Reincarnation; the rebirth of a soul in a new body.

It's really a thing, apparently.

I'll keep it short.

I died.

Then I woke up.

The name's Cassidy Bennett.

As my last name implies, I'm a witch.

Abominations, Cassidy found, was fairly common in the world she now lived in. Well, not really abominations, more like what witches considered abominations. Which was like a lot of beings, considering Nature apparently was very picky about whether someone was meant to exist or not.

Vampires, for example, were classified as abominations by approximately 80% of the witch/warlock population. Cassidy considered herself part of the twenty percent that didn't mind vampires, and to some extent even liked them. Actually, if Cassidy was being honest, she was fascinated by anything and everything supernatural. Maybe it was because she too was supernatural.

But, perhaps the supernatural community wasn't really fascinated by her. Witches, at least.

You see, Cassidy Bennett was also an abomination, hence another reason she was fascinated by vampires.

Though, to make it clear, Cassidy considered abominations special.

No witch knew exactly why Cassidy was an abomination, they just...knew. They felt it. Just like a witch could tell apart their fellow witches or tell if someone's a vampire upon touch, they could tell that Cassidy wasn't normal. And Cassidy, well, she never really cared to explain that she was a reincarnation of a greedy dead surgeon. Besides, why should she care about being special?

That's what Abby Bennett, her dear mother, called her.

Special.

Maybe that's why Cassidy also considered her fellow outcasts of Nature, special. Though she was sure her mother didn't really mean for her to think of vampires as special or anything, but the laws of cause and effect practically predicted this little quirk of Cassidy's.

Obviously, Cassidy loved her mother dearly.

In return, Abby loved her a great deal too.

If someone were to ask her what her mother was like, Cassidy wouldn't be able to shut up. Because her mother was just amazing. Abby was beautiful, brilliant, smart, kind and powerful. Abby was the one who taught her about the supernatural world, even teaching Cassidy her first spell when Cassidy had turned eight. Which involved making feathers levitate around the room.

Cassidy would never forget the proud look Abby wore that day.

"You're going to grow into a strong witch, my little fox."

She'd never forget the warmth that filled her at her mother's look. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't end up as cold as she did in her previous life. Maybe she would actually be good this time around.

She'd make sure her mother doesn't get turned into a vampire by Damon. She'd do right by Bonnie.

Bonnie...

Her little sister.

Seven years younger than her.

Really, Cassidy couldn't help the bitterness that crept inside her at Bonnie's name. Don't get Cassidy wrong, she loved her sister dearly. But at the same time she couldn't help the jealousy that crept up in her whenever Abby would hold Bonnie. Call her greedy, but she only wanted Abby to look at her. Bonnie already had Sheila.

Unlike her, Bonnie wasn't an abomination.

Which meant Sheila, her grandmother, was more affectionate towards Bonnie, whereas she was wary in her interactions with Cassidy.

Cassidy would never admit that it hurt her feelings though.

She was too prideful to do something like that.

If someone asked her to describe how she felt about Sheila, it'd be met with one word: indifference. And Cassidy was sure that Sheila felt the same way about her, so it didn't really matter, did it?

Abby, of course, would try to get them to get along.

But Cassidy and Sheila were too different.

Cassidy liked vampires, Sheila didn't.

Sheila followed Nature's wishes to a T, Cassidy looked for Nature's loopholes whenever she could.

Cassidy would dive deep into the world of the supernatural while Sheila preferred to play bystander.

Despite this, Abby never gave up.

Cassidy's daily life consisted of school, looking after her three year old sister, learning more about magic from Abby, the occasional dinner with her more absent than not father and ignoring her grandmother. She had a friend or two, but didn't extend her social circle as she was too focused on magic to care for it.

Some would call her life a bit sad, perhaps pitiful, but Cassidy?

She loved every second of it. Because as greedy as she was, it was enough for her. Learning spells and receiving affection from Abby was enough for her.

However...

Everything changed when Abby abandoned her.

My own mother, the only constant source of warmth in my life...

