A/N This story is being written at the end of Season 4 of True Blood and towards the end of Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries, so if by the next time you watch one or the other, none of my stuff matches up, that's because I didn't know where either story was going, at the time.

I do not own or profit from True Blood, nor The Vampire Diaries, and all of these characters belong to whoever gets paid for them. Yet, I hope that my depiction is well-received...

The nature of some beasts goes against nature, itself. In fact, there are so many things in this world that were never meant to be a part of it. That's where we come in. I send back or send away whatever I can. Then, there are those of us who are supposed to be servants of nature, but the powers given to us are abused and nature is unbalanced. That's where I come in too. Because, I've seen far too much and have had to lose more than I care to share, thanks to witches abusing power, and all of the madness has to stop, sometime.

The Nature of Some Beasts

She couldn't help but to laugh to herself at the fact that all of the others would be SO disappointed that she had already came and gone, after fixing the issue. There were plenty of witches who did what she did, and she wouldn't lie... Many of them were actually quite good at it, but none of them were like her. None of them had the power that she did, nor the heart to do whatever it took to use it and make things right in the world. Her phone rang and she simply answered the hands free as she climbed into her car.

"Bonnie Bennett, speaking."

"It's me," a familiar female voice told her, with a good little bit of country twang in it. "There's a situation that you need to take a look at in Bon Temps, Louisiana," the voice on the other line said.

"Are you there, or is this a referral?" She asked. It had been a little while since she saw this particular friend, but any time that she did, the "situation" was never good and last time had nearly been unmanageable.

"I am here, and it is a referral," the female said.

"Your timing is impeccable. I just finished up with the assignment in Georgia. I'll head right to you and should be there in maybe twelve hours. It'll be daytime, so you'll have to tell me where I can rest my head, when I get in town. First thing's first... exactly what kind of situation is it that I'm walking into there? Since you're there, I'm going guess that there is a vampire element involved. Any other spooks that I should know about?"

She sighed and said, "Yeah... I'm not gon'lie to you, Bonnie. You're officially about to head into a shit-storm... a vampire/witch/family shit-storm."

"Start from the start, for me," Bonnie asked her caller...

This place was as bad, if not worse than Mystic Falls. She hated when she came into these types of little towns, but she knew the drill. Acts against nature liked to remain hidden, liked to take up residence and concentrate themselves in places which no one would care to look. Unmapped places that took getting lost several times, even after directions from three different people, to get to... she sighed. "I just finished up one of the sweetest tasks that I have had since I started this thing, and I somehow feel that being here is going to be quite terrible. What is this place?"

"It is a vampire haven crawling with all kinds of other supernatural undesirables. A real armpit, to be honest," the vampire said to her. "I should know. I was born here."

"So, there is a vampire that somehow has managed to get the ability to work with magic?" Bonnie asked, upon seeing Tara Thornton.

"Not just any vampire, one that I know you know," Tara answered back.

Bonnie's shoulders sank, for the first time in a long time, and she stated, "Abby. I don't even understand how this is possible. By the rules of nature, it can't happen and she can't get help from the spirits to even accomplish it. What kind of trouble has she caused?"
"A good damned deal of it, from what I see. Remember when we first were getting to know each other, the stories that I shared with you while Elijah had us locked up in that pit? Abby's into dark magic now and she's conjured up the spirit of a dark witch. The same one that made me not trust you when we first met, and with her spirit, she has come into contact with other dark witches and they don't really seem to give a damn about the rules of nature." They began to head towards Merlotte's, as they continued to talk. "From what I've observed, the vampires can hardly get near her, because of the dark magic she's using, and the witches here are all a bunch of failures. They don't have the power or the knowledge to deal with no shit like what Abby's got to dish out." She opened the door of the place and nudged her head towards the back, "The owner lets me use his office, when I come through." Bonnie simply followed her.

"So, what we know is that she's got the power of dark magic and she's got the abilities of a vampire. I can attack the vampire in her and I can purify the darkness, but the two combined, and in her body, her powers may be amplified, because of her vampire's blood."

"If you can get her down with your vampire mind attacks, I should be able to hold on to her long enough for you to bind her with some kind of spell. But, the problem'll really be in catching up with her. She stays well hidden, and because of her newfound powers, all the heavyweight vampires are trying to get in good with her."

"In other words, she'll be highly guarded," Bonnie observed. "Between the two of us, I'm sure that we've enough contacts to storm the gates of a vampire/witch threshold..."

"I'm sure we do too, but I kinda like the only people that I can contact when I'm in a jam, and the way Abby's being... she's gon' kill anyone that threatens to take away that power from her."

"So, you call me up?" Bonnie teased.

Tara commented, "I dared to hope that maybe she's a better mom than mine, and that she'll at least give you a damned audience... in which instance, you stab her in the back. I understand if it's too much for you, but you're the one who always goes on about how it's your duty as a witch to fix shit like this. If ever there was a time that the problems in the world of the supernatural were your business, my guess is it'd be when it's your mamma causing them."

Bonnie sighed yet again and tossed her purse onto the desk as she sat down in the chair. She sure as hell couldn't argue with that logic.