The Magic Of Love
Bonnie sighed as she stared at her phone, reading yet another of Elena's depressed text messages.
"I feel so alone, so cold, I can't do this any more Bonnie. Help me."
She threw her phone down on the bed in anger. She wished she could help Elena, make her human again, but she couldn't. Not after her experiences with the dark side of magic; it was far too risky. It was about time Elena accepted the fact that she was a vampire, and nobody could change that, not even a Bennett witch.
"You know there's nothing I can do Elena, believe me I wish I could help, but I can't. Come over to talk?"
Bonnie paced in her room, trying desperately not to cry. She felt so helpless, so useless, but she had to stay strong. Elena was truly miserable and there was nothing she could do about it. Her best friend was a vampire. She would outlive Bonnie, experience the famous transition heightened emotions, and kill. That wasn't the Elena she knew. But it was the Elena she'd have to get used to. Her phone vibrated quietly on the bed:
"Be there soon."
A thought hit Bonnie.
Maybe she could use a simple transfiguration spell to transform Elena back to a human again. Without further ado, Bonnie rushed to the desk, lit some candles and began chanting something in Latin. A gust of wind blew the flickering candles out and the room was suddenly cold. Opening her eyes, Bonnie saw her grandmother standing in front of her.
"Grams!", she shouted, surprised.
"I've warned you once, twice, if not a million times, Bonnie Bennett. No more magic; the forces don't want you practising. You leave me no choice. This is the only way I can protect you."
There was a bright flash, and Bonnie felt a sharp tug deep inside her. Soon all was silent, and she was once again alone in the dull room.
Trying to remedy the murkiness of the room, Bonnie pointed to a candle to relight it. To her surprise, nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing. Confused, she attempted to levitate the pencil on her desk. Nothing.
"Grams must have removed my powers!", she thought in disgust.
"This is the only way I can protect you..." Bonnie relived the words. She couldn't believe it: her own grandmother had done this to her. Now she definitely couldn't help Elena.
Bonnie wandered absent- mindedly out of her room and down the stairs, but paused when she caught sight of the front door.
It was wide open.
She was certain she had locked it, and Elena couldn't possibly be here already, could she?
"It was probably just the wind", she thought to herself. With some uncertainty, she stepped quietly and slowly progressed to the kitchen.
"Hello?", she inquired. No reply.
Why was she so paranoid? It was her house; there was nothing to be afraid of.
Or so she thought.
Opening the fridge to see what food she had, Bonnie felt a warm breath on her neck. She whipped around, but saw nothing but her empty kitchen. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the contents of the fridge. She withdrew a carton of juice and strode over to the table, sitting down slowly. She picked up her phone again, but had no new messages. Jeremy's number caught her eye and for a moment she lit up, but her heart sunk as she remembered they were no longer dating. With a sigh, she put her phone down on the tabletop again. All the memories they shared together came flooding back, but she forced them out of her mind. She missed him with all her heart, but under no circumstances was she letting him see that. No. She'd look the strong one that way.
Bonnie was just finishing her juice when she heard a scraping sound behind her. She turned around, but once more saw nothing.
"This is ridiculous, Bonnie. Pull yourself together", she muttered.
Turning back to her phone, she felt a hand firmly grab her arm. Startled, she screamed and tried to pull away, but before she knew it, everything was black.