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“When I wished I was a Witch, I meant like a Harry Potter witch, either before or after Voldy or outside of England”

As a little girl I always wanted to be special. I read anything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed with was Witches. From Harry Potter to The Secret Circle, I had read and seen them all. Every single wish I had ever made, from birthday candles to shooting stars, was always the same ‘I want to be a witch!’. But I guess luck wasn’t on my side, and I died.

‘Be careful what you wish for…’

I so didn’t wish to be reborn as the most unappreciated, judgy witch of the century.

I mean doing dark magic, that’s fine.

Dying, well - been there, done that.

Being the anchor, not funny like - at all.

Being stuck in a world prison with a psycho with a weird name,

yeah … I’m changing the timeline. Screw the writers, this is my story now and Bonnie Bennett is going to be the most badass witch since Qetsiyah, Dhalia, Esther, or Silas…whatever…you get it.

“Why not Davina? Sure she was almost sacrificed by her coven and got locked in a church but at least she dated Kol 2.0?”

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Death was never in my head. I didn’t think about it. I had my head full of epic tales of adventure, where magic was real and where I was a witch. Sometimes I was at Hogwarts, other times I was Morgana in Merlin. But never had I wondered about death.
Especially my death.

I was almost thirty when it happened. I had a successful career as an Occult professor in a small town college, I lived near but far enough away from my parents. I wasn’t married, and that was the only bad thing about my life. Not that I needed a man to be happy but I would be happier with arm candy on me.

My death wasn’t something unique, like some of the weird deaths seen on 1000 ways to die. A piano didn’t fall on my head killing me nor did a toilet seat fall from space hitting me with a head-shot. I also didn’t die like a hero, saving a child in danger. No, my death was an accident.

I was driving home late one night, I had stayed at the college preparing my classes and I fell asleep at the wheel and hit a tree. Goodbye life. I didn’t become invisible to the rest of the world, like a ghost stuck on the other side forever alone. No, I was forever stuck in darkness. I don’t know how much time I was there in the darkness. If it was a century or a blink of an eye. I had no idea.

But soon enough the light came, pure and white, all shiny and shit.

I soon heard voices, talking right next to me. I had to focus really hard to hear better than just noise.

“Isn’t she precious Abby?” A male voice said, in a happy tone.

“Oh my god Rudy, she’s perfect.” A female voice replied with thick emotion. “What are we going to call her?”

WAIT, WHAT? NO!

“How about Bonnie?” The male voice continued. “Bonnie Bennett, our daughter.”

OH HELL NO!

“It sounds beautiful.” The female voice declared, before bending down and giving me a kiss on the brow.

HELL FUCKING NO!

“My little witch.” The female voice murmured into her ear/

WITCH!
Well, maybe.

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When I was born, the second time, I was sure I was dreaming. Let me just say that if I am dreaming, then this is a way too fucking long dream. Or nightmare, it depended on your point of view.

My first years as baby Bonnie were not the best. I mostly slept, and when I wasn’t sleeping I was being breastfeed. Yes, it was a traumatic experience that will forever haunt me. When I reached five it was already noticeable that I wasn’t a normal child. I could already write and read, and use difficult words that most college graduates didn’t even know the meaning of.

At six, Grams took me to see a doctor to see if I really was smarter for my age. I apparently was, well only because I looked six when I was actually thirty six.

My relations with my ‘parents’ weren’t that great, but then again canon Bonnie also didn’t have a great relationship with her parents. Abby left when I was four, but I never had a deep meaningful bond with her. I knew from my memories of the show that she would abandon her daughter, me in this case. She lost her magic, and then left her daughter to be raised by her mother and her workaholic ex-husband.

Well, let it be said that if I ever see her again I’m punching her hard. Rudy, well Rudy was alright I suppose. He was always traveling for work, all around the country and didn’t have time to spend on his daughter. But he tried, even if he used presents to buy my love.

Of all of them the one I was with more was Grams. The old witch was the one that mostly cared for me, while my absent father worked and my mother lived her life elsewhere. But, even so we didn’t have the deep relationship canon Bonnie had with Grams. It was mostly my fault. I knew the old crone was meant to die sooner or later, and most of canon Bonnie’s mistakes were caused by the pain she suffered when her grandmother died. I refused to let it happen again.

Not to mention that the old woman was still keeping quiet about the witch stuff. I had thought that maybe canon Bonnie had been told about magic as a child, and then eventually forgot about it thinking it was her childhood imagination.

But no. Actually the moment Abby left, the old witch had come into our house and closed off the attic which was where my mother kept her witchy stuff. Never mind telling me, apparently both Rudy and her wanted me far away from magic.

But I couldn’t help myself. One of canon Bonnie’s problems was that she had no knowledge about being a witch. About what she could or couldn’t do. She was a total noob and it got her killed. That’s why I was so determined to learn. I needed knowledge, and quickly.

Some things from canon had already happened. Abby had already left, and I had even gotten a glance at Mikael. I was already ‘friends’ with Elena and Caroline. Well, just with Caroline. While Caroline was a barbie type of child, always demanding attention she was also very blunt which was amusing. But Elena was the crybaby type of child, always moaning about something and crying. If I thought she was annoying as a teen, I was mistaken. As a child she was worse.

I also knew Matt, Tyler, and Vicki. All of our mother’s were friends from high school, and we were all born in the same year so they enjoyed making us have play dates while they got drunk, reminiscing about their teenage days.

So being already acquainted with the future scooby gang, I knew it was just a matter of time before the Salvatores pranced into town and my peaceful life turned to hell. I had a diary with everything written that I remember about the shows, both the vampire diaries and the originals. I even had a section for the timeline from the books, just in case.

I knew that there were things that needed to happen, and some things that truly needed to be changed. For example, Caroline still needed to be changed, because she would be an amazing vampire and because she evolved into someone strong after it. But this time I would be there for her, I always thought that Bonnie had been a bitch about Caroline’s transformation. Also, Klaroline was happening no matter what. I was making sure of it.

The ritual was also happening. Klaus was always meant to be a hybrid, and I believe that anything can be a part of nature. Nothing was against it. For example, vampires were part of nature because they had a natural enemy - werewolves. While Klaus was mostly invincible, fate had made him a hybrid and as such that was his destiny. I would try to save Jenna, but if I couldn’t save her … oh well.

Saving Alaric was also high on my list, as was trying to fix the Gilbert rings before the alter ego was born. Keeping Stefan on a bunny diet was a must, even if I had to volunteer to take his place for werewolf hunting for a summer with Klaus. Ripper Stefan just annoyed me too much. Stopping Finn and Kol from dying was also in my plans. Keeping Silas in stone for eternity was also on my top five things to do. Not to mention killing that Shane dude, who was the one that mostly screwed Bonnie over. Well, I still had a few years until then.

Right now I have to plan for the future.
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It was a hot summer in Chicago. My father, Rudy, had come here on business and I had pleaded to come with him. I had given him a lie about wanting to spend my summer days in the pool of the hotel. He had relented, mostly because he did not like my Grams and taking me away from her was a win in his book.

He had left early in the morning, most likely forgetting the seven year old child in his hotel room but whatever. He knew I was a smart child, mostly because I acted like an adult all of the time. Letting out a sigh, I paid the taxi driver and got out of the car before he could ask me where my parents were again. I stayed looking at the building in front of me for a bit before letting a grin split onto my face.

I slowly stepped into the bar, taking everything around me. It looked like the 20’s remained in this place, it was eternal.

“What can I help you with darling?” The woman at the counter asked, looking at me amused. “You’re not old enough to drink yet, doll.”

