Bonnie walked up the dirt road, still not used to her appearance but as she had learned a long time ago when it came to magic it was better to cloak one's self from the dangers around. Her red hair had been straightened and hung over her shoulders in big beach waves, her green eyes glistening under purple eye shadow and perfectly applied eyeliner.

It was nice to know that some things never changed, and she had been more than happy to raid Caroline and Elena's wardrobes for suitable attire. Still, walking up a dirt road in four inch black suede booties probably wasn't her smartest decision since being resurrected., but hey, they went with the frayed skinny jeans and black and white color block crew sweater she was wearing.

Watching, Bonnie walked up to the group of onlookers and gave a snide little smirk. "Really? When you told me to meet you here I didn't think you were going to force me to watch a 'Cry Innocent' reenactment," the witch complained.

"Well," her contact replied, "I couldn't think of a more perfect place for our little rendezvous than the place where your ancestors were burned at the stake."

"Call your aunts," Piper told her daughter and began to stand when Mel caught her arm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the girl said. "Everything is happening exactly as it's meant to."

Piper gazed at the scene in front of her; her firstborn child laughing and drinking with the mysterious vampire who had just happened to walk into her restaurant. "Why do I get the feeling you know something you aren't telling me?"

"Because you have good instincts," her daughter replied before standing and grabbing her purse. "But believe me when I tell you that when the time comes and you need to know, I will tell you." Kissing her mother on her cheek, Mel glanced back at her brother. "Now I mean this mother; do not meddle with this. I've already seen what will happen if you do," and the twenty year old sauntered off.

Piper glared at her daughter's retreating back. "I do not meddle," she said to herself and walked back into her kitchen.

Klaus watched his daughter practice her pointe work. Like all of her other studies, Klaus employed private tutors who were compelled not to remember anything about his family when they weren't in his home. Although he had placed Marcel and the rest of his enemies in the garden, Klaus would never risk his family.

At ten years old, Regina received lessons in and excelled at ballet; the piano, harp and flute; reading and writing in French, German, Italian, Spanish, and Japanese; as well as sketching with charcoal and learning about world history, math and science. There was nothing Klaus wouldn't do for his little girl and one of his greatest joys was the pure happiness on her face whenever she learned something new about the world around her.

Regina took off her shoes and ran up to her father. "Papa, did you see me," she demanded.

"As usual my dear, you were amazing," he laughed as she sat in his lap.

"Will you take me to see the ballet?"

This surprised Klaus; never before had she asked to leave the grounds of his plantation. Rationally he had known the time would come for her to see the world he spent so much time teaching her about, but apart of him was guilty of thinking he could keep her here with him forever.

"You've seen the ballet, love. Remember," he tickled her and Regina laughed hysterically, "We have all those tapes you play over and over again in your play room."

"No, Papa. I mean a real ballet, where you get to see everything up close like when you have those parties and you can see the bands playing instead of listening to the radio."

"What has you so curious all of a sudden?"

"Well, when aunt Bekah left Mama said I would want to see the world one day too so I've made a list of all the things I want to see."

Clenching his jaw, Klaus reminded himself that he couldn't kill the mother of his daughter—that didn't mean he couldn't bite her later and watch her suffer before he gave her the cure.

"What's on this list," he asked.

Running over to her schoolbooks, Regina returned with a folded up piece of lined paper. "I want to visit everyplace that you have ever lived; France, England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Bulgaria, Romania, Germany, Africa, New York, California, Virginia," the ten year old rambled on and on. "I want to learn every language and visit every museum; I want to go to culinary school in France, Italy and Spain; I want to go to Oxford for college; I want to study at F.I.T and sing for the New York Opera."

"That, my dear, is quite a list," he said and kissed the top of her head.

"It will be just you, me and Mama," Regina said. "Aunt Bekah and Uncle Elijah can visit too."

"Let's work on that ballet first," the hybrid said and melted as his only child bounced up and down in excitement.

"Katherine Pierce, in the flesh and it's starting to get wrinkles," Bonnie said.

Katherine stared daggers at the witch and crossed her arms. "I liked you better when you were dead," the human spoke. "Just be glad I got you out of Tennessee when I did. Rumors were beginning to spread about you. What's the matter, Bonnie; you can't control your witches?"

"What do you know, Katherine? Otherwise I'm going to leave you and your sagging ass here and get back to what I was doing."

"I got separated from my guide," Katherine said. "Rebekah attacked us in San Francisco and when he orbed us out we were attacked by darklighters. He left to try and find a healer and he hasn't come back for me."

Bonnie just stared at her and pursed her lips. "So?"

"I need a way back to Mystic Falls and you were the only one who was able to find me."

"What about the information you said you had for me, or were you just lying?"

"Here," she dug an envelope out of her purse, "and just so you know, my ass is not sagging. I am only 27 years old."

"So if she's your charge, shouldn't you be able to sense her," Caroline asked.

"It's not that simple," Chris told her. "She's not really my charge because she's not a witch or a future whitelighter; she's more like a witness who is in protective custody. I haven't spent enough time with her to have that kind of connection."

"Well, where did you leave her? You can always try a locater spell, right?"

"I left her in Boston but I doubt she'd stay there for long. When we were attacked by the darklighters I distracted them and told her to run, but we could try scrying for her."

"We just need something that belonged to her," Payton said. "Something with a strong pull like a personal totem, or a piece of jewelry."

"What about my blood," Elena offered. "I mean, she is my doppelganger; we're a perfect genetic match."

"We could cast the blood to blood spell," Phyl replied. "We wouldn't even need to go get her, she would be summoned here."

"So let's try this," Chris took Elena's hand and they walked over to the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl and a clean knife, he turned her hands palm up and delicately jabbed the tip of her ring finger, turning it over so the blood would flow into the bowl. "Blood to blood, we summon thee. Blood to Blood, return to thee."

"Wow," Damon yelled and reached back to pull Elena to him as bright white lights formed in the air around them, coalescing into one form.

"Well, God knows I was waiting long enough. What took you so long?"

"Why did we think it was a good idea to get Katherine back," Stefan asked.

"Like you haven't missed me," the older Petrova responded. "It's too bad you didn't just orb, Chris. We could have given Bonnie a lift."

"You saw Bonnie," Elena was curious. Her friend hadn't checked in for days.

"Yeah, rocking some Ginger's complexion with far more style than I ever thought her capable of," Katherine poured herself a glass of wine. "Not bad. If I had to guess, I'd say Damon picked this out," Katherine went on performing her little act as she tried to goad her doppelganger.

"Wow, I heard you were like this but I didn't think I'd get to see it up close and personal," Chris jumped in. "What happened to 'I just want to live the life I would have if I never had the misfortune of being a Petrova doppelganger'? I doubt that life would consist of trying to make the only people in your life hate you."

Katherine stared at Chris as the others –some more so than the rest—tried to stifle their laughter.

"Who do you think you're going to have left after we deal with the Klaus situation," he continued. "You might get to go on living that perfectly human life you've been dreaming of but what good is it if you're all by yourself, Kat? Why don't you start trying to care about someone other than yourself; maybe then you won't be left to complain that no one cares about you," the whitelighter said before moving over to his cousins.