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Mystic Falls: Humanity Part II Ch. 3

Hello, my lovely readers. I've had a bit of writer's block. Hopefully, things will move along quicker in the next month, or so. On with the show…

Chapter 3: Let Me Be Your Sanctuary

                                                    Bonnie

The world felt empty. Bonnie Bennett-Gilbert laid on her back. Feigning sleep, she allowed anything resembling living pass her by in the detention center. Jeremy Gilbert had been taken from her, again. They had made a vow to grow old together. And the people who took her love from her were probably roaming this building as Bonnie laid still, waiting. She would make them pay for taking her children's father away from them. When she'd quenched her thirst for revenge, she would go home to those same children, and allow herself to grieve.

As if someone had decided that Bonnie had no more right to lay, and drift, in the silence which had kept her company for the past forty-eight hours, a buzzing sounded. Heavy eyelids lifting, Bonnie frowned at the plain, concrete ceiling. Who would be foolish enough to enter this cell?

Heavy footsteps led toward the hard mattress she'd slept on, since arriving in this cell. "Mrs. Gilbert."

With a slowness that was partially due to having small people growing inside her and partially due to weakness from not eating, Bonnie sat up. Her narrowed eyes moved to a man who came to stand two feet from the end of the bed. He had a somber look on his face.

"What do you want?" Bonnie demanded, her voice hoarse from lack of use. She did not feel like being polite. And they could punish her. They would regret it.

The man frowned and turned. "Nichols, get this woman some water! Now!"

Bonnie's ears perked up at the sound of more footsteps. Eyes returning to the man in her cell, she watched him closely. Either he had power here, or had liked to scare people into doing what he wanted. She guessed it was both.

Soon a guard came to the cell door and the door buzzed open. The guard came in and handed his superior a bottle of water. "Go." The guard hurried away at the command, his head ducked. Yes. The man on her cell had power. And he would not be in her cell if he did not want something from her. Vamps. Wolves. Humans. It all added up to the same thing: They wanted witches for spells.

However, this group did not seem interested in using magical beings for their powers. Or maybe they were. Maybe there was something more at play. Something Bonnie, and her friends, could not have guessed. This idea made Bonnie's throat tighten.

The man in her cell held out the bottle of water. "You must be parched."

Thinking about refusing the offering; Bonnie decided she needed the water too much. But she did not thank the man as she twisted the cap, hoping that they had not contaminated the water. Lifting it to her lips, she took a slow sip, and then a long swallow, water dripped down her chin and over her neck. She was so damned thristy.

"Feel better?" The man asked. He examined Bonnie closely. She nodded, but, again, she refused to speak to him.

Hand gesturing to the single, metal chair in the room, the man said to Bonnie, "May I?" She shrugged in return. He seemed to take this as an invitation to stay. Pulling the chair over, he took a seat. "I wanted to pay my condolences. For your loss."

Suddenly enraged, Bonnie stared at the man. Her fists curled at her sides. "You want to tell me how sorry you are that my husband was murdered—in front of me—probably by men who work for you?" Bonnie let out a bitter laugh. "You can take your sentiments and—"

"Mrs. Gilbert, if I had been there—you can be assured—I would not have allowed my men to kill your husband."

These words, from this man, made Bonnie's stomach cllench, and she shook her head. "I don't believe you."

This stranger shrugged. "You don't have to." He sat back in the chair and looked Bonnie over. "Heard you haven't eaten since they took you off the IV drip, back in the lab. Not good for those babies of yours."

Again, Bonnie was annoyed. "My children are not your business."

Chuckling, the man nodded. "True. And I usually wouldn't care what ya did. Your body, your choice, right?" His eyes bored into Bonnie's and she did not like his frank look. Nor did she like that knowing little smirk on his face. Lab... Did they know that these babies could not be Jeremy's? Could they have been able to test for witch-siphons? They had Jos. Who knew what they learned from her DNA.

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Mystic Falls: Humanity Part I Ch. 19 (Unedited)

Hello, my lovely readers. Jos finds new ways to try to get home. Bonnie and Jer talk finding ways to keep their family safe. On with the show...

