Title: Discoveries (Parts 20/20)
Author: Vicci
E-mail: foxxy_one_on_one@hotmail.com
Rating: 15
Spoilers: NW series, SC, VD and possibly I may end up tying in DV
Disclaimers: almost ALL of the characters belong to L J Smith
(the goddess that she is) and I am not getting any cash of
anything from this except self-satisfaction. PLEASE DON'T SUE
ME. Any you don't recognize are probably mine and if I do use
your character it was just picked up by my subconscious and I
didn't mean to borrow it. In any case, email me if I do.
Summary: Several parties, the New Salem witches, and the Night
World, are interested in Bonnie's witch powers.
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Part 1:
Bonnie looked up suddenly from the book she was reading. She
could have sworn she had seen something move in the corner of her
mind.
"Damn," she swore softly, "That's the third time this night. I
have become like so paranoid lately." But not with out reason,
lately. It was a few months after Elena had been resurrected.
Much to her relieve Damon had left town. At least she thought so.
No one had seen hide nor hair or the suave Italian.
Then the red headed girl's eyes widened in shock as she realized
that's exactly what the shadows reminded her of. How Damon and
his younger brother Stefan had been able to fade in and out of
shadows, darkness.
Bonnie glanced around the room, silently cursing herself for
reading by a lamp. The switch to the light over head wasn't to
far so Bonnie decided to lunge for it.
Just as she flipped it something caught her around the waist.
Bonnie struggled in its grasp and began to shriek repeatedly. A
strong, slender fingered hand wrapped its self across her mouth,
efficiently cutting off any sound she could make.
"Don't scream like that, it hurts my ears. I ai..." the person
started to say.
/Not as much as this should hurt you, / Bonnie projected with her
mind as she kicked violently upwards. A loud 'oomph' was heard
behind her.
/What did you do that for? / the telepathic voice demanded. /I'm
not here to hurt you, I'm here to help. / He was hunched over
slightly, which made Bonnie grin.
"Then why all the secrecy? Why scare me half to death? Couldn't
you have called me up like any decent person?" Bonnie would have
gone on but the hand that had just moved so she could answer felt
like it was about to replace itself.
"Well, we wanted to be sure we were right about you and not
accidentally go up to the wrong person," the person told her.
"Well, will you let me go now? Right about what?"
"You're a witch."
"I could have told you that," Bonnie agreed with a laugh sitting
down and getting a good look at the person. He was inhumanly
beautiful with nicely chiseled facial features; black hair with a
slight wave in it and black eyes you could gaze you could get
lost in. He was a little on the short side though.
"So you know a little about it?" he asked raising one eyebrow.
"I've practiced a little, what about you?"
"I'm not a witch," he told her with a laugh.
"No ring," she murmured. "What are you then? Not a were-wolf I
hope."
"How do you know about all these things?" he demanded.
"Tell me what you are and give me your name please," Bonnie
demanded thrusting out her stubborn chin.
"I'm a vampire and my name's Quinn," he said in a placid voice
watching her closely, waiting for her reaction.
"Where's your lapis lazuli?" she asked in shock.
"My what?"
"The stone you need to go out in sunlight." Bonnie was dead
serious and got mad when Quinn burst into laughter.
"You've read to many books. I've never heard that one before,
though."
"I didn't read it in a book!" Bonnie half yelled indignantly.
"Damon and Stefan Salvatore had to wear their rings and they even
killed Kathrine by pushing her into sunlight after taking it
off."
Quinn quit laughing and stared at the red head. She completely
believed in what she was saying but it was unheard of. Not
possible....
"Tell me the whole story," he demanded. His tone wasn't up for
any objections and Bonnie saw on his eyes that he meant business
so she told him everything.
"Wow," was all he could say when she was finished. Her story was
incredible. He could hardly believe it but there had been those
whispered tales that the council refused to talk about. The ones
where a few vampires had a disease. An allergy to sunlight. They
would have passed on to any vampires they made.
