The Plan
"She's my responsibility, Damon. And I don't want to put her in even more danger than she already is."
"Oh come on, Bonnie. She's not twelve. She's grown. She can handle it. I mean doesn't she specialize in this kind of thing anyway?"
"Yeah but that doesn't mean I want her to go against this thing on her own. Were you not here when she said she almost got possessed…again?"
"No. Of course I wasn't. I was too busy having a staring contest with the sun—I was there, but we don't have much choice but this."
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to allow her to be Idonea's bait."
"She's not going to die, Bonnie."
"With this town's track record, you saying that doesn't put me at ease, at all, Damon."
Taylor let out an exasperated sigh. They've been at it for almost thirty minutes. After almost getting possessed, again, and almost not being able to get free this time, she's been nothing but shaken up to the core. She's never dealt with a spirit like this before. And she was scared. But the only option they seemed to have was for her to get in contact with this witch ghost and exorcise her.
And she knew she was the one that had to do it but apparently Damon was right about her and Bonnie. Their dynamic was that of a mother and a daughter and it was starting to get on her nerves. Not just because Damon was right in his teasing and assuming but because she was being treated like a child. And be damned that.
"Would you two stop. I'm going to do it. All I need is your magic's support and I should be okay," Taylor stood at that, looking at them both with a firm glare, "Damon's right. I'm not twelve, I am an adult, and I do specialize in this sort of thing. I'm the only one who can do the exorcism and it's better to do it now than later. Exorcising her isn't me being her bait."
Bonnie frowned, "But—no, there's a chance that you'll get possessed…indefinitely. I think Idonea's made it clear that she doesn't care who she posseses just so long as it's an able body."
"I agree. But she also seems to know that we're not going to let Elena and the others know about what's going on thus she's targeting me to posses instead."
"And why not me?" Bonnie pressed.
Ever the martyr, Damon thought, rolling his eyes.
"…sure you're more powerful and the ideal person to posses…but your will is too strong…and you're more experienced with your powers. I'm not experienced…or at least I tend to let my power radiate without control. And those without control are a lot more easier to control. Which is why it has to be me to do it. I know what to do, and it does give Idonea some hope that I can still be possessed."
Damon's brows rose. Sure he knew she was a little more immature than them all but admitting her weakness like that…especially in his presence was shocking. Needing to capitalize in that moment he added, "See? If she's willing to admit her weakness she's aware of it and will work a little harder to make sure she doesn't get possessed. I man, she was able to handle herself when we weren't around."
Both women stared at him, blinking.
"What?"
"You said something nice to me," Taylor breathed, eyes wide.
"Yeah…?"
Bonnie only narrowed her eyes, "And that only means you want to push more on the fact that she has to do this."
"Well, duh, Sabrina. She's good at this kind of thing. You need to let her do this and give her some breathing room. I know you love her and all but you're not her mother. She wants to do this so let her. That's part of the reason why you brought her here with us in the first place am I right?"
Bonnie bit her lip, "Yeah but—"
"Then it's settled, we're exorcising Idonea," Taylor and Damon interrupted as they gave each other respected nods and went to separate areas of Bonnie's house; Damon to the kitchen and Taylor to her room. Bonnie sighed. Why did she feel she was ganged up on for being concerned for the younger witch?
"I have a bad feeling about this…" She murmured, frowning.
Damon was watching the two witches as they set up candles on the floor of the dungeon in his ever lovely yet haunted boarding house. Taylor decided it would be best they did it where she was first attacked. He didn't get why but he didn't care to ask.
The vampire was bored the first twenty into their set-up. He made a glass of his wine and figured if he watched Bonnie's movements for the time being it may entertain him. Of course whenever she caught him staring she would raise a brow in question with a bit of sass in the twitch of her mouth and the familiar dimple that appeared above that brow of hers. It was as though he could hear her ask him, "What?" with attitude that she reserved for him and others that bothered her. He had to roll his eyes at the thought of Klaus and Kol. No surprise he had to share the same space with those assholes.
Wasn't he the good guy?
Oh, was that before or after Klaus started drawing terrible kitty-scratch pictures for Barbie vampstress?
"I think that should be enough," Taylor breathed, taking out a Bible from her drawstring bag.
Now wasn't that a sight?
"Woah, wait, mini witch, you use the Bible for your exorcism?"
