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They were more of her than she was.
Whatever their souls were made out of, theirs and hers were the same...
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She stroked the crows head with her fingers when she felt him begin to thrash about, the second she stepped through the attic even as the cat jumped on the table she usually used to mix her herbs. The raven was on its normal spot nestled into her neck though she too felt it tense up at the feel of the attic. The only two seemingly unbothered were the cat who was lounging lazily on her mixing table and the dog sniffing about curiously.
"Shh its ok, it's ok." She cooed her grip tightening on the bird just slightly, just in case it tried to flee out the nearest window. "No need to panic everything is fine, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
The bird stopped flailing its wings but she could still feeling the tension radiating off of the creature in waves and wondered not if the creature felt the magic the hummed in the room because it was obvious to her that it did but a matter of why. Why were these creatures so sensitive to magic? Had they been in the company of a witch before? Was that the reason why they were missing or had damaged organs?
"What you are feeling is my magic I'm here more often than I am at home and I practice a lot of my spells and potions here, my families' magical essence also covers many of these things. Ancient tombs, amulets, talismans all with our magic covering it so that no one outside of our magical line may access the secrets of power hidden within" She said as she continued stroking the bird and smiled as the one on her shoulder seemed to relax and perk up at this information. "It won't hurt you as it serves to protect Bennett witches like myself from my enemies, so just be calm."
"Hm it seems that you appear to be in luck my friends." Bonnie said as she stared at the spell to regrow body organs. It seemed that one of her distant cousins crafted the spell to help her excel in medical school.
Praise be to the gods for crafty Bennett's with ambition.
Bonnie quickly gathered the herbs necessary mixing them and while dancing and humming softly to the music that played softly from her ipod as the crow and raven sat perched on her shoulder while the cat seemed more than content to bask in the sunlight from the window and the dog in a corner shrouded in the shadows.
"Alrighty my little carrion crow it's time," She said and gently gathered her little friend from her shoulder and placing it next to the raven. "but because your condition worries me the most you won't have the pleasure of going first."
"You've all been so incredibly patient, but I will need you to hold still for just a little while longer." Bonnie said as she spread the herbal remedy on a thin piece of cloth, taking note the feline and dog had awoken from their slumber and had made its way towards her and the birds.
"If it would please your highness, you will have the pleasure of going first." Bonnie said her lip twitching when she could have sworn the cat let out a pleased 'hn'.
As much as Bonnie wanted to work of the crow with the extensive damage done to its eyes it was the same reason that made her save him for last, magic could be a fickle thing when it wanted to be and no way was she going to risk making it worse so she would start off with something simpler, repair blind eyes and then working up to replacing one and then when she was sure she had the hang of it only then would she repair her feathery friends.
Without any real reason to justify her actions other than because she's a witch and could Bonnie continued to speak to them, humanizing them further than like she had been doing since the moment she met them and took them home "I am spreading the solution on a strip big enough for your head, then I will tie it before saying the incantation, please continue to bear with me and before long you should have your sight returned to you in its previous state before whatever it was that happened to make you lose them."
The feline let out a meow but otherwise remain completely still as Bonnie wrapped the cloth around its eyes, she looked down the dog to see it had a rather intense look on its face as it stared at the cloth and her hand placed around the feline's eyes, it was the tensest she had seen the playful creature and she couldn't help but wonder why.
Ossio dispersimus, ferula tergeo… Bonnie chanted as her hand rested over the feline's eyes.
Bonnie let her magic roll off her in waves, continuing to chant the incantation until she felt the need to stop, and when she did she noticed the sun was still how in the sky though her watch told her she had lost an hour border lining two.
She slowly began to remove the cloth her eyes widening as she let out an involuntary gasp at the sight before her.
There flaring a fiery crimson were two identical three bars stretching from the feline enlarged pupils.
Bonnie blinked her eyes staring into the feline's eyes once more to see not wild shades of crimson but instead the darkest obsidian.
"Huh…for a second there-" She glanced to her phone's screen flashing red as Elena called her before she shook her head, chalking it just a play on the lights off her cell which she ignored.
She then checked over the cat watching it as it followed her every move with those too intelligent dark eyes before nodding and checking over herself to see if she could do another spell.
