Liz is a hard working woman, who fell into the easy trap of distracting herself with boring cases and papers at her office from the pain and shame of being fooled by her husband. In doing so, she never realized the harm she pushed on her daughters. On Caroline more so, but Celia needed adult supervision and support too.

So, when Elizabeth Forbes returned home after a long night shift and found her daughters crammed in the oldest's bed, a small, but nontheless happy, smile made its way to her lips as the woman remembered the late days of adjusting, after Celia became a permanent asset to the house once Bill left that spot open. They used to sleep in one bad all the time, giving in to exhaustion for one too many movies or a lit of girl talk and bonding. A tingle in her heart told her she missed a lot in those single years. She was not the only one who suffered and she neglected the other two young women for far too long. In fact – and this thought severly disturbed het – the last real memory she has of spending time with either Caroline or Celia was the first day of work after the break she took to clear her mind. The end of the summer glanced upon her rushing out the door, looking back to her little girls still whispering under covers.

Quite the same happened the night before, only this time, the subjects at hand were more sensitive and serious than the small, innocent girl talks from childhood.

"Explain," the blonde vampire demanded once the four unexpected words left her sibling's mouth.

"Uh, I don't even know where to start."

"How about: why didn't you tell me you are a witch?"

"Because you wouldn't believe me? I mean, come on, Care!"

There are certain things that happens to be impossible to believe without proper proof. Details of the supernatural undergrounds of the world is one of them.

"You could have prove it. Like Bonnie did."

"I am not like Bonnie!" Celia screamed, frustration clear in her voice. It made Caroline even more curious, so much she almost forgot about her own problems.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to start, Care." The brunette sighed. "Can't we leave it for another time?"

"Absolutely not!" Caroline no less than shouted. "How about you start with the beggining?"

"Alright, alright."

She took a moment to reflect and ponder her next words, for in no way would reveal every aspect of her early life that night. Some wounds are too deep and painful to be opened up again. Some secrets are best to remain burried, weightening heavy only on her counscious. But she must say more than she'd like to, otherwise nothing would make sense. Therefore, the witch inhaled deeply and begin her tragic story.

Once upon a time, there was a fierce human girl going by the name of Lilith. She was banished from Heaven's Garden as she refused to be less than her husband. Roaming the earth alone, she had been surprised by the winged man that approached her one day: an angel, a celestial. Lucifer Morningstar allowed his heart to be taken over by pride, lust for power and hate. He opened his soul to the darkness and therefore he become something else – the devil.

The two outcasts kept each other company and, despite Lilith's great displeasure caused by men, they became friends. But she couldn't stand the idea of her being powerless in front of him. He was a powerful celest being, granted evil, but still, while she was just a mere human. She voiced her thoughts and the sneaky creature used it to his advantage. Lucifer striked a deal with her. He'd gave her acces to power never seen or heard of before. He'd tie her to nature spirits. In exchange, she only had to do one thing for him: carry his kids.

She agreed and in no time, Lilith became the first witch on Earth. She shared her gift with other women as the place crowded over the years due to her friend sick pleasures. Powerful bloodlines were sired, but all the witches turned their backs on her and went on with their lives, spreaded all around the world. Untill she created the very first coven: a group of magic weilders – whitches and warlocks – alike. She asked the devil to help her once again. To unite this coven and grant it power. And he did, for she, true to her word, has given him a beautiful pair of twins.

Something about these kids was wrong, though. They were half celestial and half the new species that conects with magic on a whole other level. Powerful, yes. Incredibly so, like their mother and the rest of her followers. But they were far for being normal, even for Lilith's standards. She soon discovered her sons had inhinereted her magic, as did other wizard born children. However, they got something from their father's side too. A terrible inconvenience: one had a beautiful soul, full of joy, kindness, guidable personality and bright powers. The other had a heart as dark as coal from the very beggining of his life. Cunning as he grew, cruel with no real control over it. Like they were supposed to be a pair of one angel and one demon as twins, but didn't fully develop and ended up warlocks instead.

Suitable for a Hommeric dramatic end, the light boy killed his brother to put a stop to his mad behaviour that affected poorly the unfortunate souls fallen in his hands. While his last breath of life was lifted from his body by bony hands of Death, his magic was unintentionally absorbed by his brother.

And the celestial blood, combined witg Lilith's strong will and abbilities ran in Celia's veins as well.

"Wow", Caroline stated. "And this is your coven?"

"I think 'was' is more appropriate here, but yes."

"Why not anymore?"

