This is my first attempt at fan-fiction... Please don't hate me if I suck.

Cassie Blake wakes up with the usual feeling of alarm. The feeling that someone was watching her never ceased and it scared her to her core. Now, it was worse than before. They were getting closer, she could feel it. If the other Balcoin children were anything like her father, she knew that her friends were in trouble. Even if they weren't a Circle, anymore, Cassie still had to protect them.

She sits up and rubs at her eyes. The light that shone threw her window was too much to handle. Cassie smirks as her curtains close themselves. She was relieved that she no longer had to feel angry to use her magic. The Circle was broken and her powers were now her own. Best of all, her dark magic wasn't necessary. Her normal powers were all she needed, at the moment which was satisfying because her dark magic reminded her of her father and what was coming for her.

Cassie gets out of her bed and starts to prepare for the day by showering, dressing and finally eating.

When she walks into her kitchen, she couldn't help, but notice how bare it seemed. Her home was empty and she felt alone. Her mother and her grandmother were killed, her father, who deserved what he got, died a month ago and Diana Meade, her half-sister left around the same time. She had simply left Cassie and the others. Cassie couldn't blame her, though. Chance Harbor was chaotic.

As she takes another bite of her bland tasting corn flakes, the door bell rings and Cassie hurries to the door. She flings it open and standing there is the last person she expected to see on her doorstep, Faye Chamberlain.

Her smile was wide and welcoming, which confused Cassie. Faye was never welcoming. "Faye, what are you doing here?" Cassie questions.

Faye lets out an amused laugh. "Oh come on, Cassie!" she drawls. "We almost died together!"

Cassie gives her a wary smile, "Circle stuff?" Even when there wasn't a Circle, there would always be Circle stuff, especially with the other Blackwell children on their way.

Faye shrugs, carelessly. "Melissa claims she has an idea."

"You don't sound convinced." Cassie points out.

"Did you ever notice how all of our plans backfire, Cassie?" Faye says with a serious expression. It was an expression Cassie hadn't seen often.

Cassie gives her a stiff nod, "But we had to try. They aren't far, I can feel them."

Faye turns away and starts walking back to her car. Cassie grabs her jacket from off the hook and walks out of the house, shutting the door behind her. She follows Faye in her car to Melissa house, though it was hard to keep up. Faye was an insane driver.

They both park in front of Melissa's house and rush inside. Adam Conant and Jake Armstrong were both sitting on the couches when Faye and Cassie walked inside. Cassie gives them a greeting smile and notices Melissa there. "Where's Melissa?" she asks them.

Before they could answer her, she hears an "In here!" from the kitchen. Seconds later, Melissa Glaser walks into the living room with glasses of lemonade in her hands. "Thirsty, Cassie?" she says and offers her a glass.

Cassie takes the glass as Faye groans, "Quit stalling!"

Melissa grins, "I just love to make you suffer."

"What's going on?" Adam says in a curious tone as he sits up.

Faye rolls her eyes. "Melly here, has an idea that just might save our asses."

Adam and Jake's eyes widen in surprise. "What is it?" Jake says, eagerly.

Cassie takes a seat next to Adam, and begins to shift, uncomfortably. She sees Faye roll her eyes, once again and Cassie crosses her arms. "We need to know." she tells Melissa in a flat tone.

Melissa gives her a nod. "I have a great-aunt."

"So do I." Faye snorts. "She died."

"And she's a witch." Melissa continues, ignoring Faye's snide comment. "A powerful one."

"You have to contact her!" Cassie basically demands. She suddenly felt hopeful. If Melissa's great-aunt could help them or at least tell them what to do they might stand a chance against the other Balcoin's.

Melissa sighs, "I was going to. "

"Well, where is she?" Adam inquires.

"Mystic Falls, Virginia."

Faye lets out a frustrated sigh."Of freaking course!" she complains. "We couldn't she have lived a block away!"

"Call her." Jake says, finally.

Melissa takes out her cell phone and dials a number. She then, presses the phone to her ear and waits for it to stop ringing.

"Hello?" A strained girl's voice answers.

"Uh, is this Shelia Bennett?" Melissa asks in a shaky tone.

"No." the girl practically spat. "She passed away."

"Oh god," Melissa gasps. "I'm so sorry."

"Who is this?" the girl asks.

"Melissa," she replies. "Shelia was my great-aunt."

"You're a Bennett?" the girl says in a surprised tone.

Melissa frowns, and Faye throws her a look. "My mother was."

"I've never heard of you or your mother." the girl sighs in a dismissive tone. "I didn't even know Gram had siblings."

"Look, I called because I needed help, okay? Obviously, asking me about my family history isn't going to help." Melissa snaps at the girl.