The wolfdog whined when she set her eyes on him but that didn't deter Bonnie in the slightest, in fact it spurred her actions.
"You'll let me heal you up, so you can be strong because you're a good boy, right?" She cooed, and she sat around him. Unlike the cat who was more than content to sit quietly throughout the ordeal, her wolfdog was fidgety, anxious even and squirmed in her grasp. Those he seemed to stiffen up at her words.
"You're a good boy, right? My good boy, my protector." She said as she wrapped the bandage around his head though she only put the herbs on the left side for obvious reasons.
"And because I know you're my good boy, I don't have to worry, because I know you'll sit tight and let me heal you up." She continued talking to him while her hands worked themselves into her fur and giving him a massage to calm the dog down.
"And when we're finished I'll have to get you a treat, good boys deserve treats yeah?" She cooed as she got comfortable on the floor the dog sprawled across her lap as one hand was placed over his eyes and the other rubbed his belly as her magic wrapped around him in a protective blanket forcing him to relax before beginning the same spell.
Bonnie's hands trembled slightest by the time she had finished the spell, her body was also covered in the slightest sheen of sweat, she was hungry, and she could go for a cat nap. But she was happy, she was happy because her dog had not only one eye but two.
It had taken her a moment to catch her breath, so she hadn't had the chance to immediately take off the bindings like she had with the cats but when she did she was met with one obsidian colored eye and but his left surprised her by being a muted shade of grey.
"How interesting…" Bonnie murmured as she stared into his eyes to see that despite them being to different colors that yes, they were perfectly healthy and strong if the way that he tracked her movements was anything to go by.
She glanced down at her watch, the wolfdog's procedure had taken twice as long as the cats pulling a little over four and a half hours from her and in a couple of hours the sun would be setting.
"Let's get a bite to eat." Bonnie said before standing. She didn't realize she had been swaying until she heard a whine come from her canine friend.
She smiled stabilizing her feet before patting the dogs head. "I'm fine big guy, I just need to get some food in me and I'll be right as rain. Such a good boy for looking out for me."
Bonnie made herself and her animal friends a sandwich and drinking a cup of tea because her grams always had tea to spare before deciding to get back to business.
"Alrighty." She said rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. "Last but certainly not least…"
She lifted her little feathered friends and began the same process as the others, though this time she decided that she would not only heal the carrion crows eyes but the ravens as well.
She debated the risks, tossing around the worst case scenarios in her head of what could possibly happen…worst case she would die…but she of course had no intentions of dying today.
Bonnie merely grit her teeth the moment she felt the first coat of sweat cover her form. Then she proceeded to widen her stance when she felt her legs quiver and tremble.
Her breath began to labor and when she felt the first trickle of blood slide down her nose she merely clicked her tongue against her teeth and wiped it with her shoulder before stiffened her spine.
Bonnie wasn't a fool, she knew very well witchcraft has its limits. If she pushed too hard too soon, it pushed back…the spirits pushed back…
The spirits were there lurking in wait, watching witches alike young and old, ready rip the rug from under any witch that got too magic happy, to remind than that for all the power that witches could wield, witches were not invincible.
However, Bonnie was a clever little Bennett witch, she knew, had learned from a very young age that no matter what, there was a loophole in everything especially magic…nothing was impossible for a witch, especially one with power.
Her resolve was clear as she stared at nothing in particular, she felt wind whip past her though it was not strong enough to cut her like she knew it could be. Never mind that none of the windows were open.
She felt the spirits warning…that didn't mean that she was going to stop.
Her chanting grew louder in an act of sheer defiance.
She wasn't going to bow to the spirits. She would not yield to the spirits.
The wind seemed to shirk at her act, and she only raised her voice an octave higher when it came back just as fast slashing at her cheek. The blood from her nose trickled faster but Bonnie remained standing stiff.
What was a little blood to be lost anyway?
Bonnie continued chanting.
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The Bennett coven was a formidable coven indeed. From the eldest sister and matriarch Qetsiyah Bennett the middle sisters who were blessed to be born twins Chaviva and Leila Bennett to the youngest of the four Naami Bennett.
The four each having frightening understanding and power over the elements of nature, though each sister having a personal preference of one element over the other.
