Hey guys, here is an add-on story. It stands alone, and has absolutely nothing to do with the things that have already happened in the first three chapters (The Boy Who Still Has a Lot of Good to Do, Separate Rooms, Separate Lives, and Mother), that take place in the same time scape.

We're going back in time for this one. A different ending after the Originals ended. Adding in our heretic friends, changing up Caroline's back story, and adding in some things about the Saltzman family dynamic and the relationships between everyone. This is just Part 1, with Part Two coming to you all soon.

Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. Hope you all like it!

2 weeks. 13 hours. 42 minutes. 33 seconds...

Niklaus Mikaelson has been gone from this earth.

Lizzie and Josie were in their rooms but could just feel something off. They obviously knew the past few days weren't the easiest, at least for everyone around them. Hope is an orphan. The Mikaelson family split up. The school's new label for the lonely girl was now 'liar' since they all found out that Marshall was just an alias. And their mother.

Their mother was inconsolable.

There are different kinds of grief and different kinds of crying. Josie's eyes get big and watery, flooding her eyes until they look crystalized and then she blinks and they fall in big splashes down her cheeks. Lizzie was instant, she didn't need a build-up, didn't need to hold herself together. When she felt something, she let it out. Her tears, her angers, her magic. Which usually led to her episodes that just decided to make an appearance a few months ago when she turned 12.

Caroline's tears changed over time. When she was human, she didn't let them out until she was alone and in private. Never letting the perfect smile leave her face, or taint her image. When she was alone, then she let the tears fall, as much as they wanted, no restrictions. It was the only way, because when dawn broke and the next day came, she had to be Caroline Forbes. Most popular girl in school. Head cheerleader, and president of multiple committees, as well as the Sherriff's daughter.

Caroline the newbie vampire was almost the same, except add the anger. Human her was filled with so much self-pity and low self-worth and insecurities that she didn't focus on being angry at the problem, just settled for sadness and wallowed in it. Vampire Caroline while had a few insecurities tucked away, wasn't girly little Caroline anymore. Anger and frustration happened almost as equally as the tears. One or the other came first. Tears and sadness, then anger. Anger at the problem, anger at herself for crying about it and not being strong enough, that anger usually needed a scape goat. Her homework, a situation, or a person, anyone but herself, because if she admitted that she was the one making herself so unhappy in life, then she would have to face some hard truths about her town, friends, and moral code that she, at the time, couldn't do, thus making Miss Mystic Falls the biggest coward in Virginia, because she knew she wouldn't change anything, just let herself keep being unhappy.

Grown up Vampire Caroline, headmistress, entrepreneur, mother, and friend handled her sadness a little differently. More mature, and centered since her teenage years, and met a lot of influential people, Caroline learned a thing or two. Her sadness was still coming in spouts. It was all at once and came in gallons. Lasted either 30 minutes or 3 hours, but when it was over and the last tear fell, she swept into melancholy and stillness, waiting for the excess to slip from her body before she had to be a big girl again. She didn't blame anyone for her sadness or trouble anymore, and she didn't blame herself for anything that she didn't do, just to put more guilt on herself. She took it for what it was, her emotion, she dealt with it, let it out, and then got up and faced another day.

That's how the twins found her. After getting that unsettling feeling and not being able to go back to sleep, the twin's crept downstairs, and sat on the end of the stairs. Diagonal from the hall was the headmistress office which held their other, a few scattered photographs, and a bottle of empty wine. Their mother crying hysterically on the ground. By the time the twins snapped out of their surprise and were about to go comfort her, it seemed Caroline was at the end of her tears. Now just sniffling and rocking back and forth. Lizzie stood to walk to her, before they heard a knock and a glow appear before their mother's door. Josie yanked Lizzie back to the steps and turn to see the figure that materialized in front of their mother.

''What are you doing here?'' Caroline asked the lady.

The lady stepped forward and started emptying out ice cream tubs and wine bottles on the table.

''My best friend just lost the love of her existence. Of course, I'm here Care.''

Aunt Bonnie! The twins looked at each other in surprise and happiness, while the two old friends hugged.

''Now, tell me everything I already know, but you never had the balls to admit out loud.'' Bonnie asked her blonde friend with a lift of her eyebrows and a cheeky smile.

''Bennett!'' Caroline shouted at the gall of her bold friend.

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. ''We're not teenagers anymore Care. No omnipresent moral officer and guide is going to snatch away your 'good guy' card. You lost someone you love. Who cares about what a thousand years summed up to? You still lost him. How do you feel. Honestly. Truthfully.'' Bonnie said all this with an earnest and soft voice, genuinely wanting her friend to let out whatever she was thinking. Judging by her eyes, she let out emotions, but no matter the age, she was still Caroline Forbes, and she still needed to talk things through sometimes.

''I feel like...I feel like I took him for granted. Even though we weren't together, I always knew that he was still out there somewhere. I could always pick up the phone or write him, and I would have his attention, because, well, I'm, me and he was him. We were Klaus and Caroline. Were.'' Caroline said wearily in complete exhaustion while shaking her head in her hands. We were.

''I miss him. So much. I always have missed him, but in a way that was normal, like I saw something that triggered a memory or I saw something that reminded me of him or something he said. The way you usually miss people that aren't around you all the time.'' Caroline got up and started pacing. ''And you know I feel like I don't even deserve to miss him, because the ball was in my court, I could have contacted him anytime, I could have went to him anytime, I could have walked in there and said 'hey, let's start our forever, but no, I had to be ''responsible'', I had to be a mother and partner and headmistress, and stupid stupid teenager Caroline.''

''Hey now, don't call my best friend stupid.'' Bonnie pulled Caroline back down to the couch. ''What do you mean teenage Caroline?''

''The Caroline that couldn't put herself first. The one that made herself the bottom toll, the bottom tier, last. Everyone came first. Honestly, that's just my disposition, I guess, when it comes to people I care about, but I thought I grew out if it some. Yea, I work in Europe, but I take time to see people and do the things that I want, or I thought I want, but no. I chose the easy route. The easy route, where Rik wouldn't be mad, he wouldn't sneer and complain that I was letting him cloud my judgement and was letting him hurt our family, all because of a crush. I let him be the spear head for the girl's lives so even though they don't have two married parents, they at least have civil parents that can get along. The girls wouldn't have to deal with another step-father-figure, even though Stefan was when they were so young, they probably had gotten over it by now, still, a complete shift in the family dynamic may be asking too much. All the problems that could potentially come from having Klaus Mikaelson in my life again. I chose everyone but me...again. I gave up the one thing, person, I wanted more than anything in the world.'' Caroline's voice began to break. ''The one who put me first, makes me feel perfect, my Klaus.''

Bonnie rubbed her friends back, as she sniffed, and tried to reign in her tears. Caroline gave a dry chuckle. ''I can't even say that can I? He wasn't mine; I didn't let him be, but losing him, I can still feel the pieces of my heart falling down.''

''Oh Care.'' Bonnie whispered, getting emotional herself.

''I didn't even get to tell him I loved him, just that I wouldn't forget him, which was obvious, because who could forget him. It was a cop out. I am coward, I should have told him I loved him.'' Caroline spoke smoothly in a whisper all while sitting down looking forward with blank eyes, shaking her head back and forth as if her whole life was falling apart.

The twins were still on the steps listening to every word. Their heart breaking for their mother. The twins knew a lot about their family, all sides. Whether from stories told, or ease dropping, or snooping through old items of their mothers, fathers, not to mention the storage space where the old Mystic Crew swept the town of any and all supernatural items or trinkets that were left to be found in the town's livelier years.

All that led to them knowing the history of their mother and Klaus Mikaelson. Their father, no matter how much he's tried to instill the severity and ruthlessness of their family into his daughters, which was kind of hypocritical since the actual Mikaelson daughter was his favorite person in the whole world, the twins never really believed it. Mostly, because he spoke it with so much vengeance and coldness that only could be spoken from someone on the receiving side of things. So, he was a bit bias, not that he didn't deserve to be, but the twins also knew that half of that came from him parenting over Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, both of which were repeat recipients of the hybrid's ire, which in that case, the twins didn't care much.

Damon and the newly Salvatore were persona non grata for their mother. The specifics are fuzzy, if not at all there, but one thing their mother put her foot down on was limited communication with Damon Salvatore and Elena. Which the two newly humans didn't mind much. They wanted to start their life over out of the supernatural drama, which was the reason Damon gave the school over, they didn't want any memories. So, besides birthday cards and a few gifts, the twins had nothing to do with them or their children. Their father wasn't happy about it, Damon was, is, still his favorite drinking buddy, and they still hang out, but after it was made clear that their mother wasn't budging, and her vampire face was close to coming out, Alaric had to bow out.

Their mother was perfect in the twin's eyes. Terribly beautiful, fun, comforting, funny, amazing mother, that always had time for the girls even though she was working, she would drop everything and talk to them. It's what made them always go to her first, and do what she said mostly, ergo, why they agreed to help Klaus Mikaelson. Even though their parents always posed a united front about things, they did see that their Dad always lead the charge, and sometimes they could even tell from their mothers looks that she didn't agree with the decision. In times like that it was normal for Caroline to see the twins later on and comfort them or reassure them that things were okay, and even let them get away with a few things, since she didn't think their crime fit the punishment.

Maybe it was because of that, that the girls didn't really dig too much into what could be wrong with their family dynamic. No, their parents weren't married, and yes, it seems like their father's word is law, but did it always have to be like that? Could they change that?

Lizzie's mind was working in over drive. They're mother did everything for them, for everyone. It was why she was so popular among the students. She was right, she put everyone ahead of herself, and apparently it hasn't gotten her anything. She deserves to get what she wants for a change. Klaus makes her mother want to do anything, so maybe he can help with that. All the things she disagreed about with the school, herself and Josie? Their mother was smart, wicked smart. Lizzie knew she dropped out of Whitmore, to have them, but she also knew she went back, not as a full-time student, sleeping in the dorms mind you, but she went back to take more classes. She bet there were loads of stuff and ideas that mom had for the supernatural of today, but her dad, bless him, was only human, so anything their mother, a vampire, could think of would be considered ''too dangerous''.

Well I'm just going to have to fix that aren't I?

Josie felt awful. As the caretaker, she was always taking care of Lizzie, making sure her Dad wasn't too stressed, and always trying to behave and be the perfect daughter, and now she's realizing she hadn't been taking care of her mother, at all. The rational part of Josie knew that wasn't true though, and her mother wasn't upset over that. Caroline told her little girl early on, it wasn't her job to take of her, it was her mothers. Josie while didn't fully agree, and always likes being around to run little errands that her mother let her, always liked that with her mother, she got to be a kid. A kid who was taken care of, who didn't have to watch out for Lizzie, because their Mom was doing it, and it gave Josie time to just be...well just be. Yet, Josie still felt like a bad daughter. Their mother lost a friend, a love, and she was hurting. They never had seen their mother cry a lot. When they were young, after Stefan's death, another time when they went with her to put flowers on her mother's grave, and now. Caroline Forbes was always strong, always the person everyone leaned on for support and help. She thinks that's why she was everyone's go-to person, because her mother was loyal. Their Aunt Bonnie, while was here now, she knew they still talked only sporadically throughout the years. It did raise the question for Josie though. Who does Mom turn to when she needs to lean on someone? Who gives her support? Who does she talk to?

