The Witch and the Vampire Chronicles.


A/N: You guys absolutely rock! Thank you! It is so amazing to get readers and reviews, I am glad you like this little story of mine :)

Unfortunately, there will not be an update for a few weeks. I am leaving on a 2 weeks vacation in Europe next week, so chances are I will not really be writing. :P (But you never know...) I rushed this chapter, to make sure you had a little something before I leave. I can even tease the next chapter, it'll take place 4 years later, on Bonnie's 13th birthday ;)

Again, thank you so much for reading, and sorry that the next update will be so delayed!


Bonnie closed the door to her bedroom and jumped on her bed. She wasn't really tired yet; she had only told Grams she was going to bed so she could be alone. Usually, when her dad was away on business, Bonnie went to Gram's house, not the other way around. But for the past week, Grams had taken residence in the guest bedroom. And it hadn't been fun. Usually, hanging out with Grams was fun. Something was different this time.

She didn't care about it, she just wanted Grams to leave her alone. Grams had been into meditating this week, so every evening, after supper and the dishes, they had sat down in the living room, with candles and crystals and old books. Bonnie didn't understand what meditating was supposed to do, but she didn't like it. It made her feel weird. And all that weird chanting Grams was doing in Latin, it was scary. And it was especially boring.

She didn't want to do it anymore, but Grams kept saying that if she relaxed enough, she would learn to enjoy it. Well, she didn't. She would have rather gone to play outside with her friends or watch TV. Not sit on the floor, the lights turned out, holding candles and crystals. It was weird. It was so boring it made her feel tired afterwards, sometimes a bit dizzy too.

She knew she was pouting and she knew Elana would say pouting is not attractive, but she didn't care. She didn't want to do meditation anymore. She grabbed her teddy bear and hugged it to her chest.

Her eyes fell on her Swan Lake poster and she smiled. That's right, she'd rather think about Odette and Derek and their incredibly sad love story. When she grew up, she was going to find her very own prince, who would love her just as much. She could just picture it; he would have dark hair and piercing blue eyes and the most adorable little smile playing on his lips, as if he was trying not to smile. She giggled. That sounded just like Damon, not a prince.

She wondered when she'd see him again. He didn't stay after her recital and he didn't come back. He was her friend, he was… What was he? He was special, she knew that, but she couldn't remember what was special about him. Was it because he was older? No, that couldn't be it. She shook her head and slid off the bed. She was feeling very tired now, it was probably time to go to bed for real. She grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

She got ready for bed and when she slid under the covers, she tried to pick up her train of thoughts. What had she been thinking about? Derek? No, not Derek, someone else, a special friend. Well, she wanted a special friend, a prince, when she grew up. Derek, just like in The Swan Lake, a dark prince who would sweep her off her feet with his blue eyes. Because she didn't know anyone called Derek, did she? She had made him up, a pretend prince. The prince she hoped to meet when she grew up. It was funny, he felt so real, she thought she knew him already.

"Caw"

Bonnie tossed in her bed. She was feeling weird, like she was super tired but couldn't sleep. Kind of like after a big birthday party or Christmas's Eve. She wondered if maybe she'd get a good part in the Nutcracker next Christmas. She'd like that, she liked ballet. Why did she like ballet again? Oh yes, because of The Swan Lake. It was her favorite story. She'd heard it shortly after Abby left. It had comforted her to know that one day; her prince would come for her.

"Caw"

She sat down in her bed and flipped her pillow. It wasn't comfortable enough. She closed her eyes again, she was tired. She liked thinking about her prince, Derek; he would be a special maybe even secret friend. He would make her happy and love her forever and never ever leave her. But didn't she already had a friend like that?

"Caw"

Grams knocked on her door and opened it a crack. "Bonnie? Are you OK?"

Bonnie sat up again in her bed, smiling. "Sure, Grams, I'm fine. Just trying to sleep."

"Want me to read you a story?"

Bonnie grinned "Only if you'll read me The Swan Lake."

"Child, you know I don't approve of that tragedy. Any other story?"

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter, they all have prince charmings. One day, I'll have one too. I'm tired Grams."

"Caw"

Sheila kissed her on the forehead and then went to the window, opening the curtains.

Bonnie mumbled, almost asleep. "It's OK Grams, he's just watching over me."

"Who's watching over you dear?"

"The crow. Someone sent it to me, but I can't remember who, I'm so tired."

Sheila looked out the window and indeed, there was a big crow perched on the balcony. She glared at it suspiciously. It was just a crow, not a vampire in disguise. She relaxed slightly. She had no doubt the crow had been sent to watch over Bonnie. She didn't like it, but it was better than to have the vampire himself in their lives.

She turned back to Bonnie, who had finally fallen asleep. They would be done with the spells now. She was sure that the memories of Damon were gone and that Bonnie's powers had been repressed, at least for now. They would come back, of course, magic just doesn't disappear. But maybe when they did, Bonnie would be old enough to understand and be careful. And hopefully, there would be no vampire to mess with her head.

But she didn't believe that. Sheila knew he would be back. She only hoped she would still be around to be able to control the obvious connection that was between the two of them, for Bonnie's sake.

She felt sorry Bonnie had been so upset with her this week, but it had been necessary. The girl would be confused for a few days, but after that, everything would be back to normal. No more Damon, no more magic.

She closed the door behind her, going downstairs and suddenly feeling very old. She could try to convince herself that she did the right thing, but the thing was, she wasn't sure. Was she really protecting Bonnie or did she just robbed her of a life filled with magic and, as much as she hated to admit it, maybe even a valuable friend?


Until next time, thanks!