The four sisters were a damn right terror when they felt like they were slighted. The temperaments of the Bennett women were as equally infamous as their beauty, intelligence and power…
Though the warnings were there…
Warm, practical nurturing and motherly sage eyed Chaviva Bennett who coddled and doted on the young child of there coven could and would just as easily walk through an enemy coven's crop field and with each step pull the nutrients from the crops causing them to face famine until said coven gave up the person who she felt slighted her, having no remorse that she was making an entire clan suffer because the actions of a single person.
Playful and carefree to the point of laziness Leila Bennett was as equally vindictive as her younger twin sister though she chose to extract her vengeance personally not seeing the appeal of dragging a whole coven down, her hazel green eyes glittering as she would sneak into the home of her offender soundlessly, making herself comfortable in their dwelling even as created a vacuum around her offender and choked them to death before leaving as breezily as she came.
Even sweet, innocent, patient and compassionate young Naami Bennett who was the second best at healing after her older sister Chaviva was not one to take a slight against her, though never proven there was not a single doubt that any amongst witches alike that any men who grew a taste for forcefully deflowering young maidens would sooner find themselves drowning on their own saliva or seemingly having their organs, muscles and tendons shattering because they had been frozen. Young Naami would not be found too far from the scene large doe viridian eyes that were usually so translucent, dark murky and cold as the dead sea hiding away the beast that swim just beneath.
None however had the worst reactions to slights against herself sister and coven, then the eldest sister. Qetsiyah Bennett was a living breathing firestorm with emerald green eyes that seemed to glow eerily when she was caught in one of her moments. The matriarch did nothing halfway. When she loved she loved hard and with reckless abandon…but when she hated…
…hell, hath no fury like hers…
Qetsiyah was as equally passionate as her favorited elemental, she was the creator of not only the immortality spell but also the phrase 'crime of passion'
Qetsiyah Bennett watched her direct descendant Bonnie Bennett and couldn't help the 'cat caught the canary' smirk that stretched across her lips.
"It's is like watching a younger version of myself…" She mused quietly but that did not stop her voice from resounding around to all the female Bennett's that resided on the plane with her.
A militia of varying shades of green eyes that were traditionally passed from one Bennett to another snapped to another locking on their founder's heir as well.
This was nothing of a new practice to the fallen Bennett witches, watching of their remaining living relatives is what they did. Bennett's always looked after their own after all…
So, it was no secret that their founder favored Bonnie Bennett, she truly was an exceptional young witch. She was packed, brimming with power and beauty, sharp as a whistle and with the infamous Bennett temper to boot…
But there were times, many and more to come they were sure… that her ancestors noted that the young witch not only just pushed the limits, the boundaries of magic, but demolished the very borders.
Now was one of those times.
Several pairs of eyes, all unique shades of green watched the young heiress of their beloved coven as she raised her voice defiantly her magic whipping around, snarling like a rabid beast baring its fangs in warning before just as quickly calming, resembling the aura of a coven elder it was so controlled and precise as it poured into her familiars to recover what once was lost.
"Tch that stubborn brat." Sheila's lips turned down in a scowl but her sage colored orbs gleamed with pride.
"Our granddaughter loves to walk the fine line, doesn't she?" Emily Bennett mused as she too watched over the young Bonnie Bennett.
"Walk? To hell with that, she dances across it." Leila Bennett snickered waving to the image of the youthful Bonnie Bennett's eyes flash as the spell finished. The girl had just enough energy to unwrap the eyes of both the birds while smirking victoriously before she slumped to the floor of the attic from exhaustion, her canine familiar immediately jumping to his keeper's side and nudging her as the feline came at a more sedated pace though the witches to see the concern clear in the felines eyes. The birds were worse than the canine their wings flapping wildly as the squawked to each other before the feline hissed at them making them fall silent.
"She spits in the face of the spirits every chance gets. Honestly, sometimes Sheila I don't know if you've raised that girl right to be so confident in her abilities or if she's just that arrogant." Leila said with exasperation before her lips grew to something wolfish. "but I love it."
"You would, you were always one to love the mischievous, the rule breakers." Qetsiyah's lip twitching in amusement. But then I would expect nothing less, I practically raised you in my image
Leila beamed. "Ah well you know fire and air feed off of each other dear sister, of course we are drawn to those equally passionate and playful. The one that aren't afraid of breaking the rules or having a bit of fun are naturally the ones we are drawn too."