“Hello Gloria.” I said, giving the old crone that looked in her forties a smile.

“Hello sweetheart.” She replied, although her eyes narrowed at me slightly.

“Can you teach me witchcraft?” I inquired, walking towards her.
“My name is Bonnie Bennett.” I declared, making sure to put a strong tone on my last name.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting little thing?” The woman replied, smirking at me before she closed the front door of the bar with her magic and walked towards the back.

“You coming little Bennett?” She asked, as she swirled her hips.

Grinning, I followed her.

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Summer of 1999, Chicago

“Little Bon Bon, your classes are almost finished.” Gloria declared as she lit up the candles of the back room in her bar, one by one. “Until your powers manifest themselves there’s nothing else I can teach you.”

“When do you think they will appear?” I inquired, looking around the small room that had become almost like a second home in the last two months.

“They should have already, I’m almost sure they are bound at the moment.” The older witch said, glancing at me to see my reaction.

“I’m not surprised.” I replied with a sigh, thinking about Grams.
“Let me guess, only one from my bloodline can unbind them?”

“Indeed, I wonder if you’re the only sane Bennett living dear.” She mused, looking at me with delight. “But, when your powers are too strong to be contained they’ll force themselves out of confinement.”

“Most likely, one of them is an old drunk woman and the other lost her powers and abandoned her child.” I replied, amusement in my voice. While they were technically related to me, Sheila and Abby Bennett had not been the best female role-models to have around. Binding a child’s magic was only done in the middle ages because of the potential danger of witch hunts and even then it was looked down upon. To do so, in the twenty-first century, was almost a sin.

Not only that but magic manifested itself when the witches were either mentally ready for it, needed it to protect themselves, or were too powerful to only start learning control later in life. Having this knowledge just proved what I knew about canon Bonnie, she had too much power and little control. Not to mention that she had been apparently bound, which could lead to problems later. Like getting nosebleeds from easy spells, when using traditional magic.

“Hey, be careful how you talk about us old drunk witch ladies.” Gloria warned, though I could feel her amusement from across the room. “Now get over here, it’s time to know if you really learned anything from me.”

I walked towards her and noticed the table full of magical herbs and potions. It was like I was in potion’s class at Hogwarts, though instead of badass Snape I got dragon lady Gloria breathing down my neck.

“Identify the herbs, their effects, and uses.” Gloria demanded, as I took a seat near the table.

“”The first one is Sage, it’s mostly for cleansing and purification of the self and/or palace but it can also be used in many healing potions. By burning it can be used for privacy, stopping beings with super-hearing from listening in; it can also be used to induce psychic visions, and helps in the forging of mental connections and all mental spells.”

“Very well.” The older witch declared. “Next one.”

“Witch Hazel, it’s mostly used in divination but it also has healing properties and it’s one of the plants used in the blood wound healing potion, or as I like to call it, the blood replenishing potion.” I saw her rolling her eyes at my Harry Potter reference but continued. “Together with Diviner’s Sage it can force visions of the past, present, and future as long as we have an anchor to said timeline.”

“Next one.” Gloria said, nodding her head.

“Mugwort, used especially in mixtures. For example, with Sage it acts as a vampire repellent and when mixed with Hibiscus counteracts Vervain. Used for divination and protective spells.” I informed her and continued to the next herb without Gloria telling me to.

“Dried Chamomile, mostly used for tea and it is known for its relaxation properties and is often used as herbal remedy for insomnia and anxiety. It can be used in healing potions such as the pain reducing potion and the fever reducing potion.” I continued, not stopping.

“Lobelia. Its flower makes it impossible to concentrate and this can decrease a witch’s ability to perform magic, as it requires concentration. A mix of lobelia flowers, chamomile, merlock orchids, and valeria can be used to put witches to sleep while binding their powers.”

“Root of Blue Calamus, known for its use as a truth serum. It can be used in the truth potion, and in torture. The werewolves use it as part of their Rite of Divulgement, smoking the root and linking their minds to cleanse themselves from secrets.”

“Wormwood and Ripple Weed. Wormwood is used to produce the hallucinogenic effects of absinthe and is used to induce visions and aid in astral projection and divination, while Ripple Weed is used to enhance the effect of other herbs in spells and potions.”

“Merlock Orchids, its roots are used for spells of mental manipulation. It can be used as a sedative, and it can break down through memory modifications made by spells and compulsion. The petals have narcoleptic and soporific properties, while the root possesses the opposite qualities and is used to awaken those sedated by the petals and to break spells upon the person.”

“Vervain has been found to be toxic when touched or ingested by vampires, and when it is ingested or worn by humans, it will protect them from vampires. Humans most often add vervain to perfume, tea, or coffee as ingesting it is a lot more foolproof than wearing it in jewelry or charms, as an experienced vampire can sense it and take it off. Ingesting vervain has the added benefit of discouraging vampires from feeding on the person, as the vervain infused in their blood can poison a vampire who drinks from them. A vampire who touches vervain will be burned relatively badly, depending on its potency, and if they drink, eat, or are injected with the herb, a vampire will become incredibly weak and feverish to the point of unconsciousness.”

“Wolfsbane, also known as Aconite and Blue Rocket, has similar effects that vervain has on vampires but on werewolves. It’s a commonly used herb by werewolves to drink as a tea on the night of the full moon, as ingesting it prior to their transformations can weaken them enough to reduce the chances of breaking free from their restraints and hurting someone while they’re changed.”

“Jimson weed is a very powerful poison that has been used since the Middle Ages to carry out assassinations. It is one of the most powerful poisons provided by Nature and has a devastating effect on the body but especially on the human psyche, as it produces delusions and strong hallucinations before leading to death. However, there is an antidote, which consists of sertave beans and mizule.”

“And lastly, Solomon’s Seal and Snapdragon. By burning a combination of Solomon’s seal and snapdragon, one is able to detect the use of magic. If the herbs give off a white smoke, then everything is clear; a black smoke indicates that there is a hex in the air; and if the smoke is red, then there is serious and dangerous magic afoot.”

“Girl, you know more about herbs than I did in my forties.” Gloria exclaimed, looking at me with wide eyes. Well I suppose an eight year old girl shouldn’t know that much about herbs, potions, and poisons. But I was mentally thirty seven years old, not to mention that I used to be a Occult college professor. I had to know my shit.

“Now, tell me about stones and minerals with magical properties and talismans.” The older witch declared, although she was happy with my herbal knowledge.

“Stones and minerals are often used by witches as a vessel that they imbue with their magic in conjunction with their already existing magical properties. Many magical stones have magical properties, such as Ember which has protective properties against evil influences, Lapis Lazuli which can protect vampires from the sun, and Paragon Diamonds used as a focus in Kemiya, magic that allows a witch to change the elemental foundation of an object although I just like to call it transfiguration.” I informed her smartly.

“Witches use material items that act as talismans. They are usually in the form of a crystal or stone and made as a personal object to the witch. It can increase their powers and help them to channel magic. The talisman, also, has the power to incorporate external energy and be used if required by the witch. When a talisman is full of magic, it can greatly increase the power of spells and rituals.”

“Did I do good?” I inquired sweetly, already knowing I knew my shit.

“You did fantastic, my little apprentice. If you had your maric already I would be teaching you some voodoo right now brat.” The older woman declared, ruffling my hair.

“Stop that.” I groaned out, forcing my hair to look perfect again.

“This is my gift to you Bon Bon.” Gloria finally said, pointing at the table full of stones, herbs, and other witchy tools.

“What? You’re giving me the table?” I inquired sarcastically, but the old woman was used to it already.