Chapter 19: The Great Escape

                                                          Jos

"Just another day in hell," had become Jos Saltzman's newest mantra. One day, she told herself, she would wake up at home, to Lizzie, and Hope arguing about who had a right to the curling iron and extra bathroom time. One thing Jos felt grateful for: she did not have to share this cell with another supe. If she had to listen someone else cry, or laugh hysterically, or tell her about their: parents, boyfriend, girlfriend, siblings, co-workers, or pet parakeet; Jos would lose it. The guards would need a couple of buckets to clean up the mess Jos would leave them with. Maybe they could make Alyssa Chang into her roomie. The thought of giving Alyssa reason to sleep with one eye open made Jos smile. Yes, Jos was bored. So, very bored...

Of course, life is always full of unexpected twists and turns. The door to Jos' cell buzzing open at 2:30 pm, happened to be one of those. Lunch had been over for over an hour. Dinner would be served for another couple of hours. Not that they gave anyone a clock, but Jos liked to pretend she knew what time it was. Or what day it was. Or who the president was. Well, if they had a new one, maybe she would be released. Yes, the new president had adopted a softer approach to supes. Or wanted to execute them all...

"Hello?" Jos took a slow step forward. She half-expected Townsend to pop his head in and to say something jackass-like: "Just kidding, sugar. Wanted to see if you'd try to leave before I used a cattle prod on ya! Oh, yeah, and Merry Christmas!" Ter thought made Jos shudder.

As Jos took slow steps toward the door, an unfamiliar guard moved to stand by the door. She swallowed. New did not equal good. Could this guard have been sent by Dr. Ryan Clark? Suddenly, Jos felt her heart sink. What if she was being taken to see Fanny? That might mean something happened to Fan, or the baby? Jos' pace quickened. She turned to face the guard. "What's going on?"

Most of the guards would not even meet her eye. And they have made a snide remark in reply, or ignore her entirely. But this guard's brown eyes fell on her. They looked kind, but people could lie with all their parts. "You've been allotted outdoor time, Ms. Saltzman. Come with me." He turned and led Jos down the hall. Again, most of the guards would never turn their backs on Jos. Who the hell trained this guy?

The new guard swept his key card through the slot next to the door to her floor. They walked up a flight of steps and then he turned to a side door. Swiping his card, he pushed the door open, holding it for her. Again, Jos expected some kind of ambush. Vervain bullets. Or maybe real bullets. Something painful, or horrifying, or humiliating to happen.

Instead, Jos walked into a field. Grass. Lots, and lots of grass. Some trees. And a long, large, barbed wire fence. She took several steps forward, turning her face up to the sunlight. The last time she had been in the sunlight has been when her bus brought her to this facility. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"Don't try to get over the fence." The new guard walked past her. He picked up a twig, and tossed it at the fence. The second the tiny piece of wood connected with the fence, it sizzle, and dust drifted to the ground.

Eyebrows rising, Jos shrugged. "Wouldn't even think of it." Her head moved to take in the other sights and sounds in the yard.

As it turned out, Jos was not alone. Penelope Park was walking in large circles around a group of boys tossing a ball back and forth. Jos' smile widened at the sight of MG, Roman Sienna, and Kaleb Hawkins. If only Fanny had been allowed out to play, all of Jos' friends would be here.

"Hey, you!" Penelope headed over with a big smile, her nose crinkling.

"No touching!" The newbie called out as Pen got a little too close to Jos.

Pen held up her hands with a light laugh. "Absolutely not!" She waved her fingers before lacing them behind her back. "Walk with me, Jo-Jo?"

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Mystic Falls: Humanity Part I Ch. 16 (Now Edited)

Hello, my lovely readers. We finally get to see Jos, again, and she is about to reunited with a few people. On with the show…

Chapter 16: Inside Cell 016

                                                            Jos

It might have been three days. Maybe it was three months. Jos Saltzman found that you could easily lose time in this place. All she knew for certain was on her one trip outside of the detention facility for supes, she boarded a bus and traveled for long enough to fall asleep and woke to eternal darkness. She'd counted the moon rising at least twice before the bus pulled up to a building in an unmarked area. She had no idea what town she was in, or if it was a town. She could still be in Virginia or she could be Maine. But she suspected she was in Virginia, or Virginia adjacent land. Jos figured they were in Virginia because of the flowering dogwood trees Li loved so much the bus had passed a couple turns from the new building.