She left.

My mother, no, Abby Bennett chose to leave behind a ten year old and a three year old.

Without any explanation.

All because of Miranda fucking Sommers.

She just...left.

She left me behind with a family I didn't care for and a grimoire.

Bonnie was constantly crying.

Always crying.

Crying.

It was annoying.

Cassidy tried, trust her, she really did try to keep comforting her baby sister, but Bonnie just wouldn't stop crying.

"Momma, I want momma!"

Cassidy sighed as she opened the door to Bonnie's room, noting that she'd have to ask their father for a bed. The crib was getting too small for Bonnie. For a moment, Bonnie was quiet.

For a blissful moment, Cassidy thought that she'd finally have some time to sleep.

But then when Bonnie realized that she wasn't Abby, the girl started crying again.

"Bon-bon, shhh," Cassidy tried hushing the girl as she hefted her into her arms, "Dad will be back soon, he just went to go get some food, alright?"

Bonnie sniffed, hugging Cassidy close, "But where's momma?"

Cassidy tensed at the question.

"Mom, don't do it! Elena isn't your responsibility."

"Mom, please! Think about Bonnie...think about me...!"

"Don't leave me!"

"Please mom..."

"At least...at least take me with you..."

Bonnie's grip tightened on Cassidy, causing the older girl to exhale harshly. She had tried. She had cast away her pride and begged her mother to stay. Begged Abby to put her first.

"I'm sorry, fox."

Now, all Cassidy had was her greed and a little sister she barely cared for.

"Mom," Cassidy started, "She left."

Bonnie stared up at her, her green eyes boring into Cassidy's own green orbs, "When's she coming back?"

Cassidy faltered for a moment, her calm facade morphing into a hurt and angry child, "I don't know," she said a bit more harshly than she intended, "But it doesn't matter, okay? She'll be back one day," and Cassidy probably wouldn't care anymore by then, "For now though, we gotta take care of each other, okay? We're all we have."

It was a painful pill to swallow, but it was true.

"B-but we got Grams!"

Cassidy almost winced at Bonnie's exclamation.

Maybe one day Bonnie will realize that Cassidy didn't have Grams. That Cassidy had Sheila, a grandmother who thought of her as an abomination.

"Yeah, you got Sheila too," Cassidy quietly muttered, settling a yawning Bonnie in bed.

An empathy had hit Cassidy in that moment.

Yes, Bonnie had Sheila. Bonnie would also have Elena and Caroline.

But Cassidy?

Cassidy had no one.

It was like a moment of clarity for Cassidy. Some would even call it a moment of relapse into her old mind set. She only had herself in the game people dared to call life. It was up to her to either be a winner or a loser.

And Cassidy?

Cassidy was no loser.

That night, after two weeks of moping about Abby's abandonment, Cassidy realized that she only had herself. For now. She spent the night going through Abby's grimoire and scheming.

Abby's abandonment was foundation to my new persona.

What makes a person a good schemer?

The ability to formulate a good plan?

The ability to get everything they want?

The ability to be two steps ahead?

Wrong.

It's the ability to turn things into their favor.

Cassidy dreamed.

She dreamed about fangs puncturing her neck, about being burned to a stake, she dreamed of the iron taste of blood on her tongue and she dreamed of numbers. One, nine, seven and four.

What these dreams meant, Cassidy could only wonder.

But she moved on with her life. Perhaps, sometimes, she would accidentally lash out. But, she never got into trouble for it. After all, everyone saw her as the girl who lost her mother. The girl who had an absent father. And the girl who lived in the shadow of her little sister who was their grandmother's favorite.

It wasn't a surprise that Cassidy found herself becoming a bit of a sociopath.

Really.

She blamed Abby and Sheila.

"Cassy, are you sleeping well?" her father frowned in concern.

Cassidy quietly nodded, not even bother to rolling her eyes when her father's gaze lingered on two empty chairs. Abby was practically history in Cassidy's books, maybe one day she'd go and look for Abby, but not today. And Bonnie? Well, it was no wonder that Sheila took her in.

