldn't let you die but how many freebies did I really sign up for? And clearly, you want to die. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, so…" Klaus shrugged.

"What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker," Damon retorted and Brea leaned around Klaus to look at him incredulously for pushing Klaus' buttons. Klaus' face turned immediately and he lunged forward grabbing Damon by the throat.

"Nik!" Brea growled. "Cut it out!" she yelled before Nik began lifting Damon up off his feet. "Nik!" she screamed as she heard bones in Damon's neck cracking.

"Oh, dear, what was that?" Nik smirked at the noise. "I'm a little boozy, so you'll forgive me if I miss your heart the first few tries," he said before stabbing Damon with Brea's drink umbrella.

"Nik stop it!" Brea yelled.

"No, that's not it," Nik said before stabbing Damon again making him scream. "Oh, almost!"

"You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan, I'm so much more fun," Damon suggested.

All Nik did was throw Damon across the room. "Nik! Enough!" Brea yelled grabbing his arm.

Klaus spun around and placed his hands on her face. "Go outside love. No need to watch," he said before walking over to a chair and snapping the leg off of it. "You won't be any fun after you're dead," Klaus said as he crouched over Damon, ready to stake him.

"NO!" Brea yelled and ran at Nik's arm, trying to keep him from staking Damon. Just as he raised the stake, it caught fire. Brea screamed as the flames got close to her. Nik quickly threw the stake away and grabbed her arms as he checked her over.

"Are you ok? Did it burn you? Are you ok?" he asked grabbing her hands to check for burn marks.

"No," Brea stuttered. "I'm fine."

After being reassured she was ok, he stood up, turning to the witch who set the stake alight. "Really?"

"Not in my bar. You take it outside," she snapped.

Klaus growled and turned back to Damon. "You don't have to negotiate your brother's freedom. When I'm done with him, he won't want to go back." He made a move towards Brea only for Damon to cut him off. He merely pursed his lips before storming away.

"Come on," Damon pulled Brea outside and towards the car.

By the time Damon and Brea reached the car, Elena was already sitting in the front, and the two of them got in in silence. "You ok?" Damon asked her.

"Just drive," Elena instructed holding back tears.

As Brea walked past her brother's room she heard him yell. "Yeah, yeah, I can hear you alright? What the hell?"

"Dude you're weird," she said stopping in front of his open door, making him spin around to face her. "I didn't even say anything, why are you yelling at me?"

"I wasn't uh, I wasn't talking to you. I was um… practising."

"Practising?"

"Yeah, practising."

"For what?" Brea snorted leaning on the door frame.

"The school play."

"The school play," Brea laughed and Jeremy shrugged. "Oh my god, you're like the worst actor ever Jer. They won't let you in."

"I'm not a bad actor," he defended.

"Yeah, you are. Remember when we were kids and we'd act out Mary Poppins?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered nervously looking at the empty space next to him.

"You sucked."

"No I didn't," he said lifting his head to look at her.

"Yeah, you did. Dad even gave you one of his shirts so it would cover all of you when you curled up."

"Well you didn't give me a good enough role," he argued.

"Jer, you were her magic bag. All you had to do was sit there and let me pull stuff out from under dad's shirt. Easiest role in the history of acting."

"I did a good job."

"Bags don't sneeze Jer. You sucked. Anyway, I got things to do so I'll see you later."

"What things?" he asked.

"Um, nothing. I really have nothing to do, just going to hang out in my room," she smirked. "Door closed?" she asked and he nodded, so she reached in and shut his door before walking away. As she walked she could hear him talking to himself again, "weird kid," she muttered as she entered her own room.

"Bonnie's here," Jeremy said knocking on Brea's door and she let out a cheer. "Bon Bon!" she yelled and ran down the stairs, engulfing her friend in a hug. "Never leave me again. Elena and Caroline are insane, insane I tell you! I'm so glad you're back though."

"Chilli!" Elena snapped as she looked at what Caroline was carrying. "He was right. Everyone's making chilli," she groaned. "Oh no! The chilli," she said eyes widening before running into the kitchen to take it off the stove and the other girls followed her in. "So tell me about your summer," Elena said to Bonnie.

"The problem with my dad's normal side of the family is that normal made for a really boring summer," Bonnie smiled as she and Brea sat down at the bench.

"After the last few days, I would kill for a normal family," Caroline said.

"Do you two want to swap?" Brea asked Bonnie.

"Since when did you learn to cook chilli?" Caroline asked Elena as the two decanted one pot into another.

"Damon helped a little," Elena replied.