"Please don't tell me that's why you go with Ayana, just to keep the little misfit company as he slumbers?" Chaviva huffed at her older sister.
Leila puffed out her chest and cheeks, but her hazel eyes sharpened. "Naturally. He might be a vampire now, but he was supposed to be ours."
"You mean he was supposed to be yours." Chaviva said, the image of Bonnie fading as the image of one Kol Mikaelson briefly replaced it. the boy was young, he had only seen eighteen summers before he was murdered. Wavy chocolate brown hair with equally rich earthy brown eyes, he was tall but that was to be expected being the son of a Viking, lean with an athletic built.
"Yes, I remember him well, a fine young man, marrying a magical prodigy like he was, was hard to come by outside of one's coven. Mother and I were sure he would have worn the Bennett name well…" Myra Bennett spoke dejectedly as she stared at the image of Kol Mikaelson.
Ayana Bennett wrapped her arm around her youngest daughter but didn't speak, instead watching over Leila's reactions.
Leila remained silent, but they all knew that it went without saying. Kol Mikaelson was supposed to have been integrated within the Bennett coven. He had been engaged to Myra who bore the favored of Leila.
Kol had been snatched from Leila Bennett welcoming clutches the moment Esther Mikaelson betrayed Ayana poisoning her children with a perverted version of her eldest sister's spell, she wailed as she watched the boy she had thought of as her son be run through by his father's sword.
She watched as the boy's eyes filled with heart ache confusion and betrayal at his father's actions as well as his mothers as she merely remained seated as she husband slaughter them all. She didn't even spare her youngest son a fleeting glance even as he took his last breath calling out to her.
But nothing was worse than watching Kol complete the transition, watching Kol learn the consequences…the price of a powerful warlock such as he, becoming a vampire. Watching her beloved Kol's mind shatter before her eyes when the realization that he was no longer held the keys to unlock the earths power, that he was no longer a welcome recipient of nature's love and affection.
She would never forgive Esther Mikaelson for that. For stealing him from her.
"You are right sister…the fire burns brighter in this one…I wonder if it is because she is lonely. It is too bad Abigail is being cantankerous, even if she did not want to return to the child Bonnie could use a sibling. Abigail is still young yet, she could easily carry another Bennett witch to term." Naami said and just as quickly the image of Kol was gone replaced once more with Bonnie Bennett.
"Ah, I believe dissatisfaction is a symptom of her ambition. It's the coal that keeps her fire burning." Qetsiyah said playing along with her youngest sister, knowing how Leia felt about the youngest male Mikaelson.
"She's growing quite nicely, but of course that's to be expected, Bennett women have always been clever as the devil-" Beatrix Bennett spoke as she watched the young witch resting.
"And twice as pretty." The other Bennett females spoke automatically.
"She should have had more suitors vying for her attention, then perhaps she wouldn't need as many familiars as she has…royalty she may be, she does not live in the old world were having more than one lover is easily excepted or approved of…she herself is still struggling with finding herself worthy as a lover for a lover…this change will be rather hard for her." Beatrice said with a saddened sigh.
"Neither the vampires nor that cursed child will let her be truly, and though she's made progress, she has not the strength to full break her shackles…That is why they are all necessary, they will be key components to her sure survival. Darkness; will soon befall Mystic Falls and our granddaughter will need to be ready for that…" Emily said placing a hand on Beatrice's shoulder.
"It goes without saying that she won't die, especially now that she's called upon them she couldn't have summoned better. Strong and skilled, and more possessive than a wolf in heat the lot of them…they will be willing to do whatever is necessary to make sure that no matter what Bonnie will come out on top…she'll have a lot of fun too, they are all so teeth achingly attractive…" Naami said gazing fondly at the image provided.
The congregation nodding in approval, whispers of overpowered children with wild dark hair, girls with glittering green eyes and boys with glaring crimson.
"Her sons the perfect soldiers, her daughter formidable leaders…" Yes, the whispers echoed throughout the female ghosts, because even though the Bennett coven was powerful on its own, they would never turn down the chance at adding new and equally power bloodline to their ranks.
"She has yet to complete the bonds though…she won't be siring anything until they have tangible bodies of their own, not to mention getting the other two to fall in line." Chaviva noted.
