I'm taking a break from my Zombie!Bamon fic which I promise to continue before the next week ends. I had this Fic in my mind for weeks and decided to write it in case anyone would enjoy reading it. Reviews are very encouraging. Thank you for reading.

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Chapter 1

Restless

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As a plane prepared to touch ground in Virginia, clutching her arm rest, Bonnie found her sense of reason on a fast decline. It had been a while since she saw the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign disappear in her rear view mirror. Memories of her childhood hometown was full of death, resentment, and heartbreak. The only bit of it she took with her was the communication she allowed from Caroline. The bubbly blonde continued to send little milestones by text every week or so. Bonnie could never bring herself to answer any messages or phone calls. The chatty vampire knew each message was read though there was rarely ever a reply. No one else sent her a thing because no one else knew her new number and Bonnie liked it that way. Finally, saving Mystic Falls was a thing of the past after fighting hellfire all on her own with nothing to show for it. She never knew a tragedy of fate would bring her back kicking and screaming three years later.

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The Past

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She spent half of her first year of freedom enjoying the hustle and bustle of New Orleans. She drank by the gallons, danced wildly, and spent her afternoons hungover arguing with the worried ghost of her dead ex-boyfriend. What seemed like a good time spiraled into a dark and thoughtless place to chase away old feelings. Old feelings she didn't want to acknowledge. She used her magic to make money gambling, living for herself was what she called it. She spent each night in a hotel expensive enough so that some sore looser wouldn't be found sniffing around at wee hours of the morning. The lifestyle was short lived by the end of the year when she blacked out after ignoring Enzo's warning. Bonnie kept accepting drinks from an overly friendly yet attractive vacationer, her only thought forgetting the world before. She woke up in a bed she never remembered laying down in and in a room she had never seen before.

"I've seen what's in ya mind. You ha' better not meet ya maker on ya damn knees child." Bonnie looked up to see a tall woman with dark skin, long grey hair and her arms crossed. She had full lips, strong broad shoulders, and long legs.

"M-my mind? What? Where am I?!" Bonnie ignored the pulsing headache with experience and looked around at the simple white room with antique white-washed wooden furniture. It could have been a dream but she wasn't too sure.

The woman let out a 'tuh' and placed her fist on a jutted out hip. She wore a white blouse and a long white wrap skirt that contrasted with her skin. "Ya safe now, is where you are. Found you gettin' dragged outta some club. The sonnava bitch went to grab his car and I got to ya before he did. Tried to drive ya home but you didn't understand a damn word I was sayin'." The sound of her southern twang was thick and firm yet warm. "Foolish lil' witch. You're livin' selfishly instead of livin' for yourself." Ignoring Bonnie's eyebrows rising up to her forehead in surprise, she picked up a glass of water and handed it to her.

"Who-" Bonnie stopped herself from arguing with, what she assumed, was a powerful witch that had just possibly saved her life. Pressing her lips together, she took the glass of water and looked down to see she was still wearing her teeny tiny black sequins dress and matching pumps. Great, she had to be seen going back to her hotel room in the middle of the day dressed in slutty clothes . Again.

"I'm Samirah, of the Ra coven." She let out a deep sigh as she sat down in a rocking chair next to the bed and looked Bonnie over with almond dark brown eyes. "You keep doin this and you won't last long. You Bennett's just sheets to the wind around ya and fallin' on swords fo somebody else. It's a shame, you haven't been on this earth long and ya died 3 times already. You're lucky but ya pushin' it-"

Bonnie never realized she was so thirsty until she emptied the glass in one swift chug. She nearly choked when she heard the ending of the woman's statement. "Wait, exactly how much digging in my head did you do?"

Samirah began to rock in her chair slowly, a look of calm on her face. "Enough to know you're goin' nowhere real fast."

Bonnie stared at the elder witch hard and noticed Samirah didn't have a wrinkle on her face though her voice sounded old. A thousand questions ran through her head as silence filled the room. The faint pitter patter of a dog walking outside the bedroom could be heard. "You hold on Mister Barkley, I'll walk ya." Samirah talked to the dog behind the door. Bonnie found herself getting lost in thought, fingering the rim of the glass she held. She wondered what would have happened if Samirah wasn't there. She heard stories of what happened to people that fell asleep outside in the streets that went missing. The creak of the house chair pulled her out of her thoughts.

