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They were more of her than she was.
Whatever their souls were made out of, theirs and hers were the same...
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Bonnie Sheila Bennett was a great many things. Trustworthy, smart, and kind.
She was the neighborhood witch which automatically made her a problem-solving and solution baring no matter what the circumstances may be kind of girl.
She was loyal…she was so loyal and self-sacrificing that she borderline had somewhat of a martyr complex.
But most recently, Bonnie Shelia Bennett was tired.
She was tired of all of it…and she did mean all of it. The supernatural and the normal. Tired of the people who said they were her friends using her up and tossing her away, tired of the men that came in her life spewing that they loved her and would never hurt her screwing her over, tired of her loved ones having to die because of someone else's life was seemingly more important, tired of not being able to have a normal day for just once in her miserable life that wasn't curtained around Elena or even Caroline's problems…but spirits forbid…
Tired, she was just tired of it.
She was done.
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Bonnie let out a sigh as she fell back in her bed and stared at her ceiling. It was decorated in glow and the dark stars…completely childish, but she couldn't find it in her heart to take them done.
Her father had helped her stick them up there so long ago….
The angry sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand pulled her attention. She let out a sigh already having an idea of who was calling without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
" Bonnie! Why didn't pick up on the first ring, anyways I need you to do a spell-"
It was always the same.
Day after day: I need… I want…me …me… me... I… I… I. Never 'Hey girl, just checking up on you because I miss you' or 'Good Morning, how are you doing wanna go get breakfast?'
Always about using her magic. Always about using her.
Bonnie Bennett was no liar, and yet she found the words slipping from her lips faster than she would have ever thought.
"Sorry, I can't."
The silence on the other line was startling. "…I'm sorry what? What do you mean you can't?!"
"I'm out of town…dealing with family business." Bonnie found herself saying even as she continued laying in her bed.
"…" Elena was silent on the other line and Bonnie held her breath…
Could this possibly work? Bonnie felt the slivers of guilt for lying to her friend and yet she couldn't help but wonder hopefully as she stayed as silent on the phone. "…"
"Bonnie this is important." Elena said irritably and Bonnie's grip on her phone tightened and she resisted the urge of throwing her phone across the room.
Of course it was important. The tiny slivers of guilt that were trying to creep over her, convulsed under the weight of the anger and bitterness that threatened to submerge her. Everything that revolved around Elena Gilbert was important, but here she was telling her self-proclaimed "best friend" that she was out of town for family matters and not once did she ask why or what was going on…not once.
"I'm sorry Elena, but you'll just have to solve your own problems for once." She spat rather harshly before hanging up in her face and then shutting off her phone completely.
Her inner-self warned her to do some magic, so she shot up like a speeding bullet quickly uttering the spells that would be needed to make her lie resemble the truth because her instincts screamed that they wouldn't let her go just like that. They would never let her go. That they would come here to try and talk, con her into doing something else that she didn't want to do.
She paused taking a break and to analyze herself, she stared at her reflection focusing her magic into it and didn't even blink when a slightly older reflection of herself glared back at her. After all even a half-competent witch was wise enough to own their very own magic mirror to consult for internal affairs.
"Do you really think all of this is necessary?" Bonnie found herself asking her inner-self.
"Obviously…" Was her reflections answer.
"You don't really think they'll come here…I mean, it's a bit over kill right? I told her I was out of town. Surely-"
Her reflection stared her down and Bonnie barely resisted flinching. "Stop trying to be so naive outer...we both already know the answer to your question."
"Right..." Bonnie muttered towards herself looking away from her reflection but that didn't stop her from hoping that her friend would leave well enough alone, though Bonnie was not surprised when she didn't...it was Elena after all and what Elena wanted...she always got.
But Bonnie be damned, not this time...
Bonnie found herself uncharacteristically sneering as she watched the vampire she loathed the most Damon Salvatore, her ex-boyfriend Jeremy and Elena-the-world-revolves-around-me Gilbert walk up to her house. Elena was bemoaning about her precious Stefan because her golden boy decided to take the pepsi challenge and be Klaus's bottom bitch for the entire summer.