“Choose anything from my collection and we’ll make you your own talisman.” The old woman said, rolling her eyes at my previous comment. “A necklace, a ring, a bracelet … whatever you want I’ll help you make it.”

“But I don’t have my magic yet.” I said, looking confused.

“You have it, you just can’t use it- yet.” My teacher continued. “It is still in you, and talismans are part of a witch’s soul. The more one uses it, the more power will remain in it. So the earlier you start, the more powerful you will be.”

“Ok then.” I replied as I looked at the stones. I quickly glanced through them all, until my eyes settled on a dark small stone. It was black, very shiny, and tiny.

“This one.” I said, picking up. Curiously I didn’t know what kind of stone it was, it looked too normal to have any magical properties.

“My little witch, you don’t do anything small do you?” Gloria inquired with her brow arched, while looking amused. “That’s most likely the most powerful and rare stone in my collection. That’s Nuummite, also known as the Sorcerer’s Stone or the Magician’s Stone>”

“Seriously, the Sorcerer’s Stone?” I asked, unbelieving my luck. “Oh gods, please tell me it grants gold and immortality.”

“You think that if it did I would have even shown you the stoen?” Gloria huffed, giggling a bit. “As if brat.”

“What now?” I inquired, ignoring her annoying laughter.

“Well, Nuummite doesn’t work well with anything else. So don’t add anything else with magical properties to it. Necklace, ring, or bracelet?”

“Ring.” I replied, after a minute of thinking. Most witches had necklaces, and I wanted to be different. Plus I just didn’t feel comfortable with bracelets.
Soon enough Gloria grabbed a piece of metal, and closed both of her hands with the metal and the stone in them. She chanted a few words, and bang. Pretty bling made in a second.

“Here you go Bonnie, your first Talisman.” She said, handing me the ring. I put it on, and the next second the wind picked up and all of the candles died.

“Incendia.” Gloria chanted, and the candles lit themselves once more.

“Gloria what was that?” I inquired, shocked.

“Brat, that was your magic wanting to come out. I think your power is going to come out sooner rather than later.” She said smirking at me, and I smirked back.

“Now little lady…” She continued. “I have taught all the knowledge a witch must have to survive our world. You know about traditional magic, spirit magic, dark magic, ancestral magic, sacrificial magic, representational magic, hoodoo, and voodoo…hell I even taught you about Kemiya and that shit is old.” The witch declared, looking at me with a proud expression on her face.

“You know your potions, which many don’t use anymore. You know your herbs, your stones, and your symbols. There’s just two things you’re missing to be who you want to be.”

“Grimoires and practice.” I replied, knowing what I was missing.

“Indeed, you already know what to do and what not to do. When to do it and when not to do it. You got the ins and outs, you just need to find your own place in the world, kid. See you when I see you Bon Bon.”

“Goodbye Gloria.” I said, before giving my mentor a quick hug. I turned around to leave Gloria’s when I remembered something. Turning around I told her loud and clear.

“Don’t get stabbed to death.”

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2004, Mystic Falls

Five years had passed since I had seen my teacher Gloria, and my magic had yet to appear. This didn’t mean I had stopped learning, not really. I was a learner at heart, if I had been reborn into the Harry Potter world I would have been a Ravenclaw for sure, or a Slytherin.

Learning had been such a present thing in my past life that I had even gotten into it professionally, as I had been a college teacher. Well, an Occult Studies teacher but still a teacher nonetheless.

So even if I didn’t have grimoires to read, new spells to learn and magic to practice that didn’t do anything else. So while my free time did include sleepovers with Caroline and Elena, as they were a package deal, I spent my free time learning new things.

The first thing I did was recreate my fantasy library. I had already bought the first five Harry Potter books, and was excitedly awaiting the next one and the first movie. The first three books of the Secret Circle were also in there. I also had WIcked, the one by Maguire. And lastly, the complete collection of The Chronicles of Narnia.

But witches and magic wasn’t the only thing I was interested in. I also had the entire collection of the Interview with the Vampire books; The Cirque du Freak books and the first four books of The Sookie Stackhouse Novels. Hell, I even had the Anita Blake books which I mostly read for the smut.

If you were to open many of those books you would find writings by the side lines. I took from them ideas for spells and potions, either how to recreate them using my future magic or entire new spells.

The diary I once kept with my future knowledge was now full of new ideas that I planned on trying out once I had my magic. I was really excited about some of them, like my idea of combining water and wind to use ice like the White Witch and Queen Elsa. I knew the idea was very ‘Naruto’ style, but I even had a few ideas on how to recreate jujutsu. Yes, that’s how far my imagination ran. Most of them wouldn’t work, I knew that. But I just wanted to try them out at least once.

Also, let’s just say that my father and Grams were a bit freaked out about my love for the su[ernatural. I’m pretty sure that when they saw me reading Harry Potter and Wicked they had heart attacks. But they never said anything, not even a word. Hell, not even when they found me watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Charmed, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

But that wasn’t the only thing I had been doing the past couple years. I had also started my own little magical garden in the woods near my house, hidden from the world of course. It was a small little thing, but I was planning on having a vast collection of herbs for future usage. I had specially grown Vervain and Wolfsbane, with the future in mind.
I had also started taking Aikido classes near Whitmore College. While Sheila hadn’t been sure about it when I told her I wanted to start learning how to defend myself, Rudy had been all for it. I suppose every man wants their little girl to be able to defend herself. I wasn’t a master by far but I was able to throw a grown man into the floor, and that was a great accomplishment for a thirteen year old. Well, a forty three year old woman but who’s counting nowadays.

I had also begged and cried for a computer, and my father loved to buy my love with gifts so I quickly had one. With that I started taking a few language courses online. I already know Spanish, Latin, and French from my old life so I took a Czech course remembering that travelers spoke their spells in that language and a Portuguese one, since it was similar to Spanish and Latin. I could hold a conversation in both languages so I think it was an objective accomplished.

And now I was putting in practice the most recent thing I had learned from the internet, how to pick a lock. Rudy was gods knows where, and Sheila had a class at Whitmore which meant I was all alone at home. I had planned on doing this for quite a while, but I think it was finally the time to visit the attic. The attic was where Abby kept most of her witchy things, and the place Sheila had locked up when my mother had left.

It took me twenty minutes, but I finally got it. Ahh, and they say the internet pollutes the mind of the young, as if. I quickly went inside and closed the door, somewhat afraid of being seen even with nobody else at home.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked up only to find a room that resembled the attic from the Charmed TV show. Seriously it even had a thing to put up with my grimoire, or well, my book of shadows. If by the book of shadows you meant a pink diary with a disney princess on the cover and cute little lock shaped like a heart. Hey, no judging. I got that when I was a kid.

Looking around I saw lots of magical herbs and stones, and other witchy objects. Like old gigantic candles, old tomes which were most likely grimoires and shiny athames. Hell, I could even see an old looking cauldron.

I was about to go explore the place when I felt the wind swoosh, a clicking sound was made and on the place I had been just thinking about putting my pink disney princess diary on an old tome opened on its own.

“Holy shit!” I squealed, jumping back a little. I didn’t even notice that there was a book there.this was a book there. This was almost like the first Charmed episode.

I carefully walked towards it, by heart still beating fast in my rib cage. Slowly looking at the dark leather bound book I almost let out a sigh of relief on not finding a triquetra with a circle in its cover. Good to know I hadn’t just dimension jumped into the Charmed universe. Vampires, werewolves, and hybrids was all I could take. No demons and whitelighters for me, thanks.