No one, but I can think of somebody who could.

The twins looked at each other. Lizzie raised a finger to her mouth and they crept back upstairs into their bedroom. The twins hopped into bed and laid down for a while tossing and turning.

Lizzie sat up and flipped her light switch on. ''Josie, swear on everything and everyone you hold dear, before I tell you this, that you won't blab, I mean it.''

Josie sat up and turned her light on too, looking at her sister shocked and wary. ''I swear I won't blab. Unless you could potentially hurt or kill yourself.'' Josie hurried up and added as an afterthought. Better safe than sorry, you never know with Lizzie.

Lizzie stared at her twin long and hard. ''Oh well, never mind, goodnight.'' She switched off her lamp and laid down.

''Wait Lizzie!'' Josie got out of bed and sat on her sister's flipping the light switch back on. ''What do you think you're doing?''

''It's not for me, it's for Mom.''

Josie gasped. ''You want to bring Klaus Mikaelson back!''

Lizzie gasped. ''You do too, or else that wouldn't have been your first thought, thinking that I thought that!''

''What?'' Josie asked confused

''We're bringing back Klaus Mikaelson.'' Lizzie stated with a head held high.

''We're bringing back Klaus Mikaelson.'' Josie agreed with her head held high.

The twins went back to bed and tried to fall asleep. Tomorrow they had to get their game faces on and come up with a plan.

X-x-X

The twins begged off the next school day. Claiming cramps and twin sympathy pains. Most of the staff are men, and unsurprisingly didn't want to dig in to specifics, so gladly let the twins have their day, and sadly, Caroline was still stuck in a semi-daze, so her attention wasn't on her fibbing twins at the moment. They knew they couldn't do this every day. So the idea was just for the starting day, get everything together, map out times after class, lunch periods, extra curriculars, and cut down on the socializing, which Lizzie thought was unnecessary, and that way, the next time they would skip a class day would be the day of the resurrection when they brought back Klaus and Elijah.

Yes. The resurrection of one Original, turned into, two Originals. It made sense when they put their heads together. Klaus and his brother have been by each other's side for a thousand of years. It was safe to say that while Klaus would be happy about being back in the land of the living, it would be difficult without his brother by his side.

Lizzie thought that the fact that Klaus would get to be with their mother and Hope enough, and while Elijah's death would hurt, she doubts it would cripple him like Jo was suggesting.

That caused the brunette to look at her twin in disbelief before taking a deep breath and trying to make her understand. ''How would you feel if you lost me?''

All of Lizzie's bravado banished. No matter how many arguments, or how many times Penelope points out that Lizzie treats Josie horrible, at the end of the day, Lizzie wouldn't survive without Jo, heck she barely holds herself together most days.

''Okay, let's bring back both Originals.''

The problems came early on. Witch magic while has a lot of loopholes, as does everything in the world, some things were bound to nature and rules set in stone. To bring back a life, you must sacrifice a life. Sacrifices must be equal. There must always be a balance. What was once together, no matter if broken, can be whole again. There is always another way.

The girls were determined to bring their mother happiness, but they didn't want to think about how many people they would have to sacrifice to bring back one. A thousand-year-old one. And they didn't see that going over well with their father or mother. They knew their Aunt Bonnie performed a resurrection spell once, it cost her, her life, but she still performed one. They knew a few New Orleans witches that have and easily brought someone back, but then they died, or got caught up in the whole Mikaelson drama. Lizzie and Josie wanted to keep it quiet, they couldn't add in anyone, they had to do this on thier own. They couldn't trust anyone to keep their mouth shut, or try to weasel their way into getting something, or resurrecting someone in return. Heck, it was just the two of them and now their resurrecting two people instead of one. Which is why Lizzie looked at her sister like she was insane when the brunette suggest they get Hope involved.

''Did you smoke from one of the senior's stashes while I was in the shower this morning?'' Lizzie questioned.

''All I'm saying is that these spells are going to require a lot of power, which yes, we have, but something a bit more, and Hope is that more, Lizzie!'' Josie yelled exasperated at the end, noticing her sister shaking her head back and forth.

''So what? So, she can steal our idea and boss us around like she knows more than us?''

''Technically she does.''

''Technically, all of this is her fault anyway!''

''It's her family!''

''We're not doing this for her family remember, were doing this for ours! Our mother! We don't need Hope getting all emotional and bossy while we handle everything. Hope would want him back no matter what. She would probably skip everything were doing and just say 'hey, screw the sacrifices, tell me who I have to kill and I can have my family back', do you get that?''

Josie took a breather, while she thought Lizzie could be a tad more sympathetic, she did understand her point.

''We're trying to get our Mom what she wanted, but not at the suspense of, geez, how many innocents do you think it takes to resurrect two dead Originals.'' Lizzie asked sarcastically.

''Okay!'' Josie said annoyed.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, and grabbed her books. ''No, it isn't okay'', she said as she opened the day, not seeing Penelope that had stopped and hid behind the corner.

''I can't believe you suggested it in the first place. Stay here, while I go dig through the library, hopefully while I'm gone, you'll come up with actually solutions and not complete trash.'' With that she turned around and bumped into Satan incarnate.

''Ugh! Speaking of trash.''

''Hey Lizzie, oh look, actual books in your hands, are you actual going to read, or use them as a foot stool.''

''Maybe I'll use them to beat you upside the head with Park.''

''Guys stop.'' Josie came to the door looking bored. ''Lizzie don't you have to go collect our homework and get books we need for them.'' Josie said casually but with a look passed between the twins.

''Oh, right. Yes, I do, as you should be resting, and not letting this unsanitary person, sicken you more. Germs spread.'' Lizzie said with her nose scrunched up, walking away.

''Your sister-'', Penelope started with a dry chuckle.

''P, now isn't a good time.''

Penelope looked confused and hurt. She heard that the twins weren't feeling well, and while she didn't care about Lizzie, she wanted to check on Josie.

''I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Mr. Williams said you were feeling sick.''

Josie sighed. ''Yea, a bit, which is why you shouldn't be here, germs spread.''

''Yea, Josie, I heard Lizzie.'' Penelope snapped back. ''What do you have to say?'' She challenged back.

Josie knew very well how her sister and Penelope felt about each other. She always takes Lizzie side, since, well, that was her sister, so she understood why Penelope was trying to take a shot at her, but in this case, she was just too tired to start an argument. It was only 10 and the twins had been up since 6, trying to find a solution. As much as she liked Penelope and on any other day would want to hang out, today couldn't be one of them.

''I say, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going back to bed.'' Josie said softly, trying to lessen the dismissal, before closing her door. ''Bye P.''

Penelope sighed and turned to leave. Vowing to try again tomorrow to make Josie more open and cursing Lizzie Saltzman to an early grave.

Three hours later and headway was happening. They didn't have to make any human or supernatural sacrifice and no one had to die. A sacrifice of a different kind had to be made, and while they were wary of the sacrifice, they were ultimately sure that it was the better alternative way to the rest. They couldn't find a spell of resurrection that wouldn't yield dire consequences, so with the help of their Aunt Bonnies old grimoire, and the Martin family's entire collection, who thankfully took detailed notes, the twins were going to make their own spell. Designed specifically for what they needed, not anything, or anyone else. A spell specifically tailored to resurrect another Original. Done and done. It seemed that everything was in place, except for the fact that they needed more magic to do this.

Lizzie and Josie stood on the bannister looking down on the cafeteria. The wolves usually ate outside, which left the witches and vampires in the dining hall. Josie and Lizzie were scouting potentials. The most powerful being Hope, was out, and most cunning, which would be Penelope, which got even more disapproval from the blonde than the Hope suggestion did. While there were good witches, powerful in their own right, but none they trusted enough with this to let in.

''So, I guess were back to the drawing board. Where to get more power?''

''Hey Jo, hey Liz.'' Hilary West, wolf, came up to the twins with a smile. ''Middle Party in the woods tonight. Welcome the newbies. I know you guys weren't feeling well today, but just wanted to let you know. Don't worry if you miss it though, we know Alyssa Chang will be all over with gossip about it tomorrow.'' Hilary rolled her eyes with a smile.

The wolves were pretty cliquey at the school, but some were more interested in the spirit of inclusiveness than the others. Hilary, brown skinned, honey eyes, and straightened black-haired bob, was one of them. Her best friend was a witch, and Lizzie knew from her own gossip circle, that she had a crush on one of the vampires. She was always friendly, the girl everyone got along with, her temper better than her hairier pack, which made her the go to, if problems every arose with the middle-aged wolves.

Middle Party was meant for middle aged students, that's how they classified it. 12-14, give or take a few months. Too old to be hanging out with the younger kids at the teacher watched little parties they threw them, but too young to go to the High-parties (pun intended), with the 15-18-year old's, with liquor, beer, and drugs. The twins were almost 13, but when they turned 12 in March, it was their first Middle party and they loved it. Truly their mother's daughters to never pass on a party. No, they didn't have liquor, beer, or drugs, but when you have great people, fun games, music and a dance floor mixed with a side of gossip and your classic truth or dare and seven minutes in heaven, who needs the added stimulus. Unfortunately, there is a first time to everything.

The twins smiled back, and thanked her for the invite. Making sure to let her know they would see how they felt and would try. Hilary understood and walked off, awkwardly passing by Hope, giving an even more awkward smile, considering the tribrid just heard the party invite be given, and didn't give her one herself.

Hope awkwardly retuned the forced smile and Josie saw and tried to make up for it. ''It's not really a paper invite thing, anyone can show up, she was just letting us know, because we weren't around today.''

Lizzie smirked. ''Like she would show up.''

''Why wouldn't I?'' Hope challenged back at the blonde.

Lizzie lifted an eyebrow. ''Oh, so after playing the lonely girl for 8 years, someone wants to come out of their little hideaway. Whatever Hope. You don't want to be a part of this school. Wish granted. You're not that important, were not going to beg.''

''I am a part of this school Lizzie.'' Hope rolled her eyes

''No, you go to this school. You're not a part of it. You chose that. Don't get an attitude with me, over your decision.''

''When did I make that choice?'' Hope asked with her eyebrows raised and lips pressed together.

''Oh, maybe when you didn't come to the school dances, or movie nights, or Christmas Balls, or Secret Santa, or Easter brunch, or Homecoming, or-''

''SO sorry, that I didn't feel like coming around and starting conversations with people! 'Hey, I'm Hope, I'm the only one of my kind, a tribrid, and my family is-''

''Boo freaking hoo.'' Lizzie dead panned. ''If I hear that sob story one more time, I'm going to enclose myself in my room for 8 years.''