Currently, Jos as examining the hallway from an upside down perspective. All she could make out was a grey wall facing her. There used to be a cell across from hers. Couldn't have the inmates looking at each other; they might use their powers of telekinesis to form plans of escape. Idiots. Not all supes had that power. Where was Bonnie Bennett when you needed her?

With a sigh, Jos allowed her legs to fall forward and stood up straight. She felt bored and hungry. Mainly hungry. The last meal she ate was the hamburger they'd given her. She thought they probably laced it with something because she'd been groggy the entirety of the bus trip.

Falling into Warrior One pose, Jos extended her bent leg and arms above her head. Might as well exercise. And wish one of the true monsters who marched up and down this hallway would trip and fall on something sharp. The idea made her smirk. Damn. She was so hungry. Yes. She had reduced to the desire to pick blood of the dirty floor.

As if someone heard her thoughts, her door buzzed. This meant she had company. Maybe they would finally allow her into the lunch room and she could meet the new group of supes who lived here.

Maybe not... Her mood darkened when Townsend entered the cell. And here, she'd been thinking that the best part if moving would be never seeing his evil ass again. This seemed like just her luck.

"Good mornin,' Josie!" Townsend clapped his hands together and grinned. Oh good, the maniac was in a good mood. He must have tortured a kitten for his morning routine.

"Morning?" Jos scoffed. "I wouldn't know." She waved a hand to the place where a window would have been.

Townsend shrugged. "Thought vamps didn't like sunlight."

Jos rolled her eyes. Showed how much he knew about what she was. However, she was not in the mood to educate the ignorant.

Making his way to stand over her, Townsend looked her over. "Saw you doing your little yoga bit. Don't want to let yourself go. Not if you're going to live."

Jos frowned. "And here I thought you brought me here to kill me." She cocked her head to the side. "So, is that why you haven't cut my head off yet? Or do your little scientists have more experiments to conduct?"

Eyes glittering, Townsend reached out and cupped Jos' cheek. "That's what I like about you, girl, you're just so spunky. Hate for someone to extinguish that spark in ya."

Jos wrinkled her nose and took a wide step to the side. If she could, she would take a shower to get the feel of his touch off of her. "What do you want?" She demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

A smile appeared on Townsend's face. Her stomach lurched, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "What do I want?" He placed his hands on his hips and let out a low whistle. "Billion dollars. Mansion of my own. Plenty if land. Cute little wife to come home to." He cocked his head to the side and stated at her while she glared back at him. "Don't worry, pumpkin. I'm just pulling your leg." Marching over to her he leaned down so they nearly nose to nose. "I want what everyone wants: Power. And I aim to get the real deal when the dust settles."

Frowning Jos tried to work through Townsend's warped mental games to figure out what his message meant, but as usual, he could not stop talking. "Right now, you, and me we have our parts to play. Now, why don't we mosey on down the hallway? If you're a good girl, I might even find a way to let you play in the yard tonight. How's that sound?"

Townsend's mouth was far too close to Jos' ear. She shook her head. "If it means I have to be nice to you: pass."

"Have it your way." Clamping a firm hand on Jos' upper arm, Townsend pushed her forward and out, into the hallway. He half-dragged her down the hall, up a flight of stairs and down another hallway. At the end of it, he punched code in and shot her a grin. "Don't try to be smart, Jos. Change these suckers by the hour. Only me, and my men know the new code." He pushed the door open with his free hand and pushed her ahead of him. "Lunch time, girl."

"You said it was morning." Jos shot Townsend a glare over her shoulder.

"It was. Eleven fifty-five. On the dot. You want to eat. Might want to move." Townsend's hand went to her back and he pushed her further into the room before letting the door close and sauntered off.

"Fuck you!" Jos snarled. She turned and used her vamp sight to peer around the cafeteria. She could see a number of tables. Just like the other facility's set-up. Then she caught sight of Penelope, MG, Kaleb and Roman. Her friends were here. They'd been moved, too. She would have cried if she did not want to appear weak.

