Summary: After her father found her passed out, he decides to move her across the country after taking a promotion. They move to Beacon Hills, which to Bonnie is normal to an extreme point. Unfortunately Bonnie does not ever get to be normal. BonniexStiles
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Fear and guilt were the first things that Bonnie associated with Rebekah. As a witch Bonnie had a natural wariness of vampires, and it was even heightened with the Originals. Rebekah was one of the few remaining Originals, and being the only living female Original. Well as living as the undead could get. She had only two weaknesses; a dagger that was covered in the ash of a white oak, and a pure white oak stake. Bonnie did not know whether the Salvatore were smart enough to save a few of them for the sake of having to incapacitate one of the Originals. But with the looks of things. Probably not. The white oak stake had been one of the most long winded plans Bonnie had ever been used for. The white oak was like any other tree, save for it's ability to kill an Original. It could be destroyed the usual ways, and once it staked a vampire, it would burn up with said vampire. However with the help of Esther, and unknowingly Bonnie, the white oak had temporary immortality. Esther had found a way not only to make her former history teacher Alaric on the same level as the Originals, but connected the last white oak stake to him. It was drenched in liquified metal, and laced with the blood of a Doppelganger. Her best friend Elena's blood, only this time instead of using her blood as a charger, she made it their lifeline. That made both the stake and Alaric connected to her. If Elena was to die, so would Alaric, and the stake would parish with them.
Bonnie felt a rise of anger mix with her other emotions. But it did not last. She looked into the eyes of the person who had the balls to do what no one else wanted to do. Rebekah was never a fan of Elena. It was justified, Elena had betrayed her and literally stabbed her in the back. But Bonnie knew that was not the motives of her actions. Under the impression that her older brother had been staked right in front of her, Rebekah took the step to end the life of the one last thing that could end her and her families long immortal lives. Bonnie had not been there but from what was told, all she did was stand in the middle of the road, on the bridge where Elena's parents died. That was what sickened Bonnie a little, but again she recognized that Rebekah could have cared less. Instead the vampire watched as the truck swerved off the bridge. Stefan did not say anything about her being there when he got there. Bonnie assumed she had. If she wanted Elena dead she would have waited around just in case she would have to be more proactive in the murder of Elena Gilbert.
Well that was what Bonnie wanted to call it. Everything in Bonnie wanted to be upset, vengeful, wrath worthy at the blonde Original. But she could not get herself to do it. She knew that Rebekah was doing what any of the others would have done if one of their loved ones had been in trouble. She could not pardon Rebekah, nor could she truly sympathize with her, but she did not judge her.
Especially after she had fooled everyone into believing that Klaus was no longer with them.
"Bonnie?"
The girl came out of her thoughts. She was sitting on the toilet, towel in hand. In it was little smudges of her make up. Bonnie felt sad about the fact that her make up was probably ruined. The work she had put into herself for that night had felt hollow. She did not get to socialize, she did not get to stand and be pretty, she was just free labor. Of course she did not mind at the time, but now looking at the dirty towel in her hands, she was disheartened by all her of her hard work.
"Bonnie?"
The girl looked up at the blonde girl staring down at her. Her expression read curious, something that Bonnie had not expected. At least by itself. Bonnie would have thought she would have been annoyed or upset.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Rebekah was leaning against a wall. She started picking at her nails, as casually as possible.
"I just said your name. Are you still out of it?"
Bonnie could hear the boredom in her voice. The dazed witch shook her head no, even though she was not fully aware of everything like she had hoped. It dawned on her that she might have been a little dizzy from the alcohol in the punch. Lydia did well in whatever was in that punch. She had spiked the punch, and the food with something, and let an entire house full of teenagers go into some drunken stupor. But why?
Bonnie stood up, taking it slow. Once she felt okay, she took a step, only to realize that she felt too high up. Her heels. She sat back down and quickly ditched her heels. As soon as she stood up again, she noticed the difference. She was definitely not all the way there.
"Let's go."
Bonnie did not know where they were going. Rebekah did not ask her where they were going. They just walked through the house looking for people. The first was Allison. She was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, just staring. Bonnie went to her side and tapped her arm.
"Allison?"
No response. She turned to Rebekah who was pouring a glass of water. Bonnie's eyes narrowed. She was about to say something when she realized something. She did not even have to say anything, Rebekah gave her the glass, which she forced Allison to drink. The girl slowly came out of her reverie.
"Bonnie?"
Bonnie let out a sigh. It worked. Apparently the punch was not strong enough to even be diluted by a simple glass of water. She let Allison sit there, waiting for her to gain some ground. She touched the girl's arm, and got a chill. The chill froze her as she was suddenly standing in bedroom. She recognized it immediately as Allison's.