I reached towards it, and when my hand touched the cover the talisman on my ring finger trembled in delight and all of the candles in the room lit themselves up. I let out a laugh in happiness.

‘Hello magic.’

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2007, Mystic Falls

It had been fifteen years now since I had been reborn into another world, a world I had known to be fiction. Never mind the fact that I had been reborn as a major character in said world. Three years ago, my magic had finally popped out. I had been so freaking excited at the time. But I soon realized that it would take time and long hours of practice before I could pull some of canon Bonnie’s bad ass moves.

It started slow. A few levitation spells here, a few fire spells there. Nothing major, especially because I didn’t have much time. I either was at school, with Caroline or Elena at the Grill, or at my Gram’s house. It didn’t leave me much time, but I spent every other minute either taking care of my little garden in the woods or hidden in the attic reading about new spells.

Magic was like a muscle. The more you trained the more you could do. At the moment I wasn’t thinking about dabbling in the more hidden arts, like black magic or voodoo. I knew how to do them, but as magic was like a muscle, if I pulled something I wasn’t ready to do I could seriously damage myself and my magic.

As much I still hadn’t tried many of my ideas, like the ice making one. I had to be able to use the other elements first before I could even try to mix two together. Fire was easy, I could light up candles without even thinking. Air was also simple, especially lifting stuff up, although using it like a weapon to cut was a little too complicated for me at the moment. I copied the idea from Naruto, and I had managed to cut through a few leaves already. Earth and Water were still a bust though, I hadn’t managed anything with them yet.

I had however made a few new potions, inspiring myself mostly on Harry Potter. I had successfully brewed an anti-acne potion, taking the idea from a magical formula that Ron Weasley used during his teen days. Let's just say my teen years were much easier thanks to it, and that Caroline was an avid fan of it (even if she didn’t know what it was). I had also made a few new poisons and their antidotes. I didn’t know for what, but they could prove useful in the future.

But now I was planning on doing something that would, without a doubt, change the timeline. I had been thinking about it for a while, it could change everything, but I was willing to risk it. Caroline was my best friend; I wanted to tell her about my magic. I always found it stupid that canon Bonnie had told Elena about her magic and not Caroline.

Caroline was still like canon, blonde and perky with an infinite love for fashion and shopping. Heck, she was even trying to force me into cheerleading even after I told her the only exercise I needed was throwing men at the ground during my Aikido classes. But I knew her better than I knew Elena.

Elena was just so … meek. Yes, that’s the word I would use to describe her. She was ok most of the time but even now she didn’t know about her importance in the supernatural world, she acted as if the world revolved around her. She was very docile too, almost without any strength of character. I didn’t really know how to qualify my relationship with her.

But Caroline was fun, always happy and a huge drama queen most of the time. Plus, I knew about who she would become in the future. She would be one of the most fantastic vampires ever. She actually would grow to love herself, her vampire self. She would grow into a fantastic person, not that she wasn’t one already. So yes, I wanted her to know about me. About the supernatural. So that if the timeline went as in canon, she wouldn’t be completely clueless.

“Bonnie what’s this about?” The blond whined as I pulled her into my room and locked the door.

“Caroline, you're my best friend.” I informed her in a serious tone. “I want to share a part of me with you.”

“Bonnie, don't tell me you want to have your first lesbian experience with me.” She blurted out, and I had to let out a laugh. Oh, Caroline and her bluntness. Always amusing.

“No.” I giggled. “It’s something way more magical than that.”

“Then show me.” Caroline pouted, thinking I was laughing at her.

Taking a clue from canon, I grabbed my pillow and ripped it open letting the feathers all around my bed. Caroline was looking at me with wide eyes but before she could even say anything I silently made the feathers float all around us.

“Oh my God!” The blonde girl exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands as she looked around at the feathers shocked. “Bonnie, how are you doing this?”

“Caroline.” I said, smiling at her. “I’m a witch. A spell casting, potion making witch.”

She stayed silent looking at me like I had grown another head before blurting out. “No broom flying?”

“Not yet, I might still create a flying broom just for the kicks.” I replied, cataloging that idea for the future.

“Seriously?” Caroline said, still unbelieving. “You have a wand? Or a cauldron? Maybe a Book of Shadows from like that TV show with witches you made me watch?”

“Wand no, cauldron yes.” I informed. “Book of Shadows yes, though witches call them grimoires.”

“Love potions, are those a thing?” She questioned again, getting excited about this world she had no idea existed.
“I think so, but it’s not something I have dabbled into.” I replied truthfully.

“You know what this means don’t you?” Caroline asked, for the first time with a very serious tone.

“No?” I questioned, perplexed.

“I’m getting you a witch costume for Halloween.” The excited blonde said, giving a jump on my bed. “We’ll get you a hat, and a broom. Oh, Bon you have to get a black cat! Every witch needs a familiar!”

I giggled as she continued naming the things that I, as a witch, needed to have. Hell, I’m pretty sure she’s planning on buying me a whole new closet with clothes fit for a witch.

Oh gods, what did I get myself into?

Chapter Text

May 23, 2009 Mystic Falls

I’ve always known this day was coming. The moment Caroline mentioned a bonfire I’m pretty sure I had a major panic attack. Sure I had been preparing myself for this since the moment I was reborn, but still. This was the beginning. The dayElena first met Damon, the day Grayson and Miranda Gilbert died, the day Stefan saved Elena’s life.

This was also one of those things I couldn’t change. If I save Elena’s parents, gods knows what could happen. You know, like the butterfly effect. Maybe they survived but the town council decided that vampire hunts were a last century fashion and witch hunts are the next big thing. Or maybe Klaus figures out about Elena before Elijah and before anyone can even blink we’re all dead.

Yeah, call me a cold hearted bitch because I’m deciding who lives and who dies all you want. But sacrifices have to be made, and I’ve been dead before. It’s not a big deal. Plus, Grayson Gilbert tortured vampires in his free time, I’m pretty sure karma’s involved.

“Bon, are you listening to me?” Caroline inquired, waving her hand in front of my face.

“Of course not.” I cheekily replied, giving her a smirk. “Why would I’ve been listening?”

“Bonnie!” Caroline huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Take your head out of Hogwarts and listen to me. This is important!”

I put my books in my locker, before turning around to give her an annoyed look. It had been two years since I had told her about my magic and she was still throwing Harry Potter references at me everyday.

“Caroline, it doesn’t matter if you curl your hair or straighten it tonight.” I replied, rolling my eyes, I had been listening, but she didn’t need to know that. “You’ll still look hot.”

“Wow, so useful Bonnie really.” She sarcastically groaned out, letting out a sigh. “I need some action in my life, I mean Elena has a boyfriend!”

“And I’ve told you that soon this town will have more action than Hollywood, for Merlin’s sake.” I replied, giving into the Harry Potter references. Sure I could curse by Qetsiyah or by Esther, but I’m pretty sure they could be spying on me from the other side.

“But you didn’t tell me anything.” She scream-whispered. “If I had visions of the future I would tell you everything! Why do you have to be all mysterious?”

I had told her my divination power was my strongest ability, and it could be considered the truth. No other witch in the world could know as much about the future and the past as I did. If my knowledge had come from visions I could truly be the most powerful fucking seer in the universe. I’m just saying.

“Caroline, the timeline is something that shouldn’t be altered. I could tell you something and then you could screw everything up for the worse.” I slowly explained, like I was talking to a five year old Caroline.

“Just tell me one thing, just one tiny little thing.” She begged giving me her puppy eyes. “Pleeeeeease.”

“Fine.” I curtly replied, hoping she would stop with those damn annoying puppy eyes.