Taylor rolled her eyes, "What else would I use?"
"Your magic. Which, I'm pretty sure of this, is a sin in that faith."
"So is eating swine. Your point?" Bonnie replied on beat looking at Taylor expectantly.
Touche Bennett.
Bonnie merely smirked, which made Damon's brows shoot up his forehead near his hairline. Did she hear his-?
"I mean, you bloodsuckers aren't affected by holy water so it shouldn't surprise you too much to see a witch hold the Bible. I mean we're practically more spiritual than a lot of those who follow this faith and many others. They're actually great tools for exorcisms. Just…when they're used for the wrong reasons is where the tools turn out bad altogether," Taylor continued, turning to a page, skimming through some verses before looking around to notice the candles were blazing, "You both ready?"
Bonnie and Damon nodded. The older witch stood by Damon extending her arms to her younger counterpart, "Be careful Taylor."
"Duh. Be supportive Bonnie. Please. You're concern is appreciated but it's making me second guess myself."
"Sorry."
"Apology has been accepted," Taylor cleared her throat as she addressed their ghostly doppelganger, "Normally, with exorcisms we have to force an entity out of something or someone. But you, Idonea, have not possessed anyone or anything yet besides trying to get inside me. Why is that, in Jesus' name, I demand you answer."
Foolish girl.
The candles' flames flickered before dancing again.
Bonnie felt a chill run up and down her spine but she continued giving magical support around Taylor. She couldn't afford to let this spirit consume her friend.
I am no demon. There is no need for you to throw his name around. It doesn't hurt me.
Taylor took a deep breath, "You have no place in this world Idonea. You are not needed here."
I think I am.
The candles' flames blew out all at once. Damon was on alert. He could feel the hairs on his skin rise in anticipation. Looking to Bonnie, he could tell she was shaken a bit too. She had reason to. Before she was even able to fully come into her powers Emily had possessed her. And he had almost killed Bonnie because of what Emily done. What Emily did was without Bonnie's consent. There was no recollection of that night for Bonnie besides his predator face immediately tearing at her neck in anguish. Guilt consumed him.
But that was years ago. Why must he think of the past now?
You see. You witches aren't doing your jobs. You're supposed to maintain the balance of nature and yet you side with that that is an abomination of nature.
"Only because you're planning to push the soul of a human out so that you can perform such extremist plans."
The end justifies the means. Damon should be able to tell you all about that.
"This isn't about Damon." Bonnie spoke.
Taylor's eyes snapped at the older female. That's one thing she didn't need, was Bonnie's feelings getting in the way and possibly even having her vulnerable to the spirit witch.
There was a pause and the flames erupted again, but rising and becoming bigger than the candle sticks could handle.
You care for such an abomination? Why?
Bonnie opened her mouth to answer to only be interrupted by Taylor, "She's right. This isn't about Damon."
The vampire in question could only bring himself to stare at Bonnie, taking the spirit witch's words into consideration. Bonnie, on the other hand refused to return his intense staring.
But I'm curious. A witch and a vampire? Such things are wrong in every aspect of its being even a thought. I ask again. You care for such and abomination, "Bonnie"?
"I…Yes. I do care for him."
There goes that tight feeling in his gut again.
Why?
"Bonnie," Taylor hissed. Didn't she tell her that bringing attention to herself during this while she's vulnerable is f*cking stupid?
"Because. He's my friend. He's saved my life and been there for me every time I needed him."
And now that tight feeling fell loose and warm even though it seemed it wanted a little more than just being a "friend". Damon narrowed his eyes and glared down at himself. What the hell was that even supposed to mean?
That's disgusting.
The candles went out again.
Mixing between that of an abomination and pure nature is wrong. And disastrous. Things that die must stay dead. His entire existence feeds off of life. Without life he can not live so he leeches on the living, he's shun from the sun yet you so called witches allow him to cheat the system.
"If it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't be here. My own gave him orders to keep our line safe."
Only so he could free another abomination that was never there to begin with. It was never out of the goodness of his heart. They know no good, Bennett. He must die. You are in all essence life and he will use you till the day you die. He will do only what he knows how to do which is to suck the life out of others to live. And you, we, are life. How dare you be on his side?
"Because you're wrong about him."
"Bonnie," Taylor hissed even more harshly.
