What would happen, if there was more to the story than what was told to us? If there were more than just witches walk among the mortals. What if, the Beauchamp was more than what we seen? Who is Helena and why didn't Joanna tell the girls about her? And who is this girl standing in front of Joanna's door after Wendy dies? This takes place right after Joanna finds Wendy dead on her kitchen floor. There is a cross over with Melissa de la Cruz other series, Blue Blood. Both books are in the same universe, with some Wicked reference. If you haven't read Revelation or seen wicked, I will try to explain as much as I can, but warning, there is spoilers. Follow the journey that will lead these ladies home. Note: I do not own Witches of East end, or Blue Bloods, they belong to Melissa De La Cruz. I do not own Wicked, that belongs to Gregory Maguire.

Joanna

Joanna sat there on her couch, staring blankly at the fireplace, going over the events in the past few months, especially the last few hours, in her head over and over again. From the moment when she saw Wendy was back in east end, telling her she was in danger, to the moment she left the kitchen to call her son, not knowing it would be the last time she would ever see her alive, it felt so surreal, she couldn't believe it, she was gone, Wendy was gone. She had died not once, nor twice, but four times in the past few months; granted Joanna did not know one of them, nor that had her eldest daughter brought Wendy back to life. In her whole four hundred years in this world, nothing could compare to what she felt right now, not Fredrick's betrayal, not the girls' countless deaths, not even the death of her beloved Victor could compare to the death of her best friend, her sister. It may have come across Joanna's mind, only briefly, that she is the only heir to Asgard, or that her children never came home last night, but at that moment, pain is all she thought about.

She looked down at the necklace her sister treasured the most in this world, what once was an heirloom from their mother, now haunts Joanna to face the reality, it was black, Wendy was never coming back. She would do anything to go back in time, of any of her girls' past lives, even when they were in Asgard, just to see her sister one more time. If she could, she would redo it all over again; making sure her family was safe, forgiving her sister sooner for killing Ingrid, getting caught leaving Asgard, anything to have her back. But the sad truth is that she's gone, she's alone with her three children, two of which were curse, like her of immorality. She was grateful that her girls' lived this long so far. In their past lives, they would never reach past the age of thirty, they were lucky. Joanna looked up at the fireplace, a picture, caused her to smile. She remembered that day, the day her youngest almost got married. She, Ingrid, and Wendy were helping Freya get ready for her wedding and Wendy insist of taking tons of pictures. That one, the one of all four of them, was her favorite, even though her daughter did not go through with the wedding, she killed the mother of the groom, and was poison with argentum, she cherished that day. She secretly thanked Penelope, if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have her family back for a moment, it would just be her and her daughter, Wendy would be back in New Orleans, Fredrick would be in Asgard, and Victor would be in the city. But it didn't matter to her, her husband and sister were dead. At least she had her children that what mattered to her.

A knock on the door brought Joanna back to reality, she doubted it was Tommy, he left not long after Wendy died. She felt sorry for him, she knew he really cared for her. Thinking that it either Freya or Fredrick who forgot their keys, she slowly went to the front door. In the short distance between the living room and the front door, Joanna was embracing herself for what she had to tell her children. She had to be brave and strong for them, even if it hurt like hell. They would need her now more than ever, even if Joanna didn't know to the extent yet. But Joanna was not prepare for who was on the other side of the door.

When she opened the door, Joanna felt that she saw a ghost. There stood a young woman in her early twenties, with piercing green eyes. She could help but say "Melena ", which surprised the young girl as she hugged her.

"I guess she did tell you about us. No, I'm sorry. You have the wrong girl", she replied as she slowly got out of the awkward hug.

"I am looking for Wendy. My name is-"the young girl started off, but her voice was caught in her throat. The girl's eyes started to well up, Joanna followed her gaze to her hand, where she forgot she was still holding Wendy's necklace.

"She's gone, isn't she?" her voice was breaking. Joanna knew she had to tell this girl the truth. She may have not been the Melena she knew once upon a time, but this girl looked like she really cared for her sister.

"I'm sorry" was all Joanna had to say for the girl to break down and Joanna cradled her in her arms. She tried to sooth the girl while she only muttered no's and why's. This broke her heart, even if this girl wasn't Melena, she knew this would be exactly how she would react if she knew Wendy died. This girl was the spitting image of Melena, from her dark brown hair, to her green almond shaped eyes, but there was no way this could be her, she died in Asgard, Joanna's father gloated how he killed Melena and her family the night before they tried to escape. She couldn't be her, she and Wendy were so close back then, she would have found them centuries ago if she was really alive. Wendy was the mother she never had, and Joanna was the aunt she could never be.
"Why don't you come in" Joanna offered the young girl, which she accepted. This time, the trip to the living room did not seem that long until they passed through the dining room. The girl's eyes roamed the unfamiliar house, until she saw what lied in the dining room. She went stiff, eyes locking onto the woman lying on the table, all in white. What felt like eternity was only a few seconds in reality, the dark haired girl let go of Joanna for support and walked to the woman in white. One would think the woman was asleep, but she knew better, the necklace was black, her sister had a premonition for her death, oh the girl wished she had more time.

"Mom" in a shaky voice, the girl touched the older woman's face.

"What did you say" Joanna asked, shocked and in utter disbelief, she came closer the girl who started to cry.

"Mama, please wake up, please" the girl begged knowing it was useless. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare in the arms of Rae. For him to tell her it was a nightmare, nothing more. Her mother was alive and it was only a dream, not a vision of the past. But Rae was home in New York, not here, more likely getting ready for work. She needed him, she needed her sister, she needed her mom.

"Who are you?" now at eye level to the girl, Joanna wanted to know who was this stranger crying over her sister and why she was calling her mom. Wendy was unable to have children of her own, it was a part of the curse their father gave them. Green eyes replaced with red ones looked directly into the older woman's eyes.

"She didn't tell you, did she?"

"Didn't tell me what?" this caught her attention quickly. Sure, she and Wendy haven't seen each other in over a hundred years, but in the past few months, they have grown closer. Almost, if the incident with Archibald Browning never happened. Almost. But Wendy wound never keep anything from her, she remember the day when Wendy showed up on her porch after she came back from the dead. She remembered Wendy telling her what happened to her the past hundred years. Wendy would never keep anything from her.

"My name is Nyssa Rosalie Beauchamp, I am Wendy's daughter." Except this, apparently.

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