Her father couldn't do anything, despite his obvious distaste.

To be clear: her father didn't like magic.

Which kind of put the two of them in a strained area with one another.

"How's school going?"

"It's alright," Cassidy found herself shrugging, "Boring, but okay. How's work?"

"Busy," her father chuckled, "But it puts food on the table. Did you hear from Bonnie?"

"Not really, no. Sheila doesn't pick up the phone," it was a white lie really.

Of course Sheila wouldn't pick up the phone if it only rang once before stopping.

Her father let out an annoyed sighed, muttering something about stupid witches under his breath.

Cassidy was inclined to give him an aneurysm for that.

But she needed him.

"Could you take me over to the Gilbert's?"

"Babysitting again?"

Cassidy simply nodded, deeming the conversation over.

But, of course, her father kept trying.

"So, a co-worker of mine said her daughter's got this crush on someone and I thought about you since you're the same age," he continued rambling, despite Cassidy's obvious lack of interest, "Do you have a crush?"

"Crush?" Cassidy found herself repeating, looking up at her father.

"Someone you like, like, like like."

Cassidy withheld a snort at her father's way of saying it. What was he, a kid?

"Of course."

This time, Cassidy couldn't hold back the quiet snort that escaped her as her father did a spit take, "What?"

"I have a crush."

"On who?"

Cassidy looked away, feeling herself blushing a bit, "Mason Lockwood," she admitted, not the least bit ashamed of her crush on the teenager.

Yes, there was a six-year age gap between them, what with her being ten and him being sixteen, but did age truly matter in the supernatural world? If Katherine, who was over five hundred years old, could have fallen in love with Stefan when he was seventeen, why couldn't she have a crush on the Lockwood boy?

She could list a lot of reasons why she liked him.

He surfed.

He was hot.

His eyes.

But more importantly, he was a potential werewolf.

And Cassidy?

She was simply fascinated by the supernatural.

I like money.

Who doesn't?

But there's only so much a ten-year old could do to earn money.

Babysitting the future Mystic Falls Gang was the only thing I could do. And I was damned good at it, if I may say so myself.

Despite almost giving them aneurysms over the years.

Cassidy Bennett's to-do list:

1. Become a powerful witch.

2. Become rich.

3. Explore the supernatural world.

Yes, she had a simple list, didn't she?

There's also her The Vampire Diaries to-do list, but that one's pretty long, considering all the potential gains she could get from Elena's misfortune.

She couldn't wait for the plot to kick in.

But for now she was content with babysitting Tyler. Out of the Mystic Fall gang consisting of Elena, Bonnie, Jeremy, Caroline and Matt, Cassidy would shamelessly admit that Tyler was her favorite. With Matt being in second place.

He was brash, liked to play sports, liked to draw and predictable.

He was easy to babysit, but then again every other kid was too.

Elena loved to please, so the brunette would do anything for praise. Bonnie was content with story books and hanging out with her best friends. Jeremy was playful and liked drawing. Caroline acted like a princess and loved dressing up and singing. Matt was simply a quiet kid with a broken family, so Cassidy often found herself babysitting not only Matt, but also Vicki, despite not being paid extra.

Despite all of this, Tyler was still her favorite to babysit.

Not only because the Lockwood paid her a bit more than the other families, but also the bedrooms were amazing. The moonstone and Emily's amulet was also somewhere in the mansion, but Cassidy had yet to figure the whereabouts of Emily's amulet or the safe combination for the moonstone.

"Is the squirt being annoying?"

Cassidy blinked, realizing she was starting at Tyler as he drew.

Smiling, she turned to face the most appealing reason for Tyler being her favorite to babysit.

Mason Lockwood.

"Nah, he's fine," she answered his playful question, subtly inching closer to the teenager, "How was the party last night?"

The reason why Cassidy still got the job to babysit Tyler while Mason was around, was simply because of two factors. Richard Lockwood didn't really get along with Mason, something about Mason being his half-brother because Richard's father couldn't keep it in his pants. The second factor being that Carol thought that Mason was very irresponsible.