Hope looked downright insulted with her mouth open.

''Everyone here has lost something; you don't get a patent on it. Nobody cares about your unicorn horse crap. Literally. If you hadn't noticed, which you probably haven't, this school isn't supposed to focus on differences, no one cares what you are, I promise I know dozens of people who dislike you and it has nothing to do with what you are or your last name, it's literally you and your personality. Myself included.'' Lizzie ranted with attitude at the tribrid.

Lizzie could tell her words hurt her. Whether because she knew they were true or because of what was said she wasn't sure, but ever the Mikaelson, she didn't let her tears fall, and looked Lizzie in the eye.

''I don't care what people think about me.'' Hope stated.

''Yea, and I'm the Queen of Sheeba.'' Lizzie rolled her eyes and threw her arms in the air exasperated. ''Don't you have somewhere to be, by yourself, alone, not ruining other people's lives.''

''I'm not ruining anyone's life by walking in the halls, but maybe since you already said it, how about I do go to that party tonight and ruin yours.'' Hope ranted out, raising her voice a little.

''Again, I say, look who's trying to be social all of a sudden.'' Lizzie said sarcastically. ''Do you think people will welcome you there? The girl who thinks she's too good to hang out with everyone.''

''I don't think I'm-''

''Who stayed in her room only coming out when she gets to go defy orders with the headmaster and not once get in trouble? The girl who didn't want to get to know any of us even though she's been going to the same school, living together, for seven years.'' Lizzie finishes.

''Drama queen.'' Hope deadpanned.

''Not in the slightest on this though. Everyone has heard of Hope Marshall, oops, I'm sorry, Mikaelson, and her 'oh so sunny disposition'. Lizzie says with a cruel happy grin and fake enthusiasm.

''As Josie said though please, go ahead, it isn't like its invitation only. Spread your wings and all that jazz.'' Lizzie says, going back to the banister and looking over it.

''You know. You can be a real bitch sometimes.'' Hope whispers.

''Said the dad stealing, name-calling, attention seeking orphan.'' Lizzie deadpanned while still looking over the bannister and not sparing the red-head a glance.

Josie gasped, while Hope just nodded her head and turned around and headed back to her room.

''Was that really necessary?'' Josie softly stated.

''Come on. Back to the drawing board. We can't trust the witches here.''

X-x-X

''Okay, Jo, be 100 percent honest with me. How dedicated are you to this? How far are you willing to go? I have a solution to the power problem, but it doesn't take two of us to go there, I can do this part by myself.'' Lizzie asked her answer with an excited though cautious look on her face.

Josie looked wary. ''What do you mean? Go where?''

''Answer the question.''

''It's Mom.'' Josie deadpanned, as if that explained everything, which in light of everything their doing, it did. ''We already agreed weren't killing off innocents for this, and that was our one line, so hit me with it, what do we need to do.''

''Okay!'' Lizzie clapped her hands together. ''So, were the last living members of our Gemini Coven, which you know is a Dark coven.'' Josie nodded her head following.

''What you didn't know is that it is the dark coven that all other dark covens go to for help or counsel. They were super powerful once upon a time. The fact that it's just us two left, gives us freaking royalty points, heck we're worshipped!'' Lizzie bragged.

''How do you know this?'' Josie asked confused.

''It seemed strange that you couldn't find anything and I couldn't find anything in the library, especially since our dad wrote most of these books and knows every book that is on the shelves of this place. So, I went into Dad's office and just started siphoning near the walls and cases, and yet again, unsurprisingly, I found tons of books on Dark covens.''

''We're not allowed to use dark magic on school grounds, so hiding books on anything related to it, makes since Lizzie.'' Josie tried to defend their father.

''Yes, Josette, it would, except you and I both know Dad brings this out in a few circumstances and entrusts it to our mutually loathed school chum, so she can use for whatever spell, that us ''little people'' apparently can't handle.''

''Point taken.'' Josie nodded. ''So, tell me how awesome we are.''

Lizzie smiled devilishly, and began filling in her sister.

While Lizzie was psyched to have so much influence and power under their disposal, claiming to even be more notable than Hope, whose only royalty came from a rotten bayou, that meant nothing after they cross the border of Louisiana, Josie remained cautious. While yes, these dark covens would be respectful of the girls and want to do whatever they asked, because of their position of being the only living Gemini Coven survivors of a horrible massacre, there were just as equally some dark covens that would use the girls in an instant, take advantage of their age and naivety, which would lead to more trouble than they were already were going to have.

''What exactly do you think we can say to these witches Lizzie? 'Oh, hey, we are resurrecting two Originals, but aren't powerful enough to do it by ourselves, can you help us?!' Great! Now they know were weak and can potentially over power us.''

''No.'' Lizzie said shaking her head.

''Yes!''

''No! Because if they worship us, they worship the Mikaelsons.''

''You don't know that.''

''Yes, I do. Look.'' Lizzie put down one of the Dark Coven books in her head and Josie saw a man, next to dark-skinned woman with black curls with another man standing beside her. In front of them were multiple women kneeling around a fire in a circle, with their hands joined together. ''Who are these people?''

''This is a sketch, but the passage says they are Klaus and Kol Mikaelson. Which makes since, seeing as how highly Kol places witches and this year matches the time when Kol wasn't in his coffin. Look Jo,'' Lizzie snapped the book shut, ''we are around a lot of people who dislike them and who have tried to kill them multiple times, our parents included, but that's here. There is an entire world out there, people who like them, who worship them, and who would jump to do them favors, just because, and out of the off chance they would one day return the favor.''

Lizzie saw Josie's eyes flash with understanding, and she pushed a little more for her to see her side of things.

''The coven we're going to go see is the Silver Coven. They are majorly loyal to the Original family and are one of the covens who were known to be allied with the Gemini's. They will help, I know, and we use them to ask questions, understand our spell, and to see if we end more help from other covens.''

''If we need more help?''

''With you and I, plus the Silver Coven's magic, the power of the full moon, and the sacrifice, Jo, this coven could be the only thing we need. I'm not going to have us going out and searching the world for Dark Covens. I promise.''

Josie sighed. Okay, so Lizzie's plan sounded sufficiently better than what she thought she had in mind. The dark coven they meet with review the spell, check it over, and would help with the spell, thereby helping them with the resurrection of Klaus and Elijah.

''Okay. Where is the coven located?''

X-x-X

If only everything could work out that fine.

You would think that the magic part of this plan would be the hardest, but no, it was the logistics and the execution that seemed to be the problem.

Problem 1: The Silver Coven was located in the remote corners near France. While the twins were in Virginia.

Problem 2: They were very much in school at the moment. Classes, clubs, and sports obligations to attend to. Attendance mandatory, and their made-up excuses too wary to try out.

Problem 3: In retrospect they probably should have started with this.

They were only 12 years old.

Two twelve-year old's that needed to get to France, leave a cushion time in place, in case any obstacles arise, and with their look, they can see a couple coming up. They needed to be back in this school before anyone notices they are gone. They had to not attract attention and travel discreetly. Even crossing roads by themselves or walking down a block was too risky. They girls were 12, but could easily pass as 10 or 11, noticeably not teenagers yet, and this world was filled with crazy disgusting people, and without the school to siphon from, how were they going to defend themselves.

And their father thought that the students in this school were the monsters. They have nothing on the humans of this world.

''Josie! We need to get something before we go.''

''Uhm Liz,'' Josie said from her spot hanging off the bed, ''we still have to figure out how were getting anywhere? When we're getting there, and how were getting back?'' Josie pointed out.

''Yes, but those questions mean nothing if we can't protect ourselves.''

Josie was on alert. ''From what, I thought you said this coven was the safest to contact.''

''I did, and they are, but we live in the supernatural world Jo, even the safest places hold risks, and we wouldn't be able to siphon anything to use just in case. You know I love being a witch, but this siphoner crap, leaves a lot of openings to get our ass kicked.'' Lizzie complained.

''I agree with that.'' Josei nodded, then was hit with an idea. ''We need to take some magic for the road.'' Josei said with an uncharacteristic smirk.

Lizzie narrowed her eyes. ''We can't bring the school with us.''

Josie shrugged her shoulders. ''No, but if only there was a place that held powerful magical artifacts that we could get our hands on and siphon from if we need to.'' Josie finished with a smirk.

Lizzie smiled. ''The town sweep Mom did when the troubles were gone. Where they found everything!''

Josie got excited. ''Exactly! All we have to do is grab something powerful, preferable small, turn it into a necklace or bracelet, and boom. Power for the road. Siphon what we need, and if the witches prove themselves trustworthy, I'm sure they would help with aiding us as well.''

Lizzie nodded, impressed. ''Look at you big sister. Okay, you snoop out the goody treasure, while I get some logistics and nip a book about location spells. I got an idea.'' Lizzie grinned.

A while later Josie was back in their room. The Salvatore School was huge, even back when it was just a boarding house, now with reconstruction and add-ons, it was massive. Which meant it was easy enough to add on secret tunnels and hide-always in the school, that the students couldn't find, and the grownups put in previsions for those just-in-case incidents. Well, easy if the student wasn't your daughter, who guessed that one of the passcodes to the secret room was the birthday of his dead wife, the twin's bio-mom, Josette.

Josie grabbed some pieces that were small in size and could be worn by or on the girls to give them the power they needed. Emily Bennett's revived amulet was amongst the pile. When Josie saw it is looked beaten and worn as if someone set it on fire. Using a spell, she learned from her Aunt Bonnie, she did a rejuvenation spell. It's supposed to bring good spirit or life back to which it once was. Not as severe as resurrection her aunt reminded, but more along the lines of a dead flower, or contaminated waters. It was worth a shot, so Josie performed the spell and swirled it around the four elements, and when she raised it from the water, the amulet looked as good as new, shiny, and Josie could feel the power coming off of it.

The next thing she brought back was a white oak stake. She knew the story for this, and she was wondering why her father has it, but didn't think she would want to know the answer, or how far their father's hatred went. Knowing that while wouldn't deter Josie from helping Lizzie and their Mom, but it would affect how she acted and what she tells her father in the future about her life, which she knows will most likely be spent half the time with their mother, and half the time with their father. She could easily cover the white oak stake in some kind of dark ash or tar to give the appearance it is black, and shrink it to the size of an animal tooth and wear it around their neck.

She found another necklace. Rebekah Mikaelson's that Stefan Salvatore gave to Elena then Gilbert. It wasn't a dark object, but it was packed with almost a thousand years' worth of magic, which could come in handy.

The last thing she brought was argumentatively the most powerful, but Josie didn't bring it to siphon in their journeys. It was crucial and a part of their plan that they forgot about, which was kind of stupid since they put it there in the first place.

''Okay, I'm back, sorry I'm late.'' Lizzie rushed in with her hands full, of...well Josie didn't know what.

''Uhm, Lizzie, I thought I was grabbing the magical objects.''