"Now you explain to me... what ever it is," Bonnie told him
interrupting his thoughts. Quinn filled Bonnie in about the Night
World and explained it her that she was wanted to join the Circle
Daybreak's witches.
"Do I need to go anywhere to help?" she said after agreeing to
join.
"Can you go to Las Vegas in a week or so? That's where the main
headquarters is and you'd be able to meet Lord Thierry."
"What would I tell everyone? Especially my parents. It's not like
I know any one there," Bonnie complained. She knew it was true.
Her parents wanted her to stay with them because they were still
paranoid over what had happened a few months ago.
"I can help, encourage them," Quinn told her and flashed her a
smile showing pointed teeth.
"Don't you hurt them!" Bonnie warned loudly. As a matter of fact,
they were due back from the club any minute now.
"You tell everybody your going to visit a cousin and I'll
influence them to believe it," he replied smoothly when she told
him so.
"Why am I going."
"She's sick, getting married? I don't know." His tone stated he
didn't care either. Right then they heard the front door open.
"Bonnie, were home," her mother called up the stairs. She glanced
at Quinn to see if he was ready. He nodded.
"Mom!" Bonnie yelled in an excited voice as she ran down the
stairs.
"What?" her mother asked Bonnie as she hung up her coat.
"I'm going to Las Vegas!"
"What? Why?" Mr. McCulloughs demanded.
"Do you remember our cousin, Hannah? She's getting married and
asked me to help out." The pause was barely perceptible because
Quinn had a name ready and relayed it to her telepithicly.
"Oh, that's nice, dear. When's the wedding?"
"In about a month." The three talked about it for a half hour
before Bonnie faked a yawn to get away.
Bonnie went back up to her room and found Quinn lying on her bed,
half-asleep.
"Sorry I took so long, they wanted details," Bonnie said with a
laugh at Quinn.
"I wrote down your instructions. They're over on your desk," I
will meet you at the airport in a week."
"Okay, see you then."
Author: Vicci
E-mail: foxxy_one_on_one@hotmail.com
Rating: 15
Spoilers: NW series, SC, VD and possibly I may end up tying in DV
Disclaimers: almost ALL of the characters belong to L J Smith
(the goddess that she is) and I am not getting any cash of
anything from this except self-satisfaction. PLEASE DON'T SUE
ME. Any you don't recognize are probably mine and if I do use
your character it was just picked up by my subconscious and I
didn't mean to borrow it. In any case, email me if I do.
Summary: Several parties, the New Salem witches, and the Night
World, are interested in Bonnie's witch powers.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 1:
Bonnie looked up suddenly from the book she was reading. She
could have sworn she had seen something move in the corner of her
mind.
"Damn," she swore softly, "That's the third time this night. I
have become like so paranoid lately." But not with out reason,
lately. It was a few months after Elena had been resurrected.
Much to her relieve Damon had left town. At least she thought so.
No one had seen hide nor hair or the suave Italian.
Then the red headed girl's eyes widened in shock as she realized
that's exactly what the shadows reminded her of. How Damon and
his younger brother Stefan had been able to fade in and out of
shadows, darkness.
Bonnie glanced around the room, silently cursing herself for
reading by a lamp. The switch to the light over head wasn't to
far so Bonnie decided to lunge for it.
Just as she flipped it something caught her around the waist.
Bonnie struggled in its grasp and began to shriek repeatedly. A
strong, slender fingered hand wrapped its self across her mouth,
efficiently cutting off any sound she could make.
"Don't scream like that, it hurts my ears. I ai..." the person
started to say.
/Not as much as this should hurt you, / Bonnie projected with her
mind as she kicked violently upwards. A loud 'oomph' was heard
behind her.
/What did you do that for? / the telepathic voice demanded. /I'm
not here to hurt you, I'm here to help. / He was hunched over
slightly, which made Bonnie grin.