Going to the line which was almost none existent, she waited her turn. A tray was handed to her by an instilling woman who did not look at Jos. Taking her food, Jos made her way toward her friends when someone called out her name: "Jos! Josie!"

Jo's head turned, and she found Stefanie Salvatore sitting at a table. Fanny was pregnant which made Jos' brows rise. She hoped that happened before the kid was captured; Jos' second thought was: Fan was not a supe. Why the hell was she here?

"JOS?" Fan looked so hopeful, and desperate, that Jos found herself nodding at her new friends before she made her way over to Fan's table. Looked like they would be a party if three. Again, Jos felt confused at the sight of one of docs being down here. Usually, they spent all their time in the lab, or the examination rooms. Did this guy get lost? Or was this some kind of test? Was another vamp in Jos' head, making her see Fan...

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Mystic Falls: Humanity Part I Ch. 14

Hello, my lovely readers. I wrote this chapter and then my computer died and ate it. Sorry for the wait. On with the show…

Ch. 14: Join the Club, or Die Trying

                                                            Maria

On a Friday morning, two hours after her husband, the honorable Mayor Donovan, left for work; Maria Donovan heard the doorbell chime. It rang, twice, before leaving behind an eerie silence in its wake. Frowning, Maria tied the belt of her robe and got up from the breakfast bar. When the bell tolled, she had been drinking an espresso and perusing the New York Times on her ThinkPad. As soon as Maria left the room, the ThinkPad went into sleep mode and the kitchen lights dimmed while the hall lights lit her way to the front door. The security camera panned to the left of the door, letting her know that no one stood outside. She ran a finger over the control screen and the camera titled downward. No one, but something, had arrived.

Opening the door, Mafia looked down the sidewalk and at the driveway. No one could be seen spying on her. She leaned down and plucked up a cream-colored envelope. Donovan was scrawled a across the front. Chest tightening, Maria scowled at the envelope. This was the type of invite that the Mikaelsons sent out, regularly-before the existence of vampires had been revealed. It looked like they were no longer concerned with burned up in their five-hundred count sheets.

Maria returned to the kitchen. She had every intention of tearing the invite to shreds and then running it through the garbage disposal; when she hesitated. Perhaps, she should go to their little party and find a way of exposing one of them to the men who had been cleaning the town up.

With a smile, Mafia drew a red-painted nail across the flap and removed the invite. Her brows rose at the sight of the owed on the card:

Greetings Mayor and Mayoress,

Please, join us, tonight for dinner, drinks, and a life changing opportunity.

Sincerely,

                                                                                              M. Greasely

Raising an eyebrow, Maria wondered who this M. Greasely was. She did not recall meeting anyone with that name, and Maria made it a point to know the names of anyone who held any kind of power in this tiny town.

Turning the card over, Maria did not find a clue to the new mystery. She sniffed the card, and did not find a cologne, or detect anything, other than fine stationary. Yes, whoever this M. Greasely was, they spared no expense on their invites.

Maria set the card down. Re-taking her seat at the breakfast bar, she picked up her cooling espresso and took a long sip. Narrowing her eyes, she continued to stare at the invite until a light bulb went off and she smiled. Maybe she did know who M. Greasely was, not personally, but was beginning to become a fan of their work.

Patting the card, Maria made a decision...

That night, Maria stood in her bedroom, adjusting her earrings and waited the mayor to return home. She pursed her lips at her reflection. "Mr. Mayor is home," a voice in the wall informed her.

"Thank you," Maria said. She picked up the end of her red gown and left the room, continuing down the hall and arrived at the top of the stairs.

Matt stood at the bottom of the stairs, loosening his tie, and his briefcase sat his feet. When he caught sight of his wife, his eyes rounded and he began to grin. "Maria, you look stunning." With a spring in his step, Matt bounded up the stairs and stopped before his wife. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Let me take a quick shower and make a call. I'm sure someone can fit us in for last-minute reservations."

Tilting her head, Maria offered Matt a demure smile, "Come," she said, with a little wave of her hand.

Tugging his tie off, Matt followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. When she turned to face him, Maria could see a "I don't get it" expression on Matt's face. "This!" she tapped a finger on the invite, "Is our reservation!"

A shadow passed over Matt's face. He moved closer to the breakfast bar. Instead of picking up the invite, Matt glance at Maria, "Who gave this to you?"