"It was wild," Mason grinned down at her, ruffling up her hair a bit.

Cassidy couldn't help but pout at his action, really, she couldn't wait to get boobs again. Then Mason could stop seeing her as just the girl who babysat Tyler. If that didn't work, Cassidy wasn't against using a spell or something to get into Mason's pants.

"You smell like booze."

Mason laughed at her blunt statement, "I feel like crap too!"

"...there's scrambled eggs and toast on the kitchen table. Also, aspirin and a bottle of water."

Mason gave her a one-sided hug, "This is why you're my favorite squirt!"

Cassidy shook her head.

Teenagers were simple.

"Sissy, look!"

Cassidy's lips quirked up into a smirk, turning her attention to Tyler. Another thing she found endearing about Tyler was his demands for attention. Really, it was obvious how neglecting his parents were if he had to look for attention from his babysitter.

(Matt also loved her attention, but he was more subtle about it.)

Cassidy found herself looking at a cartoon-ish looking Alice. But, instead of being light-skinned, Alice was dark-skinned and had brown hair with green eyes. Cassidy could tell it was Alice by the dress and the fact that Mad-hatter and the Cheshire cat was also in the drawing.

"You drew Alice wrong."

"It's supposed to be you," Tyler haughtily informed, "Duh."

Cassidy's smirk widened, "Oh?"

"You remind me of Alice, 'cause you're as cuckoo as her!"

Cassidy couldn't help but tackle Tyler onto the floor and tickling him all over. She was vaguely aware of Mason staring at her as she tickled the crap out of a laughing Tyler and normally she would have backed away and try to seem a bit mature.

She didn't want Mason to think of her as childish after all.

But she found that she didn't care.

That day she took the drawing with her and posted it in her room.

As much as she preferred playing the Mad Hatter, she couldn't disagree that she and Alice were similar.

They both did fall into the rabbit's hole after all.

A Bennett witch is always strong.

It doesn't matter how early or late a Bennett unlocks their powers.

They are always strong.

That's why Bonnie, despite being a late bloomer, was strong.

It's simply Nature.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Cassidy absently nodded, staring intently at the ring in her hand. She could practically feel Emily Bennett's magic coursing through the ring. It was rather curious, considering she could also feel a hint of negativity coming from the ring.

Maybe, she could try removing the negativity?

Though, she doubted she could do it. She had only been practicing magic for a little over two years, most of which she simply spent learning the correct incantations and about herbs. Abby's grimoire mostly consisted of the uses of magical herbs after all. Of course, there were spells here and there, but they weren't as many.

"They were handed to my family by Emily Bennett, my brother has the other ring."

Cassidy doubted it. Isobel had it, if she remembered correctly. Then Alaric would have it.

"It's charmed."

Grayson nodded, "According to my family's journals, it protects humans from supernatural creatures."

"Not exactly," Cassidy contradicted, handing Grayson back the ring, "If a supernatural being kills you, you come back to life. That's it."

Grayson smiled down at her, "Quite a clever little witch, aren't you?"

Cassidy shrugged, "It's just logic."

"Would the ring work on my children?" Grayson suddenly asked, a pensive look on his face.

"On Jeremy, yes. Elena? Not so much."

Grayson sighed in resignation, giving her a nod.

"You ever plan on telling her?"

"You ever plan on stop hating my wife?"

"Touche."

Cassidy watched as Grayson expertly flipped some pancakes, "Want some?"

"Already ate."

"Suit yourself," Grayson shrugged, piling up the last of the pancakes for his children, "Remember-"

"Cut them into small pieces for Jeremy, don't give Elena too much syrup and bed time's at seven sharp."

Grayson smiled, "Also, no magic. Miranda almost had a heart attack when she saw you levitate Jeremy."

"Jeremy didn't even notice."

Grayson playfully rolled his eyes as he took off his apron.