"What do you need help with?" the girl says, suddenly.

"You wouldn't understand." Melissa grumbles.

Melissa hears the girl snort, "Try me." she challenges.

Melissa gives her friends a look and they all nod in encouragement, knowing they don't have much to lose. "I need help with magic," she tells the girl. "I need a lot of help."

There was a long pause that made Melissa nervous. She was afraid the girl was going to laugh and call her insane, but she was wrong. "I'm Bonnie Bennett and I think we can help each other, Melissa."

Bonnie Bennett hangs up her phone. She wasn't surprised that she had a distant cousin, but she was surprised that she was a witch, like her. She didn't need the help they were offering in return, but she knew that some day she might. It was decided, Bonnie would go to Chance Harbor.

She walks back into Elena's room at the hospital where both Damon and Stefan Salvatore were standing over her, worriedly. Matt Donovan was sitting across the room, holding a crying Caroline Forbes in his arms. Bonnie felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Tyler wasn't dead, but neither was Klaus. The fact that Bonnie could never tell her best friend the truth made her feel terrible inside, but she knew that it was the only way.

Bonnie hears a huge intake of breath and her eyes fly to Elena Gilbert, who was now sitting up. Her eyes were wide and the emotion they reflected was clear to Bonnie. Elena was afraid and confused.

"Elena…" Stefan chokes.

Elena takes note of her surroundings. Everything was brighter, and everything was clearer. She was looking at a completely different world. She was hearing a completely different world and she understood what she had become. "Oh god, no." she barely whispers.

"I thought you were you dead." Damon manages, but Bonnie can still worry in his icy blue eyes.

"She is dead." Matt snaps over Caroline's sobs.

Elena's head snaps toward Matt's direction and all she can hear is the thumping of his heart. All she can smell is the scent of his blood that is flowing inside him. When she realized that she's thinking of her friend as a meal, she clenches her fist. "I need to get out of here." she spits threw her teeth.

"It's daytime," Matt tells her, understanding by her expression. "I'll leave." He cradles Caroline in his arms, effortlessly and quickly rushes out of the room.

Stefan then, looks at Bonnie. "Do you think you could…" he starts.

Bonnie nods, not letting him finish. "I'll make her a ring, but then I have to leave town for a while."

"What?" Elena cries. "Why?"

"Someone needs my help." Bonnie says in flat tone, trying to spare details.

"Where?"

"Chance Harbor, Washington." Bonnie tells them.

Stefan and Damon both stand up in protest, but it is Damon who speaks, "Don't go there."

"Why not?" Bonnie snaps at Damon. "I'm not Elena, Damon! You're not my keeper!"

Damon stomps over to Bonnie. "That place is overrun with witch hunters."

"I know that." she says.

"And there's John Blackwell." he points out in a dark tone.

"I know that." Bonnie repeats, gritting her teeth this time. "But he's dead and my cousin needs help cleaning up the mess he left."

Both Damon and Stefan snort as if what she said was a joke. "John Blackwell can't die." Stefan explains.

Bonnie's eyes narrow. "What do you mean?"

Stefan clears his throat. "He always comes back, Bonnie. No matter how many time you kill him," he frowns as if he knows from experience. "He always comes back."

"But then, that means…"Bonnie trails off, considering what she has gotten herself into.

"You have a lot more trouble than anticipated?" Damon finishes.

Elena finally speaks up, reminding the others that she was still there. She had the same determined look Bonnie remembered before she was turned. Bonnie knew there was no changing her mind. "We're going with you," she tells Bonnie. "Or at least I am. I think it's time I've repaid my debt to you."

"You need to feed, first." Damon adds in a serious tone. "Or you won't be doing anything, but dying."

Bonnie returns home to pack for Chance Harbor when Klaus approaches. It was odd to know that she was seeing Tyler, but speaking to Klaus. Even though, Tyler Lockwood was hidden somewhere in there, it was Klaus that controlled.

"Would you care to explain why my doppelganger is a vampire?" he spit threw his teeth. He was seething and would have probably tried to have killed her if he was his old self, but Klaus was in Tyler's body, now and Tyler wasn't as strong as Bonnie was. She could have him on the floor in seconds.

"It was Dr. Fell." Bonnie snaps at him. "Now leave, before I tell Stefan about you and they lock you up in his basement cellar."

Klaus gives Bonnie a cruel smirk that sends shivers up her spine, though she'd never admit it. "This isn't over, Bonnie." he says with an evil laugh as she scurries inside her home. "I still have plans for Mystic Falls."

As Klaus disappears, Bonnie smirks. He's right¸ this isn't over. Not yet. She thought.