“Will I have hot crazy sex with any major hotties?” The blonde inquired, looking at me as if I held the answer to the universe’s biggest question.

“Well…” I started, giving her a grin. Only Care would want future knowledge of her sex life, why not the lottery or something? “You will have crazy hot sex in the woods with a major hottie with dimples and an English accent.”

“Yes!” She cheered, and I hoped she wouldn’t change her mind when it did happen. Because Klaroline was happening, no matter what.
—

“Have you seen Elena?” Caroline asked, taking a sip from her beer. I took a large gulp from mine, and pointed towards Elena and Matt who were with the football team near the bonfire.

“Ugh, look at them.” Caroline said, as she took a step next to me. “All perfect and pretty. Who do you think they are, Spuffy?”

“Do you see Matt as a vampire and Elena as a perky blonde vampire slayer?” I inquired, lifting my eyebrows at her. “Cus if so, I deeply regret introducing you to the fantasy genre and all the fandoms.”

“I’m just saying.” The blonde teen replied, taking another large sip from her drink. “Why can’t I have a blonde hot guy say romantic things to me? Spuffy was the ultimate power couple, seriously!”

“Do you see Matt saying romantic things to Elena?” I inquired, while I mentally smirked. Spike and Buffy had a relationship that was quite similar to Caroline and Klaus’s, and I was making sure that it was going to get a happy ending. “Elena is dull, so is Matt. They’re the ultimate dull couple. Together they are even duller.”

“Mean.” Caroline giggled, and I knew she agreed with me. While her relationship with Elena ran a bit deeper than my own with the doppelganger, we both knew the truth. Elena was just so… ugh.

“You love it, now let’s get you home.” I said, grabbing her by the arm. I was planning on going to bed early, pretending not to know that the Gilbert’s were about to die.

“You’re staying over right?” Caroline mumbled, and I knew she was already tipsy.

“Sure why not.” I agreed, it’s not like I have anyone waiting for me at home.
—

“Girls, I need to speak with you.” Sheriff Forbes said, as she entered the kitchen. Caroline and I had been making breakfast, well, lunch as it was two p.m. but whatever.

“What’s going on mom?” Caroline asked, while sending a glance my way. She knew I already knew whatever it was, I had been twitchy all morning.

“There was an accident last night.” Liz started slowly, taking a seat at the table. “The Gilberts were in a car crash last night.”

“Omg, are they alright?” Caroline inquired, shocked. “Is Elena okay?”

“Elena is fine.” Liz stated, giving her daughter a small smile. Meanwhile I was thinking that my plate looked really good, the food was more interesting that this discussion for sure. “Miranda and Grayson, however…”

“No…” Caroline gasped out, while she sent a wide eyed look at me. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be pissed at me, let’s hope I don’t have to explain myself. I really don’t feel like making her carry the burden of knowing the future.

“They passed away last night, their car fell off Wickery Bridge.” Liz finished, with a dark expression on her face.

“Girls are you going to be alright?” The older woman inquired, after a few minutes of silence. “Ineed to check out the car crash. Elena is at the hospital, she’s still asleep. You’ll be able to see her tonight, ok?”

We both nodded, not saying anything. The Sheriff let out a sigh before nodding and leaving. As soon as the front door closed, Caroline pounced on me like a tigress that hadn’t eaten in days.

“You better start explaining Bonnie.”

Chapter Text

You know those times where you just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide from the world? Yeah, that’s me right now. Caroline was looking at me demanding an explanation, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to reply.

Should I go with the ‘I was reborn into this universe, and seeing this universe was a teen drama show I used to watch I know the future and some things can’t be changed because- butterfly effect and all my knowledge would be useless’, the ‘Elena’s dad was torturing vamps, so Karma’s a bitch’ or just the ‘butterfly effect- saving someone meant to die might result in other people’s death’?

“Look Caroline…” I started softly. “I know only one timeline, this timeline was the one chosen by gods, the fates, or whatever.” Or the writers, I silently added in my head. “I can change small things, and even those might have a larger impact in the future but death, especially deaths caused by an accident… I can’t mess with that.”

“Why not?” The blonde inquired, still not understanding my point fully.

“Nature must be balanced, and death is a part of nature.” I stated, witch mode on. “To change a course of nature a price must be paid, a price of equal value. If I save a life I must give a life, and it will most likely not be chosen by me. I could be you, your mom, or my Grams…”

It was really a concern I had, even when I planned on saving Alaric, Kol, and maybe Finn. But their deaths were caused not by nature, but by people. Maybe I could change it, or maybe not. I still had a lot of research to do.

“I get it.” Caroline said with a sigh. “I’m sorry I questioned your motives. I knew you wouldn’t let them die for no reason, and I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. You trusted me with your most precious secret, something you haven’t even talked with your Grams about… I won’t doubt you ever again, I swear it, and if I sound like I’m distrusting you, remind me of this conversion.”

“Don’t worry I will, and I understand why you acted like that…” I replied, giving her a quick hug. Of course I understood her, I was pragmatic to a fault. It was something that had come from my past life with me. If I had to let the Gilbert’s die so that the timeline wouldn’t change dramatically then I would and that’s that.

You can call me cold blooded all you want, but the truth is they’re better off dead- better dead in a car accident than in this town in a few years when Silas could be running around like he owns the town. Although the Gilbert’s probably wouldn’t have lasted that long.

Caroline returned the hug, before stating. “Let’s go see Elena at the hospital.”
—

The Summer of 2009 went by quickly. Caroline was mostly with Elena and Jeremy, who were staying at her house while Jenna prepared herself to be their guardian. Meanwhile, I spent my summer in my garden growing my precious vervain or practicing my spells and potions.

My elemental control had improved a lot in two years, I now had perfect control over fire and air and I had almost mastered earth and water as well. When my elemental training was complete, in a year or so, I was planning on finally starting on experimenting on the ideas I had taken form anime, books, and movies.

I had finally discovered the house where the spirits of the dead witches stayed, because having the power of a hundred dead witches sounded kind of cool. I hadn’t contacted them yet, but I was planning on it.

Sheila had finally started mentioning my magic, and the fact that we are witches. Although mostly she did it while either drunk or by using weird ass phrases like ‘you have power inside you child,’ ‘you’re far stronger than you believe’ or ‘you’re special Bonnie, soon you will understand’.

Seriously? Wouldn’t it have been better to just say ‘Hey kid, you're a witch! I totally bound your powers when you were a brat but they’re going to come back soon so get ready Sabrina!’ Yeah, no wonder canon Bonnie thought her Grams was a drunk nut job.

So yeah, I mostly ignored her and told her to stop drinking in her free time.

I had also sensed a vampire watching me, no us, when I was at the grill with Caroline and Elena. I assumed it was Stefan, since I’m pretty sure he thinks Elena is actually Katherine pretending to be human at this point in time. I’m not sure if Damon’s around yet, but either way I’m armed with vervain to the teeth, so no worries.

Bring it on vamps.
—
September 7, 2009

This is it, the moment I had been dreading since the moment I heard that my name was Bonnie Bennett- the pilot. The first episode of the first season of The Vampire Diaries was finally here. Although now you could call it the beginning of the end of the life of Bonnie Bennett 2.0.

“Bonnie, did you have your coffee this morning?” Caroline inquired from the passenger’s seat, as she took a glance at me. “You look sleepy.”

“I’m good Care.” I replied, pretty much lying through my teeth. Good would not be defining me for a while.

“Tell Mama Care about all your problems.” The blonde demanded, pretty much ignoring my earlier reply.