It grew cold in the next instant and the candles flickered on to reveal a woman in what seemed to be her sacrificial wardrobe when she died. It was aged yet she still looked stunning and powerful. Her face was that of Elena's but stern, cold, and harsh. She glided to Bonnie, her face in the witch's, her deep brown orbs filled with disgust and hatred.
I'm wrong Bonnie?
Bonnie's breath was caught in her throat. It was as though she was having a dual with her own best friend. She glared and nodded in assurance, "You're everything but right."
Anger flashed across the ghost's face before she went blank and backed away, turning to Taylor.
And how about you young one?
Taylor tightened her grip on the Bible but held her stare.
Idonea crossed over to her, Am I wrong about all that I said? Are not all vampires like I described? What about Thomas? That vampire your family considered a family friend since you could remember?
Bonnie dropped her arms and began to march to the witch spirit, "Don't you—"
That same family friend that ripped your baby brother's throat apartt?
"Idonea, stop."
And snatched your mother's heart out, snapped your father's neck before draining him dry?
Damon could hear Taylor's heart beating hard as tears of anguish silently rolled down her cheeks. He went to block Bonnie, to try and remind her that her job was to surround Taylor with her magic, to support her while also containing her power so that she wasn't left vulnerable but both women were so vulnerable that he could smell their hearts beating on their sleeves, "You two need to snap back into gear."
Bonnie gasped and held her arms out, moving back from the ghost and Taylor reluctantly as she stood by Damon's side.
Taylor's mouth let out a haggard breath before she closed the Bible and set it down, "You don't belong in this world Idonea. What you're tampering with is dark magic and that is even unnatural. You can't preach what is pure nature, what is an abomination, claim a name that means to renew nature, but then build your power off of dark magic to assist you."
Idonea paused, eyes narrowing, The end justifies the means.
"Bull, sh*t."
Damon grinned. Mini-witch got spunk.
"You're right though. I agree. Vampires are, by nature, an abomination. They are not meant to live."
Okay. He takes it back about her having spunk.
"But right now, I can see that that sack of an abomination is the lesser evil between you two. You mean to take over one of your doppelgangers and force her spirit out of her own body so that you may live again when your time has past. A true witch would never do such a thing."
A screech erupted from the spirit as she materialized in front of Taylor and grabbed her by the throat.
"Oh my God, Taylor," Bonnie cried moving towards her as Damon stopped her, "No."
"Let me go, Damon, I have to save Taylor."
"You do that by supporting her with your magic. Let her do this."
Taylor gaped as she clawed at the ghost's hand. She then started to chant a spell in latin, clamping her hands together that mirrored that of a prayer. Idonea gasped, letting the girl go and stepping away from her.
Bonnie soon joined in on the chant, the cold air picking up momentum and creating winds in the dungeon room.
Stop!
The chanting grew louder in defiance, the flames of the candles shining bright with life.
I said STOP. I am NOT going back. He called me here.
Damon glared at the spirit who pointed towards him in distaste. Oh c'mon. What is with him and not being liked by any doppelgangers?
Both Bonnie and Taylor's chanting didn't falter as Idonea began to disappear. She gave another inhumane guttural sound before becoming that of a speck of dust and the activity in the room, along with the temperatures ceased.
In that instant, both women stopped chanting and looked to each other. Taylor grinned, "We did it."
Bonnie sighed with relief, "We…we did."
Damon looked around, lips pursed to show he was impressed, "And to think, that ghost was kinda hot."
Both girls rolled their eyes as Bonnie moved her hand to make him trip and fall and Taylor laughed at his displeasure, "Aw, step-dad, seems like you made step-mommy jealous."
"Shut up, Taylor," the two snapped which only made the younger witch laugh again.
"It's kinda amusing to bless the house of a homicidal vampire," Taylor mused before reuniting with the two older adults at the entrance of the vampire's house.
Damon looked at them both before he went on ahead and asked, "So, your work here is done then?"
There was an undercurrent of another question in this that Taylor picked up on. She knew that Bonnie caught on to it to so before either of them could continue, Taylor took it upon herself to speak up, "Not really. We have to make sure she's gone now."
"I thought you di—"
"Well yeah but consider it a 'double tap'. My blessing of the house solidifies the deal but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely sure that the entity is gone. She's a witch after all…who has been dabbling in dark magic so sure she's gone now but that doesn't mean she won't come back."
