Intro - Revelations

Death…loss…unhappiness became a way of life for Bonnie Bennett.

The young woman stood over her father's open grave and released the white rose from her grip as the workers slowly began to shovel dirt on top of the embellished wood. The crowd was small, a few of Solomon Bennett's colleagues, Bonnie's friends and confidants, and a small contigent of unwelcome visitors who just wanted to see what would be said and done. Sol Bennett's death had been anything but a supernatural occurrence; his demise was the result of an over zealous robber in a gas station hike. A single gunshot wound to the man's chest had ended his life. At twenty-one, the youngest Bennett found her self completely alone.

It was ultimately her choice…

Tyler Lockwood reached for her hand; his unspoken emotions ebbed and flowed in currents from his palm to hers. Now, simply wasn't the time. Empathy filled Elena's eyes and Bonnie fought to avoid her gaze. Every one in her circle understood Bonnie's situation all too well; even, Damon Salvatore. The vampire sat on the hood of the sleek family car, his ice blue eyes shielded by the expensive lens of his sunglasses. She identified with the eldest Salvatore the most.

Tears were not a luxury.

Her mother's abandonment…

The realization of who and what she was…

The passing of her beloved grandmother…

Bitter consequences of poorly made decisions intended to protect and save the ones the young witch loved the most. Bonnie was the source of most of their and her unhappiness. Caroline was a vampire – Jeremy a hate filled vigilante – Tyler a little boy still in need of his father's love.

Yet life carried on.

The day after the funeral Bonnie entered her father's home, tasked with packing his belongings, emptying his home, and finally putting her former residence on the market. She smiled when her fingers grazed the markings in the kitchen that tracked her height. Laughter reverberated throughout the vacant rooms when a box of photos tumbled from the top shelf of his closet. There Bonnie found the picture of her mother taped against chapter four and verse ten of the Song of Solomon in her father's dilapidated Bible, a twinge of regret surfaced on the outer layers of her heart. Bonnie ripped the photo from page and flipped it over.

Shreveport 1991 – Newlyweds

Bonnie had forgotten the features she shared with the woman; heart shaped face, crooked mouth, and long brown locks. That's where the similarities ended. She'd read her mother's goodbye letter on several occasions.

Sol, I can't.

Those were the only words she'd written; not even a name scribbled at the bottom of the page. Now Bonnie wondered if the can't was a result of the gift traveling through the Bennett bloodline or if the woman was such a self-centered bitch that she couldn't find the heart to raise and love her own child.

The book fell from her hands and an unmarked envelope slipped from its pages. When Bonnie retrieved the age – stained paper she discovered a note written her father's hand.

Babygirl,

If you are reading this I am gone. It pains me even in death to be separated from you. My dearest daughter despite the misunderstandings and disagreements between us, know that I always loved you. Mere words are not enough to express the pride I feel towards you and the maturity in which you use your gift. Everything happens for a reason Bonnie, do not condemn yourself for the things you could not control.

Your journey will grow darker and more difficult in the days that follow. The answers and strength you need lie with the only woman I ever loved. Find your mother Bonnie; she's waiting for you.

Always,

Solomon Bennett

Finally tears for the man Bonnie called father fell from her eyes. Furiously she brushed the water from her cheeks, ignoring the caw of the crow at the window. She reached for her bag, digging for the cell at the bottom of her Louis. Bonnie punched the numbers written at the end of Solomon Bennett's note into the keypad on her screen.

"Fangtasia…blah…blah…blah…America's premier Vampire bar…this is Pam…speak."

Bonnie's voice shook as she responded, "This is Bonnie Bennett…I'm looking for..."

The line quickly went dead, and with each subsequent call Bonnie made, the trend continued.

The only way she would get the answers she needed was face to face.

"Shreveport, here I come."