Forbidden

Summary: Rachel has dreams of a life that is not her own, when her grandmother's disappearance, all signs points towards the Supernatural, Rachel becomes hasty about her rejection towards her witch heritage. When fate decides to bring her and our favourite Original Hybrid, with secrets of his own – secrets that will lead Rachel to her own sacred calling. Yet, there is something that both of them don't know, an inescapable truth for longed told that will push the boundaries between them both.

Chapter Two:

Niklaus 'Klaus' Mikaelson was bored, he was bored in waiting for five hundred years for the new Doppelganger of Tatia Petrova to be reborn; he sighed as a moan came to his attention- the brunette, female vampire that who's name continues to escape his mind started to awaken from her collapse form due to from Greta for using magic for failing Klaus once more.

"So," Klaus muttered, getting to his feet and towering over the vampire, who held fear in her green eyes. "You now know what Greta is capable of, and of course you know what I am capable of- do not fail me again or this will the last time you will see the light of day."

"Yes, sir."

Rochelle… That was the girl's name- now he remembered who she was. The brunette woman was in charge of bringing the old hag, Amelia Salvarsan to him, she was a powerful witch- almost as powerful as the witch that had cursed him. But Rochelle had let her love and trust for the witch cloud her judgement, telling the old woman exactly what she was needed for and the old woman escaped- another person for Klaus to track down.

He was just extremely bored with it all, maybe he should un-dagger his siblings- apart from one- Elijah, his older brother.

"Wait, Rochelle."

The said brunette vampire turned to face Klaus, as did Greta who was little annoyed that she get to punish Rochelle faster. "I am afraid that there has been a change of plans."

"Change of plans?" Rochelle replied, her eyebrows raised in confusion as to wonder what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"

Greta slightly jumped as Klaus blurred over to Rochelle with a blink of an eye, he was so close to her that he looked as if he could kiss her; then his right hand plunged into Rochelle's chest, the vampire gasped as she stumbled a little before falling to the wooden floor once again. "That's what I meant. Your services to me are no longer required."

He dropped Rochelle's heart next to the dead vampire, but not before he heard a small whisper escape from her blood covered lips. "Forgive me, Rachel."

Rachel? Who the bloody hell was Rachel? Klaus didn't care, the weak link from his plans was once again removed. Klaus smirked as two of his men brought in the limp form of the Supernatural hunter, Alaric Saltzman.

At least he wasn't going to be bored anymore.

…..

Rachel sat at the Lima Bean café, that's where she convinced Blaine to meet her; the café was stylized with black Formica kidney-shaped tables, with half curving, scarlet bench seats curving around the widest side. Stainless steel pipes twisted and curved overhead, lights were affixed to them aimed at all directions. Some say it was designed in a slight retro, sixties chic but Rachel thought it felt more like 'Jetsons Chic' to her. The colours were perfect for today, it was Halloween, and Rachel was sitting at one of the little orange table-clothed covered wooden tables, with a blinking ghost-shaped light waiting for Blaine. Unknown to most people, apart from Rachel and Kurt, Blaine Anderson was in fact was a Wiccan; and Rachel felt awkward as hell, waiting for him.

Several years ago both Blaine and Rachel been close, best friends even or had been until Rachel renounced her Wiccan hood and handed in her pentacle-well she didn't actually hand in her small, silver pent over to her grandmother- it was buried somewhere in her treasure chest. Blaine had started studying witchcraft in secret, due to his parents being totally against his beliefs from the start- they were still slight sceptical of him coming out as homosexual. Them both being the independent type, Amelia had placed them together and they have been glued to the hip ever since then.

Even now, when Rachel was no longer a believer, the Craft Holidays still felt like they were hers as well, but there was a lot said for celebrating the holidays with the others, banging the djembe drum alone in her room wasn't the same as doing it along with twenty others, all playing as one. And since the only people that celebrated Wiccan holidays were Wiccan people, Rachel had ended up seeking them out- Bonnie Bennett was all the way back in Rachel's father, Leroy's birthplace, Mystic Falls, her grandmother also was there so she couldn't possibly call them- she could write to them, call them or even face-time them via her IPhone- but it wasn't the same as sitting down across from them, holding their hands as she explained her strange dreams.