"Then why all the secrecy? Why scare me half to death? Couldn't
you have called me up like any decent person?" Bonnie would have
gone on but the hand that had just moved so she could answer felt
like it was about to replace itself.
"Well, we wanted to be sure we were right about you and not
accidentally go up to the wrong person," the person told her.
"Well, will you let me go now? Right about what?"
"You're a witch."
"I could have told you that," Bonnie agreed with a laugh sitting
down and getting a good look at the person. He was inhumanly
beautiful with nicely chiseled facial features; black hair with a
slight wave in it and black eyes you could gaze you could get
lost in. He was a little on the short side though.
"So you know a little about it?" he asked raising one eyebrow.
"I've practiced a little, what about you?"
"I'm not a witch," he told her with a laugh.
"No ring," she murmured. "What are you then? Not a were-wolf I
hope."
"How do you know about all these things?" he demanded.
"Tell me what you are and give me your name please," Bonnie
demanded thrusting out her stubborn chin.
"I'm a vampire and my name's Quinn," he said in a placid voice
watching her closely, waiting for her reaction.
"Where's your lapis lazuli?" she asked in shock.
"My what?"
"The stone you need to go out in sunlight." Bonnie was dead
serious and got mad when Quinn burst into laughter.
"You've read to many books. I've never heard that one before,
though."
"I didn't read it in a book!" Bonnie half yelled indignantly.
"Damon and Stefan Salvatore had to wear their rings and they even
killed Kathrine by pushing her into sunlight after taking it
off."
Quinn quit laughing and stared at the red head. She completely
believed in what she was saying but it was unheard of. Not
possible....
"Tell me the whole story," he demanded. His tone wasn't up for
any objections and Bonnie saw on his eyes that he meant business
so she told him everything.
"Wow," was all he could say when she was finished. Her story was
incredible. He could hardly believe it but there had been those
whispered tales that the council refused to talk about. The ones
where a few vampires had a disease. An allergy to sunlight. They
would have passed on to any vampires they made.
"Now you explain to me... what ever it is," Bonnie told him
interrupting his thoughts. Quinn filled Bonnie in about the Night
World and explained it her that she was wanted to join the Circle
Daybreak's witches.
"Do I need to go anywhere to help?" she said after agreeing to
join.
"Can you go to Las Vegas in a week or so? That's where the main
headquarters is and you'd be able to meet Lord Thierry."
"What would I tell everyone? Especially my parents. It's not like
I know any one there," Bonnie complained. She knew it was true.
Her parents wanted her to stay with them because they were still
paranoid over what had happened a few months ago.
"I can help, encourage them," Quinn told her and flashed her a
smile showing pointed teeth.
"Don't you hurt them!" Bonnie warned loudly. As a matter of fact,
they were due back from the club any minute now.
"You tell everybody your going to visit a cousin and I'll
influence them to believe it," he replied smoothly when she told
him so.
"Why am I going."
"She's sick, getting married? I don't know." His tone stated he
didn't care either. Right then they heard the front door open.
"Bonnie, were home," her mother called up the stairs. She glanced
at Quinn to see if he was ready. He nodded.
"Mom!" Bonnie yelled in an excited voice as she ran down the
stairs.
"What?" her mother asked Bonnie as she hung up her coat.
"I'm going to Las Vegas!"
"What? Why?" Mr. McCulloughs demanded.
"Do you remember our cousin, Hannah? She's getting married and
asked me to help out." The pause was barely perceptible because
Quinn had a name ready and relayed it to her telepithicly.
"Oh, that's nice, dear. When's the wedding?"
"In about a month." The three talked about it for a half hour
before Bonnie faked a yawn to get away.
Bonnie went back up to her room and found Quinn lying on her bed,
half-asleep.
"Sorry I took so long, they wanted details," Bonnie said with a
laugh at Quinn.
"I wrote down your instructions. They're over on your desk," I
will meet you at the airport in a week."
"Okay, see you then."