''You were! These are the logistics I was talking about and I think I figured a way around our traveling issue.''

''Well okay then, Team Forbes, making progress.'' Josie teased. ''Actually, really well progress.'' Josie said stunned.

Lizzie bounced up and down, ''I know! It's finally coming together. All that's unknown is how the talk with the witches will go, but I have faith. And just in case maybe I should take a literal chill pill before we go.''

''Lizzie!'' Josie giggled, trying to get her sisters attention back on track.

''Right! So, I know you were panicking about the witches' parlay, and I won't even suggest the 'you keep quiet, while I do the talking' angle, because no matter who talks, if they feed us a bunch of bull crap, who cares, so'', Lizzie pulled out the glowing ball from the black bag. The sphere was used to tell whether someone was lying or not, which came in handy with a school full of kids. It glowed red, when someone was lying, and blue, when they told the truth.

''We're bringing that with us?'' Josie questioned, looking at its size.

''We are going to shrink this to the size of a pea, solder it to a ring, that you will wear. That way we'll know that whatever they're telling us isn't a lie. Just play with your ring when they talk, or twist it to the inside of your hand and look at it, make sure they aren't playing us.''

Josie looked at Lizzie in amazement.

''Feel better about the whole thing?'' Lizzie asked her sister. Josie just smiled and gave her a hug.

Lizzie smiled back, ''okay next up, I did go and leaf through the books on locations, but I got distracted walking by the younger kids' playroom and they were watching Doctor Strange, and-''

''Lizzie.'' Josie groaned, not believing her sister got distracted by a movie, while they had more important things going on.

''Let me finish! Doctor Strange opens up portals that takes him from here to there, or anywhere he wants to go. That's what we need Josie! A portal! One that will open up and take us to the edge of France, and another to bring us back to our room, or at least a safe spot we can sneak back in! Don't you see!''

Josei nodded her head fast, trying to keep up with her sister. ''Okay okay, that actually could work, but so you have a spell? Do you know where?''

''Yea, so'', Lizzie dropped to the ground and moved their supplies out of the way, ''the map I have is only a decade old. With time, nature, and humanity, it's safe to say that the exact location where the coven resides is impossible to track down for us.'' Josie sighed discouraged. ''But, thankfully, much has changed in that region except for earth between spots. I predict maybe a mile hike, if that, but still easily enough to track down. Just because they're living out of the city, doesn't mean they're leaving in tents. They built actual cabins and houses out there.''

''Okay so good. Not bad.'' Josie said with more spirit. ''So, we can't pop up in front of them, but close enough. Okay, and for all we know, they find us first, and ask about us, giving us our in.''

''Correct!'' Lizzie exclaimed. ''And the whole Doctor Strange-ish spell isn't hard either. Basically, a locater spell but add the physical element. We need to locate us in this area. Put our blood on the map, add a couple of new words for our physical presence, and the map guides our bodies to the space we need to go.''

''I love magic.'' Josie said cheekily.

Lizzie giggled. ''So, what about you, what did you get us.'' Josie sobered up a bit, remembering what she needed to tell her sister. Josie pulled out the talisman, Rebekah's necklace, and the white oak stake, and explained how they were going to use it.

''What about the sword?''

''This isn't for siphoning to use for our magic, this is for, what I guess would be the final step of our plan.''

''The final step is we have them back.'' Lizzie stated matter of factly.

''Yes, but, Lizzie, they died with the Hollow inside them. We put it there, you know how powerful it is, who's to say that it won't still cling to them when they come back. The hollow needs an alive host, she's only gone, because they are, when her host are alive again? What then?''

Lizzie slapped her hand to her forehead and shut her eyes. ''How did we not think about this! Ugh!''

''I just got the thought when I was looking through the books you left behind, I said the name, and remembered.''

''Okay. We can fix this.'' Lizzie said, trying to calm down. ''Wait, what does that have to do with the sword?''

''So, I remembered before I went to go find extra magic, and I saw this sword, and remembered reading about it in Japanese magic. It's a katana sword, spelled by an unknown witch with dark magic, that's capable of killing an oni-a supernatural demon ghost monster that has the ability to possess people through touching either voluntary or involuntary action. Once inhabiting a host, it makes them act crazy. The sword is imbued with a spell that will make it glow around other supernaturals. The sword is used to kill the specific oni, but it has been missing, or dead for a long time, so the sword just hasn't been used. {wiki fandom}

''How are we going to use it?'' Lizzie asked quietly.

''I couldn't even touch the actual blade, it had so much black magic that it hurt, but I think it's that black magic that can purge the hollow from Klaus and Elijah and weaken it to-'' Josie paused.

''To what Jo?''

''To put in someone else, then kill them.'' Jo finished

Lizzie looked surprised. ''I know we said we weren't sacrificing innocents, and were not! We can find someone, or the witches can and then we can use the white oak to kill them. We will triple check that this person deserved death.'' Josie reassured her sister.

''I know, I never thought you would harm an innocent, Jo.''

''Okay. So that part is handled. What next? Uhm, that was it, except maybe, we should rethink adding people into the plan.''

''Why would we need to rethink that?''

''Maybe because while we know we're 100 percent going to get in trouble for this, we can hold off on that part. The longer Dad or Hope don't know, the best. I know you two dislike each other, but Hope wouldn't want you genuinely hurt or killed. If she thought we were in trouble, or in over our heads, she'd tell Dad.''

''Like the good little teacher's pet, she is.'' Lizzie muttered. ''Ugh! But I see your point. If Dad finds out sooner than he should, he could easily stop the plan. Whether by getting Hope to block us, or coming to the resurrection site, we can't let him get too close.''

''Well, I don't think we've ever said this before, but maybe for once Dad not noticing us at all may finally come in handy.'' Josie said. ''All we need to do, is have someone vouch that were out or doing something, or at the Mystic Grill or store or something. Anything that would tie us over for the later part of the evening. Dad never checks on us in the middle of the night, and rarely sees us off to bed, unless were in trouble.''

Lizzie stood back up to pace. ''We need to be back here in this room around 7-ish and tell everyone we're having an early night. That gives us 2 hours. The sun to set, the moon to start rising. Us getting the ritual together and double checking everything on our front. In the off chance someone does come by our room, we will need someone to distract them, lead them on a wild goose chase, and/or stall them until the moon is at its apex and we do what we need to do.''

''Oh, and we should take this.'' Josie grabs the barrier candle. ''It will keep out every supernatural and I can tweak the wax a bit, so it especially keeps out Hope.''

''And I can place this'', Lizzie goes and gets the Imprisonment Candle, that when lite, it doesn't let anyone out of its boundary, and the only one who can blow it out, is the one that lite it. ''This can go in Dad's office. Extreme maybe. But he would be safe, and if the off change that he sends Hope to do his dirty work, well, you have that covered.'' Lizzie smirked.

The twins went to Lizzies bed and fell back on it. ''Now, we have everything in place.'' Lizzie sighed, exhausted. ''Well besides our alibis.'' Josie interrupted.

''Nope.'' Lizzie sighed happily. ''I've got that covered. Now, let's close our eyes for a while, we deserve a nap. ''

The twins scooted back up on the bed and laid down. Their eyes closing almost immediately after the stressful day they have had. Not even feeling the presence of a spirit that had been with them all day, watching the two put their heads together and overcome obstacles of their plan. They truly were their mother's daughters.

Clever girls.

X-x-X

Klaus stood looking in on the two twelve-year old's, with admiration and gratitude. They didn't know him very well to be doing this for him, but they still did it for their mother. Loyalty. The one major thing that attracted Klaus Mikaelson to the baby vampire in the first place, a trait she obviously passed down to her little girls.

Klaus was nervous. No matter how many obstacles the girls encountered, while they always came up with a solution, the actual execution was a big question mark, and no matter how lovely Elizabeth's optimistic nature was on the issue, it didn't settle Klaus' pessimism at all. The Silver Coven was loyal to the Mikaelsons, it was the others in the area that while loyal, still might need an incentive, or an IOU for them to get involved.

When he died there wasn't anything except darkness, which wasn't surprising, given the life he led. There was no Elijah, no Finn, no mother or father. Just him, alone, in darkness. To keep his mind off his loneliness, he thought of Hope, his sisters, his little brother Kol, now the only Mikaelson man in the world, he thought of Caroline. Then there was light, he saw them. Like a picture phone. Turning to each person in a second, fast. Klaus closed his eyes a focused on one person. He opened them, and saw Hope, dropping her bags in her room and sitting on her bed. He surmised she must have just come back from New Orleans. He focused on others as well, leaving his Caroline for last so he could linger, and stumbling on the twins and their planning.

Klaus wanted to come back so much. He didn't regret his decision in the slightest. Hope was his unconditional love, his heir, his daughter, he would do anything for her, as he proved by dying, he didn't regret it in the least. Caroline. His sweet Caroline. He saw her grieve, continually as well, and his heart broke. The heart she put together again, when he met her on that faithful night on her birthday. The day she made him feel. His love. The love he never told her she possessed. She knew. Oh, his lovely girl knew. She held his heart from the day they met, and he let her lead him all around that god-awful town with it. She knew he loved her, he just wishes he told her, because if Caroline Forbes didn't teach him anything else in their decade plus relationship, she taught him that while actions speak louder than words, words were still necessity and held power, sometimes people just need to hear it.

He understood. He wishes he would have said those three words to her, just as much as he wishes he was still alive to hear her say them back to him, and not to the air, drunk and comatose, thinking about them and all their lost time. He wishes he could comfort her, take her in his arms and tell her it was him, and that she was safe, and that he loved her. Gods did he love that little baby vampire.

Watching his love is how he happened upon the twins, sitting down on the stairs, their wide watery eyes on their mother watching her break. He saw them through every plan prep and annoyance, every little fib they told their teachers and class mates, every sibling squabble, and every fight with Hope.

Klaus sighed. He knew the twins weren't Hope's favorite people in the world, as he knew the twins weren't fond of his littlest wolf as well. Coming from himself, who seemed to be the root of all problems for his family, didn't particularly find it very troublesome though. Make no mistake, Caroline and the twins were his family, his separate from his other. He didn't really care if they liked each other or not, as long as they loved each other and stood by Always and Forever. He didn't like his own siblings, though he loved them each and every one of them. The verdict was still out on his in-laws, though he tolerated Keelan tons more than the St. Claire girl. As he said, loyalty was important and the girl, while showed it unconditionally towards Kol himself, it has and would never be the family. Klaus could imagine the issues the girl would bring forth in the future. The Mikaelsons weren't known to have a very peaceful life.

Klaus and Caroline both refused to get in the middle of teenage squabble. Them having faith that they would work out their differences eventually. He figures they reached that agreement, because while both didn't like the arguments that their daughters got into, they each weren't blinded to their child's faults, and knew that they had a hand in their rivalry.

