Part 2
"We need her to open the vault."
"No, we need to keep the hybrids as well, they have the stone, and we can't just let a group as special as them go."
"If Virginia hadn't forced the other witch to seal the vault, we wouldn't even be here."
"You think I don't know that?"
Bonnie listened hazily to the voices around her. She didn't quite understand what they were talking about. Her eyelids fluttered, and she tried to make out where she was through her blurry vision. As she registered what had happened to her, she gasped and sat up straight.
Her head spinning, she tried to stand up but only fell back down onto the hard bed.
"Settle…" a female voice came from across the room, "No need to make a scene."
Bonnie's eyes moved up to see the two females stepping over to her.
"You drugged and kidnapped me, how did you think I'd react?" she huffed and pressed a palm to her aching head.
"Fair enough…" the tallest woman spoke, "I am Alexandria, this is Malia."
Bonnie stared at them with a blank face with absolutely zero interest in having a get to know you with her captors. Lifting a hand, she whispered a spell, but much to her surprise, rather than flying back into the huge glass window behind them, they remained standing.
"My apologies." Alex smiled, "Your magic has been blocked for the time being."
Alex shifted on her feet, and looked to the side. Bonnie turned to head to see Damon was lying on the bed over, still unconscious.
"Damon." Bonnie whispered and then looked back at the women, "What do you want from us?"
"We need you to open a vault for us." Malia told her, brushing a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear.
"You did all this, just so I could open a vault?" Bonnie questioned, wishing she had her magic so she could light them on fire.
"I'm assuming I need my magic to open this vault, how am I supposed to open it when you've blocked my magic?" she asked another question, but the two women remained quiet, just glancing at each other.
Bonnie eyed them, trying to figure out their importance to one another. This would be important in deciding who to attack first.
Malia stood close to Alex, her body turned towards her, left hand close to Alex's right hand. Alex's body language was much the same. They did not look like siblings. Malia's hair, and skin was much darker than Alex's, even Bonnie's, and the angles of her face were sharper. Alex's skin was olive toned, her hair a lighter brown, her face rounder. Their accents were also much different. Alex seemed British while Malia's accent pointed more towards Italian.
The two women whispered some things to each other, while Bonnie started to get an idea of how they were connected.
"Tell me, Alexandria..." Bonnie started interrupting them, "...whose idea was it to kidnap Damon too, yours, or your girlfriends?"
Both women were caught off guard with this question, which only confirmed Bonnie's thoughts.
Malia did not look as though she would jump to save Alex, however, Alex looked as though she was ready to jump in front of a burning car for her.
Bonnie had been through enough with the heretics attacking her, she was not going to let strangers use her for her magic. Enough people had done this, and it was getting old.
Her eyes flickered back over to Damon, and she saw his eyes peak open.
He was awake.
Bonnie tilted her head towards the women, and Damon blinked a few times to let her know he was just lying low. She bit at her lip, looking back towards Alex and Malia.
"We will unblock your abilities once you agree to do the job for us." Alex told her, stepping forward.
"Why do I have to do it?" Bonnie inquired, slowly closing her hands in fists.
She knew there was something not right with the situation. If any witch could open their vault, they would have endless options of magical beings.
"You have the heretics, I heard you." she continued when they didn't answer, "They can siphon magic, have them unseal your vault."
Malia tightened her jaw, "You are the one who has to do it, Bonnie."
Bonnie cringed at the way the woman said her name. Demanding… Cold.
"That's not going to happen." she replied, and pushed up from the bed, hurling her fist at Malia with all of her strength.
Her fist made contact with Mali's face and the woman stumbled back a few steps. Alex instantly rushed to defend Malia just like Bonnie predicted. Bonnie fought with Alex, knocking her upside the head a few times. Damon got up as quickly as he could, feeling a bit weak still. He stepped over, shoving Malia backwards. She hit the wall, banging her head and passing out. Swallowing hard, his head whipped over to see Alex and Bonnie almost on the floor, practically clawing at each other. He grabbed Alex by the back of her neck, pulled her up, spun her around and held her up two feet off the ground.
"W-we just need her to open the vault." Alexandria choked out, wide eyed, feet dangling.
"Sorry, but BonBon isn't listed with rent a witch."
Damon squeezed at her neck, ready to cut off her air way completely.
"Damon, come on." Bonnie's voice called him as she ran over to the door across the room.
He dropped the woman to the floor, and quickly walked over to follow Bonnie out.
Shoving the door open, she turned down the corridor, Damon following slower than usual behind her. His veins were dry, heart beating sluggishly… An alarm suddenly sounded in the building, ringing loudly in their ears.
Damon could hear footsteps running down the halls heading for them.
"Turn around!" he yelled, and they started running the way they had came.
Bonnie huffed as they rounded the corner down another corridor. Damon stumbled, black spots sprinkled along his vision.
"What's wrong?" she looked over at him, sweat pooling along her hairline.
"They…" Damon coughed, "...vervained me, I feel like I have needles in every inch of my skin."
Bonnie reached over grabbing his hand, pulling him along side her. They reached an open set of double doors leading to a main room.
"Come on." she pulled him into the room and they both worked to pull the large doors shut.
Damon locked every mechanism on the door, leaning against it breathing heavily.
The room around them was massive. Covering almost every inch of the door were relics, swords, idols.
"What is this place?" Bonnie whispered.