Blaine's coven, Rachel couldn't help but lightly snigger at the name, was a traditional one in a lot of ways, with a secret oathbound rites and all that. Blaine was its second-in-command, with a Pagan lineage as long as his leg, and therefore was entitled to be addressed as Lord Blaine but he had never brought into that lofty title- no called him Lord anything.

As soon as Rachel's mind visualized Blaine, from his sleeked brunette hair, peachy, pale skin and dazzling brown eyes; Blaine came in followed shortly by Kurt, they both waved at her and sent her a charming smile, stopping at the counter on their over and not continuing towards her until they got their original coffees.

"Trick or treat!" Kurt chuckled, as he sat across from Rachel. "How have you been Rachel? The Glee club's missing their 'star'."

"Good." Rachel replied, sighing. "I'll return to High school soon, it's that I'm…."

"Feeling uncomfortable?" Blaine asked making Rachel looked up at him and his hand reached across the table, covering her hand. "No need to be."

"I love your jacket, Kurt."

"Thank you," Kurt replied, unzipping the newly brought jacket and placed on the chair beside Rachel. "But I assume the jacket isn't what you called Blaine and I for and since I'm on my lunch break, my time is limited- as well as Blaine, might as well skip to what has been bothering you."

Nodding in agreement, Rachel pulled her head back into the game; not before reminding herself to ask Kurt where he got that jacket from.

Stay on topic, Rachel

"I appreciate you and Blaine gave up your lunch hour to help me out, I'm buying by the way."

"Damn right you are, girl." Blaine replied, winking at her.

"Well this is going to sound crazy, I know because I think I am going crazy." Rachel explained, as she took a sip of her Mocha, and chewed on the donut Blaine had handed her. "But I've been having a recurring dream, well nightmare really."

"Alright, I am good at interoperating dreams." Blaine said, smiling. "Go ahead, tell me about it."

Rachel nodded, trying to believe that it could get better. "But I don't think it's a dream at all."

"No?"

"No."

"Then what could it possibly be?" Kurt asked, looking confused.

"I was hoping that Blaine could tell me." Rachel asked, hopefully.

Blaine face then turned serious, it was then broken as he took a bite out of his donut. "Continue."

"Okay, in the dream, I'm standing on the edge of cliff, wearing clothes from a whole other era. There's two men, standing on either side of me, one of them I knew personally and loved dearly- the other not so much- I loved as a brother."

"Wait, is this heading for a three-way?" Kurt asked, as both Blaine and Rachel looked at him blankly. "Sorry, just trying to lightened the mood- still not use to see you so intense, Rachel."

"This, whatever it is… Is intense." Rachel replied, shaking her head. "Can you both let me finish without anymore interruptions?"

Blaine and Kurt both made a zipper motion over their lips.

"The three of us had just previously escaped danger, the two men helped me escape from capture; we all had some kind of plan- I can't remember what that plans is when I wake up, but I always seem to remember what it was in my dreams." Rachel added, sighing as tears came to her eyes, as she could remember the pain from her back, it still was hurting a little. "We here shouts and the approaching horseshoes of the village men that hunted us down, the one closer to me- the blonde one, he pushes me behind him- the next thing I know I am falling, hitting the waters and sharp rocks below- voices start to chant in a dead language, a language I know yet have no clue in what language it is and before I could see myself impact with the waters, blackness tend to come then."

Blaine blinked. "Any names floating around your head? Any words you could understand from the chanting voices?"

I nodded hard. "The man we were running from, his name was Mikael. I feel like I was captured not only because I was caught doing forbidden magic; hut because I was their protector."

"Any clues in your geography?" Blaine asked, as Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat- Rachel knew that when Blaine gets this deep into the Wiccan ways- Kurt feels like he was going to lose him altogether. "Or the clothing you wore?"

"The dress looked to be in the 1100s era, I woke up referring to the country as Ireland, but then a voice whispered, calling me Figlio that it was Italy."