Klaus while didn't communicate with his daughter, still kept track of her. He knew around 10 that Hope closed herself off to everyone. Opting to be alone. Her belief that when your alone, and don't make connections, no one can hurt you, and it seemed that was all that could truly happen when you were a Mikaelson. The death of Jackson, Gia, Camille, Josh, and so many others most likely playing in her head, and her mother's death years later after that adding to the fuel. Add her temper, and the attitude that she no doubt got from her mother and/or auntie Bex and he knew his littlest wolf wouldn't be the ideal student to be around.

On top of all of that Klaus felt like it was a bit his fault, his families as well. Hope was the only one of her kind, a character trait that many of them have pushed in her mind from birth. That there was no one like her in the world and only she could do so many things. While a parent wants to make their child feel special, he thinks maybe they made her too special where she thinks that she wouldn't connect with anybody, or could be around anybody.

Elijah's ramblings and prophecies about her being their families hope, and reigning in his anger was another. Hope saw it as her mission in life to fix him. To fix this family, instead of being a normal girl, a child, and when it was clear that Hope was not the tool to help reign himself in, Elijah of course got discouraged, his family once again battling everything and his daughter feeling like a failure that she couldn't do the one thing that she was apparently born to do. A girl that was told to bring all factions together or cause the destruction of them, had done more of the latter than the former, and the latter was more done towards her family and city, who she'd loved more than all.

Caroline knew that something happened. She knew that the twins had tried to be friends with Hope when she was younger, and even accomplished it on some occasions, but the young tribrid never put in the effort. After a play date or study sessions, she locked herself off again and rather would be alone. Caroline while understood it, didn't agree with it, but she knew the family better than they knew themselves sometimes and she knew not to push. She also understood while the girls became stagnant as well, they weren't going to beg Hope to come and play or hangout with them, so they left her alone. Just saying hi when passing each other, or dropping off mail to her dorm if it came. They simple settled into acquaintances.

Until the twins turned 12. A few months in and it seemed Lizzie had a new enemy to focus her anger on, besides Penelope Park. Caroline didn't know who said what first, or who did what first, all she knew is that it took Caroline back to her middle school and high school days. While she absolutely adored that Lizzie was so much like her, in situations like these, she was too much like her mother. Human Caroline was cruel, and if she had a problem with someone, everyone had to have a problem with them. Lizzie was on the same wavelength. First with name-calling, then spells, then little barbs at appearances. Hope gave back as good as she got, and even sometimes managed to take the high road and just ignore Lizzie altogether, but her little firecracker would be heard, and did not like the tribrid dismissing her like she didn't matter.

Caroline blamed herself for that. She knew the girls were feeling neglected, she tried to talk to Rik multiple times about it, and the conversation always ended with a fight, and even wound up being switched on her for being away too long, even though Caroline reminded him multiple times that it was for work and the twins and not a vacation. It wasn't that Alaric wasn't paying attention to Josie or Lizzie, and just focusing on himself or a girlfriend, it was the fact that all the attention and nurturing and guidance was being used for someone else. Hope. Which added fuel to Lizzie's already growing hatred.

Caroline knew that Alaric took over to be a guiding person in Hope's life while her family was away. That was okay. Caroline herself picked up the slack more so when Hope was young and Haley was away more times than none. The problem with Alaric is that his guidance quickly led to straight favoritism that even the students can see, not to mention those ignorant townies could see. That wasn't okay, and it didn't help matters.

Klaus and Caroline didn't want to get involved in that. They would give them time, but they knew one day they would have to sit them down and lay all the cards out, but they hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Or at least, that's what would have happened if he had still been alive.

Klaus saw the argument Lizzie and Hope had in the hall, and he was upset at Lizzie for her harsh words, an unfortunate pass down she no doubt got from her mother, the hybrid remembering some harsh words Caroline used to throw at him, but that didn't mean he approved of them, but he knew where it stemmed from in Lizzie's place, and while Caroline may have acted like it on multiple occasions, he never called her out of her name of a female dog.

''These teenage girls are going to drive me absolutely mad.'' He muttered out loud.

''Indeed, they will, but I'm sure their mother can easily help with that.'' A voice sounded beside him.

Klaus whipped around fast.

''Brother.''

Elijah smiled. ''I am a bit upset with you. After all these years together, I have been searching for your happiness, and I admit that I was wrong to place all this on Hope's shoulders to the point where she felt like a disappointment.'' Elijah paused then looked at his brother. ''But if I had known Ms. Forbes was what makes you happy and more pleasant'', Elijah chuckled, ''I would have helped you.''

Klaus sighed. ''That's what I was afraid of. You weren't alone in the weight you put on Hope, we all added to it, even giving her that name, but Caroline is different. She never thought that was the right thing to do. She said children aren't put on this earth to better their parents, it wasn't their job to take care of them, that's why she was a bit short with you, when you two spoke.'' Klaus mentioned flippantly.

''Caroline while hasn't interacted with you much Elijah, she has heard and seen quite a bit from different sources including our siblings. She knows how you work, and she would not be kind nor responsive to you using her as a tool to better me. She would give you quite a good ribbing if she caught even a whiff of your misleading's.''

''I'll take that into consideration.''

Klaus smirked. ''Plus, she doesn't think I need redemption. She loves me how I am, how I was. If the Klaus Mikaelson that first came to Mystic Falls was such a monster, you might want to rethink helping me, because that's the version of myself she first fell in love with.''

''That's because you showed her a different side than the rest of the residents didn't see. Even us, your family.''

''Well I wasn't trying to woo you lot, you were already stuck with me. I was trying to woo her.'' Klaus rolled his eyes. Elijah turned to look at his brother who seemed to be lost in a memory. ''Actually, when I first set my sights on her, she called me out on my behavior and then threw my birthday present I gave her back in my face.'' Klaus chuckled.

Elijah smiled. ''I'm liking this woman more and more by the minute.''

Klaus hmmed. ''And what of her off springs.''

''Your step-daughters.'' Elijah smirked

''Yes, my daughters''. Klaus corrected and smirked back.

''They are only 12, whatever unsavory behavior ticks they have now, I'm sure under our tutelage they will grow out of.'' Elijah said while he was straitening his cufflinks, obviously referring to their spats with Hope. ''Aside from that however, the mere fact that they are attempting this says much about their character, strength, and perseverance in the face of obstacles, and that they would go very far for family. Not by birth, but very much a Mikaelson.'' Elijah nodded. Klaus looked proud. ''I don't know what about the Saltzman fault however'', Elijah shuddered, ''I don't see much of that, thank goodness. No god complexes or human morality speeches.''

Klaus chuckled. ''That's because they are Forbes.'' Klaus slapped a hand on his brothers back and led him back around. ''Let's let them sleep, for when they wake, they shall move mountains.''

X-x-X

Josie rolled over with a yawn, hearing Lizzie going through her drawers. ''What are doing?'' She asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

''Looking for that Marvel Shirt with the superheroes on it. The gray graphite T-shirt. You see it?''

''Since when do you wear superhero shirts?'' Josie asked, climbing out of the bed and getting her own clothes together.

Lizzie came out of the bathroom with her T-shirt on, stopping right above her denim destressed shorts, paired with her gray Chuck Taylor high-tops converse. Her hair curled to the T. Her mother would be proud. ''Since we have a favor to ask.'' Lizzie grinned

The twins knocked on the door.

''Hi!'' Lizzie said excited.

''Hey pretty girl!'' MG said back with amusement at the happy blonde.

''Who there?'' Kaleb came in behind him, ''ah, I should've known. Lizzie is the only one that can put that smile on your face. What ya'll trouble makers want?'' He asked turning around to go lay back on his bed.

Kaleb and MG were the youngest vampires in the Salvatore School, enrolling within months of each other. Both allegedly turned by a malicious vampire who thought it would be funny to turn children into the bumps of the nights. The twins didn't know why, but the boys were still aging. It would stop at around 16-17 years, 19 if their lucky, it was because of that the boys adjusted well. They would have been a complete mess if they would have to look 13 their whole eternal life, while they grow old and wise mentally and emotionally. Their parents felt significantly better than the alternative as well.

''Come on in ladies.'' MG opened the door and let them walk through, before shutting it. ''What do you need?'' MG asked.

''A favor.'' Lizzie replied

''Anything.'' MG shot back quick.

''I'm glad you phrased it that way.'' Josie interrupted.

''Wait a sec, maybe not.'' MG backtracked.

''MG its big. Like super big. You won't be in harm's way, but we need you to cover for us. By extinction Kaleb too.''

''Woah, what have you too gotten yourselves into?'' Kaleb asked nervously getting up from his bed.

The twins looked at each other and then opened their mouths to explain.

''Hold on, hold on, hold on. How the hell are ya'll going to pull this off!'' Kaleb exclaimed.

''This sounds dangerous Lizzie.'' MG looked at her worried.

''Our entire lives are dangerous MG.'' Lizzie looked at him, hoping to get him to understand, ''but at least were doing this for our Mom, who has done multiple dangerous things for everyone else.''

''Our plan is good, you have to admit that, we just need an alibi.'' Josie intersected.

''So, basically all we have to do is tell whoever asked-''

''If they ask.'' Lizzie interrupted

''That you guys are somewhere around town, or sneaking off into the woods, or something like that.''

''Yes. Just in case we need to be accounted for. Someone has to know where we are, if they bother to care.''

''We care.'' Kaleb and MG said at the same time.

''You're my boyfriend, and he's your best friend/brother, you happy, makes him happy, so while that's sweet, it doesn't count.'' Lizzie sighed.

Silence.

Crickets.

''Wait what!'' Josie exclaimed jumping up from Kaleb's desk chair. ''How!? When!? You know what, I don't even care, I'm so happy!'' Josie pulled them both in a three-way hug. ''You knew?'' Josie whirled around to Kaleb who was watching the scene with a smile.

''Yea, I live with him. You should have seen him walking in here on cloud 9.'' Kaleb chuckled. MG started to blush and held his head down, before he felt a pair of soft lips touch his cheek, looking up Lizzie gave him a smile and put her arms around his neck, MG reflexively put his on her waist.

''Please.'' Lizzie asked. ''You didn't see her that night, she was a wreak. This would make her so happy, and all of us! I don't see it, or get it, but Hope is your friend, she has her Dad back. Klaus will make Mom happy, and you guys like our Mom, right?'' Lizzie turns her head to look at Kaleb.

''We love Ms. C. You know that?''

''So, yea, and with him here, he is a benefactor of this school, one of our largest.'' Lizzie said mischievously. MG bumped his forehead against Lizzies, ''I know that smile'', MG narrowed his eyes at her, ''what does him being a benefactor mean?''

''Well'', Lizzie's eyes got big, trying to convey innocence, ''he would have a say in school matters. If he thought something needed to be changed, added on, vampires drinking human blood, instead of bunny blood.'' Lizzie finished trailing off.

''I'm in.'' Kaleb jumped.

MG pulled back, ''Liz, I don't think-''

''MG your control is getting better. You have great control of it-'' Lizzie tried to comfort him

''Yea, until I don't, and everyone starts calling me the Ripper of Mystic Falls.'' MG complained.