Now she had heard through the grape vine, cause no one ever really told her the important shit to her face...that Stefan had only agreed to be Klaus's pet rippah to save his wretch of an older brothers life.
She found that she struggled with her feeling about it. On one hand she thought it was very honorable of him. Despite Damon being a piece of shit Stefan still very much loved his older brother. On the other hand she resented him. Because she knew Damon was a piece of shit it made her seethe, how many times would the fates interfere to save that sick bastards life? Why couldn't Damon Salvatore just die already?
She release a sigh as she felt her eye twitch, thinking about Damon in any fashion always put her in a mood and tempted a migraine from her.
Still, instead of Elena respecting Stefan's choice, a choice that he made of his own free will, and laying low because you know its not like Klaus killed her or anything for a thousand something curse and is expecting her to be six feet in the fucking grave, here she was, out in the open on a warpath because Stefan was refusing her every demand for him to come back to her.
When Bonnie put in her two cents about perhaps leaving Stefan be, because again he went to Klaus willingly, and also the fact that the hybrid thinks Elena's dead and hmm, here's a thought maybe she should stop trying to put herself on his damn radar again so soon! She was naturally shut down.
'Bonnie its Stefan were talking about-' classic Elena response...
'Mind your own business witch, you don't understand the whole situation-' classic Damon response...
'How could you say that Bonnie, Stefan wouldn't give up on you-' classic Caroline response...
Jeremy blindly agreed with anything that came out of Elena's mouth, Tyler was too pussy whipped by Caroline to speak on it... not that he cared or had any fucks for Stefan or Damon in the first place. Alaric was team Damon and Matt the only person with common sense was excluded form all supernatural on goings because he was too human to understand anything. Bonnie didn't even understand what the fuck that even meant considering both Salvatores had been human themselves at one point.
Either way, she knew it was all bullshit of course. Neither Salvatore gave two shits about her beyond her magic.
Bonnie practically bared her teeth when Elena used her spare key that Bonnie was sooo no longer going to be leaving under the welcome mat to open the door and dared to invite them in. A vampire. The one vampire that she would never invite much less wanted him to know where she lived and Elena invited him into her home, and without her express permission.
She smirked when he was not allowed.
"Elena, you know Judgey would have to be here and the one to invite me in seeing as it's her house. Why are we here anyway?" Damon said with a frown.
"For Bonnie to-wait are you saying that you can't sense her in the house?" She said raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
"I don't sense the witch-bitch here." Damon said ignoring how Jeremy frowned at the name. "Call her back and let me talk to her, we don't have time for her moody bullshit today."
"Oh I doubt you talking to Bonnie would more than likely make her not want to help, besides-" Jeremy said turning to look back at Elena who was walking out of Bonnie's house with a pack of sodas that she most definitely didn't buy. "She already told you she was out of town due to family matters…will Bonnie be ok with you just taking those without telling her?"
Bonnie's eye twitched at his choice of words. 'Telling me?' Don't you think you should be saying 'Asking me?'
Elena scowled as she cracked open one of the cans of sprite and Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Well we're her family too so shouldn't that mean she's here for me when I need her? You said she hasn't spoke to you since she found out your little secret and that's not right of her." She squinted at him. "You apologized like I told you, didn't you?"
And he nodded his head. "Yeah..."
She seemed pleased with his answer before irritation flashed across her features. "Exactly so she should forgive and forget so you can both move on from this, because seriously Jer, you're the best person for her ya know?...furthermore how can she just skip town and not even tell me? And with everything going on too. Besides if she's out of town it's not like she's going to be drinking these or that she needs too, Care and i have noticed how she's gained some extra weight…it has stopped her from keeping up with the other girls on the team but its something that as her best friend I should help her with, right?"
