Speeding Oceans and Magic

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one

"We're gonna have a new coach and a new student at school tomorrow," Caroline played with the ice cubes in her drink as she talked excitedly to her two best friends.

"Yeah?" Bonnie sipped her own drink, still a little shaken from seeing Mr Tanner's dead body.

"Mhmm. A female coach and her niece! I don't think I've ever been so excited for PE," the perky blonde wiggled in her seat.

Elena, however, winced, "I don't know about that, Care. Don't you think the guys will give her a hard time? Especially Tyler."

But the girl shook her head, "No way. How else could she have become a coach in the first place?"

The Bennett then nodded in realization, "By putting other guys in their places..."

Caroline pointed to the other girl with a huge grin and they high fived.

The three of the teens didn't notice Stefan as he walked into the Grill.

"I also heard they were moving into the Jackson Manor. Which makes sense i suppose, there was a bunch of renovators all over it the last couple of weeks," the Forbes blonde took another sip from her drink with a thoughtful look on her face.

The Salvatore froze halfway to their table, eyes slowly widening.

Jackson...

Now that was a name he hadn't heard in a while.

"Do you know if they are the Founding Family Jacksons?" Elena asked and Caroline shrugged.

:3

Damon was standing right beside the fireplace with a tumbler of bourbon when his brother walked in. He smirked, and was about to say something when he noticed the look on Stefan's face.

"...Stefan?"

But the blond went right past him.

The older Salvatore tilted his head with a frown, before knocking back the rest of his drink and following Stefan up the stairs.

"Hello! Little brother! I'm here to terrorize you!!"

But still, the younger vampire was stuck in his own thoughts.

"Im going to go kill someone else for the fun of it!! Hello!!"

It wasn't until he was actually in his room before he finally realized that Damon had followed him and was about to open his mouth again when Stefan finally spoke.

"Do you remember Maia and Estelle?"

It was the blue eyed Salvatore's turn to freeze.

The woman that he'd practically grown up with when she wasn't away with her grandparents. The woman that had lost her mother and raised her baby sister along with her stepfather. The woman he had...loved before Katherine. Yes, he could say that. The beautiful woman with raven coloured hair and sea green eyes, soft, tan skin and a brilliant smile with gorgeous pink lips.

She had always been quick to laugh, kind to everyone and whose wicked sharp tongue could cut a man to pieces.

And Estelle had been the most adorable kid.

If there was anyone he had missed more than he when was human, it was the two Jackson girls that had lived in the next manor over.

Then they had left and weeks later...the town burned.

"What about them?" Damon rose an eyebrow, pretending disinterest.

"Their descendants are moving back into Mystic Falls," Stefan murmured, sitting on his bed and staring at the floor, "The aunt is gonna be the new coach at school and the niece is a new student."

"And this means what to me?"

The younger Salvatore sighed heavily and looked up to the ceiling as if praying for strength, "Don't you want to at least check on them and see what kind of people they're like? Or at least what they look like?"

Damon shrugged with a pair of pursed lips. He didn't want to tell his brother that he didn't think he'd be able to handle a different pair of Jackson girls living in the manor of someone who he had been his best friend. Who he had almost called his wife.

:3

In a large, gorgeous manor that had once been abandoned over a century ago, two women enjoyed a cup of coffee at the centre marble kitchen counter.

One was a demigod witch made immortal for her triumphs as a child.

And the other was a teenage descendant of the Jackson Witches, being born from Estelle's bloodline.

The raven haired, twenty five year old looking beauty scribbled on a page of a notebook, whilst trying to remember all the lessons a dear old satyr with a chunk of wood had given her.

She knew for a fact that most older teenage boys had little to no respect for a female coach. And she was making sure that she'd be changing their mind, one way or another.

"So Aunt Maia," the immortal raised her head to look at her smirking grand-times-whatever-niece, "how do you feel about being amongst a bunch of sweaty, nice assed men?"

Maia screwed up her face in disgust, "Babe. Gross."

Little Beth Anne Jackson was probably one of her favourite nieces. The demigoddess knew one such as herself shouldn't have favourites, but... She did.

"Oh c'mon. You've been single almost your entire life! Why not call that magic guy? The one gentlemanly one? The one with the manners but was a beast in bed? You know the guy that Hades favours."

"Hadrian? Little Betsy shouldn't be thinking 'bout that kinda thing. She should be focussing on her school work."

The teen witch with vibrant red curls narrowed her practically multicoloured eyes, scowling, "Little Betsy was a tiny girl with scrunchies and pigtails who always wore a tutu."

"You mean....this little Betsy?"

Maia snapped her fingers and the Jackson witch suddenly found herself not wearing her denim skinny jeans, sea blue crop top and black doc martins. Instead, she was dressed in a bright pink ballerina outfit. Beth Anne reached up to find her hair had also been pulled into the twin pigtails from her childhood.

Her narrowed gaze turned deadly as she screeched at her aunt and chased the giggling immortal from the kitchen, upstairs.