"No one," Maria replied, lightly.

Finally, Matt picked it up and his blues eyes scanned the contents. "You want to go to dinner hosted by a man you've never met before?" His brows went up as he turned to look at Maria.

"Yes. Since you obviously have met him." Mafia watched Matt close his eyes, briefly, before reopening them. "You've been in office too long. The former sheriff would have not let a detail like that slip easily," Maria chided him, placing a hand on his arm.

"You're my wife. I'm supposed to tell you things," Matt replied.

"But you did not tell me about this man," Maria shot back.

"I don't trust him," Matt said.

"Oh? Well, all the more reason we should go to the dinner. See what he wants from us. See who else is being recruited for this little clock-and-dagger club." Maria grinned up at Matt. "Use your training, Donovan, you've grown rusty."

Rolling his eyes, Matt leaned down and kissed his wife on the lips. "I'm going to clean up."

"Be quick. I laid out you suit and polished your shoes," Maria called, and, again, her eyes went to the invite.

Less than an hour later, Maria and Matt left their house. They were headed toward their car when a man in a black suit approached them. "Me. Mayor. Mrs. Mayor. The man tipped his hat. "Please, follow me."

Maria and Matt looked at each other before locking hands and following the newcomer to an unmarked black Lincoln Town Car. The man opens a door in the back and Maria slid inside. There was one else in the vehicle. Matt slid in beside Maria and frowned as the door closed and locked behind him.

Once the driver was behind the wheel, he turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the drive. For a moment, Maria wondered if this was a good idea, but she soon pushed her doubts into a silent corner of her mind.

Arriving at a large, non-descript building, surrounded by nothing but a massive parking lot, their driver pulled over. They were outside of the town limits and Matt no longer had any real sway. The di not make Maria happy.

Thai time their driver did not get out. Someone new came to open the back door. Matt got out and helped Maria. "Hello, Mayor Donovan

Mrs. Donovan. Please, turn around," the new male commanded.

"What?" Matt shook his head. ""No way."

The newcomer shrugged. "Mr. Greasely will be disappointed." He waved a hand and moved to open the door to the Town Car.

"No!" Maria held up a hand and turns around. She felt a cloth come down and over her head. "This is a safety protocol," their escort informed her.

Matt grumbled something Maria did not catch because a pair of earphones were placed over her ear. Matt took her hand and Maria followed him forward. At some point they went down what might be a hallway before getting onto an elevator. She only this last part because of the tiny jerked elevators make when pit into motion and the feeling of being pulled upward.

After what felt like an hour, the earphones and hood were removed from her head. Maria found that she, and Matt, we're in a room, surrounded by other well-dressed people as waitstaff went by with trays of hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne.

Maria had little time to enjoy the sights and sounds of their little spare-no-expense get together before a man of about fifty came to join them.

"Matt, I'm pleased to see that you could join us," he said with a nod and then turned to Maria. "And this must be Mrs. Donovan."

"Yes, I am." Maria smiled widely. "You are M. Greasely?"

"Please, call me Martin," he replied with a chuckle, shaking her hand. "You have no idea how happy I am that you could both make it." He waved a hand and a waiter came toward them, holding out a tray. Martin plucked up two champagne flutes and handed each of them to the Donovans. Martin took one for himself and the waiter left to mix in with the other guests.

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Mystic Falls Humanity: Part I Ch. 12

Trigger warning for mentions of attempted suicide and attempted sexual assault.

Hello, my lovely readers. Flashbacks, fantasies and other ways to deny to reality are featured here. On with the show…

Chapter 12: Tomorrow. Everything Will be Different.

                                                         Jacob

Standing at the top of The Quarry—the same spot that the older generation used to call The Falls—Jacob Salvatore lifted his arms to either side of him. A slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Inhaling, he let out a quiet laugh before he raced forward and allowed gravity to do its job. For a moment, Jacob could feel himself flying. Then gravity took hold of him and he was plummeting, head first, eyes still closed until… Ears pricking the drowning, pounding urgency of the water coming down, Jacob stared at the dark waters coming up to meet him as he flew downward to greet them…

Sinking slow, slow, slow… and then gazing upward to the sun's light reflecting off the water's surface, Jacob chased the beams of the sun until his head burst through the light. Gasping, Jacob shook his soaking wet head.