"Damon's helping you cook now?" Bonnie asked judgingly.

"All three of you, stop judging. He's just trying to be a good AHHH!" she said yelling in pain. "Ah!"

"Did I splash you?" Caroline asked concerned, putting the pot down.

"No, no, my necklace," Elena said pulling it off her chest to show a raw red mark on her chest. "It burned me."

"Maybe it's a sign you shouldn't be wearing it," Caroline said.

"Caroline," Bonnie scolded.

"What? I'm just saying. If you're going to be cooking without Stefan," Caroline accused.

"Cooking with Damon, so disrespectful to Stefan," Brea said and Elena looked at her sister hurt. "No, I'm serious. I mean if you're going to cook with him you may as well just sleep with him too," Brea said sarcastically and Elena rolled her eyes, not amused. "Chill out Caroline."

"Let me see it," Bonnie said and Elena held it out to her. Bonnie stared at it a while before reaching out to touch it, only to have it shock her.

"Standard necklace behaviour," Brea said nervously as all the girls looked at each other.

"Yo," Brea said coming up behind Tyler.

"Yo," he said back.

Brea scoffed as she picked up the 'Gilbert Family Chilli' place card. "Everybody made chilli."

"And all the chilli sucks," Tyler added.

"Urgh I am so not ready for school to go back," Brea whined.

"Well, we've got senior prank night to look forward to as well."

"Oh yeah! Exciting stuff! I almost forgot about that."

"Come on Brea. You've been looking forward to this night since we started high school. Remember all the plans we made for Tanner?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "Covering his blackboard in whipped cream would've been great. But, hey, Tanner's not around anymore but Ric is. Brilliant. I'm so going to get him back for giving me food poisoning."

"Jeremy gave you food poisoning, not Ric," Tyler smiled.

"Well, technically. But we blame Ric remember."

"Right," he smirked.

"Stop it! Jeremy didn't know how long the sandwich was on the bench for."

"If you had lived there for the summer you would've known," he teased.

"Stop!" she laughed elbowing him in the ribs. "Ric left the sandwich on the bench for three days, don't blame Jer, he was just trying to be nice by giving it to me."

"Ok, or," Tyler said spinning around to face her. "He's out to get you. I mean did you just fall down those stairs when you were 8 or were you pushed?" he said holding up his arms.

Brea laughed. "Ok, stop it now," she said shoving his arms back down to his side.

"Hey Brea, Tyler," a voice said from behind her and she spun around.

"Chad, Dana! Hey," she said with a smile.

"So everyone made chilli huh?" he said nodding at the table.

"Founding family specialty," she laughed.

"Alright, well we might catch you guys later," Chad smiled before he and Dana walked off.

"You're getting good at that," Tyler said.

"Good at what?" Brea said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Accent change. I'll admit, in summer you were all over the place, switching between American and English. But that was smooth," he said holding his hand up for a high five and she obliged with a laugh.

"You're an idiot," she smiled.

"Jer!" Brea yelled as she ran inside the house.

"What! What!" he yelled back running out to the top of the stairs.

"I need help, Ric's temporarily dead in his truck. I need you to carry him in and put him on the couch please."

"Wait, wait, wait. From the start please?" he asked as he ran down the stairs.

"So Elena called me. She and Damon had a fight. He retaliated by snapping Ric's neck. Elena ran after Damon to stop him from going on a rampage. She called me. I got Tyler to carry him to the car. I drove home. I ran inside. I called you. Any questions?"

Jeremy was frozen as he looked at her. "Yeah like a million. But I doubt you'll be able to answer any of them."

"Can you just go get Ric?"

"Yeah, on it," he nodded.

"What a shit day," Brea sighed as Jeremy placed Ric on the couch. "I swear there is nothing worse than these bloody Founders Party's. We should stage a boycott."

"Well out of the two of us, you're the only one who went today."

"Don't fight with me dude. It won't go well for you."

Mystic Falls, 984 A.D

"Sister!" Nik called as he and Brenna arrived back into the main part of the village.

"What is it Niklaus?" a girl whined. "Who is this?" she asked seeing Brenna.

"Rebekah, I bring you a new friend."

"Hello," Brenna greeted.

"Hello," Rebekah returned with a large smile. "I'm Rebekah."

"I'm Brenna."

"You're new."

"Yes, you visited with my family earlier today, they were quite taken with you," Brenna smiled.

"Thank you," Rebekah said moving even closer.

"See, isn't she lovely Rebekah?" Nik asked his sister and the two girls turned to smile at him.