''Yes, but this school was built to help you with that. The rules are for you guys to only drink bunny blood is setting you up to fail. So, you guys go through all this trouble to gain control, but as soon as you go out into the outside world, and someone scrapes a knee, or cuts their hand, and you smell human blood, that control goes out the window. You don't know how you can control yourself from it, because you were never exposed to it. Better to do it at a loving and protective school that won't give up on you, than in the real world, where someone can stake you.'' Lizzie reasoned.

Kaleb clapped his hands. ''Thank you! Thank you! From a witch no less! She gets it! See, MG that was what I've been trying to get you to understand.''

MG looked hesitant. ''Okay, well, yea, I get what you're saying.'' MG looked up at Kaleb, ''Both of you. I'll help because I care about Ms. C, and I care about you, troublemaker.'' MG bumped his shoulder into Lizzie's. ''I do however, want you to text us, as soon as you get to the location, leave, and on to the next. We can't be there with you during the resurrection, but we'll be waiting here when you get back.''

Lizzie gave him a kiss and a hug. ''Thank you, MG! Lizzie turned to Kaleb, and you too.''

MG looked down at her T-shirt and smirked. ''Did you wear this shirt to get me to agree to help you?''

Lizzie sat up straight and turned sideways back and forth, showing her T-shirt off. ''I thought it would ''help.

MG rolled his eyes with a smile. ''Yea, like I would ever tell you no. ''

X-x-X

''What are you guys up to?'' Hope demanded while intersecting MG and Kaleb while they were walking to the blood cooler in the kitchen.

''Uh, excuse me Little Red, I got an appetite to nourish.'' Kaleb slid passed easily, not bothering to even look in the young girls' eyes. Kaleb opened the fridge and threw a bag at MG.

''We're hungry. I didn't know that was a crime.'' MG shrugged his shoulders.

''Yea, well I was passing by the drill team and I didn't see them anywhere, in fact, Zoe Richards was leading the team. I was expecting Lizzie to come out of anywhere and go completely crazy and-''

''Don't call her that.'' MG interrupted calmly.

''It's a figure of speech.''

''Not when they have an actual issue with it. Overstepping Mikaelson. There are lines that can't be crossed. Your tiptoeing it.'' Kaleb eyed the girl seriously.

''Like Lizzie doesn't cross lines with everyone else.'' Hope scoffed, but took what Kaleb said seriously, knowing she was being petty. The words Lizzie spoke to her that morning still playing in her head, on repeat. The worst part was that everything she said was true.

''The only person she crossed a line with was you. Whacking on someone's character or appearance was different. She called you an orphan, which technically, no offense, you are.'' Kaleb told her.

''Oh, so I'm a horrible person and Lizzie gets off scot free because she only called it like it is and didn't name-call me about my height or lack of fashion sense.''

''You just said it.'' MG said throwing his blood bag away, not really wanting to hear Hope trash-talk his girlfriend. ''Lizzie insults people's appearances, she took stabs at you, why don't you ask yourself why does she cross lines with you.''

''I don't know!'' Hope exclaimed, upset MG, always nice and understanding MG, was making her out to be the bad guy.

''Do you know?'' Kaleb asked MG, raising his eyebrows.

''Possibly.'' MG shrugged.

''Well, don't leave me in suspense!'' Hope exclaimed upset and wanted to know when her and the twin's relationship took a turn. Not really a relationship, but they used to at least be civil. Passing by and saying hi, goodnights to each other, teaming up to work on assignments, all that changed this year.

''You know it's funny.'' MG started. ''I truly don't think you said it, but with how many times you like to drop the 'crazy' word, I'm not sure.''

''What are you talk-''

''Lizzie has had a bad few months this year.''

Hope scoffed, ''Yea, I know-''. Then she stopped. She knew what he was talking about. Everyone did. Lizzie's magic went haywire a few months back, ruining half the school, lighting the forest on fire, and trashing her and Josie's room. Apparently, it took her an hour to cool down, and then Ms. Caroline came back from whatever recruitment she was on, and her and Lizzie went away for a few weeks. When they came back, Lizzie was all over the place, but still essentially the same person. A certain word was being tossed around about her, and while Hope never defended Lizzie, she also didn't...

''Wait a second. You think-''

''I don't think anything.'' MG shook his head, walking out of the room, or trying to before Hope blocked him.

''Well she thinks I said that. That I called her witch bipolar.'' Hope asked shocked.

Kaleb's mouth dropped. ''Damn, that's cold.''

''I would never do that!''

''To play devil's advocate here, let me see if I got this right. Well, the fact is she thinks you did, and your very quick to jump in arguments and for someone who doesn't like them very much and it's a known fact to everyone here, you're wondering about them now, because...?'' Kaleb left the question open-ended.

''Believe it or not, just because I'm not very social, doesn't mean I don't care.'' Hope said sternly.

Kaleb chuckled. ''We can't tell.''

''In the off chance that they are off by themselves doing something, something they weren't supposed to do, I honestly just wanted to make sure they were okay. They are Dr. Saltzman's daughters, and Caroline has always been there for me, no questions asked, the least I can do is discretely look out for them if they get into something stupid.'' Hope said softly.

''And tell Dr. Saltzman.'' Kaleb deadpanned.

''If it's dangerous? Of course. Lizzie is always pushing boundaries with spells something can happen.'' Hope explained.

''Yet, you do it all the time without consequences.'' Hope opened her mouth to defend herself, probably with the usual, 'I'm a tribrid argument, but the vampire cut her off. ''Well'', Kaleb slammed his hands on the counter, ''they're fine. Popped into town to get junk food. Lizzie is testing Zoe to see if she can crack it as her second.''

MG had his head down so the two wouldn't see, but he smiled at the excuse Kaleb used. Very believable.

Kaleb and Lizzie weren't best friends but there was a mutual respect and appreciation there that stemmed from their relationship with MG. They we're both part of the same group and looked out for each other. Lizzie knew she could ask him for a favor and vice versa, but they never hung out, just them two. He'd actually seen Josie and Kaleb hang out more than with her twin. So, the fact that just because their interactions were manly with the group and none with them solo, and still Kaleb knew Lizzie enough to come up with a believable lie, made MG smile. Call him sentimental, but Kaleb became family, his brother, and the person he would be walking the long road of eternity with. He didn't voice it much, but It was important to him that Kaleb and Lizzie get along or at the very least were civil.

''Oh'', Hope said softly. ''Okay.'' The boys started walking off.

''So that's why things turned sour for me and them. Someone told Lizzie I said that about her?'' Hope asked again to clarify.

MG sighed and nodded his head.

''Okay, so all I have to do is tell her that's a lie, and then-''

''You guys can go back to the way things were. No offense Hope, but the way you guys were, weren't exactly friendship goals either. Everything Lizzie said this morning stands, just not with the attitude. You don't want friendships.''

''What happened this morning?'' Kaleb asked. MG just gave a tired shrug and a look, which Kaleb interpreted as the 'usual Lizzie-Hope arguments' that started becoming notorious at this school. Well, second to 'Lizzie-Alyssa' arguments, and third to 'Lizzie-Penelope arguments'.

''You're my friend.''

MG nodded, but for some reason the confirmation wasn't comforting at all.

''Yea, I am your friend, but you're not mine, and I think all the students around here would say the same thing about you. See ya Hope.'' MG gave a sympathetic smile.

Leaving Hope standing in the kitchen. Alone. Story of her life.

X-x-X

The twins came back from their trip to the 'store'. Really, the twins went to the resurrection spot. Feeling things out, putting down essence and their magical placement, to ward off any unwanted spirits or witches trying to mess around the forest. They tested out the candles and their ranges and marked off the road to not use their spot.

Making their way back into the school, the twins opened their door. Lizzie was asking Josie to text the boys they were back when she heard her name being yelled. Turning around she saw Hope.

''Movie night?'' Hope asked pointing to the bags, holding what Hope thought was junk food and not magical instruments.

''Uhm, yea, texting the boys as we speak.'' Lizzie rushed out.

''Yea, they told me.'' Hope muttered.

''What are you-''

''I was wondering if-''

They both started talking at once.

''Just five minutes.'' Hope asked.

If it weren't for the serious and soft tone of her voice and the friendly vibe she was giving, Lizzie would have slammed the door in her face, but since it seemed like this wouldn't be another argument like before, Lizzie nodded and they went to sit on the chairs at the end of the hall in front of the windows.

''What's up Mikaelson.'' Lizzie asked huffing, folding her arms over her chest.

''If you really thought I said all those things about you, then you hating me for almost the whole year makes since, but with a father and grandfather like mine, I'm probably not immune to those issues myself. It's not something I take lightly, and I would never make fun of you for it.''

Lizzie paused. She knew the rumors behind her episode and the nickname that she now has besides ''mean girl'', what she didn't understand was how Hope knew what Lizzie thought of her and how she knew Lizzie blamed her for her decline in superiority for those short two months. Except for...

''MG told you.'' Lizzie sighed.

''Not intentionally really. I was talking too much, Kaleb and MG defended you, then asked me some hard questions that I answered. He just answered back, and thought that maybe if I knew, we could settle everything.''

Lizzie nodded.

''I understand everything you said this morning. I know that. 7 years at this school and I have nothing to show for it. I know I'm grieving, but your right, that doesn't excuse the last 6. I do want to try. It would be nice to make some friends to make up for the all the family I don't have anymore.''

''I get it.'' Lizzie said. ''And I believe you.'' She whispered afterwards.

Hope shot her head up surprised, but relived. ''What I don't get though is why anyone would accuse me of saying that. Who did you hear it from? Do you think it's because I-?''

''Because you don't interact with anyone? Yes. They probably didn't expect this to happen. For me to fact-check and question you, which is right, if you didn't come to me right now, I probably never would have.''

''And I heard through the grapevine from Penelope.'' Lizzie added.

Hope nodded. ''Makes since. She knows you and Josie well. How you handle confrontations. It would never get back to her, and if you were busy coming after me, Josie would focus on someone you hate less, and less on me.''

Lizzie smirked. ''You knew about the crush.''

Hope nodded and blushed. ''Yeah, I was flattered, but everyone knows its Josie and Penelope all the way, I was just a distraction while Penelope went to visit her parents and it went away as soon as Park came back. Josie and I hadn't really talked since.''

Lizzie nodded agreeing. ''Devious, cunning, and well planned. A one of a kind Penelope Park operation. Ugh, I hate her.'' Lizzie rolled her eyes.

''More than you hate me?''

There was a silence that followed. Lizzie truly hated Hope for a while for what she thought the girl said about her, but since that wasn't true, what exactly did Lizzie have to hate Hope for. Yes, the attention Alaric gives her, but that was as much her Dads fault as Hopes. Alaric didn't have to seek out the tribrid instead of his daughters. Hope was antisocial, but again she had her reasons. Maybe not what Lizzie would call acceptable, but they were real reasons to Hope.