The sound of a light laugh from behind him made Jacob whirl around. His eyes searched the water. Nothing. Ducking underneath the pooling liquid around him, Jacob's eyes darted back and forth. Nothing. Breaking the surface, once more, Jacob swam to land and pushed himself to stand on the grass. "Who's there?" he demanded, placing his hands on his hips. He used his vampire-sight to peer into every nook and cranny. Nothing. A whole world of nothing.

Then the light laugh broke out, again, and Jacob found it was moving away from him. With a tiny smirk, Jacob took off at a run. His feet took him across the area. He continued to hear the laughter, ringing in his ears like an almost forgotten piece of music. It was a half-remembered sound. His heart pounded in his chest as Jacob Salvatore tore past trees and over rocks and he found himself in the replica of the woods so near the Salvatore School.

The laughter came from behind a tree. "Whoever you are. This isn't funny!" Jacob called out. He sped around the tree and caught the girl, who meant to run away from him, again.

Hope grinned up at him. "Hi, Jake," she cried. An amused expression was on her face and Jacob felt like he was in hell or heaven, if such places actually existed. Her hands lifted to cup his face. "I missed you. So much."

"Hope?" Jacob's hand went up to take her hand. He moved it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her wrist. "How are you here?" His eyes trailed over her face. He thought he'd never see her smile again. Never hear her laugh. Never tell her he loved her, ever again.

"Well, I'm here now." Hope's free hand curled around the back of Jacob's neck. He felt his predator come forth. His eyes darkened, his body tightened as she pulled his mouth to her neck. "You must be so hungry. Drink me," she moaned.

Nodding, Jacob bent his head to her throat. She was right. He'd had so little to eat. And he tore into her flesh as gently as he could. Her arms wound around his neck. Jerking her up, Jacob pressed her into the tree. She cried out as he eased her up the tree. He felt her hands in his hair he drank her blood.

Jacob forced himself to stop drinking. "I want to be with you," he moaned.

Hope nodded. "I want you, too!" she cried out, her hands going to the bottom of his shirt. She jerked it over his head and Jacob groaned as her mouth went to his chest, running over his skin. His hands undid her shirt's buttons, his fingers slid her bra off. The sight of her naked flesh made him unable to control himself as he jerked her pants down.

They cried out as he pressed her into the tree and their eyes met. "We're going to go home, Jake," Hope promised him, nodding as they moved. "Both of us."

Jacob's eyes flipped open and he gasped. Water. So much water in his lungs. Drowning. Again. He found himself forced to rise to the surface. His arms slapped at the water as he pushed himself back to land. Dragging himself over the grass, Jacob's lungs purged themselves of the water he'd swallowed after dropping from the top of The Quarry. He rolled onto his back and stared at the fading sunlight. Tears filled his eyes.

Hope. Every day, Jacob climbed to the top of The Quarry and he flew. Just like Fanny once did when Jacob threw her thinking she would enjoy what it would be like to fly. She almost died. Closing his eyes, Jacob chastised himself for his folly, once again. He'd made a colossal mistake. Elena and Damon and Sam had every right to hate him. Stefanie. He'd hurt little Stefanie. She was his family. She was a child. She'd trusted him. He'd taken something from her. He'd taken part of her childhood, her innocence, her ability to trust in people and creatures and it was not until he had all this time to himself that it all weighed down on him. Stupid. Stupid mistake.

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Mystic Falls Humanity: Part I Ch. 11

Hello, my lovely readers. A twist changes Hope's and Freddy's relationship and possibly alters the course of their future. On with the show…

Chapter 11: There's No Where for Me to Rest My Wicked Head

                                                            Hope

Sitting down on the floor of her bedroom, Hope Mikaelson stared into the darkness. Her heart hammered in her chest. She knew she would not be able to go to sleep that night. Li was home, safe and sound, tucked under her covers. She laid in a room with one empty bed where her twin sister should be sleeping tonight. Another lost little girl, stolen away by the big men with big guns and no respect for things they did not understand. Hope felt tears fill her eyes. Gulping in air, she did not allow herself to wallow. She thought about Jake. She needed to bring him home. She had to bring him home. She couldn't do this anymore. Not without him…

In the morning, Hope snuck out of the house early. She dressed and grabbed her bag without bothering to take a shower. She'd just slip into the high school before the first gym period and take one. Right now, she had somewhere she had to be.