On the bed was Mr. and Mrs. Argent. Mr. Argent was looking down at the ground, while Mrs. Argent was looking out the window. Her eyes looked glazed over with tears. Bonnie could not hear them, but she could tell that this was an emotional moment. She watched Mrs. Argent speak, trying to remain strong. Her gaze, though probably clouded by tears that refused to fall, remained steady on one thing. Bonnie turned around to see what she was looking at.
The moon. A full moon.
The connection did not take long for Bonnie. She turned around to see a knife in Mrs. Argent's hand. Her grasp around it looked powerful. Bonnie realized what they were going to do.
But in their own daughter's room? Bonnie felt disgust and sadness build in her. Her eyes narrowed. She wished she could stop this. Why would she do this to herself? Why would he let her? Bonnie wanted to return back to the party. She did not want to experience this.
"Bonnie Bennett is not normal."
"What?"
What?
"I was reading that journal that disappeared. It said something about her manipulating the elements. Please keep an eye on her, we don't know what she is...Look into a woman named Emily Bennett, and Katherine Pierce. The journal belonged to Emily, and that woman Katherine is mentioned frequently."
Bonnie realized that she could hear them now. But why now? Why just about her? Mr. Argent laughed. It was humorless and somber. The laugh of a man about to lose his life. And he could do nothing about it.
"Even at the last moment, you are still on the job."
Bonnie watched Mrs. Argent smile. It was soft, nonthreatening. The smile of a woman in love. The smile fell.
"You are going to have to explain to Allison what happened. I can't let her go around, hearing them say I was weak. That I couldn't handle it. She needs to be strong."
Bonnie wanted to feel upset and angry, but it was not her place. She just closed her eyes hoping she would be able to get away from this.
She heard a sigh, and that was the last thing she heard. She opened her eyes, only to see the knife plunge into Mrs. Argent. The last thing she saw was Mrs. Argent's eyes turning a golden yellow, before returning to their original color.
Bonnie watched Allison take out her phone. It was instant. As soon as Mrs. Argent's eyes changed, she had returned to the party. Allison had taken out her phone. She answered it, still a little dazed.
Bonnie's heart sunk as she knew what the call was about. For some reason she knew that the event she had witnessed was a moment in the past. She did not know how far back she had gone, until now. Allison's face fell, shattered, as she listened to the news. Bonnie tried her best to keep composure. She knew what was being said to the girl, and Allison was only confirming it. The girl did not immediately breakdown. Bonnie expected that much. She took on a cold silent expression. She was in shock. Disbelief and fear that it was true freezing her into place. Bonnie knew she would have to break the spell.
"Allison, what's wrong?"
The girl shook her head.
"I have to go..."
Bonnie nodded.
"Where, what's wrong?"
Allison stood up, tipping forward, but catching herself with the table. Her breathing was steady, but labored. She was do to fall apart any moment, and Bonnie knew a party was not a good place for that to happen. She went to Allison's side, holding the taller girl up as best as she could. As soon as Bonnie attached herself to Allison, the Argent felt herself give in. She was losing energy fast.
"I need to go to the hospital...I...they...I just need to go."
Bonnie understood. She looked towards Rebekah who was watching both girls with a steady and critical eye.
"Rebekah, could you go get my keys, they are in..."
"Got them."
Of course she did.
"Okay, Allison we are taking you to the hospital, okay?"
She only got a nod.
"You can come and get your car tomorrow, okay?"
She got no response. She turned to Rebekah, who was holding both girls purses, and coats. She was being a real trooper. Some part of Bonnie knew that she would have to deal with Rebekah later, but right now is not about them. It was about Allison.
Bonnie stepped into her house, with Rebekah following. She had given Rebekah permission to come in. Part of Bonnie was screaming at how stupid that possibly was, but the other part argued how Katherine had permission so it was not really that big of a deal now.
Bonnie walked into the kitchen, making sure to turn the light on. She dropped her bad on the floor beside a chair, and got herself a glass of water.
She turned to Rebekah, who was sitting in the chair opposite of hers. She had a bottle of pink juice sitting in front of her. It looked like the punch at Lydia's party, except there were little purple petals floating in it. The color reminded her of one thing. The purple drizzle on the platters.
"Do you want something to drink?"
Rebekah looked at her, and nodded.
"A water as well Bonnie."
"Mmkay."
Bonnie got out another glass and poured some water in it. The room was silent as Bonnie played good host to the vampire. She handed the Original the glass of water and moved to her chair on the otherside. She set the drink down, and placed her head in her hands, letting out her stress in a sigh.
"Bad night?"
Bonnie did not respond. It had been a bad night. But how did it happen? The night started off so well; so how in the matter of a few minutes really did it go down hill, so fast?
"Fuck...the party..."
"I called the police, it should have broken up by now."