"Well spoken warrior princess, lighten up baby Gilbert, witch bitch isn't gonna miss a couple of cans of soda, perhaps it will make her think twice about leaving with her witchy mojo without consulting anybody." Damon chuckled taking Bonnie's box of sprite from Elena's hands and cracking open a can himself before offering one to Jeremy. Jeremy sighed but took the offered can, cracking it open as he followed after them.
Bonnie let out a content sigh and cracked a smile so wide that it actually hurt ignoring the comments that were made. Now that she finally had some time to her self what would she do?
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Bonnie Bennett was not weak, not at all but as she watched the ending episode of Grave of the Fireflies she couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes.
Her bed was littered with tissues new and used as well as a shit tone of snacks. She had spent the past several days binge watching her favorite tv shows and movies before coming across an anime station and discovering what she was sure was one of the world's seven wonders.
She had enjoyed some of the anime shows so much that she had even ordered so of the manga books, sneaking outside like her favorite shinoboi's to pick up her packages before disappearing altogether.
"Ok. Grave of the fireflies is now of the same list of heart-wrenching as Angel Beats, Nana, Wolf Children, 5 centimeters per second, and Clannad / Clannad: After Story and I really don't care what anyone else says." Bonnie muttered as she turned off her tv.
"Ok, I need to do something else." She stood to her feet and began stretching her body before deciding to do something she hadn't done since she went on her little vacation. Magic.
She grabbed one of the many anime books that she had read and enjoyed but also didn't mind rereading before heading towards her kitchen.
Little was known about Bonnie's magical skills but if one were to ask she would flash a small humble smile. Bonnie was really good with her magic, but she didn't like to toot her own horn...least except in private.
She flicked her finger doing wordless magic unfazed as a bowl floated down towards her along with a spoon as she seated herself at the breakfast table. A tiny wave and the milk and cereal followed, a nod and the cereal and milk tethered joining each other in the bowl all the while Bonnie's eyes never lifting from the detailed pages of her manga.
She went through what had become her daily motions, yoga, magical weightlifting, watering her plants and herb garden, a little bit of internet trolling before breaking out the big guns.
She snuck out of her house wearing all black. She looked down at her watch and set the timer before taking off.
Bonnie didn't have to do this…she after all had a car but if she used her car certain people would know that she was 'back'…or rather find out that she never left, and she didn't want certain people to know that bit of information, so she ran.
But she didn't mind. Running was good exercise especially with the weights that she had on her ankles. She took breaks between houses as she by passed cul-de-sacs. Mystic Falls might have been a small town but her dads house was more than a couple neighborhoods away from her Grams. It made her feel like she was training to be a ninja like Naruto, she could confess he was her favorite; an absolute walking talking ball of sunshine that she swore if given the chance would protect him with all she had because he deserved it…and Gaara too.
Though she was not keen of the whole breeding child soldier's idea, she loved reading about Naruto's journey in discovering himself and learning his nindō way.
It gave her courage to create her own nindō way, though she knew she wasn't a ninja by far.
She managed to get to her Grams house unnoticed and smirked looking down at her watch when she noticed she had also made a new record of time. She stretched out her muscles before giving herself a pat on the back for getting faster. If she was getting faster, she was getting stronger, and a strong witch was a rightfully feared witch.
She slipped through the downstairs bathroom window just to keep things interesting before making her way to her Grams attic where she kept the majority of the magical items in her possession. That were now Bonnie's possession, since her passing.
Bonnie let out a sigh as the warm feeling of magic washed over her. She hummed as the tension she didn't even realize was in her body easing away as she was wrapped up into the familiar comforting smell of old tomes and ancient artifacts.
Barefooted, Bonnie walked casually around the attic losing her self to the ways of witchcraft; growing special herbs for her brews, mixing potions that she would seal up into her cabinets until she needed them, some of them she would use others she would sell because yes, witches had to make their money too.