Plus, a tad of guilt, Hope was under the impression that she lost her family forever. While the loss was true, if Lizzie and Josie pulled it off, then it wouldn't be forever. Add in to the fact that the three would be step sisters before long, carrying on the grudge and getting in the way of her mother and Hope's father, would just cause an obstacle that was unnecessary.

''Yes, definitely...considering I don't hate you anymore.'' Lizzie responded.

Hope looked up. ''So... trying to be friends?'' Hope questioned.

''The best.'' Lizzie nodded.

Lizzie got up to go back into her room with Josie. ''Hey Hope?'' Hope looked up at the younger girl. ''You won't feel alone for too long. Multiple people will walk into your life and you'll lose that feeling.''

It was the closest Lizzie could say without feeling like a liar or a con. Not wanting to give false hope, but hopefully letting Hope know that she wouldn't be alone even if they don't manage to pull this off.

Hope smiled. ''That was probably the nicest thing you ever said to me. Thanks Lizzie. ''

Lizzie nodded and went back to her room. Josie was there waiting with the map and gear needed. ''I laid some hiking clothes on the bed for you. Get dressed, the Siler Coven is waiting for us.'' Josie said excited and anxious at the same time.

Lizzie looked confused, but did what Josie said. Apparently, Josie wasn't too excited by walking into unknown territory, and neither was MG. He suggested If they could communicate from here. Obviously not from phone but maybe from mail, like the witch mail they sent Hope in New Orleans when Hope's mother died. Josie wrapped her arms around her best friend calling him a genius. Josie contacted the Coven, kept it short and sweet. Stating their name, the Gemini Coven, their mother Caroline Forbes, and the school they frequented. They received, thankfully, a friendly, if not, cautions reply back, telling the girls to redirect their location spell and meet them near one of the Coven leaders houses instead and meat a woman name Juliette Marquise.

''You guys are my super heroes.'' Lizzie exclaimed to Josie and over the phone with MG and Kaleb as they were about to hang up and complete the spell.

Grabbing Josie's hand, with each of them holding on to the ends of the map, with their magic in place and bookbags on their backs, the girls closed their eyes.

''Hello sherries, we've been expecting you.''

The twins gasped and opened their eyes.

''Not what you were expecting?'' The older woman smirked.

Around the twins was a ritzy cabin life, if that made sense, with flowers and stonewalls. Vines up and around the walls and pathways, cabins somehow organized, yet scattered, all over the woods. Lawns of green filled with dandelions and creeks with the bluest waters.

''If by that you mean more Munchkin Land meets the Secret Garden than the Underworld than yea.'' Lizzie stated shocked.

''Lizzie!'' Josie scolded.

The older woman waved her hand. ''She speaks the truth. We value that here, come. If you didn't put it together, I'm Juliette. Just because we practice black magic and the dark arts doesn't mean we have to live in darkness. The magic just gives us more power and flexibility for our spells, not to mention way of life.''

''Really?'' Josie said fascinated. Their Dad was always strict with Black Magic. Hope herself gets in trouble for using it, and she doesn't get in trouble for anything. He made it seem like it was a death sentence that couldn't be avoided. ''Our Dad has a rule at school, we're not allowed to use it, he says it gets into our heads, and infects our hearts. Then we're lost for good.''

''Well that rule obviously means little to you too, since you're here, and have already been dabbling in it. Also, that only applies to some witches and it truly depends on the witch. Not to mention external factors, and triggers in one's life. Your young, but you should know magic isn't simple, and that there's-'',

''Always a loophole.'' Josie and Lizzie responded together.

Juliette smiled. ''Great. With those basics down, this should be an easy talk. Come. ''

The twins walked into Juliette's cottage. The beauty on the outside seeming drab to the breathtaking picturesque home on the inside. Without the plants and the dirt, somehow Juliette brought nature inside her home with warm brown and green tones. Yellow accents and little discolored patterned knack knacks for that one of a kind feeling. Wooded appliances and the comfiest couch the twins have ever sat on.

''I could sleep for years.'' Lizzie deadpanned.

Juliette laughed at the blunt twin. ''The newest addition in here, actually. Family came to visit and someone had to take the couch, and outright refused to sleep on the pull-out bed of my old lumpy thing. Ever the gracious host and sister I am, voila!'' Juliette waved her hands to the couch.

''Who needs to sleep on a bed with this?'' Lizzie leaned back in the couch and waved her arms out.

Juliette smiled amused. ''Would you like to compare the two?''

Lizzie popped her head up and raised an eyebrow, actually contemplating the offer.

''No, she wouldn't.'' Josie interjected giving wide eyes to her sister. Lizzie taking the hint, sighed and sat up straight, sitting her bag on the ground and giving her witch in front of her their full attention.

''Down to business I see.'' Juliette smirked. ''Well firstly, I'm assuming you're here for help, yes? ''

''Assistance.''

''Aiding with a simple spell.'' The twins said at the same time.

Juliette raises an eyebrow. ''Uh-huh, would you guys like a moment to get your thoughts and plans together then we can continue this conversation.''

''No. That won't be necessary.'' Josie held her hand up. ''I don't want to assume, but if you haven't heard, two of the members of the Original Family died the other day. My sister and I would very much like to bring them back. Klaus Mikaelson is the only cure we have for a werewolf bite and he was a big asset to have in our school, not just as a donor. Mystic Falls, our school location, will never be a complete safe place and having a full proof plan would do wonders for the protection of the students and the assurance of the parents. Before he died Klaus Mikaelson offered a lot of support for us and our school and we would love to return the favor.''

Lizzie sat quietly listening to her sister speak. Everything she said while technically true, it wasn't the real reason for this visit, but Lizzie understood. They couldn't blurt out the real reason for their visit and the connection Klaus had with their mother and family, or even Hope. Especially Hope. While the school knew who she was and the whole of New Orleans, the existence of the youngest Mikaelson was still hush hush to the rest of the world. Something that the girls knew was a reprieve for the Mikaelsons who had thousands of years of enemies.

''So, we have the spell and the tools we need for it. We know the components of the spell, back-up plan to keep any supernaturals out nearby, and the location. What we are her for is if there is any way you maybe want to assist on the spell with us, or more or less look over the blueprints for it and see if we can actually pull this off, and not hurt either the Mikaelsons or ourselves in the process.'' Lizzie interjected, trying to move the conversation along so the witch wouldn't question Josie's reasoning behind the resurrection.

''What about Elijah. What does he have to do with the rest of this sherries?''

''Nothing really.'' Lizzie responded. Josie explained further. ''We just figured they died together; they should come back together. Who knows what Klaus would do without his brother, the more stable he is, the better? Less troubles.''

''My coven goes a long way back darlings. We have always helped the Originals in any capacity. Kol Mikaelson especially has been helpful throughout the ages for my people. We try to repay the service, and for the most part they respect our exclusiveness from other covens and keep our silence.''

''Are you guys so secluded because you do black magic?'' Josie asked curiously.

''Yes and no. Like I said, black magic like anything out of the norm get a bad name. It honestly depends on the witch; some witches can wield it better. Usually the ones who were born from it, with dark covens' magic running through the veins.'' She gave a meaningful look to the twins. ''While black magic withes are known to do atrocious things and I am not leaving myself out in that arch, they do it easily. More easily than the witches that are trying to stop the madness. Not saying it is right, just easier.''

''Then why do most black magic users lose control? Lizzie asked thinking of herself.

''Just because it comes easier doesn't mean, just like with everything else, it doesn't require practice. Just less practice than the average. Once you accept the magic, accept yourself, accept the protentional, it makes life much easier. Then again, actually having lived and know yourself inside and out helps.''

''So, when you become an adult.''

''So-so. Yes. I've encountered very powerful teenagers, who weave black magic easily as well. Remember sherries, the evil is in the act, not the person and not everything is black and white. Reasonings and actions play a hand in everything. Speaking of powerful teenagers.'' Juliette looked up and smiled at the girl walking through the door. She had blonde tight curls that ran wild around on top of her head and the most beautiful vibrant green eyes Josie had ever seen. For someone who has such powerful dark magic in her veins, she was the brightest thing Josie had ever seen.

She wore a black biker jacket with a pink colored shirt underneath, tucked into a tight pair of black jeans and studded black boots. She dressed sort of how Hope does, who mimicked hers from her mother, Haley. Except while Hope sneered away anything too feminine and girly: colors, bows, or makeup. The girl accessorized with it. From her pink shirt, to her matching nail polish, there was a bow tied to her wrist acting like a bracelet. Equal parts girly, and bad-ass. Perfectly.

''I love your outfit.'' Lizzie, ever the fashionista, as Caroline would say, while didn't take too much notice of the girl, fortunately in Josie's case, looked like she was in love with her outfit.

''Thanks. I like your hiking outfit too.'' She looked at Lizzie, deflating Josie's once high mood.

''Elizabeth, Josette, this is Jamie Doe. Jamie these are the last two remaining Gemini Coven witches, as well as Caroline Forbes daughters.''

''Pleased to meet you. I love your Mom, and the Gemini Coven is one of the first dark magic covens.'' Jamie shook both girls hand.

Lizzie preened at the notice of her heritage.

''Well it seems like you aren't too bad yourself, seeing as your being invited to this little pow-wow.''

''Lizzie.'' Josie scolded quietly.

''Well, who could pass up on the oh so lovely company.'' Jamie rolled her eyes and chuckled at the blonde, while looking at the fidgeting brunette beside her.

Josie lifted her head to apologize for her sister's rude remarks, in the girls own coven and turf, no less, put paused when she realized Jamie was already looking at her.

Jamie smiled at Josie, and Josie smiled back.

''Well, it's not like you were here for the start of this-'', Lizzie started in on her, not liking the implication the curly haired witch was insinuating.

''Tell you what Eliz-''

''It's Lizzie.''

''You give me a moment to catch up on your little pow-wow and have a moment with your pretty sister, and you'', Jamie took off her jacket, ''can have my jacket.''

Lizzie's eyes lit up and she made gimmie hands towards the jacket. ''Call me L.'' Lizzie smiled wide.

''Call me JD.'' Jamie chuckled.

Lizzie went to the bathroom on the side and tried on her jacket and looked at herself in the mirror.

''Your Josette?'' JD questioned moving to sit back down.

''Josie.'' She corrected, following the blonde to the couch. ''I'm 12, what about you.''

''13. You go to the Salvatore School; your Mom talks about you guys all the time.''

''How do you know my Mom? ''

''Caroline visits us all the time. She is in France a lot, visiting friends and talking with the supernaturals around here. Expanding alliances, offering and receiving favors, your mother has become quite the big deal over the last decade.''

Josie smiled, proud of her Mom. She loved school and the dream her parents thought of when the idea of the school took shape. She didn't like or dislike Mystic Falls either. It was just the only place she knew. Sure, she visited her Mom, but because of her age, according to her Dad, her visits were always short. A few days or a week at most. Not nearly enough time with her mother or to explore. Josie didn't want to cause chaos like Lizzie with complaining, so she just took it like it is, but if she was being honest of herself, which she rarely is, she would love to explore France with her mother more. With JD.