"Yes, she is," Rebekah agreed. "I just know we are going to be best friends," she said before subtly wiggling her eyebrows at Nik.

"Oh, I completely agree," Brenna smiled.

"Rebekah, what have you done with my shoe?" a voice snapped.

"If you want your shoe, you'll have to find it yourself," Rebekah yelled back.

"Who is that?" Brenna asked.

Nik groaned. "Only our ridiculous brother. He's a menace."

"Rebekah!" the voice yelled again getting closer. "Rebekah I swear I will…" he slammed the door of their home. "Oh," he stopped when he saw Brenna. "No one told me we had company," he sauntered forward. "Kol Mikaelson, pleasure," he greeted taking her hand and kissing it.

"Brenna Braldston," she said removing her hand from his, trying her best not to laugh at him. "Is this your only other sibling Niklaus?" she asked turning to Nik.

"The only charming one," Kol piped up, causing her to whip her head around to look at him.

"I'm sure," she smirked at him.

"I have three other brothers," Nik spoke up breaking their eye contact. "Two older, Elijah and Finn and one younger, Henrick."

"I am of course the most attractive," Kol said again.

Brenna turned around and took a few steps toward him not breaking eye contact. "Yes, of course, there is nothing as attractive and charming as a man wearing only one shoe," she whispered to him before stepping away with a glare.

"Rebekah I swear to god I'm going to kill you," he hissed before storming off inside. All the while Brenna couldn't take her eyes off his retreating figure, something that Nik didn't fail to notice.

"That was brilliant," Rebekah laughed as she watched her brother run inside. "No one has ever shut Kol down like that before."

"There are others?" Brenna asked with a laugh as she turned to look at Rebekah.

"Kol's a flirt if there ever was one, but nothing serious. I think deep down he believes in love and all that, don't tell him I said that though," Rebekah smiled.

"Of course not," Brenna said turning to look back at the house only to see a pair of brown eyes staring back at her.

"Would you like to meet my other brothers, Brenna?" Nik asked.

"Yes," she replied not breaking eye contact with Kol through the window. "I would very much like that."

"Well, this way then," Nik said holding out his arm to guide her and she looked away from Kol and smiled at Nik before moving forward.

"I am so glad I met you Niklaus, I can just tell we'll be friends for a very long time."

"Friends," he muttered gruffly under his breath, "perfect."

Brea sat down by the river fiddling with the photo that Klaus had given her for her birthday when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head to see who it was and saw her sister. "Hey," Brea said turning back.

"Hey," she replied sitting down next to her. "Where'd you get that?" she asked pointing to the picture.

"Nik," Brea sighed. "You can't tell anyone."

"I'd never."

"It's good to see you, Katerina," Brea smiled. "Nice hair," she said smiling as she saw her hair had been straightened.

"Didn't fool you, but I fooled Bonnie."

"What'd you want with Bon?" Brea asked.

"This," Katherine said holding up Elena's necklace.

"That's Bekah's you know," Brea said and Katherine smirked. "You did know."

"Little discovery I made in Chicago."

"Chicago! What the hell were you doing there?" she asked and Katherine just shrugged. "I think they're looking for the necklace, it burnt Elena yesterday. So you have to get that thing as far away from here as possible and then you have to leave it there, don't keep it with you."

"I killed the witch they were using to find it," she smirked.

"You what?"

"Killed the witch. I want to keep Klaus away from here. Away from you. You know your annoying little brother has been seeing the ghosts of his dead girlfriends all summer?"

"I'm pretty sure that's a movie… wait, what?" she asked turning to face her sister.

"Bon Bon just told me. Vicki and Anna."

"Anna? He's been seeing Anna? How?"

"Side effect of when he was brought back to life apparently. He's been talking to them."

"That's insane. He would have told me."

"Guess the little brother's been keeping secrets. Sorry. I have to go. Help Stefan out with his master plan."

"Master plan?" Brea asked and Katherine just wiggled her eyebrows.

"Happy birthday by the way. Your present is at your house. Don't forget your weekly check-in phone call also. You were late last week."

"Sorry," Brea rolled her eyes. "Wait, what present?"

"Just go see," Katherine smiled before walking off.

Brea smiled before she got up and drove home. As she pulled up in the driveway she saw on the porch swing a giant bouquet of flowers. She parked the car, got out and walked up to it, pulling off the note and reading it.

To my darling sister,

A bouquet of flowers for my precious flower of a sister.

I know you love these pink camellia flowers, I had a witch spell them so they'll never die, just like our bond.

I love you,

Katerina xx