“Today is the day that this town becomes the hellmouth, you can be the perky blonde vampire slayer and I’ll be your friendly town witch.” I sarcastically replied, although this reply was full of the truth.

“So vampires now?” Caroline seriously inquired, looking at me. I suppose giving her my grimoires for her to read when she was bored might not have been the best idea. Then again now she knows what goes bump in the night.

“Yes, you’ll meet your first vampire in history class.” I responded.

“Vampire in history class, isn’t that like cheating?” The blonde grumbled, then again, our douche of a history teacher had a thing against Caroline. I’m pretty sure it was because he had a crush on Sheriff Forbes, but she totally ignored him when they were teens.

“Totally.” I replied, grinning at her annoyed face before parking the car in front of Elena’s house. “Why does Elena even need a ride, she already has her license.”

“Maybe because her parents recently passed away in a car accident Bonnie, and she’s not comfortable driving.” Caroline sarcastically replied as she texted the doppelganger to come out of the house.

“Yeah whatever.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Sorry, not sorry. I just couldn’t force myself to be sympathetic towards Elena. It just didn’t happen.

The back door finally opened, and Elena took a seat in the back.

“Good morning.” Elena greeted, although I could sense her small smile was somewhat forced. “Ready for our first day?”

“Yes.” I replied dryly. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Ignore her Lena.” Caroline said, giving a wink at the doppelganger. “Bon Bon is on a bad mood today.”

I loudly snorted, before rolling my eyes.

Bad mood didn’t even cover it.

Chapter Text

We walked into school and Caroline soon left us, she had some cheerleading captain things to do. I was left with Elena and I mentally let out a sigh. I needed to, at the very least, get along with her. Her life would be the beacon that brought every major supernatural character into town.

But I suppose that the fact we weren’t exactly besties could be good as well. Since I wasn’t that close to her, nobody would find it weird if I didn’t put my life on the line to save hers.

I walked with her towards her locker and attempted to make some easy conversation.

“Mattie’s looking at you.” I informed her, as I noticed the blond jock looking at Elena with sad puppy eyes.

The doppelganger turned around and waved at her ex-boyfriend, only to be ignored. Seriously, Damon had my thanks for compelling Elena out of that relationship. Now I didn’t have to roll my eyes every time someone mentioned how good they looked.

“He hates me.” She states.

“That’s not hate.” I replied, snorting. “That’s the stare that puppies do when their owners abandon them at the dog kennel.”

I saw Elena giving me a hard stare but ignored her, because even if she didn’t like what I said she knew I was damn right.

We continued to walk through the corridors until we passed by the school office. I noticed that a certain Salvatore was inside and decided to take a line out of canon Bonnie’s book.

“Hold up.” I told Elena. “Who’s this?”

“All I see is back.” Elena replied, and I had major deja vu. Up until this point we never had the same conversations as in the pilot episode, I mean, even on the ride here. Well, mostly because I used my magic to kill the crow before it hit my car and because I didn’t mention Grams crazy talks. But still.

“It’s a hot back.” I replied, remembering Bonnie's line. Although I did check Stefan’s ass. He wasn’t exactly my type but he still was good on the eyes.

“He’s got the Angel vibe going out from him.” I stated, because he really did. Never mind the fact that he was a broody vegetarian vampire.

“Angel?” Elena inquired, not understanding the reference.

“He’s a broody vampire with a soul from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you should check it out, it's a cool show.” I informed, and from the corner of my eye I could see Stefan tense at the V word.

“I might.” Elena replied, before looking at the end of the hall towards her brother. “I’ll be right back.” She said, before quickly leaving.

I continued onto the same spot, I wanted to have a view at the official Stelena first meeting. I just waited a few minutes before Elena got out of the boy’s bathroom and went against Stefan. It was all very cliche but overall, it was entertaining enough.

I walked towards History class, and found Caroline on my way there. It was another difference from canon. During the pilot I’m pretty sure Caroline didn’t have history at the same time as Elena and I. But I had convinced her that annoying Tanner together would be fun, so in the end she chose it.

Barely one minute inside the classroom and Tanner was already droning about the civil war. Caroline and I noticed Stelena exchanging looks and rolled our eyes together. Caroline because they had barely met and were already trading true love stares from across the room. I'm pretty sure I threw a little bit in my mouth from the love fest.
—

The rest of the school day went by pretty quickly. I ended up having lunch at the grill with Caroline, Elena told us she had something she wanted to do. I knew she was going to visit her parents' graves, while being stalked by another one of Damon’s crows. I wondered how that worked actually. In the books, Damon could turn himself into a crow, but it never was explained in the show. Plus he only used his crows for the first episode in season one.

I grabbed my greasy burger and took a large bit, as Caroline twirled a curly fry in her hand. The Grill, as always, was packed during lunch time. Seriously, someone should open other good restaurants in this town.

“His name is Stefan Salvatore. He lives with his uncle up at the old Salvatore Boarding House. He hasn’t lived here since he was a kid. Military family, so they moved around a lot. He’s a Gemini, and his favorite color is blue.” Caroline said, before stuffing the fry in her mouth.

“His name is right.” I confirmed. “And he does live with Zach Salvatore, but Zach isn’t really his uncle.”

“Really?” Caroline inquired, mystified. Seriously, you shouldn’t put Caroline and gossip in the same phrase ever. It only resulted in trouble.

“It’s the other way around, don’t forget the dude’s a vampire.” I informed her. “He hasn’t been here in a few years, but even then he was already a vampire not a kid. Military my ass. And I’m pretty sure his birthday is in November, so I don’t think he’s a Gemini.” Although Gemini would suit him, Stefanlus the evil twin [1] was a pretty mean ripper, I mentally added.

“Am I gonna get lucky with this guy or has Elena already sunk her claws into him?” Caroline asked, almost sighing. She still felt inferior to Elena, I didn’t see it, but Caroline did. No matter how many times I told her she was awesome, she still felt insecure. This was why I still wanted her to be turned, she deserved better than to always feel like second best. As a vampire she got the confidence I always knew she had in her.

Now, about Stereoline. I knew they would be great friends, and that he would help her with the vampire business. But other than that… I just couldn’t imagine it. Maybe because I was biased towards Klaroline.

“Stelena is happening, whether we like it or not.” I informed, groaning a little.

“Ugh, how come there’s no vampire hotties for me then?” Caroline huffed, before eating another fry.

“Well…” I started but I wasn’t sure if I should tell her. Damon and Caroline had a dark beginning after all and I didn’t want her to be used as a blood bag against her will. But I also knew that the moment she saw Damon she would want to jump him. I decided to go along with the flow. “Stefan has a brother. A tall, dark, dangerous kind of brother. Who’s very hot by the way but-”

“Yaas.” She happily cheered, I guess she was on a dry spell and really needed to get it on.

“His name is Damon, he’s a vampire too but he’s much more dangerous than Stefan.” I continue, ignoring her happy claps. “If you want to get it on, drink at least two vervain teas everyday, and you might as well mention that you know what he is.”

“If he’s so dangerous won’t he be pissed that I know his secret?” The blonde inquired, and I nodded at her smart question.

“Yes, that’s why you’re going to drop the Bennett-witch-is-my-friend bomb the moment you meet him.” I declared giving her a strong look. I had no issue with her getting it on with a vampire, as long as she knew what she was doing. Damon at the moment wasn’t very stable, mostly because of Katherine. But he also needed a Bennett witch on his side to open the tomb, and killing my friend would piss me off. So if Caroline wanted to jump his bones she had to tell him I would fry his brains if he hurt my best friend.