Stopping outside of the Bennett-Gilbert house, Hope inhaled and then drew herself up to her full height. She could do this. Striding to the front door, Hope raised her hand to knock when a hand came down on her shoulder.

Spinning around, Hope caught the person who grabbed her and flipped him onto his back. The boy let out a cry of surprise and pain. "Geez, Hope, think maybe I might need that arm for… I don't know: Anything today!"

Freddy stared up at Hope. There was a little gleam in his dark eyes before he pushed himself to his feet with his uninjured arm and rubbed his bad shoulder. "Ouch."

"Sorry." Hope shouldered her bag. "I thought you might be –"

"One of them," Freddy cut in. "I know." His head turned and his eyes traveled the road as if one of their "friends" might come rolling down the road to spring out at them at any moment. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"I came to talk to Sandy," Hope replied.

"About?" Freddy's eyes followed Hope's face as she turned her head to the side and studied the side of the house. "This is about Jake, isn't it?" Her eyes found Freddy's. "Hope…" Freddy groaned. His head drooped and he shook it. "Even if she could help you bring him back, this is not a good time. You know that. You'll risk exposure. For, like, the one millionth time. Can't you ever stop being Danger Girl?"

"But know that's my brand," Hope joked. She attempted a smile and Freddy did smile back. "Freddy. I love him. You know that. I can't let him get stuck over there. Not if there's something, anything I can do."

Freddy puffed out his cheeks and held up his hands. "Okay. You got me. Call me a sucker, but I guess I'm going to be your side-kick for this little adventure. But, let me give you some advice, it's probably better to do this the old fashioned way." Without another word, Freddy took hold of Hope's hand and dragged her around to the back of the house.

Peering through narrowed eyes, Freddy walked over to the closest tree and climbed its length before he threw himself at the window to Sandy's room. He tapped on the glass as Hope watched. She placed her hands on her hips, using her vampire-sight to peer into the windows of the neighbors. Seeing that none of them were watching the werewolf hanging off the side of their neighbor's house she watched as Sandy opened the window.

"Freddy, what are you doing?" Sandy said, rubbing her eyelids. She looked as well-rested as Hope.

"Hope's assembling a team of crime-fighters and she wanted to know if you were available," Freddy snarked, edging forward until Sandy had to slip back into her house. Hope watched as Freddy flung himself inside the house. Taking one more quick look around Hope leapt upward and caught the window pane. She smoothly flipped her lower body inside the open window and then slid her upper half inside. Turning around, Hope closed the door. She turned to find Sandy hugging herself.

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Mystic Falls Humanity Part 1: Ch. 10

Hello, my lovely readers. Pain, heartache and some new twists pop up in this chap along with another canon Legacies character… On with the show…

Chapter 10: Well, That's Shocking

                                                     Sam

Slumping down in front of his girlfriend's bedroom door, Sam Salvatore contemplated the ceiling. He could hear the excitement of the Mikaelson family downstairs. They were trying to figure out what to do with the hostage. "He's not staying here!" Rebekah. "Klaus, I can't believe you took one of their men!" Caroline. "This is typical Klaus. Act first. Think later." Hayley. "Perhaps we can make him useful." Elijah. A muffled cry from the hostage and then a low chuckle from Klaus before. "If nothing else, I believe that Caroline might want to ask him some questions. Don't you love?"

Sam heard footsteps on the stairs. "She still in there?" Marcel Gerard asked as he made his way down the long hallway. He slid down the wall opposite Sam.

"Yup." Sam lifted ice blue eyes to meet Temis's father's dark brown ones. Marcel nodded, turning his head to the side for a moment. "She's a lot like her mother. She's got fire in her belly. But she also cares a lot about people. Sometimes those feelings can overwhelm her. That's why it's good she's got you. You ground her."

"I do?" Sam didn't feel like he grounded Artemis Gerard. She did as she pleased. And he loved her for it. Although sometimes it scared him a little. Watching her kill a man. That scared him.