''I'm glad. Mom deserves some adventure in her life.'' Josie laughed.

''Well you all are about to go on an adventure for sure. If the model is done with her runway show.'' Juliette talked towards the bathroom for Lizzie, waiting for the blonde to come out.

''Do you know why your coven is so sacred to dark covens in the world?'' Juliette asks, filling up tea cups.

''Because we can wield black magic easier and have more power than other covens considering we can take their power for ourselves. No offense of course.'' Josie said not meaning to offend anyone.

''True. Yes.'' Juliette waved her concerns away. ''It's also because you're the only coven to decline naturally and consistently in size. All that powerful magic and every 22 years it goes down by one.''

''Decline?'' Lizzie raised an eyebrow.

''I'm assuming your parents haven't told you about the Merge yet?''

''Merge?'' Josie and Lizzie said at the same time.

XxX

''Okay.'' Lizzie took a sip of water and started pacing back and forth, well more like continuing since she was told she would/could kill her sister on their 22nd birthday.

''So, no one was gonna tell us? Mom? Dad? We would just be caught off guard?!''

''Your mother has been traveling and trying to find a way around it.'' JD interrupted. ''She's gotten leeway a bit and figured out how to interrupt it without you two coming to harm or any other way.''

''The recruitment missions? Is that what those are about?'' Josie asks JD, who nods.

''Yes. Well, she does recruit us to come to school there, she also looks for ways around the Merge too.''

''Okay, were getting off track.'' Lizzie interrupted them clapping her hands, getting surprised looks from the room. ''You're hitting us with a lot of information, that we obviously know nothing about, and our parents hid form us. We didn't come here for that though. We're here for the resurrection. Everything else, we can come back for, or ask our parents, who are in a world of hurt for all of this.''

Josie nodded reluctantly and Juliette looked out in admiration. ''Good. Compartmentalization. Comes in handy with our kind.''

''Your sacrifice. Order and equality must be obtained when bringing back a thousand years' worth of magic. There are a few ways to do this. Two people to bring back, two people to die. Though judging by your look, that's not an option for you. The other requires more time. It requires an equality of some kind. A balance of two out of three abstractions of life: Love, Time, and Death.''

''So, we have to find something that equals the Mikaelsons worth in love, time or death? I don't get it.'' Lizzie admits, which shows that she was serious about this. Lizzie never admitted to not knowing something. She was the families Mrs.-Know-It-All.

''If you're going the death route, you have to pair it with time. Pick someone that died around the same time your resurrecting him. Think of it as a charge up. The resurrection is easier, a person whose magic has settled more, and you aren't immediately overwhelmed with their essence. You resurrect the two people around the same time and then do your spell for the Originals. The charge up will make the transition simpler and the spells will just blend together. Final thing is a bit more personal and difficult.''

The twins looked uneasy. ''Personal to us?'' Lizzie checked.

''What do you know about your mother's history?'' Juliette asked. ''Supernatural that is.''

''She became a vampire when she was 17. Katherine smothered her with a pillow. She stayed in Mystic Falls up until about 2 years ago when she started traveling. Before that we lived for a brief time in Texas when we were toddlers.'' Josie said.

Juliette nodded slowly and JD furrowed her brows. Josie thought they were missing something, but throughout their visit she kept fiddling with the truth ring, and so far, neither Juliette or JD had been lying to them about anything.

''That's it?'' JD asked.

''Well if were missing something, now would be a great time to fill us in, since our necks are the ones on the line. Anything to make this easier!'' Lizzie asked anxious now with the cryptic answers.

''Forbes are known for being vampire hunters. Your grandfather, Caroline's father was a well-known one. One of the best to come from his line. Now most of the line came from Mystic Falls, they knew all about vampires and made it their mission to kill them, some of them however were an entire supernatural entity to begin with, but their need to kill was the same.''

''Mom was a witch?'' Josie asked unsure, not believing that entirely.

''No.'' Lizzie whispered with realization. ''She was a wolf.''

Juliette nodded. ''She became a vampire before she activated the change. My understanding is that everyone was being made aware of the supernaturals at the same time when your mother was turned. Most of the world still don't think werewolves are real. Especially in a town of young inactivated supernatural.''

''So, if Mom became a vampire before she could activate the gene, what good does that information do for us now.'' Lizzie asked confused.

''Sacrifice isn't always a physical entity. True sacrifice is based on the ripping out of something precious and laying it at the feet of those we hold for worth. In the old days' animals, the bigger ones, were considered precious, they fed more people. Which is why those types of animals: bison, deer, lion became sacrifices to their gods. In this day and age people find people precious, irreplaceable, which is true, which is why that is always the way people's minds work when hearing the word sacrifice.'' JD explained

Juliette looked at her pupil with pride, while the twins looked on, understanding, and also surprised and envious. JD only months to a year older than them, and it seemed she knew way more than they ever could about the world and magic history, even though that was a class they took in school! They wanted that type of teaching, especially with the way teachers taught classes at the school. Like giving them crumbs of a whole loaf of bread.

Juliette eyed the twins seriously for a moment, and for the first time since they met, the twins felt the power radiating off of her, not only as a dark magic witch, but as a coven leader, a woman, and someone with decades of knowledge. More than the 40 or so years that she seemed to portray on her outward appearance.

''How sure are you about doing this resurrection.''

Josie and Lizzie never broke eye contact with the witch, but they reached for each other's hands and held tight.

Josie relaxed even further when she felt JD gently lay her hand on top of hers.

''What do we need to do?'' Josie said strongly.

XxX

''Looking over the things for your spell, you two have done a good job, we honestly wouldn't need to help with the resurrection. It's the after part that worries us.''

''The Hollow.'' Josie said exhaustingly. After learning about their mother and her history not to mention theirs, and figuring out the sacrifice. The twins feel like they went down Alice's rabbit hole. Can anything go right in their lives?

''Yes. You put it inside of him and that was one thing. Taking it back out and destroying it or at least transferring it again, we might need to discuss.''

''We put it there, we'll transfer it into-'', Lizzie trailed off looking at Josie.

''Put the Hollow in where?'' JD asked

''We have no idea. If anything, that was the number one thing we came here to seek guidance about.'' Josie said. ''We don't want to harm an innocent, but we want this resurrection to happen, no matter how difficult.''

''Well in that case, as a service to the Originals and the Gemini Coven, we will help, but the real power you need is yourselves. You need more siphoners.''

Lizzie's eyes widened. ''I thought we were the only siphoners.''

''Technically yes. Technically no.''

''They are part siphoners. Half vampires.''

''What! We can still be siphoners and vampires!''

''Yes, you'll have to speak more to them about the particulars but get their help and we are all set. You can siphon our power for your boost, but because the spell you engineered, amazingly might I add, is for you two specifically. We aren't young siphoners. Our power is different and would only work with a different spell.''

''Right, balance.'' Lizzie nodded.

''Yes.'' JD said.

''So where are these siphoners?''

''Their names our Mary Louise and Nora. They're married and live in downtown France. About a couple hours from here, but a hop and a skip through a portal.''

''Here we go.'' Lizzie rolled her eyes, as JD slipped a note into Josie's hand.

''Good luck.''

XxX

The talk about their mother and her wolf side was still reeling in their minds as they stood on the doorstep of the siphoner vampires.

The door opened. ''Hey.'' Josie gave a little wave.

''Elizabeth. Josette.'' The two women looked shocked.

''You know us.'' They asked in unison.

''We're friends of your mother.'' The brunette said.

''Ohhh.'' Lizzie said with a shocked expression. ''So, we need your help for something.'' Lizzie said nonchalantly.

The blonde raised an eyebrow. ''Oh really, and what might that be?''

Lizzie smiled like an angel with the cruelest intentions.

Mary Louise sighed. ''You're your mothers' daughter. Come in.''

''It's been a long day with information overload, so we're gonna cut to the chase. We are bringing back the Originals, Klaus and Elijah, and we need extra siphoning power to do this, ergo, why we are on your doorstep. The Silver Coven told us where to find you. So, will you help us. We promise that as soon as you're done, we won't disclose your location to anyone or tell them where you've been or why you helped, we promise this isn't anything against you. You can go back on your merrily way to whatever you were doing before we came along, and we won't bother you again.'' Lizzie said exasperatingly.

Nora and Mary Lou looked at each other in silent communication. They knew all about this. Unbeknownst to the once Mystic Falls Gang Nora and Mary Lou have been in contact with Caroline for years. What started off as a rocky start in Mystic Falls surprisingly turned into a lifetime friendship going strong. The blonde resurrected the two after they been dead for 4 years. To say they were shocked to see the bubbly blonde, not to mention each other. They couldn't believe that Caroline would bother to resurrect people that caused her town and friends so much harm, but the blonde didn't seem to hold a grudge and had long since forgave them. They did help her afterwards with the birth of the twins.

Caroline let them feed and re-energize with their magic and she caught them up on current events of the world and the supernatural world. It was like a re-do of the time they came to Mystic Falls with their coven, but back then, they were all new and no one could catch them up, but themselves. They just didn't know where to look. Caroline made this transaction easy. They shopped, they watched, they ate, and they talked. A lot.

A friendship was born that day. It snuck up on them without realizing. One day turned to two, then a week and months. Caroline told them about the Salvatore School and Merge. They told her about their past and the coven, both in Mystic Falls and the time before with Lily and Julian. They talked about the Mystic Falls Gang and the others Bo, Valerie, and Julian.

They talked about Rik and the girls, Caroline's place in the world and in her family. They talked past relationships and boyfriends. Nora's little crush on Bonnie in the past. Mary Louise's apprehension about PDA in the 20th century and her jealousy over Bonnie.

Photographs of Caroline and girls could be seen in the household, and Nora and Mary Lou are trying to shield their mantle from the girls so they don't freak out of having their pictures in a stranger's home. Caroline told them everything about Klaus of course. Her first call after it happened was them. They stayed on the phone till she cried, talked, yelled, and completely shattered. They hung up with the order that as soon as she settled down, she had one more day to cry and rage, then she had to start making strides to healthier means of coping and grief management.

The fact that the twins were the ones to come get them for assistance instead of resurrecting the hybrid, and not Caroline themselves. They were expecting that and were prepared to help if she needed it. Caroline deserved happiness. Helping with the school not to mention supernatural world, being a mother to the twins, and having the patience to co-parent with that self-appointed morality policeman Alaric. They would have been happy to help.

The fact that the girls obviously had everything they needed, most likely just needed our help with siphoning, and they would help. They would have a talk with this Silver Coven and make sure they weren't pulling any tricks and then they would do everything in their power to protect them in this spell and make sure it doesn't go haywire or harm them.

''Alright, count us in.''

The bright smiles they gave almost made Mary Lou and Nora worry less.

Almost.