The Rescue Mission Saga: Rescue Mission: Zavrina Bennett

Lucy, Pauline, and Joanna Bennett

Lucy Bennett, a beautiful woman with almond brown eyes, cocoa brown skin and beautiful long dark hair, was talking to a customer in her family's apothecary, Bennett Charms, about the properties of amethyst crystals when she felt it. A jolt. A power surge. She helped the customer, got them to the register as quickly as possible so that she could close up shop. She raced home to find her mother, Joanna and her aunt, Pauline wheeling suitcases toward the front door.

"Hurry up and pack girl," Pauline, an elderly woman, although she looked twenty years her junior, had brown skin with dark green eyes, shoulder length brown hair and a thin frame, said as she maneuvered her bag around her walker. "We gotta go." Lucy ran upstairs to her bedroom and started throwing clothes, shoes into her open suitcase. She gave the room one last glance before grabbing her grimoire and running back downstairs.

"You guys ready?" she asked as she pulled the door open. The two older ladies nodded as they followed her to the car. Once they were all piled inside they began their drive toward Hartfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. "So what the hell do you think that was?"

"I don't know but I've never felt anything like it," Joanna, an older light brown skin woman with dark brown eyes, gray hair cut into a pixie cut and a curvaceous body, said from the passenger seat. "It was like a pulse and then Mystic Falls, Virginia popped into my head. Isn't that where Shelia lived?"

"Yeah. Her granddaughter, Bonnie still lives there," Lucy answered. "I wonder if she felt it too."

"Well, she's a Bennett ain't she?" Pauline called from the backseat. "Of course she felt it."

When they landed at Richmond International Airport, Lucy got a rental SUV and they headed in the direction in which the pulse was leading them. Toward Mystic Falls. Toward Bonnie.

"Whose house is this?" Joanna gushed as they pulled in the driveway of the Salvatore boarding house. "It's beautiful."

"That pulse is starting to throb too. I'm guessing we're getting close," Pauline said as Lucy stopped the car. She got out, popped the trunk, grabbed Pauline's walker and led the way toward the front door. Lucy hesitated for a moment. The last time she and Damon met it wasn't as friends. "Lucy, will you knock on the damn door."

"Lucy," Damon Salvatore said, opening the door.

"Damon," Lucy said. "I'm assuming Bonnie's here."

"You'd be right," Damon said, not moving from in front of the door. Suddenly, he gripped the door and his knees buckled. "Lucy, stop," he groaned.

"It's not..." Lucy began. "Aunt Pauline, stop it."

"Well, tell that boy to let us in. I can't be standing on the porch all day," the elderly woman behind Lucy said.

"Damon, this is my mother, Joanna, and my Aunt Pauline," she introduced him to the two women who stood there with her.

"Ladies," he said behind gritted teeth as he stepped aside.

"Well, you ain't what I expected but you sure are handsome," Pauline said as she pushed her walker passed him. "Sorry about your noggin' but I need to sit down."

"Right," Damon said closing the door.

"Pardon my daughter and my sister," Joanna said. "I'm Joanna Bennett," she said holding her hand out to him. He took it wearily, half expecting to be zapped. "It's nice to finally meet the protector of our line," Joanna smiled.

"It was my pleasure," Damon said smiling back. When the three women entered into the living room they spotted Abby and Bonnie talking. Bonnie smiled at them as they all greeted each other.