“Humm…” Caroline hummed. “While he sounds hot, I don’t know if I want to get in bed with a blood sucker. I’m not that kinky.”

“Do what you want to do, but be safe.” I told her. I wasn’t her mother, I was her friend. I couldn’t force her decisions, especially because in canon she did sleep with Damon.
“Always.” She replied, giving me a smile. “I’m going home for now. Don’t forget we’re meeting up tonight here after dinner.”

“See you tonight.” I said, waving her goodbye.

After being left alone, I let out a sigh. Living in Mystic Falls really was like living at Hellmouth.

Chapter Text

After dinner with Sheila, which was kind of awkward with all her not so secret hints about witchcraft, I drove up to the grill. It was a bit early but I didn’t want to miss the awkward first meeting between Mattie and Stefan. Seriously I needed some entertainment, and well I was living on a tv show I had to make the most of it.

Mattie saw me and walked up to greet me. “Hey Bon.” He said, giving me a quick hug which I returned.

“Yo Mattie. What’s up?” I replied, grinning at him while I took a seat on a nearby table.

“Well… you know, Elena…” He awkwardly replied, and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Matt was a good guy, the only guy to remain human. Hell, I’m pretty sure that he’ll eventually become the only human in this freakish town. He just had really bad taste in girlfriends.

Well, he did date Caroline but he dumped because of her vampire status. And he kind of dated Rebekah, but again didn’t want something serious with a vampire. Basically, he was the traditional human that even though he accepted the supernatural he couldn’t seriously deal with it.

“Seriously, you need to get laid or something. Feeling miserable about your ex isn’t going to work forever you know.” I replied, looking at his blue eyes.

“How is she doing?” He inquired, ignoring my advice and I let out a sigh.

“Her parents died, she’s having a blast.” I sarcastically replied, before quickly making a sign to Vicky that I wanted my usual, a hot chocolate with some marshmallows.

“Has she said anything about me?” He pleaded, giving me the damn puppy eyes.

“How the hell should I know?” We’ve never been that close Mattie, you should ask Care I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the gossip.” I replied, because it was the truth. Maybe canon Bonnie knew but I sure as hell didn’t.

“Should I call her? Or text her or something?” He inquired once more, and I decided that I should start working as a psychiatrist in my free time.

“It might be weird to call her, maybe text her. She probably needs more time.” I honestly replied, because calling your ex would be kind of weird.

“More time uh?” He asked, as he stared towards the front door. I turned around and saw Stelena exchanging cute little smiles. Damn woman you work fast, then again Elena is related to Katherine.

Mattie walked towards them and I watched from my seat, I’m still waiting for my hot chocolate. I still wanted to spy on them so I quickly murmured a hearing enhancing spell. It’s good to be a witch.

“Hi, I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.” I heard Mattie greet them.

“Hi.” Stefan replied, feeling the tension in the air. “Stefan.”

“Hey.” Elena greeted, giving her ex an awkward smile. I had to control myself from snorting.

“Hey.” Mattie greeted back, before turning around and walking towards Tyler who’s playing snooker.

“You look amused.” Caroline said, taking a seat next to me as I cancelled the spell.

“Just watching Elena’s ex and future boy toy meet for the first time.” I replied, smirking. “It was like a freaking train wreck.”

“Mean.” She said, as Vicky finally arrived with my hot chocolate but I could see the amusement in her eyes.

“What’s up with Elena and the new hot guy?” Vicky inquired, as she set my cup on the table.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” I replied, taking a sip from my drink, while Caroline rolled her eyes and said. “She already has her claws in.”

“Damn.” Vicky replied, glaring at the doppelganger, before leaving to serve another table. “She’s already into the new guy in town, poor Mattie.”

“I don’t disagree.” I murmured to myself, when I saw Stelena approaching our table. I hope I can control my mouth or I’m going to be spilling out ship names for the rest of my life.

“Hey guys.” Elena greeted, waving her hand. “I hope you don’t mind, this is Stefan. He’s new in town so…I kind of invited him.”

“Hi, don’t worry Elena have a seat guys.” Caroline replied, waving towards the empty chairs in our table.

“Yo.” I greeted simply, before taking a long sip of my hot choco.

“That’s Bonnie, she doesn’t normally act like that…she’s just shy to new people. I’m Caroline Forbes.” Caroline said, kicking me under the table. Who cares if I’m rude to him, I’m a witch it’s almost expected of me to be rude towards vamps. Even if I don’t hate vamps. Stefan still kind of annoys me with his Angel personality.
“I’m Stefan.” He replied, while he shifted on his seat. I suppose he isn’t used to someone as bubbly as Caroline, then again he should be. Lexi’s way worse at the bubbly thing than Care.

“You say Stefan, but from now on you are Peaches to me.” I said, receiving an amused glance from Care. I had taught her all about fandoms, she better have understood that Buffy reference.

“Peaches?” Elena inquired.

“There’s this show with a depressed broody vampire that hates his nature and his nickname is Peaches. So from now on you’re it.” I replied without emotion on my face, but I could barely contain my amusement when he tensed at the V word, again.

“Oh god, she’s at it again.” Elena groaned, giving me a glare before looking at Stefan. “Sorry, she’s always doing this. The show references and jokes.”

Stefan relaxed, believing that I really didn’t know about his vamp status before turning towards me. “What's this show called? What’s it about?”

“It’s called Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Caroline replied first, and I could feel her amusement form across the table. She also found it funny to tease the vamp. Then again, she is my best friend for a reason.

“It’s about a blonde perky cheerleader who finds out she’s the vampire slayer and that it’s her duty to protect the humans from evil.” I replied, before snickering. “Think like this- Caroline’s the Buffy to my Willow.”

“Willow?” Stefan inquired, while Elena rolled her eyes at his interest on a tv show about vampires.

“She is a witch that helps the slayer, then there’s Xander who’s human…he’s the Mattie to my Willow.” I replied. “There’s Oz the werewolf, I suppose he’s Tyler.”

“But not the Oz to your Willow.” Caroline snickered, and I glared. As if I would date Tyler, he’s a freaking douche.

“Then who’s Peaches?” Stefan asked.

“He’s Angel, a vampire that was cursed with a soul by the gypsies. He hates his past deeds as a killer and tries to redeem himself by helping Buffy. He even has his own spin off. I kind of hate him.” I replied, and I could see Stefan's interest peek at my description of Angel. I suppose if anything he could relate.

“Why do you hate him?” The vampire inquired.

“Well, there is the fact that he denies his past deeds. He even changed his name, from when he didn’t have a soul. It’s stupid. He regrets his actions but at the same time he puts the blame on the lack of his soul. While Spike without a soul was still a greater person and vampire than Angelus.” I ranted out.

“Spike?” This time Elena inquired, I suppose she too was getting into our Buffy conversation.

“He’s a vampire that starts as Buffy’s antagonist, but after a few seasons he falls in love with her even without a soul- which was something soulless Angel could never do. He even gets his soul back for her. He’s awesome.” Caroline replies for me, and I nod in agreement.

“He’s also the one that gave Angle the Peaches nickname, which now will be my nickname for you Peaches.” I added, grinning at the vampire. “If you are really interested we can invite you for one of our binge watching nights. We haven’t done a Buffy binge watching night in a while.”

“Sure, it sounds interesting.” Stefan replied, grinning back at me. I suppose that being nicknamed after a vampire also amuses him.

“So, were you born in Mystic Falls, Stefan?” Caroline inquired, just to move the conversation along as she already knew he did.

“Mm-Hmm. And moved when I was still young.” He replied, and I snickered at the ‘young’ part.