"Like I said I thought—"
Taylor glared at him, "Look, we're staying here for a week, to your enjoyment, and once the week is up we'll be outta your hair."
"We usually give our clients a week before we leave for good to be sure whatever we dealt with is gone for real," Bonnie clarified, crossing her arms against her chest, "You are our client, Damon, so we'll be here in Mystic Falls till Tuesday of next week exactly. That way you can call or come over to my place if you're having any more paranormal activity and we'll perform another exorcism for you."
Damon looked at them both before nodding.
Taylor grinned, "Now that that's settled I'm going in the car, Bonnie. I am beat."
Taylor turned on her heel to leave before stopping and waving a friendly goodbye to Damon. She didn't continue to the car until she saw how confused he looked at her gesture.
Damon watched her get in and start the car the girls came to the boarding house in. Apparently Bonnie left her old car she had in high school here for such occasions. Guess it was that gut of hers who told her to.
"We'll stay in touch when we leave Mystic Falls and go back home Damon," Bonnie started, looking towards the young witch too.
"As long as you don't ignore my calls and texts or change your number again like last time," Damon retorted, looking down at her.
She shrugged innocently.
There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two that they accepted happened a lot between them. And on cue, Damon broke it with ease, "So, my little witch cares about me huh?"
Bonnie sighed, he could hear the roll of her eyes in her voice, "Don't push it Damon."
"Push what? Before long you'll probably fall for me too. I wouldn't blame you, of course."
"And you pushed it. Bye Damon."
"Hey, thank you. For doing this for me, I owe you,."
Bonnie turned and looked at him, furrowing her brows before a ghost of a smile graced her lips, "Yes. You do. But really, I didn't just do it for you, y'know. Elena's life was in danger."
"As usual but you helped me too this time. As long as Elena never comes back to Mystic Falls she was safe. I was the one in danger this time…and I know I don't deserve you—you helping me and all."
Bonnie looked him over again, her car's horn honking for her to hurry up. Bonnie snapped her fingers and she could hear a muffled yelp from her vehicle.
Damon raised an eyebrow at her, "Did you…just zap her?"
She shrugged, grinning, "If anything else happens don't hesitate to call okay?"
Turning on her heel she left Damon by his front door's threshold, watching her get in the car, turn on the headlights of her car and her speeding off into the darkness. He re-entered his home, closing the door behind him to finally feel like he had his place to himself again.
You care for such an abomination?
I…Yes. I do care about him.
Damon felt like he needed a glass of his best alcoholic beverage and celebrate. If he could make someone like Judgey care about him who needs Elena's love? Bonnie had rightfully hated him some time ago and now, in the face of a fellow crazy witch that looked like his past obsessions, she confessed to caring about him despite it all.
Of course, he's sure that she still has some residual feelings of resentment towards him about certain things he had done indirectly (and him biting her but he was attacking Emily not her per se) towards her, he felt with what she said tonight he could go to her and apologize.
Years overdue but an apology is still an apology.
…he hates apologizing.
But it's Bonnie. And if there's one thing about her, she's loyal to the skin of her teeth and if you're in her good graces there was some sort of worth she saw in you. Most of the time Damon always figured the ones Bonnie would die for didn't deserve it at all because what had they done for her exactly? Well, he couldn't necessarily talk either but she might be willing to die for him too after what he learned about her feelings for him tonight.
Wait. She might actually die for him. He's actually worth that to her.
That made him happier than it ought to.
And then he felt guilty because, again, he didn't really deserve that kind of loyalty from her.
But wasn't that what he wanted from her? A truce? What better a truce than her absolute loyalty?
Well, then, he feels like Idonea was right. That she was life and he'll be using her, sucking the very life out of her because that was all he was good at as a vampire.
He huffed, agitated, laying back on his king sized bed. He was sounding like his brother. The thought alone made him gag.
This can't possibly be what Stefan actually thinks when concerning Elena.
He never really felt obligated to really changing for Elena seeing as she forgave him no matter what. That didn't stop her from expecting him to be all ready to repent and be a better man like his brother. To see the importance of life like his brother. To be more like his brother.
He be damned to do any of that for Elena. Her wishing he would be like his brother wasn't enough and apparently not even her half-assed acceptance of his behavior was either.