"It matters not, even the ones that run from her will are only running in an invisible circle. And all paths lead to her. Them trying to veer from her is like a human trying to capture the wind in their hands." Leila chuckled.
"Ah and Viva that's not true, Bonnie has a bond completely active with the carrion crow, despite neither of them knowing that…" Qetsiyah smirked and the others watched as even though the canine and feline had equally seemed to curl into Bonnie in an attempt to wrap her in their warm it was the little carrion crow that flitted around worriedly above her, not stopping even as the raven squawked to him quietly."…the poor dear…perhaps we shall help him get his hands on her…he must be worried about his lady's health…it helps not he has no fingers to check over her…"
"Eh, but isn't that cheating?" A young Leota Bennett asked suddenly and barely resisted the urge to crumble, popping out of her astral state under the weighted stare of her ancestors. She was a prideful Bennett but damn having an array of penetrating green orbs locked onto at one time was a bit unnerving.
Lucy sensing her younger sisters distress spoke just as softly. "What Leo means to ask is wont the spirits consider that against the rules if you interfered?"
"Tch how foolish. I would have thought Johanna taught you better." Lucy and Leota tensed at the remark not only against them but their mother and from their grandmother no less. Lucy and Leota knew better than to respond though.
"Solange; bit your tongue. Lucy is only two years Bonnie's senior and in Leota's case three years her junior." Minerva Bennett spoke, her mint eyes flashing in warning towards her younger daughter.
Lucy and Leota remained quiet, Leota was too young to remember but Lucy wasn't, their grandmother was a stern woman, one that didn't take to any type of weakness or insubordination…a trait that she got from her own mother. The two similar personalities more often than not clashed against each other.
Solange stared at her mother unflinchingly before her pickle colored eyes were drawn toward her older sister Dea whose chartreuse eyes glittered as she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Just because they have more encounters with vampires do not make them an expert, Sol. They just like Bonnie are still children and have much to learn." Dea said evenly before glancing at Lucy and Leota winking. "It isn't cheating if they don't catch you…"
"Dea is right after all one must learn the rules before they can break them properly." Amelia Bennett spoke up a wicked twinkle in her fern eyes.
Lucy and Leota blinked before nodding with their elder's words.
"Well then let's give him a little push in the right direction eh?" Qetsiyah said her lips twitching in amusement before her spirt disappeared from the very world she created.
With the original queen of the coven off to secure her heiress ties to her familiars, Lucy and Leota continued with the lessons on astral projection while listening to their ancestors continue to mingle upon themselves, looking less like a bunch of dead witches and more like a group of gossiping housewives.
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He was panicking…and no matter how his cousin tried to calm him, reassure him the soft spoken words fell on deaf ears. His anxiety only spiked higher. He was no medical nin but he was surely that he was reaching rather unhealthy levels and he wasn't sure, but this could potentially be categorized as a panic attack.
And kami, why the hell was he getting so damn worked up in the first place?
He caught sight of his reflection. His eyes. He had both of his eyes again and in an irrefutable perfect condition. His blazing in his emotional state and all because of his returned vision
No.
His ruby orbs caught the sight of the body that lay on the ground not far from his own.
Ah right.
He was panicking because his eyes were returned by the young girl that currently lay pasted off on the floor. The same young girl who had a weird energy that he had never once before seen or encountered, the young girl who saved him from drowning, brought him home dried him, shed tears for his sorry state, and healed him completely.
The same young girl that currently didn't look like she was breathing despite what his cousin kept telling him.
"She's much too pretty to continue laying on the floor don't you think?"
His head snapped to the side so fast that he was sure on a lesser being would have broken bones. There on his right he spied an older woman that bore similar features of the girl. She was a lovely woman, even if he thought she was dressed a bit oddly.
"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" He squawked out, not that she would understand a word he was saying…the other girl never did.
He felt a shiver go down his spine as the woman's emerald green eyes locked onto his own, but she didn't answer his question instead asking another of her own. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew she understand him…and that made him even more apprehensive of her.
"Don't you think she's too pretty to be lying on the floor like a forgotten rag doll?" The woman said brushing the girl's wild dark curls from her cheek.
