Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

Tenacious

Sophie led Bonnie and Rebekah to the cemetery. She opened the squeaking gates and entered inside of the cemetery, Rebekah and Bonnie following behind her. Rebekah stopped at the front of the entry, Bonnie and Sophie turned around.

"This is sacred ground, which means vampires have to be invited in. But since I'm desperate... come on in" she said unwillingly inviting Rebekah onto the premises. Rebekah took a step into the cemetery. There seemed to be some unknown tension between Rebekah and Sophie that Bonnie caught onto quickly.

"Kind of reminds me of the witch's den." Bonnie said, a smile blooming on her face as she spoke to herself. It reminded her of Mystic Falls, and even though it's only been a couple of hours since she left Mystic Falls, some part of her still misses her home.

"What?" Sophie questioned.

"Oh, there's this abandoned church my ancestors used to go to while they were alive. Now, their spirits use it as some sort of secret hiding space. One time, my friend Damon and I went there and all of a sudden, his daylight ring stopped working," she giggled as she recalled that day-- "seems like all witches have a thing against vampires. I used to go there from time to time, just to speak with them whenever I needed help performing a spell or something. In spite of that, they were kind of... rude."

"Trust me, I get it. They tend to be more tough on us, y'know, the newer generation of witches. They think we act out of emotions, and not out of logic when it comes to our magic. They fail to realize that we're just more... tenacious."

Bonnie smiled in response. She looked forward to whatever moments she'd have with Sophie, witches always looked out for each other.

"Do you guys want to sit down for lunch, while I serve you some scrum pits and tea? I mean, there's totally not a crazed vampire on the loose that's out for my family and I. Let's not forget, maybe you too, Bonnie, if we continue wasting time." Rebekah said sarcastically.

Sophie cleared her throat, trying to avoid the problematic aura floating in the cemetery. "We can talk freely here."

"Then I suggest you start talking. What did your sister want with my brother?"

Sophie threw her head back and rolled her eyes, "Isn't it obvious? We have a vampire problem and we need help. Marcel has an army backing him. The witches have been trying to fight back. Klaus got some werewolf knocked up, only for it to become the witches problem. Protecting the child won't exactly go as planned, considering the circumstances right now."

Bonnie felt bad for Sophie, she just lost her sister. But this attitude they were receiving from her, was completely unnecessary. If anything, they were trying to help her as well.

Bonnie crossed her arms, "Look, we know what happened to your sister, and we are deeply sorry for that. But you being vague, won't bring her back. We're not just helping ourselves here, we're trying to help you too." She said in the calmest way possible.

Rebekah rolled her eyes at Bonnie's attempt to be patient and kind, "Speak for yourself, Bonnie."

Sophie gave Rebekah a fixed glare that had nothing but irritation portrayed on it. "There's something called keeping your thoughts to yourself." Bonnie hissed. Rebekah could care less, but because of the current situation, she sucked it up. "I am sorry for my harsh words. Please, continue." the blonde apologized with little to no enthusiasm on her face, showing her apology wasn't genuine at all.

Rebekah twisted her ring, impatiently waiting for Sophie to speak. The witch finally spoke, "My sister, Jane-Anne, met a girl. A werewolf passing through the quarter from a small town in Virginia. She had a special connection to your brother."