Authors Note: I was just really in the mood to write this, so I cooked up a lovely playlist on 8tracks, entitled a witch and a vampire walk into a bar... in case you wanted to find it, and began writing. Let me know what you think, its probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn, but yeah. Also, It might take me a little while to write this, cuz I wont fully start committing to this story until I finish my Teen Wolf fanfiction, 'Raise Your Hood, Little Red.'


"A good enemy can be better than the best of friend."― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Chapter One

Her lips parted, and she could practically taste the magic in the air. She'd been going through some witch archives on the internet, when she came across the address of a witch who lived in Denver. It was the perfect plan, no more dead end Mystic Falls, no more family death, no more saving Elena Gilbert's life constantly. Jeremy was there, she could win his heart again, and she could study with this witch.

Desdemona Daeja had been emailing Bonnie for almost a year, but they'd never talked about where Desdemona lived, or her personal life. They mostly chatted about spells, and she helped to guide Bonnie the best she could. Deep into the Daeja family tree, one of the male Daeja's had an affair with a Bennett witch, creating Emily Bennett, and so Bonnie was Desdemona's niece, of sorts.

The city was gorgeous, Bonnie couldn't believe it. Mystic Falls used to be like this she noted. The air was warm, the people were happy, and the streets were filled with laughter and music. She was in front of Desdemona's house, a quant, pretty little blue two story building. Down the street, Bonnie could see the outline of the beach, and from what she read, there were batting cages, colleges, everything.

When Bonnie told everyone that she was moving, they all spent almost a week trying to talk her out of it, until finally, they caved and threw her a going away party. Caroline threatened her, saying if she didn't call daily, then she would go down there and drag her back, and Elena asked her not to drag Jeremy back into the supernatural, with her usual brooding tone.

She brought her fist up to knock on the white door, but before she could, it swung open. Standing in front of her was Desdemona Daeja, one of the few remainign Daeja witches. She didn't look anything like Bonnie expected. This woman was willowy and tall, with the same skin tone as Bonnie, and carmel colored hair. She looked tired, slightly aged.

Her eyes were what shocked Bonnie the most. They were green and calculating, watching her every movement, looking into her soul. And then, after a second of silence, she smiled. Desdemona brought her in for a hug, she smelled like lilac and vervain.

"Its so lovely to finally meet you, Bonnie Bennett" her voice was like a splash of cold water, and Bonnie finally realized what she was doing.

"Thank you so, so, much for letting me Stay, Desdemona" Bonnie's words moved fast and they pulled away, Desdemona ushering her into the house.

"Its no problem, call me Aunt Mona, please"

Her house was also a shocker. Almost all the walls were covered with bookshelves, containing grimoires, and other artifacts. The floors creaked and were a dark kind of wood that suggested it was old. There wasn't any light. Well, there was, but not from a light bulb. From what Bonnie could see, there wasn't any electricity, instead she had candles placed all around the room.

"I hope the electricity isn't a problem" Mona soothed, patting her back and grabbing the luggage from Bonnie, "it kills the magic, don't you think?" she brought her hand up and moved her fingers in a twinkle fashion, the tips of them sparking. "Don't worry, I'm not completely barbaric, we have plumbing, and a stove, and the outlets work, but other then that.." she trailed off.

Bonnie hummed and nodded "that's fine."

"Your room is upstairs, first door on the left, dinners at six thirty" Mona gestured to the bookshelves by the windows "feel free to read those, please stay away from the others, their personal, diaries" Bonnie nodded "you could unpack, and then help me with dinner, or you could go out and see the city, but please be back in time for dinner, I'd hate for a warm meal to go to waste."

"Finally, there's only one real rule, no inviting anyone in. I'm sure you understand why. Even friends, because who knows what the future will hold."

And just like that, Mona moved to the couch, and resumed reading what looked to be a another grimoire, wrapped a blanket around her form, and sipping tea. Bonnie couldn't understand why Mona was being so...kind about everything, but she was grateful none the less. She carried her bag up to her room, which was large, with an empty queen sized bed, and a window seat.

Bonnie grabbed her purse and wallet, closing the door behind her. She decided to take a tour of the city and buy some things for her bedroom.


She was certain her father would have a cow over how much money she spent, but Bonnie wasn't worried. She would get a job soon, and pay him back, but she needed stuff for her room. She'd already bought a mirror for her wall, toiletries, a mini fridge, a waste bin, everything one would need for college, except it wasn't for college, it was for her new life.

The last thing she needed was sheets. Bonnie was browsing through IKEAS selection, when she heard a familiar laugh. Her eyes shot towards the source and her heart panged in sadness at what she saw. She knew it was selfish, she should be happy for him, but she just wasn't. She wanted him for herself. Even if it was wrong.

Jeremy Gilbert was running along the beds with a group of teenagers, they all laughed, and were having a great time. He didn't even notice her. Bonnie hadn't seen Jeremy like that in a long time, hell she hadn't seen Jeremy at all in a long time. Her eyes watered and before they could spill over, a ringing interupted her thoughts.

RING RING

Bonnie picked up after the second ring.

Hi, Bonnie, its Mona

Bonnie grimaced

Hey Aunt Mona, what's up?

Her eyes shot over to the clock. She still had an hour before dinner.

A friend of mine just gave me a call, and I've invited him over for dinner. I just wanted to let you know.

A friend?