Now most witches wanted nothing to do with vampires and went through life thinking that they would be able to refuse any vampire that came across their paths looking to use their magic. Bonnie was not so naive. She could say that while she did not particularly like vampires, she could tolerate them long enough to excavate a hole threw their wallets.
She finally ended her activities by grabbing her ancestors spell book, a copy of the Bennett's personal Book of Shadows placing it in front of her as she sat on the floor and flicked through the pages, looking for an interesting spell to do.
Bonnie smirked when she found an entire section on animal summons or a witch's familiar.
Familiars have always been recognized as a witch's companion, an animal bird or creature that helps the witch with magic. Over the centuries familiars have taken many forms, but no matter what their form their task is to assist the witch, the familiar(s) helps with different types of magic, and helps direct manipulations of natural energies contained in stones, herbs, astrological aspects and in the four elements. There is the magic of spirits and the summoning of the energies of non corporeal beings, there is magic that needs the assistance of beings and magic that doesn't.
The familiar(s), whether astral or physical, can help to enhance the witch's power, they are healers and guardians who can warn the witch of danger, or in the extreme defend the witch. Witches understand their spirituality to a greater degree by connecting with their familiar(s), the familiar(s) brings strength, love, kindness, trust, understanding and beauty into the witch's life and is an utterly loyal companion, and will stay that way until a witch perishes.
Her eyes brightened as she remembered Abby's lithe, yet mischievous dark brown abyssinian named Naoko with her too intelligent dark eyes and of course Grams two short haired black birman's who Bonnie referred to as Miko and Fu.
Miko had watched over Bonnie like a hawk and bathed her in affection when she was young and Fu did too to an extend, but he was always so easily annoyed with her. It was as if he was always silently appraising her, like she was just barely making his expectations. Grams would always laugh and had blamed it on him being a grumpy old man, the look the male would give her could only be described as wicked.
Bonnie remembered that her Grams had said the two felines were like missing soulmates and Bonnie had believed that because after her Grams passed the two disappeared…now she knew it was a little more than that.
Familiars are given psychic protection by their witches, they are sensitive to psychic vibrations and power, and they also visibly react in the presence of any evil or negative energy. Sorcerers around the world have familiars in the form of spirits, they set tasks for the familiars and send them to do their bidding.
Bonnie read over the notes her ancestors made about familiars in other countries and covens they had visited like in New Guinea where it was common for witches to use snakes and crocodiles as familiars. Bonnie was surprised upon finding that in Malaya the familiar is often a badger or owl, and familiars are passed down from generation to generation. The creatures of the jungle are the familiars used by the witches in Africa, the monkey, lizard, jackal, bat, leopard, snake and toad.
"Well at least I don't have to worry about me having a tiger for a familiar, though that would have been pretty epic." Bonnie mused to herself before deciding to skip over the rest of the reading on familiars and the types of contracts between their witches, deciding that she would look at it at a later time, instead, jumping to the fun part of actually calling forth her familiar.
Bonnie blinked looking over the spell, it was rather simple enough though she groaned at the fact that it was an outdoors, time sensitive spell.
The spells required her to be surrounded by the elements which meant she would have to leave her humble abode and it also stated that familiars would only be found at the witch's hour.
"Of course…" Bonnie groaned "…like I didn't want to be under my warm covers at the stroke of midnight."
Bonnie glanced down at her phone it was already 10 and groaned again, where had her day even gone? She looked down at the spell book. Did she really spend that much time lost playing with magic? In short of course she did.
Bonnie placed her families book back where she found it after copying the incantation needed to call on her familiar, before gathering the necessary items needed before making her way from her Grams house.
She took longer than she'd like to make it back to her house but then again she had more items than she left with.
Bonnie glanced at her phone taking note of the time once more and her front door before deciding to hell with it.
She walked out of her front door with her head held high and her car keys and overnight bag in hand, she ignored the flickering of the neighbor's blinds watching her as she pulled out in her car at such a late and scandalous hour in the small town and headed for the one place she knew she wouldn't be disturbed.
The Mystic Falls.