"Did she turn tonight?" Marcel asked. He nodded at the closed door.

"She started to…" Sam glanced at the closed door. "But she stopped. I stopped her. I think…" He glanced back at Marcel. "How did you know she turned?"

"I could smell the blood on her," Marcel replied, shrugging. "I guess she doesn't have to turn like Klaus and Hope do." He shook his head. "What we are… What I turned myself into. It's odd. Not really a wolf. Not really a vamp. Not anymore. Not for a while." His eyes pinned Sam to the spot. "She's more dangerous to you now, Samuel. Be careful."

"I…" Sam felt his throat constrict. He'd never felt afraid of what Temis might do him. It's really other people he feared for. Usually he feared his friends near his sister. Fanny. She was only human. She couldn't fight back. But the rest of them could. Except for Theo.

"I'm going down." Marcel pushed himself to his feet. "Let me know if Artemis comes out."

"Sure." Sam nodded and watched Marcel leave.

After a long moment, Sam got to his feet. Turning to the door, he lifted his hand and knocked. "Temis, can I come in?" he called.

No response. Frowning, Sam tried the door and found she'd locked it. "Temis, open the door. I know you can hear me." Pressing his ear to the door, Sam heard Temis' breathing. "Temis, baby…"

Finally the lock snapped out of place. Sam's hand went down to the knob and he turned it. Temis laid on her side. The lights were all off and she was staring out her window at the full moon. "Temis?" Sam made his way inside the room and closed the door behind him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sammy," Temis replied. Her voice was thick. Sam thought she had been crying. "Just leave me alone."

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Mystic Falls: Humanity Part I Ch. 2

Hello, my lovely readers. It's time to find out how things are going in the Prison World! On with the show…

Chapter 2: Your Ruby Slippers Are On Order

                                                        Jacob

Of all the people, in all the world, Jacob Salvatore had to find himself stuck in a Prison World, with both Malakai Parker, and Sandra Bennett-Gilbert. Now, Jake might be able to deal—or to make deals—with Kai. After all, the guy was the leader of the Gemini Coven. Jake and Kai could bond over having crap families and being tossed out like unwanted puppies, into the cruel, cruel world. But Sandy. Sandy was another story…

Day One:

Kai glanced around the area, a deep frown on his face. "Okay. I think this is where you blew our little toy to bits? Correct me if I'm wrong." He sent a narrow-eyed look in Sandy's direction.

Sandy glanced at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest. There were little specks of blood decorating her long, dark locks of hair, and Jake felt his stomach growl. "What makes you think I'm going to help you?" she demanded, glowering at the two siphoners.

Jake held up his hands, palms directed at Kai. "If you will, I will handle this one…" Casually sidling up to Sandy, Jacob slid an arm around the girl's waist and propelled her a few feet away from Kai, who examined the sky thoughtfully.

"He's going to kill you, dear. So, you either play nice, or risk never seeing your precious Jos again." Jacob's eyes met Sandy's, who flinched.

"Jos doesn't need me. She has James," Sandy hissed back, her eyes on Kai.

"Fine. Wonderful. Then stay here. But I have a girl to get home to. And as much I would love to spend the next couple of decades, here, finding out what you and Jos built for me, I think I would prefer to leave." Jacob stepped away from Sandy and began his own hunt for the broken bits of the ascendant.

"You're a light touch, Salvatore. Not like your uncle," Kai tsked, waving a chiding finger at Jacob as he sped over and took hold of Sandy by the neck. Her feet dangled and swung as Kai held her four feet above the ground. To give the girl the credit she so richly deserved; she did not flinch as she looked death in the face.

"Kill me!" Sandy choked out, nodding at Kai as her hands flew, instinctively, to his fingers enclosing her throat. "Just end it!"

Kai cocked his head to look at Jacob. "She wants me to kill her. Man, you two are nowhere as much fun as Damon and Bon Bon. You should have seen us, back in the day. Man, you would laugh, 'til you died." Kai paused, laughing at his own joke and dropping Sandy to the ground.

Crouching, Kai lifted Sandy's chin with his forefinger. "I'm not going to kill you, Sandy; I need you around."

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