"Anything else?" he asked, as if fascinated by the story.

"Why? Do you know something?"

His eyes flared a little, Rachel shook her head lightly. "Then there's this." Rachel then pulled back the sleeves of her black paisley, smock top and revealed the shackle burns on her wrists.

"Holy hell." Kurt replied, as Blaine grabbed her hands, turning them over.

"That was my reaction, too."

Their gaze remained on Rachel's reddened wrists until she lowered them back into her lap, letting the sleeves fall back into place.

"So? What do you think?"

Blaine shook his head as if he was trying to clear it, Kurt looked as if he was thinking about something- and he decided to ask her what he thought. "Couldn't you have gotten those some other way? Some ordinary way?"

"A sexual bondage sort of way, you mean?" Rachel asked, folding her arms and looked at Kurt darkly.

"Rach-…"

"There were no marks when I went to bed. They were there when I got up. Plus I haven't even had sex, not even with Finn and he isn't into that, I know he told me. There is no shackles in my room, let alone my house. No one broke in, drugged me, bound me up then raped me and left again, unless they managed to get into a locked all house, alarm and all. I'm telling you both this now…. It's something else… It's not natural."

"So you think it's supernatural?"

"Yes, I believe so." Rachel replied, nodding her head. Which means grandmother was right that I was wrong to stop believing in the unknown.

Blaine nodded. "Alright."

"Alright? What do you mean alright? You look like you know there's something more, you seem to know what this is all about. Do you know something I don't?"

Blaine opened his mouth, then closed it again- along with Kurt, who was puzzled at what Blaine could possibly be keeping from them both- mainly Rachel. "I'm going to do some research, and I'll tell you what I find, okay?"

He knew something, Rachel could feel it, but she knew he wanted to be sure. Fine, she could wait- a little while. "I can't wait long."

"And I wouldn't ask you to, meanwhile I think we need to do a protection spell. Would you be willing for my coven to do that for you?"

Rachel was sure the 'we' he meant the full coven, Rachel would have to look in the eyes of those witches male and female knowing that they knew she had turned her back on their faith. On her faith, on their Goddess. And yet, Rachel knew she needed something, she needed Blaine and his cooperation in all of this- if nothing else.

"When?"

"Tonight." He said, looking at his watch then got to his feet. "The sooner the better."

Rachel nodded, she didn't know if she should have explained her insane experience, or whether that just made it more frightening. "In the park, where you have your open circles?"

"No, god no Rachel." Blaine exclaimed, shaking his head. "This needs to be private, in an enclosed location- there's an occult shop in the town's square, and they have a small backyard."

He then pulled out a small slip of paper, scribbling on the back. "I'll ask to get the coven together, not all of them, just the Priestess, Seconds and the Thirds and maybe Rochelle, if she ever picks up her phone. If this is what I think it is, then it is bigger than all of us." Blaine handed Rachel the paper, and then looked at Kurt. "You need to get back to your dad's shop, I need to get a few things ready for tonight, Rachel, be there by 10:00pm, ok?"

Rachel nodded her head, blinking twice as she felt the burning sensation behind her eyes. "Okay, thank you."

"I'm second in command to the only Wiccan coven in Lima, it's part of my job- plus you're my friend, Rachel."

Watching as Kurt and Blaine left hand in hand, Rachel pulled out her phone and looked at the screen that displayed a picture of her and Finn, cuddling and looking back up at her- maybe she should give him a call and tell him that she feels a lot better and would be returning to school tomorrow.

She then swipe her phone to unlock it, pressing Finn's contact number, waiting for it to stop ringing and hear his voice, when it stopped ringing- and she could hear his breathing on the other end, a small smile came to her face.

"Hey Finn." Rachel replied, happy that he had in fact picked up and she left the Lima Bean cafe. "Sorry that I haven't been the best of girlfriend's, but I thought to let you know that I am returning to school tomorrow."

That's the end of the chapter….

Review you will… ( Just image that saying in a Yoda voice) Yes, I am weird, no need to tell me that!