Because the undercover witch resented her people, resented her magic (mostly due to her people). Because her good, happy memories were eclipsed by crummy, sad ones. And she swore to herslf there will be no length too wide for her to make sure she won't become one of them her people. Including blocking her magic with a silver (brewed with magical properties to contain and dismiss any sign of magic from within the body) bracelet and forgetting all about magic and nature spirits.

Which wasn't easy. Still isn't, for she could never give it up for good. Hoping for one day to come when her magic is needed, she practiced every once in a while, to feel closer to home – something she didn't even know what, where and/or whom it was.

"Doesn't matter. You wanted to know why I'm not like Bennet anyway, right?"

"You sound more powerful than her. I mean, no offense to Bonnie, she is my friend and I love her, but if I understood things correctly than your bloodline overpower hers by far."

Celia smiled dreamingly for a second. There was once a time when hearing such things brought her pride and joy. That feeling lingered inside her, but now, she also felt sorrow at the mere mention of magic and how ridiculously powerful her family line was and how that power extended to her coven as well.

"Maybe I would – could – be, if I hadn't run away, stop learning and live life as a boring, normal mortal. And also if I wasn't a siphoner." She added quickly, cautiosly trying to get her sister to miss the part about her being a figitive. Her fingers crossed involuntarily behind her back, knowing well how smart and observent Care is. But it worked. The self explenatory word raised the older girl's interest, enough so as to not pay attention to other million possible questions she could come up with if she listened more closely to Celia's every word.

Why did the brunette witch ran? Does it mean she is not an orphan? Is she hiding from her coven? What did they do to her to push her to such extreme ends to become a stranger to them? And so many more to which answers would only be given by prying them out from the odd teenager.

"A what?"

"A siphoner. It's the term used for a witch with no acces to magic by herself. Like me. I need to take it from something, or someone, else to be able to use it."

Caroline nodded in understanding. She felt bad for Celia. Clearly she recieved some kind of defective treatment from others for what they must have deemed as inferior mojo game. Not only that, but her sister also most probably had a hard time dealing with the fact she could never make feathers fly, for example, if not close to a magic source. Also, seeing Bonnie do all those dazzling stuff and being praised for it (altough not always obvious or face to face) possibly caused her some sort of rough times.

"Do you think you can show me?" The vampire asked elastic, spreading her lips into a wide, tooth smile. On the verge of denying her request, Celia caught Caroline watching her with big, puppy eyes, the blue, glossy irises and dilated pupils begging her to give in.

Of course she did. Who could resist puppy eyes? Not even notorious criminals or endangered spies can reach such performance. "Okay, fine. What should I do?"

When her sister shrugged clueless, Celia bite her lower lip, unchained the bracelet from her wrist and slightly touched the blonde teen. A warm feeling prevaled through her arm where the witch put her hand. It soon became too hot, the type of numbing heat that after a short while feels like ice. Thankfully, Celia removed her palm and was now focusing on something, both her eyes closed tight and teeth grazing over her bottom lip.

Before Care could ask what she was doing, the lights went off. The adopted sorceress moved her mouth, muttering in a foreign language phrases that surely no other witch may understand. Soon, the whole bedroom lit up with coloured lights, all different in shapes of animals and trees long gone from this Earth. They came off the walls and flied around the two smiling girls as if they were actually alive. Each plant, each bird or mammal seemed real, tangible. When Caroline reached for one, a small Pyrenean Ibex, she gasped and grinned. It let out a soft purr as she pet it, feeling the tough texture of its fur.

"Wow", she breathed, more than impressed – awed, dazzled. The magnificent dream was cut short, unfortunetly. Celia hurried to put her spelled silver back on, for reasons Caroline didn't know yet, but would deffinetely find out.

If only her magic could save her sister in times of need.

On the other side of the world, inside a vast, old palace in which no one resided for decades, a man recieved the news of many lifetimes worth of waiting. His thin lips curled into a pleased smirk as the words he longed to hear finally hit his ears: a new doppleganger spotted in a small town near large woods.

The fine, unbelievably complex mechanism that was his mind begun to swirll at once, coming up with the best plan to succed in his goal. He gathered his witches, always ready to serve him when required to. He sent scouts in front of him to search the ground and report back anything of importance – they ended up doing more than what has been told. And he slowly marched, radiant of confidence and power, to Mystic Falls.

Remembering the last time he tried to break the curse forced upon himself, the man decided to let the hopeless believers of the sun and the moon curse do his bidding, arriving just in time to collect. But, as all great minds tend to do, he had more than one way to obtain what he wanted. This time, he won't fail. This time, Klaus Mikaelson will free himself.

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