“Parents?” I asked, already knowing that his father was eaten by him and that crazy Lily was stuck in a prison world.

“My parents passed away.” Stefan said, and I could feel the tension on his back. I suppose he still has a few issues with having killed his daddy.

“I’m sorry.” Elena replied, giving him a somber look. “Any siblings?”

“None that I talk to. I live with my uncle.” Peaches replied and I couldn’t let that one get away from me.

“But you have some that you don’t talk with?” I inquired, almost smirking. Seriously, how had none of them noticed his little slip on the show?

“It’s complicated, I haven’t seen him in a few years.” Stefan replied, looking at me and I nodded. I couldn’t tease him anymore after the depressed and tormented look he gave me.

“So, Stefan, if you’re new, then you don’t know about the party tomorrow.”

“It’s a get-drunk-back-to-school kind of thing. I added.

“Are you going?” Stefan asked, turning towards Elena.

“Of course she’s going.” I replied for the doppelganger, if I remember correctly the party was kind of dramatic. Which means, amusing.

Elena looked at me shocked, but I ignored her and continued to sip on my hot chocolate. I had to get amusement from somewhere.

Chapter Text

“So, is Stefan here yet?” I asked Elena, as I sipped on my plastic red cup filled with cheap beer.

“I don’t know.” She replied, shifting uncomfortably.

“Jesus, just admit it Elena.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at the little miss innocent. “You think Peaches is hot and you want to jump his bones.”

“Oh, okay, so he is a little pretty.” She admitted sheepishly.

“Sure, a little pretty.” I said, mimicking her voice. “That’s why you were trading true love stares during class, seriously, it felt like I was watching Snow White and Prince Charming having eye sex.”

“Did you just use Disney references with sex in the same sentence?” Elena asked, amusement dripping from her voice.

“Of course not.” I replied grinning. “If I did I would have said eye fucking instead.”

“Seriously Bonnie…” Elena sighed. “Sometimes you’re the most responsible adult, but other times you sound worse than Care.”

“It’s my charm.” I replied, feeling proud of myself. Because seriously, I had been reborn when I was thirty and I was now a teen with teenage hormones. Of course my conversations switched from serious to dirty as fast as lighting.

“So Caroline told me you were kind of stressed because of your Grams.” Elena started, somewhat careful. “What’s up?”

I looked at her without any expression on my face before sighing. In canon they all knew about my supposed physic powers since the beginning of the pilot anyway. "My Grams has been hitting the end of the bottle, because apparently I’m a physic, or a witch, or some shit like that.”

“Seriously?” Elena deadpanned.

“Yep.” I affirmed. “Complete crazy talk, anyway, I’m going to find Caroline. Hopefully she’s not man eating some poor jock.”

She nodded and I left, because I didn’t need to see Stelena shooting ‘fuck me’ eyes at each other. Plus I would see the drama later, when Vicky ran out of the woods bleeding.
—

“There you are Buffy.” I called, when I finally found Caroline piss drunk with some cheerleaders.

“Willow to my Buffy, what’s up?” Care inquired, giggling at her own reference. I pulled her a bit away from the other females and put my hand to her temple whispering spell quietly. Quickly enough my best friend wasn’t acting like an uncontrollable child.

“Why did you do that?” She whined, forgetting the part about not behaving like a child.

“Because you were way too drunk, and because I’ll miss all the good vampire drama tonight if I have to take care of you.” I replied, ruling my eyes at her.

“What drama?” She asked, interested. Of course she would, nobody loves drama more than the drama queen herself.

“Spoilers darling.” I replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, come on, tell me.” The blonde cheerleader captain pouted.

“No, now let’s go to the bridge to watch it happen.” I said, pulling her along with me.
—

We got to the bridge in time to watch Stefan’s eyes change, Caroline almost gasped in surprise because reading and seeing are two different things. I, on the other hand, found it kind of stupid that Elena just saw a partial vampire change and didn’t find it weird.

I mean, his freaking eyes just change to red with black veins. That’s not just some light issue, hell even Bella Swan figured it out quicker than Elena. She’s under Bella on the stupid scale, and that’s saying something.

We ended up having a few more drinks when we heard Elena scream. “Somebody help!” She and Jeremy were carrying a bloodied Vicky. Caroline could only look with wide eyes before turning towards me. “She’ll survive.” I whispered, and she nodded, releasing a sigh.

We turned around and saw Stefan, trying and failing to control himself. Before we could even blink he disappeared into the night.

“Somebody, call an ambulance!” Mattie said loudly, and I pulled out my cell.

“On it Mattie.” I said, dialing 911.

Oh well, what a party.
—

Matt went with Vicky to the hospital and eventually Caroline, Elena, and I were the only ones left.

“Hey. We’re gonna go to Mainline Coffee, wait for news.’ Caroline said, gesturing to the two of us. I didn’t know that was the plan but whatever. Coffee sounded good.

“I gotta take Jeremy home.” Elena stated, her voice sounding tired.

“Elena… watch your back.” I stated, my serious tone voice in place. “This is only the beginning.”
—

“You’re sober right?” I asked, as Caroline continued to sigh while sipping on her coffee.

“Yes, thanks to you.” She replied. “Wish I wasn’t.”

“Finish drinking then.” I said, rolling my eyes at her theatrics. “I gotta get you home. I gotta get home.”

“Why didn’t he go for me?” She lamely asked, feeling sorry for herself. “You know, home come the guys that I want never want me?”

“We all know that Buffy and Peaches never worked hon, we need to find you your Spike instead, yea?” I replied, trying to lift her mood.

“You said that, but still…He’s the new hot guy in town and he falls for Elena, freaking typical.” The blonde ranted. “I’m inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And…Elena always says the right thing. She doesn’t even try! And he just picks her. And she’s always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and…I’m never the one.”

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself, because I like you just the way you are. It’s just that she has a freaking Petrova vajayjay. It’s like a freaking curse that runs through her bloodline.” I said, rolling my eyes. It’s not Caroline’s fault that Elena is the protagonist that is pretty much cursed.

I mean Amara was a bitch, Tatia was a slut, Katherine was a bitch and a slut…I’m just saying. The universe makes hot males attracted to doppelgangers, like a moth drawn to a flame. Of course they all end up screwed over. Amara was cursed into stone for two thousand years, Tatia got her ass killed by one of her lovers, Katherine was hunted down for five centuries and eventually died too, and Elena got stuck into a coma.

“What?” Caroline asked, confused with what I told her.

“Future references, you’ll get them eventually.” I replied, finishing my coffee. “I’m going to the lady’s room.”

When I returned, Caroline’s mood lifted. She was all smiles and daisies.

“What’s up, Care?” I inquired, grabbing my jacket and car keys. I really needed my soft and comfy bed after all that drama.

“This hot dude just smiled at me.” She replied, clapping happily.

“Tall, dark, and handsome? Devilishly blue eyes? Leather jacket?” I inquired, looking around the grill.

“Yeah, how did you know?” The perky blonde inquired, curiously.

“That’s Damon Salvatore, Stefan’s vampire brother I told you about.” I explained. “I did mention that he’s kind of unstable at the moment right?”

“Well, no wonder you said he was hot.” She replied, smiling dreamily. “I might just be kinky enough to have a sexy time with a bloodsucker if they all look like that.”

“Just remember, drink your vervain and mention my name- and the fact that I’ll torture him enough that he will jump into the sun without his ring of his own accord if something happens to you, ok?” I said seriously, before pulling her along with me towards the car.

“Now let’s go home. Tomorrow more drama awaits.” I said, while mentally sighing.

I really need a vacation from this hellhole.