"You hungry child?"

As the following year approached, Samirah became Bonnie's mentor. She guided her, scolded her when she made excuses for others and herself. The elder witch taught her to speak with the mind, but always come from a place of love. Most importantly, self preservation and knowing not everything needed fixing for everything was, is, and always will be in the state of becoming. Bonnie learned that the coven Samirah belonged to was nearly as old as the Bennett line, except they were immortal, were wiser about their secrecy, and found a state of enlightenment. It was the second time in her life had Bonnie met someone who inspired her as much as her Grams.

Samirah gave her a room in her 4 bedroom 1940's built home and put Bonnie to work pressing oils and harvesting herbs for her little apothecary shop a few blocks away. The young woman lived rent free and earned pocket money from the honest labor in Samirah's garden. The elder had Bonnie read Egyptian scrolls, various hoodoo books, Orshas and folklore, and the Emerald tablet. There were days she would rather stare at a wall than continue her star chart studies. As her mind grew, so did her magic.

By year three she let everything go. Her regret and resentment fizzled out, drifting away in smoke leaving nothing behind. She stopped holding her tongue about her feelings and heartache. She let Enzo's spirit rest in peace. Bonnie even freed her wardrobe of color, like Samirah who wore white and only white. It made her actions more careful, more thought out, and held more pride in keeping her clothes spotless until nightfall. She was making the decision to be initiated into the coven after Samirah mentioned a witch from an old lineage could join the Ra's in sisterhood. Bonnie was also taught in order to become one of them, she had to become one from within.

She could not use magic while emotions were high, she was to service witches in need often anonymously, not a blade was to touch her head, and all material and modern things could be used but scarcely. Still, she was born Bennett and knew it would be cruel to end the line so soon. Bonnie concluded Samirah was more fit to mother her first born. Bonnie held no interest in courtship or motherhood and entrusted Samirah to find an ideal warlock for the coupling ceremony. Once the child was born, the initiation would follow, until then she was to not use her magic. It was kept in a vessel Samirah kept hidden and over the course of time, she generously added small ounces of own her magic into it for an easier initiation.

It was a difficult transition, no microwaves and minimal television. Samirah's music collection made up for it, she had music dating back to the 20's. Her favorite genre was jazz, it seemed to be always playing faintly in the background. Bonnie learned to speak honestly and carefully choosing her words. There was no spell to fall back on if she said the wrong thing out in town. Perfecting the art of saying no for her own sanity and well being was an on going battle. Slowly, she was changing into someone she needed so she could follow in the footsteps of Samirah, to guide and protect other witches. Bonnie understood that it would explain why she endured so much in the past.

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The Present

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It was a late afternoon as Bonnie cycled quickly, her bronze skin glistened under a thin coat of sweat. Wrapped in her fist was the handle of Barkley's leash who jogged crookedly beside her as she rode her bike. Mister Barkley was a 14 year old Pointer-mix, white with brown patches and feeble hind legs. Samirah encouraged Bonnie to take him with her when she ran errands. The white sundress she wore was sticking to her thighs by the time she arrived at their tan house. The humidity made her sweat but made her hair grow like wildfire. Bonnie let Barkley off-leash after closing the gate, and watched him hobble to the front door. She could smell the catfish frying and spinach boiling from outside. Leaning the bike against the front steps, she pulled a tote bag full of mason jars out of the bike basket.

Bonnie fell into her routine; after cleaning up the table, Samirah would put on a record and drink a glass of vieux carré and Bonnie enjoyed an evening of meditation under the moon in the garden behind the simple house. She was deep in thought, listening to the frogs and crickets sing the sun to sleep. In the dark calm of her mind she saw flashing lights, it was like a lightning strike. Frowning she shook her head and tried focusing harder, this time she saw things she didn't want to see. There was someone with a familiar voice screaming in pain. Her eyes snapped opened, it was not time to dig any deeper in the spiritual world. Her spirit was still developing and was not fully prepared to meet all the 'friends in strange places' Samirah spoke of.