Bonnie did not look up. She stared at a spot on the table.
"Fuck. How did that even get that bad?"
"The punch and food was spiked."
"I got that much. Lydia used some purple flower, to poison everything. What's worse is that she made sure that the punch was alcoholic..."
"Alcohol already dulls the nerves and reactions. Just imagine the effect it could have on the rest of the brain..."
"It could make an already deadly toxin much more potent with the decrease of resistance and reaction from the brain..."
Bonnie listened to Rebekah giggle.
"Leaving a party full of weak willed teenagers and young adults hallucinating to an unnatural degree."
Bonnie finally looked up, but instead of looking at the girl directly in front of her, she focused on the ceiling this time.
"Obviously this was a distraction."
She heard a gulp, and the clink of a glass.
"But what for?"
"That girl Lydia is off."
Bonnie nodded.
"Yeah, I mean really off."
"Oh no I understand. Something supernatural."
"Yeah...but what?"
Bonnie finally looked back down, and at Rebekah. She took a sip of her water and sighed. The man she saw. He was real. But to what degree? Bonnie had rejected the idea of him being a spirit or ghost, but then remembered Jeremy. But Bonnie could feel him. She had never been able to feel a ghost before. His presence was strong. Bonnie wondered how long he had been there? Had he been with her since the accident? Then there was the problem of who was he? Lydia was afraid of him, but at the same time, she did not seem to fearing. It was more like she was not afraid of his presence, but instead his actions. How close were they?
"There is a man..."
Rebekah perked up at this.
"A man? Why Bonnie, I did not know you were getting your groove back?"
Bonnie shook her head, not even bothering with that statement.
"There is a man with Lydia. He was blonde and wore all black. Lydia is afraid of him. Well it looked like she was more afraid of what he could do. You know that look right?"
Rebekah nodded. Of course she would.
"She was talking to him earlier in the party, and I heard her. I think she was up to something."
The look Bonnie received from the vampire made her feel stupid.
"Okay I know she was up to something."
"So tell me why did you not stop her?"
Bonnie remembered the two glasses of punch she had.
"I may have chugged two of those glasses of punches down before hand..."
"Well shit...your tiny frame probably could not withstand one, let alone two."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her water. She did not need to be ridiculed by an ancient vampire.
"Yes I know. But what was different was that I was seeing and experiencing everyone's."
"Would make sense Ms. Witch. Witches are in tuned with nature, and are a little more sensitive to the little things. That's why you are allowed to have visions, and how the witches are able to send you things. Those little feelings you have. And that moment in the kitchen with that girl Allison..."
Rebekah did not finish her statement. She took her glass, and finished the rest of her water. Bonnie looked at her glass, staring at the water. Tonight had not gone as expected. Of course she knew Lydia was off, but something else felt different. She looked at her phone and saw a message. It was from Elena.
Bonnie wanted to answer it now, but she knew that it was not the time. She needed to find Lydia. The girl could be in trouble, or even be a threat to others around her. And what about that man? She suddenly thought of something.
"Rebekah...what if tonight was the big moment?"
"What?"
She turned to Rebekah, who was just staring at her.
"You know the moment before something grand happens. Like in movies, the party is when shit gets real."
"Like in horror movies?"
"And action movies and thrillers. A calm before the storm. We know that Lydia is up to something but what if it happens tonight, or even happening right now?"
Bonnie took her phone out and tried to call someone.
"Who are you calling?"
Bonnie did not even look at the ancient vampire. She just waited.
"A friend."
Stiles looked at the screen of his phone. Bonnie Bennett. Why was she calling him at this hour? It was not like he was bed or anything. On the contrary, he was on his way to the police station with his dad. They had just discovered who the Kanima Master was, and were now trying to get evidence to convict Matt of the crimes. He was in the car with his dad and Scott, both tense form the situation at hand. Stiles could not blame them; his dad had recently lost his job and Scott was trying to maintain balance between his pack and his normal life. These times were stressful, and hopefully they would end soon. They still had no information about how to severe the connection between Matt and Jackson, or how it even came to be, but they had something.
And right now that would have to do.
"Who is that?"
Stiles turned his head to see Scott trying to focus on the screen. He decided not to answer it. She could wait.
"It was Bonnie."
"Bonnie?"
"The neighbor girl?"
Stiles had hoped this would not be twenty questions.
"Yes. But she can wait. We got something to do right now. So let's focus on that."
A/N: This was supposed to be up earlier. I am so sorry. I have been having troubles with posting things on here. Anyway...there is a little bit of a reveal to the Argents about Bonnie, and Bonnie knows they know. Also tonight's episode drastically changed a few things. Of course I have to keep up with the show...so...I will say that Bonnie is not going to be involved with what happened at the Police station, but she will discover somethings.
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