But with Bonnie…he actually kind of wanted to be the kind of guy that deserved her unwavering loyalty and care. Because she deserved it. Not saying Elena didn't deserve that…because she does…she has his brother. But when it came to Bonnie he valued her opinion, he took what she said, especially when it concerned him, to heart. Like her, he was willing to give all of him for women like Katherine and Elena and yet, no matter what, his all still wasn't enough because he wasn't his little brother. Bonnie was willing to give her all for her friends, for the guys she "loved" and it still ended up with her either being cheated on by a ghost, getting betrayed, or she ended up getting hurt emotionally or physically without much of a thank you from those that she had helped.
He noticed it, yeah, but he never really thought about how similar their situations were; one more selfish than the other. He'll admit he was selfish. He wanted the love of those women all to himself and he was very willing to do whatever it took to get it…except he tend to lose himself in the process. With Katherine he still ended up sharing her, chasing after her, trying to be in some case like her because he figured that way she would reciprocate his love for her if he was more like her. But who knew the evil woman wanted Stefan? That it will always be Stefan.
Same difference with Elena. He'll do as she told, he allowed her to manipulate him so that she could get to Stefan someway, somehow, and even though they made out at the motel that one time she took Stefan to that school dance right after. All he could hear her say was his love for her was the problem.
And then there's Bonnie, who never expected any less of him because she knew he was capable of being a better person, that he was capable of changing but she never outwardly forced him to. She never compared him to his brother. She never felt like she had to manipulate him to do anything. And, really, whenever he was around her he never felt like he had to put up some faux goody-two-shoes front for her. He did recall, however, being on his best behavior around her because he wanted to and because Bonnie expected no less than that. He didn't feel like he had to either.
Stroking his chin, he felt for his cell phone with his free hand. He wondered if Sabrina would appreciate an apology in text form. Should, "Hey. I'm sorry for f*cking sh*t up for you ever since we met" be enough of an acceptable apology?
The thought disappeared when he saw that there was a new message from her awaiting for him already. That tight feeling of anticipation returned as he opened the text to only frown and get up from the bed, speeding down to his vehicle:
Damon. Come quick. Something's wrong with Taylor. She's bleeding from her eyes and nose.
"I think you two got something going on. There, I said it."
The two stopped by the Grille to pick up something quick to eat, and just made it back to Bonnie's house. The entire ride to and back from the Grille, Bonnie caught Taylor smirking at her with an all-knowing sneaky glint in her eyes and no matter how many times Bonnie probed, Taylor wouldn't explain the looks she gave her…until now of course.
Bonnie choked on her sprite, "Wha—what?"
"You heard me. You two got something going on. Even the evil spirit witch lady caught on to it." Taylor sat her bag of food down on the table in the kitchen as she continued to grin smugly at the older witch.
"You're crazy."
"I'm right. Look. It's cool if you have a thing for him. I won't judge."
"You couldn't stand him this morning, what the hell?"
Taylor shrugged, "He's easier to stand when he's around you. And he believed in my power. I don't trust him completely but he's a lot better than a lot of other vamps."
Bonnie groaned, "Please, he's just a friend."
"Okay. Whatever. You know, he stares at you a lot."
"Shut up Taylor."
"And he knows how to kick you into gear. You were great by the way today. Many thanks to the both of you."
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she sat across from her friend.
Taylor nibbled on a French fry, watching her friend before she ate it completely, taking a quick swig of her coke, "Look, I still don't like what he did in the past when it came to you but…he did thank you more than your other friends did—"
"Taylor…" Bonnie warned.
"Just like you haven't fully forgiven him for turning your mom and all."
Bonnie stared down at her burger.
Taylor watched her before continuing, "But you still call him a friend, despite it. And he did save your life."
"Did Idonea show you what he did to Abby?"
"Yeah," Taylor sat back, "But hey. We won. She sucked. No worries. And you have a week to do whatever you want with Damon."
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Taylor.
The younger witch smirked, "Don't get mad at me that you and him get off with arguing and flirting with each other in my presence all the time."
"You're enjoying this a little too much."
"Can you blame me? We beat the bad guy. We should be celebrating."
Bonnie frowned and Taylor caught it before she could give her a straight face, "What? You look like we didn't."
"…It just seemed…a little too easy if you ask me."