Standing, she made her way back into the house, Samirah had gone to bed early. Bonnie listened to the jazz record playing it's last song as she walked up the stairs to get ready for bed. After a hot shower and rubbing a cream on her face, she went to her bedroom for the night with a book in hand. Bonnie unplugged her cell phone from the wall and turned it on waiting for the single 'ping' it made when Caroline gave her the message of the week. She regularly checked her messages before bed. Sitting on the corner of her mattress in a simple nightgown, she stretched her arms upwards and let out a long deep yawn. The kind that made her eyes water and her body relax. Her phone vibrated.

'Ping'

Bonnie gathered her long curls and began to twist it into a high bun.

'Ping' 'Ping'

Her brows furrowed as she wound her hair tight and used a white satin ribbon to keep it in place. 'She hasn't sent that many messages in over a year.'

' Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.'

She could feel in the pit of her stomach something wasn't right. She felt her body break into a cold sweat. Grabbing the phone she opening the message and started reading from the top. Her eyes scanned the text over and over again. Bonnie felt her stomach twist, her palms were sweating, her breath became quick and short. The room felt too small and too big at the same time. It made her nauseous, more than Caroline reluctantly settling for Alaric, more than news of Jeremy's 'surprise' baby, more than the inevitable engagement of Elena and Damon after their third break-up and make-up cycle.

It was another message about those two, but she didn't believe it, she couldn't. There had been an eight car pileup. The message was sent only minutes ago, Caroline informed with rushed texting which was seconds after she had been contacted by the paramedics. Regardless of what happened in the past, the reality of either of them losing their life scared her. Another reason she couldn't stay, they still locked themselves away in some secret place in her heart. Taking off her night gown she opened up a flight app and dressed quickly shoving random items into a duffel bag.

Bonnie wrote a brief letter and left it on Samirah's bedside table. The witch took the soonest flight she could book to a cursed city she promised herself she'd never return to. Slender fingers ran through waist length curls nervously throughout the trip causing frizz. She was oblivious to the fact that her hair taking up so much space was making the passenger next to her uncomfortable. As soon as they were free to gather their things, the man bolted freaked out by Bonnie's twitchy behavior. Green eyes watched the passengers as they grabbed their overhead luggage and waddle down the narrow isle one by one.

'Everything is okay. Everything is going to be okay.' The witch chanted those words over and over in her head, if she thought of anything else she could possibly manifest the worst. She ignored the fight against tears and her racing heart as she made her way out of the terminal. The witch managed to reach her destination in three hours flat. Pulling out her phone, she texted Caroline for the first time in what felt like forever.

B: just landed. which hospital?

The white duffel bag slung over her shoulder bounced against her back as she ran through the hospital. Her hands held up her floor length dress to keep from tripping as she navigated through the bright florescent lit halls frantically. "Bonnie!" The witch made a sharp turn and was tackled by a sobbing Caroline. She looked the same, she cried the same, she still gave that soul crushing hug the same.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bonnie! God!" The crying vampire pulled away showing her dark brown mascara staining her cheeks.

"What?!Wh-what? Are they okay?!" Bonnie held the blonde woman's head upright to keep her from crumbling in on herself. "What happened?" The witch did her best to remain calm but the look of terror was clear on her face.

Caroline head shook back and forth as she wailed loudly, her words barely audible. "I couldn't- I was too late- I-I c-couldn't save her." Her voice cracked as she cried. "She died on impact and..." She looked as if she was going to vomit, instead she fell into a coughing fit. "An-an-and, the body..." Her voice cracked as she saw Bonnie begin to sob.

"A-are they both?! Caroline look at me, please!"

"No I can't, I can't, I can't." She clutched onto Bonnie who was breaking down as well like a child.

"What happened?!"

"Damon, he's messed up real bad."

"Bad?"

"Right arm and both legs are broken, some deep wounds, and spinal fracture." Bonnie's head rose slowly to find the source of the voice, she saw Jeremy staring back at her, face drained of color. He looked he had seen a ghost, beside him was Alaric slumped to the floor with his face buried in his hands.

As if Mystic Falls' residents could survive on their own. I felt like a big tragedy would happen without Bonnie around and ex-Vampires with no abilities to save themselves from regular dangers everyday people face. Please be kind in my reviews.