*I own nothing. Just giving a show that could be so incredible a good storyline; because they need it. Lol*
A/N: Okay, first off this is like one of my favorite Buffy episodes so from the suggestion of artemis-golden-arrow (tumblr buddy) I decided to try my hand on re-writing it VD style. I think it turned out okay, but I did write it in the car on my droid and as always I'm not really happy with it. I'm kind of a perfectionist but I really wanted to post this so I hope someone enjoys it.
"And So It Begins…"
At first its a joke. A little something she tries after a 5 hour marathon of BTVS and to suffice her boredom. She should have really known better by now though if you think about it. After everything she's seen and done these past 3 years she should know the impossible is possible an to believe the unbelievable. Yet she doesn't and finds herself fighting bouts of naiveté on the daily.
Deep in her warped mind she still believes that some parts of her life are still normal and she's just a regular barely 18 yr old girl that can do stupid things. Repeat stupid fake spells from TV shows like "Buffy" and "Charmed" because it wont happen right? Never mind that she's a real witch with real powers to make almost anything materialize; there's no way she and her friends could really have a "clean slate" in life. Nope not after everything that's happened to them.
So after Abby (she's really not comfortable with calling her mom yet) leaves on trip back home; she makes her rounds and goes to cast that stupid spell that got Willow in trouble with Tara just for the hell of it. Because a bored witch is a busy witch. Gathering all the supplies she gets the Lethe's Bramble and holds the crystal on her necklace reciting Willows words. Afterwards she tosses the Lethe's Bramble in the fireplace. Poof! abracadabra Tabula Rasa she thinks.
Later that night, her little experiment is all but forgotten and she indulges in a hot bath musing over the many ways she could kill Damon and get away with it. He did snap her mother's neck after all, and witches are like elephants; they never forget.
During the night she has a weird dream of a place not her own. She's still Bonnie but her skin is paler, and her hair is as fiery as her personality, worst of all she's sharing a kiss with one Damon Salvatore. She wakes up in a cold sweat at 5 am letting out a sigh of relief when she sees she's alone. The next time she dreams its of sandcastle discos and the Easter bunny. A smile tweaks at her lips the dream is dumb and meaningless just how she likes it.
On her way to one of those epic group meetings that always ever end in disaster she grabs the stemmed concoction from the fireplace. Subconsciously, she clutches the crystal around her neck and heads out the door. Its bound to be a long day and she says a silent prayer that Damon isn't PMSing today. She's really not in the mood for him. Then again is she ever?
Five minutes inside the mansion of hell she sighs exasperatedly. He's already hounding her. She feels the Lord is really testing her right now; because she'd love nothing more than turn his brain to mush.
Its not until she's in an all out war with Damon about her little deal with Klaus when it happens. They're in each others faces noses only inches apart spit flying everywhere and fangs bared that it happens. Just as she narrows those emerald eyes to unleash the aneurysm from hell; the crystal glows and everyone starts dropping like flies.
First its Matt and Tyler both going down with a hard thud barely missing the bar. Then its Caroline, palm to forehead in classic "Hollywood" fashion as if she just knew she'd be next and wanted to go out fiercely. Alaric doesn't even make it in the door good before he's down for the count unbeknownst to the others.
At this point she's starting to panic because the person she wanted to put down is still in her personal space while everyone else is laid out on the floor. Damon has on his "wtf" look now, eyebrow arched eyes wide as "ripper Stefan" goes down fighting. The eternal stud chuckles mercilessly at the scene of the fallen scoobies to Bonnie's horror. That is until his precious Elena falls unceremoniously on top of Stefan. Now he's feeling uncomfortable and giving Bonnie those crazy wild eyes. Just as he and Bonnie get ready to blame each other they both fall back onto the couch in a deep sleep.
When Bonnie's green eyes fluttered open again she's met head on with an intense gaze. She flinches at first at the contact. His eyes are so disturbingly striking that she can't help but return his stare. Not quite blue, not quite gray, but they're so crystal and so beautiful that she's flushing. A real "hello red cheeks" blush that she can feel.
She surveys her surroundings and sees several pairs of eyes that are foreign and that alarmed feeling is coming back. She still feels his glare on her profile and settles under his scrutiny. In any other circumstance she'd probably be screaming, but his furrowed brows and the fact that's he's caressing her cheek as a man does his lover calms her beating heart. She exhales a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Is she alright?" a deep timbre voice calls from behind. Its so familiar yet so strange, but she can hear the worry laced in it so she thinks maybe she knows the green-eyed stud with caramel hair.
The picturesque man in front of her breaks their intense stare briefly to acknowledge the guy, but his orbs quickly find there way back to the honey colored goddess he'd woken up to in his arms.
"What do you say beautiful?" he coos his thumb and forefinger rubbing gently on each cheek. "Are you alright?"
She feels her breath hitch again as the cool breeze from his mouth fans her lips. A little gasp escapes her mouth and he smirks down at her. A cocky little twitch of his lips and a glint in his eye. He's looking at her lips now, with such fervor that she can't come up with a coherent thought and only nods. She feels as if she should be bothered by this, but the fog in her brain doesn't let her think it through and she's smiling back. Taking that as an invitation he leans in closer to the bronze beauty. The smell of wildflowers and vanilla drawing him in as honey would a bee.
She snaps her eyes shut just as his cool lips entwine with hers.
I know the chapter's short, its actually probably the shortest chapter of every story I've written; but its for a reason. I'm thinking this story may span 3-5 chapters if I get really creative, plus I have other stories to finish so since it's a short story I'm doing short chapters. Anywho thanks for reading reviews are love good, bad, and ugly (but polite) =).