His eyes were drawn towards the girl's face, her familiar face that he had grown used to seeing since she'd taken him in. He had eyes now, and even if he was no longer a man, he still knew beauty when he saw it and the girl was swimming it.
His eyes moved over her features his mangekyō sharingan capturing every feature in his crow form, drinking her in, before compartmentalizing his thoughts for a later date.
He didn't respond to the woman, but he could read the amusement in her eyes, he didn't need to, she had just seen how he'd ogled her.
"You can help her you know." Amusement ringing in her tone.
I can help her? He thought.
His eyes were drawn towards the girl and so he never saw the woman move, never realize when he spoke his thoughts out loud.
"How?"
One moment she's kneeling beside the girl the next she's by his side whispering to his ear.
"Magic is all about the strength of your will with of course a splash of imagination and intention. You want to help her? How do you suppose you'll do so? What do you need to do so? Craft it…Envision it and if you want it badly enough it will be birthed through magic..."
Despite the apprehension he knew he should feel with an unknown woman standing so close to him. He couldn't find the energy to be bothered…no instead focusing on her words.
How was he to help her?
Well for one thing he needed hands…he needed his body. He remembered clearly what he looked like before he died, he missed it. but it didn't matter he was limited…he was dead.
"No." The woman said sharply, and if he were a lesser creature he would have jumped.
"The only limits in life are the ones you make…are the ones you envision in your mind." The woman spoke to him and he ideally wondered if she could read his mind.
"Envision what you want, what you desire. What you need for you to achieve your goals. Close your eyes, it helps when one first begins…" She whispered gently, and he did so.
A body, he needed his body. He wanted his body. His hands that had calluses from years of training, his arms, his legs muscled and toned from years of missions, his face, you never know how bad you wish for your own familiar features until you're an animal.
"Yes, that's it, dig your fingers into it, it is yours, do not let it slip away from you." The woman cooed approval ringing in her voice and he was for certain now that the woman couldn't in fact read his mind.
Living as a crow was fun but it wasn't ideal. He wanted his body back and he wanted it back now.
"Now yank it with all your might, rip your desires into reality!" The woman demanded.
He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do but he knew what he wanted, what he craved. What he wanted so badly that he would be willing to kill for if only to have for a few minutes…
He felt a spark, one that was like a low fire set to simmer before someone began to turn the notches. Simmer med, hot and soon he was enflamed.
A strangled gasped escaped his lips as he fell to the floor barely catching himself of his hands before he hit his face.
…wait
He blinked his eyes refocusing to see hands, familiar hands…his hands. Lifted them up staring at them, then his arms then he looked down his chest and naked chest, but it was his all the same.
He glanced lower, his, his all of this all of him was here. He drug his eyes to the mirror and was met with his familiar devil-may-care smile.
He had his body back.
He heard a gasp and turned towards the sound to see the woman staring at him with a look of shock and longing. "K-Kagami?!"
"Who? My name is Uchiha Shisui." He spoke before he stood to his feet, slightly uncomfortable with how the woman's eyes raked over him.
"I'm sorry…You just resemble someone I used to know…" She shook her head and he frowned at pain that reflected in her eyes before she waved her hand towards him and he found himself with a towel wrapped around the lower part of his body.
Without wait he walked over to the girl easily picking her up and gently placing her on to the couch. He couldn't help staring at her, she was a tiny little thing, though from what he could feel when he picked her up, that didn't at all mean she was lacking in curves. His eyes drifted back to her heart shaped face, her thick eye lashes, her full dusty rose colored lips…he wondered if they were as soft as they looked…
The clearing of a woman's voice snapped him back to attention to quickly find himself standing to his feet, he hadn't even realized he was leaning in to kiss her. Had he been possessed by Yami? He just gotten his body back and the first thing he was about to do was steal a kiss from some unsuspecting girl like some kind of depraved lunatic.
"You'll want to practice crafting yourself proper attire, you don't want to make her pass out again do you lover boy?" She said amusement blaring bright in her eyes once more as he flushed a darker shade of red that would undoubtably match his sharingan.
And he was naked!? How had he forgotten he was naked? What was wrong with him?!
He slammed his eyes shut willing from the bottom of his heart for his comfort clothes to materialize onto his person and let out a hum of approval as he opened his eyes to fabric begin to stretch across his body.