"I don't know but we need to find a way out." he replied, speeding with all of his strength to one of the opec doors across the room.
He pushed, pulled, but the door wouldn't open. He lifted one of his steel-toed boots and kicked at the glass, but it was useless.
"What the hell are these doors made of?" he growled, slamming his fist against the door.
Bonnie eyed around the room. She knew if they couldn't get out, they'd at least need something to defend themselves with.
"Grab a weapon." she called over to Damon who was still across the room.
"What?" he asked, getting dizzy.
Bonnie pulled an ax that was almost as tall as her body from it's holder on one of the tables and held it up beside her like a scythe.
"Get a weapon!" she repeated and turned towards the door, armed.
However, as she heard Damon's footsteps behind her, she felt her magic tingling very dull at her fingertips. Her chest tingling, she turned to the side a little, feeling drawn to one of the display cases.
"What are you doing?" Damon questioned.
Bonnie stopped in front of the glass display case. Inside it, was a vintage vanity mirror. It's framing and handle were golden, the glass of the mirror reflecting light from the ceiling.
She reached her free hand out, pressing her fingertips to the glass. Suddenly a shock buzzed through her hand, making her gasp and drop the ax to the floor with a clatter.
He stepped over looking between her and the door several times worriedly.
"What is that?" he asked, picking up the ax in his right hand.
"I need it." Bonnie whispered, a warm tingle in her head, along her skin.
Damon furrowed his brow, "Bonnie, they're going to figure out we're in here eventually."
"I need the mirror!" she said in a huff, grabbing the ax from him.
Before he could object, she sent the blade of it crashing into the glass. It shattered all around them, cutting up their lower arms, and hands. She didn't seem to care however, reaching into the broken case and grabbing the mirror off it's pedestal. The second the mirrors ornate slender handle was in her fist, she snapped back to reality.
"Oh, my god. I'm sorry." she exhaled, looking over at Damon who was giving her a worried look.
He grabbed the mirror from her.
"I don't want you touching this, there's something up with it." he murmured, turning it around.
There was a creme colored sticky note on the back of it. He pealed it off, revealing the white and floral decaled back. The mirror was heavy, solid gold, and looked as though it dated further back than the twentieth century.
As the alarm continued to go off, Bonnie had a sinking feeling, which was confirmed when there was banging on the closed door.
"Akantha's mirror reflects the passage of time upon its holder." Damon read, and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah right."
Bonnie blinked, "Wait, passage of time. That could mean the future right?"
"I guess but-" he started, however she had already grabbed it from him and turned it around to look in it.
"I don't see anything." she furrowed her brow.
Bonnie stared into the mirror even harder. If there was a chance she could find out if they were going to live or die, what was going to happen to them, she wanted to know. She lifted her hand, wondering if you needed to make contact with the glass to be shown your future.
Damon's eyes flickered back to the note, and he realized there was more on the back, reaching over to touch Bonnie's arm as he head.
"Warning, when touched by a witch Akantha's mirror will…" he trailed off, "Wait, Bonnie don't touch the glass!"
Unfortunately, Bonnie's fingertips were already gliding along the glass of the mirror. Suddenly, Bonnie's entire body was engulfed in a thick purple smoke.
Her eyes flooded with color, and the world seemed to melt around her. In an inadvertent chain of events, Damon was caught in the same waving clouds of smoke. Their bodies were numb, vitality spinning around them, until even their souls were ripping themselves apart at the seams.
Everything disappeared into a white hot light that seared into their eyes. Their minds disconnected, as if they were lost in translation. Unaware of their colorless, burning, never ending surroundings, they were unsure who they were.
Suddenly, all in a pulsing moment, they were face to face with the whole of the cosmos. Their souls took view of the vast awe-inspiring beauty that flickered past them at light speed as the stars pieced Bonnie and Damon's essence back together.
They were a blurring line of existence and non existence. As the galaxy encompassed them, and they were reunited with the first second of time, everything went black.
Bonnie's eyelids twitched, her breath shallow and she wasn't sure if she was awake or sleeping. However, as light poured into her eyes, blurring her vision, she was certain that she was at least alive.
She felt a damp pressure against her forehead. As her vision cleared, her green eyes saw the rounded, dark skinned face of an older woman. She was patting along Bonnie's face with a wet rag, a worried look in her eyes.
"I was 'fraid you wasn't well child." the woman spoke, her voice wasn't familiar.
"Where am I?" Bonnie mumbled, confused, as a matter of fact she wasn't just confused about where she was, but who she was.
The woman removed the rag from her head, and helped her sit up slowly.
"My son found you lyin' outside on the Forbes property." she told her.
Bonnie furrowed her brow, looking down at herself, and back up at the woman. The woman was dressed in an old brown ankle length dress, with long sleeves, and a bonnet covering her hair. Bonnie realized she was not dressed the same. She was wearing pants, and a shirt sleeve shirt.
She had a feeling she didn't belong wherever she was. Lifting her hand, she rubbed at her head, trying to remember.
"What year is it?" she questioned.
The woman chuckled and stood up from the hair beside the cot.
"Eighteen sixty three, sweetheart."
Suddenly, Bonnie's memories came flooding back to her.
Amsterdam, the heretics… Alex, Malia, the weapons.
The mirror.
"Damon..." Bonnie breathed, and stood up quickly.
"Eighteen sixty three… Oh, my god, Damon!"
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