Cassidy watched as Grayson suddenly sobered up and gave her a serious look, "Look, Cassidy, you're young and you have a bright mind. You could become one of the best in the medical field."

Cassidy narrowed her green eyes, having a feeling she knew what Grayson was going to say.

"You should wake away from the supernatural world. It ruined your family. Emily died because of the supernatural and your-"

"You're walking on ice," Cassidy warned, resisting the urge to give the man an aneurysm, "My family didn't get ruined by the supernatural world. My family got ruined because they all made the mistake of getting attached to Gilberts and doppelgangers."

Grayson had the nerve to seem nonplaused, "The fact remains, a Bennett witch never leads a good life."

"Maybe I'm the exception."

"Maybe you're just one of many."

"Or maybe, I should ban supernatural talk in this house."

Cassidy and Grayson startled, both turning to look at Miranda's amused look.

"Where's the minions?" Cassidy blurted.

"Sleeping. Now, no more supernatural talk, okay?" Miranda asked, approaching her husband, "It's up to Cassidy what she does with her life. We aren't her parents."

Grayson frowned, "I'm her godfather."

Cassidy rolled her eyes.

Yes, Miranda and Grayson were her godparents and even though she wasn't really attached to the two, she would pick them over Sheila Bennett anytime. So she had asked her father to put Miranda and Grayson as her legal guardians should anything every happen to him. He was all too happy to get Sheila as far as way from her life as possible and Sheila was far too happy to not be responsible for the 'abomination.'

It was a win-win, Cassidy supposed.

Now, she just had to figure out a way to become a stronger witch without Sheila's tutelage.

She couldn't wait until she got her own car. Then she'd be able to hit up Gloria's bar or even see if Bree would help her. She would just hoped that they weren't as Nature-bound as her so called grandmother.

"...okay Cassidy?"

Cassidy nodded, mentally adding not doing shit about Miranda and Grayson's deaths to her list.

She needed Grayson's ring and the compass after all. And yes, those magical objects were enough motivation for her not to do anything, along with her lack of attachment towards the Gilbert family.

Sure, Elena and Jeremy were actually cool little brats, but that's it. They were like pets. She only had to worry about feeding them and paying them attention from time to time, but adults like Grayson were trickier to deal with.

In fact, adults in general were tricky to deal with.

Especially since she herself was not an adult. She wouldn't be taken seriously, despite being a witch.

"Were you even paying attention?" Grayson asked.

"Something about no using magic."

With that, Cassidy slammed the door in their faces and used magic to lock it.

For the sake of consistency, I shall formally introduce myself.

My name is Cassidy Bennett and I was born in 1985.

I like magic, money and the supernatural world.

I dislike my family, Nature and discrimination.

My hobbies are practicing magic, collecting magical items, babysitting and playing games.

I hope to one day own a mansion, become a millionaire or maybe even starting up a magic-centered business.

I'm a Bennett witch.

Normally Bennett witches never live a good life.

But, I'm the exception, you see.

Because I'm going to change everything.

Author's Note: that's a wrap folks! Like the story so far? What do you think of Cassidy so far?

Fun fact: I named my OC Cassidy, but at first I was going to have her name start with a B and Bonnie's new name to start with a C so they can form the ABC. But then I scratched the idea. They still form the ABC though (Abby, Bonnie, Cassidy.)

Another fun fact: at first Cassidy was going to be Bonnie's twin, but then I decided that I see twins too much in TVD.

Also, last fun fact: Cassidy is shameless when it comes to falling in and out of love. (who should she fall in love with?)

Next chapter preview:

"Me? I'm just a humble witch. The name's Cassidy."

"Ah, I remember when Elena wasn't so loud. The good old times."

"It's kinda cute that he's crushing on you."

"Do you know what this means? Road trip!"

Next chapter fun facts:

#1: Cassidy's going to be 16. (That means Bonnie & co are 9.)

#2: Four canon characters will be making an appearance.

#3: Cassidy isn't as sociopathic as Kai...(yet?)