Surreal. He couldn't help but think as he looked over himself. Just moments before he had nothing just a towel on and now a black shirt with the Uchiha clan symbol on the back, black pants with bandages around his ankles, and black ninja sandals.
He sighed in content but watched as the woman just stared over his appearance with a frown. If he thought she was going to make a remark about his appearance she did not, but she what she did say did surprise him.
"You can't let history repeat itself..." She said to him her emerald eyes seemingly glowing as she stared at his face "I see now…the fates are being cruel again…giving me an heir the mirrors me in almost every way…"
He watched as the woman clutched what looked to be a wedding ring on a gold chain around her neck before lifting it to her lips and pressing a kiss to it. "The gods favor those with power as we are considered made in their image…but the fates tend to get jealous, they do not like sharing the attention of the gods and so they make us suffer in the most horrific ways that they can…" She shook her head giving as the ring her fingers stroking over it fondly. "No matter…we'll surely have the last laugh."
She fixed her gaze on him and he could feel himself snapping to attention like he would standing before his Hokage. "Respect her, love her, protect her, and she will move the heavens for you all…oh and one more bit of advice…withhold the truth however you may need to, if you need to protect her…but never outright lie to a Bennett witch no matter what, you're risking prematurely ending your life if you chose to do so…"
He blinked, and the woman was gone just as silently as she came.
He blinked again just to try to gather his bearing and he found himself thrown against the nearest wall by and invisible power source.
"You have five seconds to tell me just who the hell you think you are breaking into my house!?" His eyes snapped to where he had last seen the girl to find she was no longer laying on the couch but glaring down her nose at him her emerald orbs flashing in warning, informing him that his very next move might be his last.
"Uchiha. My name is Uchiha Shisui."
Guest reader ripsconscullmin
Thank you for reviewing I couldn't PM you because you reviewed under guest but that's ok.
I must admit I wasn't really sure about my fanfic idea, but your review put me in really great spirits for this fanfic and another Vampire diaries x Naruto Bonnie-centric fanfic that I'm writing up titled: Dépaysement
I love BAMF Bonnie Bennett fic too, the ones where she's like 'fuck this, enough is enough.' And goes after what or who she wants and that's what I'm hoping to achieve here. I honestly really hate how Bonnie is portrayed in the books but its even worse in the tv show like all the freaking time. And it really grinds my gears.
I'm sure I'll probably get someone talking about how I chose to write the other characters main Elena because she seems to be everyone's favorite their second being Caroline's and be accused for mis-writing Elena or Elena bashing or whatever but honestly despite what they will undoubtedly say.
Just as Caroline is an insecure yet shallow neurotic control freak, Elena is narcissist with histrionic tendencies…its just brushed under the table or over looked because she the main character the love interest, the 'heroine' of the story. Ugh, I'm just gonna move on cause I could pick at and dissect their characters all day,
Yes, I figured that since BB was a witch what better gift to have than a magic mirror? who wouldn't want one of those? As well as a herb garden and making potions and things like that.
They introduce things like vervain and wolfbanes, witch's talisman, rituals and other of that nature but then drop it like its not important when it is. I mean in Emily's spell book she had a spell that traded one life for another…like wtf?! Who wouldn't be more interested in that?!
I plan to rectify that.
YES, thank you for noticing what I wrote about Stefan in particular. I was wondering if anyone would catch that. And I'm so glad you did, isn't it sad? It's the standard response, he's more so concerned about Elena stealing sodas from Bonnie's house than bonnie herself, and yeah, them showing up to her house even after she spoke to Elena and told her she was out of town because there have been instances in the show that they've done that.
There have been instances that they've cornered her outside of her house and coned her into doing something she didn't want or was uncomfortable with.
Like immediately after bonnie found out Caroline was a vampire (and a the cute boy that happened to flirt with her)…literally 24hrs later demanded she make a day-light ring for her because it would be beneficial for Caroline.
Like wtf!?
And I won't even talk about how fucked up her love life is but yeah TVD definitely went out of their way to fuck Bonnie seven ways to Sunday and completely drag her character.
Ah, but praise the higher beings for fan fiction!
I'm looking forward to writing Bonnie with the Uchiha members as well as her witch coven members and their politics.
Once more thanks for your review.