He's a vampire, though, Bonnie, so change of plans. We'll be having dinner at Ruphio's, do you know where that is?

A vampire friend?

Uh, It wont be a problem, I'm sure I can find it. Still six thirty?

Yep, bye!

Bye!

The call ended and Bonnie felt weird. How would one dress for a dinner like this? Her eyes shot down. She had on a pair of blue jean shorts, and an ubuttoned red plaid shirt, with a white undershirt, and black converse. This was fine...right? Bonnie bit her lip, and she glanced up. Jeremy was gone. Damn. With one last disapointed glance around the store, she grabbed a set of purple bed sheets and made her way towards the exit.

No matter how bad she felt about Jeremy, she still had to go find that Ruphio's place, and go to dinner with Mona and the mysterious vampire.


Eventually, Bonnie stopped off at Mona's house, inevitably still uncomfortable with calling it home. She needed to ask Mona how she should dress, and she also wanted to slip in some questions about this vampire.

"Hey Aunt Mona?" Bonnie called, opening the front door, and peeking her head towards the living room.

"In here!" she hollered from the kitchen, waving a hand towards the doorway.

She was making tea. The kitchen was large, with an old style booth, and the usual fridge, sink, etc. Except she had this gorgeous black, old, gas stove. Desdemona smiled at the girl, who's arms sunk with the weight of shopping bags.

"I'm just making some tea, green to be exact, would you like some?"

Bonnie nodded her head and set her stuff down on the counter, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, nervous to ask about the witches friend. What if Aunt Mona thought she was being rude or offensive, or worse, that she was snooping?

"What um...what should I wear tonight?"

"Your outfit right now is fine, Ruphio's is very casual" Desdemona nodded her head and poured the cups.

She placed the cups on the booth and sat down, pulling out a little salt shaker, filled with an all too familiar powder. Vervain. Mona sprinkled it in each cup before sliding Bonnie's across the table.

Bonnie took the seat across from her and sipped her tea. Her eyes shot worriedly towards the stove, which was still burning.

"Don't worry" Desdemona followed her gaze, snapping her fingers. The fire went out, and the nozzle turned back to zero "so, I know you didn't just come here to ask about your clothing choice, what's on your mind, honey?" she dipped a piece of bread into the tea, taking a small bite.

She bit her lip.

"I wanted to know about the vampire you mentioned?" the words spilled out faster then Bonnie expected. Her eyes shot down and she stared at the table, sipping her tea, unable to meet the older witches all seeing eyes.

"Mmm" Desdemona hummed, cocking her head, "very curious you are. He's quite old, not physically of course, we travelled together a couple centuries ago in Haiti, him, my friend Gloria, and I. He has an incredible respect for witches, so don't worry, he isn't like the rest of them, who act like wild animals" she snorted and took another sip of tea.

Bonnie coughed choking on hers. Centuries? How old was Desdemona?

"Not to be rude, of course, but centuries? how are you not...ancient?" her head bobbed and her mouth gaped, Desdemona couldn't have been in at least her late fifties, let alone her hundred's.

She greeted her with a smirk "no, no, its not rude, after a bit of research, Gloria and I crafted a herb that slows the aging process. I started taking it right around...well your age actually."

From what she read online, and the grimoires she'd seen, Bonnie knew she was powerful, but she didn't realize she could slow down the aging process. That's crazy. A part of her wanted to ask if she could have some, but another told her she'd asked enough questions.

"C'mon, dear, its almost time for our dinner date"

And just like that, the two witches looped arms, and headed out, locking up the house, headed for dinner with a vampire.


Ruphio's reminded Bonnie of The Mystic Grill, only better. It was huge and filled with people, most of them teenagers, like the grill, but it had a MUCH larger selection for the menu. From burgers, to pastas, to champagne, to salads, it had almost anything you could think of. There was also a schedule up on the wall.

Friday, Karaoke night, Saturday, 70's theme, Sunday, Swag themed, Monday, Werewolf Themed, Tuesday, Poker day, Wednesday, Vampire Themed, Thursday, Witch Themed.

Today was Wednesday. That explained why Desdemona wanted to eat at Ruphio's specifically, Bonnie almost snorted.

All the waitresses had their hair up in fancy braids and buns, exposing their necks, and wore fake fangs, the busboys had the bags under their eyes shaded so they looked tired, and blood stained apron's. Today's special was a bloody mary. This was hilarious, Bonnie couldn't wait to tell Caroline. The bubbly blonde vampire could easily fit in here.

They approached a table where a man was sitting, but Bonnie could only see the back of him. His hair was styled to perfection, and he had on a black hoodie, hood down. Of course, all the vampire Bonnie had met, so far, were all extremely attractive. It made it easier for them to trick their prey, and it constantly annoyed Bonnie.

"Bonnie, I'd like to introduce you to.."

She gasped as he turned around, staring at her accusingly.

"Kol" she barely recognized the name slip off her lips.

Desdemona shot them looks, smiling warmly, oblivious to the now murderous tension, "oh good, you two know each other."


Authors Note: I decided to stop the first chapter on a little bit of a sexual tension/ kill you tension, between Kol and Bonnie. What did you guys think? Seriously just comment any thought you have, I don't care if it has to do with the smallest detail possible, I wanna hear it. Questions, ideas, suggestions, critique me!

till next time lovely's,

xoxo, iliana