"Yo, she totally was able to touch me and grab me by the neck. Not to mention she had to bring up…" She stopped, deciding against finishing, "She knew too much. It wasn't that easy."
Bonnie nodded, "Yeah…if you say so."
"I know so. Me almost being possessed twice and physically assaulted and all."
Bonnie frowned again, "If you want…you can go back home…."
"And miss you and vamp boy have a heart-to-heart on how your antagonistic relationship turns into that of pure luv?"
"Shut. The. F*ck. Up," Bonnie threw a French fry at her face.
Taylor laughed, "Rude much? Okay. I apologize."
They finished their food and went their separate ways to get ready for bed. What Taylor said about Damon did have some truth to it. Despite it all, Damon was still important to her. He tended to be the one who didn't doubt her when it came to her magic, and when he knew that it proved to be a bit much he would either encourage her or come up with an alternative plan for her. Most importantly, he's the only one who has thanked her the most for what she does even if she didn't really do it for him.
She won't admit it but having Damon's support did give her a confidence boost. Whenever she would give the gang her plan her eyes would turn to look at the dark haired man for his approval first. Whether it was a nod or him saying with conviction that he was, "Team Bonnie" it always made her smile on the inside to know that he, out of them all, supported her because he was the one who she felt had to prove she was a good witch to…a better witch than Emily.
To be able to be good at one thing that Elena or Caroline could never be able to do. Both of her best friends could nab the boys, but Bonnie Bennett saved their lives. But it seemed that as time progressed, Damon was turning out to be the only one who believed in her magic one hundred percent. Not even Elena, in the last days of Bonnie finally packing it in and leaving, supported her when it came to her magic like Damon did. Saying little things like, "You're not done yet?" or "I thought this was a simple spell?" Which was funny, considering she was the one that came to her when things looked grim.
And they always looked grim. Always.
Stripping off her clothes, Bonnie sighed at the thought of Elena. She loved her friend to death but she made sure to never comment on her relationship with the Salvatore brothers and how wrong she thought they all were on their love triangle. How she wanted to shake both brothers by the shoulders and tell them that they needed to step away from everything that was girls and focus on their relationship instead. That putting Elena, though she loved her, on this pedestal to win was part of the reason that they were in this mess to begin with. That you would think that them looking at how toxic the relationship between Klaus and Elijah was would be clue enough that fighting and competing over the love for doppelganger ass wasn't healthy at all.
That Damon, that man.
She sighed dramatically as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and looked in her dresser for nightclothes, that man, needed to act his age. Here he was, whipped over Elena, a teenage girl, who was, in truth, stringing them along. Oh how Bonnie hoped and begged to the heavens that Elena had just chosen herself above all than to pick either one of the Salvatores. Why couldn't they just take time away from each other? Why did they have to go with that sort of heartache and trouble?
Especially Damon. He was so smart when around her. So sure and himself around her but everything falls short when Elena came in the room and he was immediately willing to throw everyone under the bus to keep her safe. Which would only make Elena want to stay away from him more—or not. Elena began to like that sort of attention. Damon's love was admirable (and intimidating to boot), Bonnie could admit and even say made her envious of Elena a bit that she was getting that sort of attention from him but he needed to learn that he didn't always need to compete with his brother for the girl to show that he was better than his brother. But it wasn't Bonnie's place to voice these thoughts to them. She just wanted them safe.
Bonnie put on a tank and shorts for bed and headed to the bathroom. Elena meant well. Bonnie felt she made the right decision in picking Stefan but she did feel a bit peeved that both brothers had to be strung along before she could make that decision. Especially Damon. So smart but so dumb. One would think that being with Katherine and finding out she technically ruined your life would be enough to not go fighting over another girl that looked exactly like her. And, yet again, chose the same brother over you. One would think.
Bonnie started brushing her teeth deciding that was enough thinking about Damon, Stefan, and Elena when she felt the urge to look up in the mirror. When she did she didn't see her intended reflection. She saw Taylor instead who looked very disturbed. She watched Taylor touch the blood that fell from her right nostril and soon her left before blood pooled at her eyelids and fell as well.
She wasn't sure whom it was that screamed. It was probably both Taylor and herself. She didn't know and she didn't care as she ran out of her bathroom to get to the younger witch, texting the first person she always ended up texting when things turned for the worst.
A/N: And what's to happen next? Review please!
