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Chapter XII

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After Caroline and I's little dramatic moment and her leaving me alone with my thoughts, I stood still in my spot, right between the wall, the front doors of the Abattoir and the pink dahlias that were now tainted with the color of my last meal.

Never in my life had I seen Caroline Elizabeth Forbes hopeless.
Sure when she'd turned into a vampire she had been more than standoffish, freaked out and even agressive at times, but wasn't she the one with hope?
The cheerful one? Okay, I was the one saying but we had our roles damit!

I was the moody sarcastic one dressed in black and she was supposed to be the pink poney lover and annoying giggling little girl.
She'd never lost hope before, even in the numerous, and I mean, numerous hopeless cases we'd had to face to stay alive.

Before all the supernatural drama happened, we were just kids. I had known Caroline my entire life and even so, I couldn't say she and I were very close.

I had grown up with Bonnie, in Mystic Falls, right after my mom had left me on Gran's doorstep.
Sheila hadn't hesitated in taking me in and raising me along with Bonnie.

With my cousin's mother gone, and her father traveling more than he should, we didn't get much time to spend apart.

We were always together, I, plotting and wrecking havoc whether it be by putting pranks on people or by using tricks without magic of course -not that we even knew what we were back then- and Bonnie was more of a reserved kid. She would be standing next to me, a book in hand while I would put the thumbtacks on the teachers' chairs.

When we had both met Caroline and Elena, we were still little girls who considered each other sisters even though we weren't even close cousin. Technically, there wasn't much blood relation between Bonnie and I.
We both had Bennett blood flowing through our veins, but there was a reason we didn't look alike at all.

Throughout the generations, the Bennett witches and warlocks for that matter, had offsprings with people of different ethnicities, different religions and so on.

Just like in every family, there were mixes and differences between the genes and DNA.
This, happened on both Bonnie's side and I's.
Did you know, that the first Bennett witch was actually a red-head? Yeah, that's probably how they got their crazy ideas of witches only dying through fire.

Back in the old times -not so old whenever we were now- witches were burnt on stakes while a crowd was watching. There were public executions and it was not only inhuman but also stupid since most of those girls they killed weren't actual witches.

They were either crazy or had been denounced and turned in by family or neighbors that wanted to get rid of them -or they were just crazy religious nut heads. I didn't even think the big guy up there had anything against witches... or maybe that's why my life had been a complete disaster since the day I was born?