Chapter 2

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Bonnie entered the church with her dad, Hate filled her eyes as Damon and Stefan sat in the pews, only a few people were there but why did they have to come? She watched as Elena and her family approached her with a sad smile before she was hugged tightly by Jenna. She relaxed a bit before telling the woman she was okay.

However, her attention was diverted by Elena gasping turning to the entry of the church she paled. Braelyn walked in dressed in a form-fitting black dress her hair was in a braided bun and their great-grandmother's pearl hair comb stood out. Around her neck, she wore a pearl choker, and her lips were painted red. As she walked in many people started to whisper loudly.

Bonnie's grip on her father tightened when she noticed the man watching her sister in shock. Braelyn however walked straight past them and up to her grandmother's casket placing a hand on it. "I'm here grams" The whispers grew as the girl looked around and sighed before nodding at the pastor who announced that the service would be starting soon.

The Salvatore brothers raised a questioning eyebrow at Elena who just rolled her eyes before speaking "That is Braelyn Bennett, Bonnie's older half-sister she goes to some fancy university in New York"

Stefan was the first one to speak "Elena she's a witch and a strong one I could feel her coming from a mile away. She wanted us to know that she was here." Elena's eyes narrowed and she glanced at Damon "Don't even flirt with her we want her to go back to New York". His eyes narrowed and he glanced at the woman sitting in the family section of the church. He was about to speak when a group of witches and warlocks walked into the room each one walked up to Shelia's grave placed a hand and whispered in what sounded like mixtures of French and Latin. 

It was surprising to see the witch who helped Katherine there yet all of them deferred to Braelyn, not Bonnie. It was a huge shock when the large group of them sat in the family section. "Did you have any idea that her family was so huge?" Elena shook her head while Caroline smiled and nodded "Yeah, I asked Braelyn once about their family she said Bennetts come together for weddings, pregnancies, a special Bennett family coming-of-age event and funerals however they don't stay long."

Damon grew pale and stepped back "Shit" Bonnie had seen how the cocky vampire paled and walked over "What's wrong?" The vampire turned to her and whispered only loud enough for the group to hear "You never told us that you were part of a family coven and based on how they are treating your so-called sister as if she is the new head of the coven."

Bonnie blinked in confusion "What are you talking about" Damon sighed when he realized what had happened "Your father isolated you from your family coven meaning you don't know half the things you should". Bonnie glanced at her father who was pale and looked as if he had been exposed when several of the women turned to Bonnie and then glared at him. Had she really been left out of such a thing?

Everything got worse when Abby Bennett entered the church ignoring her husband and both daughters she quickly walked up to her mother's casket and whispered a few words before a young teenage boy escorted her outside. Elena hugged her friend as Rudy angrily chased after the woman. The funeral however continued as planned.

Both Salvatore brothers paid close attention to the proceedings. Bonnie however was moved into Jenna's arms and there she cried. Braelyn Bennett however sat quietly watching on as tears ran down her face. Many watched as the pastor stopped speaking and nodded at the woman and she walked in front tightly holding the mic.

"My grandmother was a kindred soul, some of you found her to be crazy but really she was amazing. She traced our entire genealogy back to the beginning so every time she said she was a witch she was technically right we Bennetts came by way of Salem and before that, we were of Norse origin a family of healers. She loved to tell us stories and often visited New Orleans to see her nieces and nephews. There was a song she requested be a song at her funeral and I never thought the day would come that I would have to sing this without her."

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