The Switch
Prologue
So, this isn't exactly what I meant. Bonnie frowned at her reflection in the mirror.
The last thing she remembered, she had was flipping through Emily's grimoire on a Friday night alone at home while Caroline was figuring out her Matt/Tyler drama and Elena was curled up somewhere cozy with Stefan. Elena and Stefan hadn`t told anyone where they had gone for the evening, undoubtedly in an attempt to get away from Damon and those maniacal, prying eyes. Bonnie had bit her tongue at the prospect of him roaming Mystic Falls unsupervised, but she knew what the time alone meant to Elena, so she kept quiet.
Music was blaring in Bonnie`s headphones, and she was sprawled on her stomach on the bed kicking her feet back and forth in time. Something by Paramore, about stopping the world from turning into a Monster – it had spoken to her soul as she munched her father`s famous chocolate chip cookies dipped in milk. It had been a rare uneventful evening when she found the spell and felt a delicious tingle of joy at the prospect.
Switch, the spell had been labelled simply: a spell to cause two spirits to switch bodies, bound either by a time period proportionate to the burning out of a candle's flame, or by a specified act known only in the heart of the spell caster. Switch, Bonnie had thought wickedly, her smile lighting up at the thought of punishing Damon for his many transgressions without even having to be near him.
He was feasting on someone, Bonnie thought. She knew it because every time a life was stolen from Mystic Falls in way she could have prevented, she felt that familiar pang of guilt – a pang of guilt that reminded her of her Grams, and of Emily, and of the vampire who was supposed to be her protector but was so much better at playing tormentor.
How easy it would be to make him switch places with his victim! Preferably in mid-bite! Right before she passed out from the blood loss, but not long enough for her body to die with his soul in it. As much as Damon deserved the death he had dished out so heartlessly time and time again, Bonnie shuddered at the thought of an innocent co-ed being trapped in his lifeless, cold body.
So, her mind filled with lyrics and blood pumping with a sugar, she cast the spell.
She cast the spell and fell into a comfortable sleep.
That`s what she remembered last: her father walking into the room, turning off the lights, and kissing her goodnight.
But now, as she gaped into the mirror, running her hands across the new angles of her face in the stark, dark room filled with cold, lifeless contemporary furniture, she knew something had gone horribly wrong. She was no longer the petite, caramel skinned witch with long black hair and delicate features. Her skin was a pale, cold white and her soft body was replaced with sharp, hard angles. She was taller, too, looking down at the mirror from an unfamiliar angle. But worst of all – her heart didn`t beat.
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This is either the worst hang over ever, Damon thought as he looked in the mirror to see a petite girl with brown skin and pink lips wearing his trademark smirk and raised the edge of her cotton night gown up over her stomach and higher, or the best.