This is where things change from canon, from this episode/chapter on we start seeing bigger canon changes, starting more specifically at the end of the chapter.

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"So... I'm a witch, Liam is a cursed Traveler witch... and that's why so many wierd things have been going on. Why I have been having the weird dreams and obsession with numbers, could light the candles and have those weird feelings." Liam wanted to laugh at Bonnie's poor expression, the poor girl looked ready to faint as she was being explained everything, something even worse when she actually put words to what she was feeling. Still, he held back knowing how hard it had to be to swallow.

"Yeah, Bonnie, that's the main deal."

Slumping in her chair, the girl ran her fingers through her hair. "So it's genetic, if so why isn't Elena a witch, what made Liam tap into his power?"

Sheila, who had been watching and letting Liam explain for the most part, leaned in. "I beleive it was the loss of his parents, and then going to therapy. Our minds are powerful things, forces that can reshape our spirit. I think that for him, expanding his mind and healing the wound grief left allowed him access to the power lingering in his blood. He always had some access, as you have always had some access to that power, but being able to feel it is what develops as you age so you can use it conciously. Elena, who we both know is trapped in her grief and unwilling to change enough to heal, might never tap into her powers. The fact that her bloodline seems to be so removed from using magic is another issue, it has had time to fade from her blood, and Liam's as well. It is possible that they are the last allowed access to their power, or are close to it... I have no idea when their last active witch relative was."

"Oh... okay... so what can I do? I mean, other then setting things on fire and... well seeing the numbers when Coach Tanner was killed."

Liam frowned. "Numbers... 8, 14, 22?" He watched the girl nod. "I wondered what they meant, I was seeing them too but nothing came of it."

"When coach was killed, I saw the numbers on a car, and on the parking lot."

The infinite wisdom of Sheila struck again. "It's called Psychography, or automatic writing. It is a rarer gift of Divination, and one you both share, one I lack. Divination is something we all have, but it is clear you two are something special already that you showcase such specific powers."

For some reason Bonnie looked even more stressed then before, so much so that Liam reached over and pulled her into a hug even if he wasn't a fan of hers, he knew that stress she was under. "I am sorry that you've had to learn like this, but it is better you learn now. Life in town just got so much more dangerous lately, and you need to be armed with knowledge and power."

"How?"

A text rumbled in his phone made him look down at the thing and a sense of utter horror, hate and rage filled his soul. He stood up abruptly and moved towards the door. "I'll let your Grams fill those blanks in. I need to get home..." He smiled at her for a second, trying to mask his utter despair and loathing, not for the girl but for Damon Salvatore. "I will see you later, and never forget that I am on your side Bonnie. If you need an ear or a shoulder... I am here."

A slow, but beautiful smile crossed her face "Yeah, I won't forget. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Never a problem." And with that he left the house, shaking.

Caroline had just been discovered, covered in bruises, bites and general abuse... all due to one Damon Salvatore. He was going to die, Liam was going to kill him, there was no other way for this to end. He was going to make the man suffer before he perished and to do that he would make weapons at home. Sheila had included ways for him to hurt vampires in his Grimoire, ways that circumvented his low power levels.

He would try them all to put Damon down, permantly... no matter how much they made him personally suffer.

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Liam wound end up literally knocking himself out to not only make his weapons but find Damon. He cast a grand total of two spells, one to craft a weapon and one to locate Damon. It all started late in the night, when he came home from Sheila's house. He went right upstairs and settled at his desk after locking his door. Looking at his stuff, which included some small baggies and vervain and salt, he mixed the salt and vervain together before pulling out his athame. Pricking his finger, he allowed it to drop onto the herbs and salt.

Grabbing onto the ring Sheila had given him, he drew on the heady strength of it's stored magic. "Amplectere natos agonia!" He muttered, over and over again until finally he felt a surge of magic that burned within him. His blood boiled for a moment before fire danced along the herbs. As they dried out, he ground them finely with a pestal and then transfered them into six small baggies. If they worked like the spell said, then they would burst into flames the moment they touched or got near a vampire, and then the inherit magic within vervain plus the smoke would disable a vampire for at least a solid minute. Long enough to escape or stake a vampire...

At least was the hope.

Shaking, he collapsed bonelessly into his seat, coughing as blood pooled in his nose. " Why is that so hard? Damn... I got to do the next spell, before I sleep." Coughing, he opened his grimoire and fluttered to the page on locator spells, one that did not require blood. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Damon entirely, from his perfect blue eyes to his perfect smile to his sexy dark hair and the way he utterly hated the man.

Lighting a candle, he channeled his own power, having tapped out the ring. "Fiat mihi videatur, ex quo esse pieces." As before he repeated his over and over again, feeling his power straining against his body as he managed to just barely cast the spell.

And within seconds he saw the man, trapped with greying skin in a basement... the image faded and he saw the inside of a house though unfamilar... and then a face, one he just barely knew.

"Zach Salvatore... he's in the Salvatore basement. Good... he looks like he's dying, maybe he's too weak to fight back. Goodie for me." He might have done or said more... only to fall out of his chair, catching himself on the ground. Too weak to move, he just lay there and slowly drifted into sleep.

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It would take days, until the day before the Sexy Carwash, for Liam to feel good enough to function. The strain of magic proved too much for his weak Traveler body. He still went to school, cooked dinner and worked out, but he ended up collasping daily in his bed, too exhausted to really function beyond that. He felt like nothing would restore his energy, that he was a leaking battery, a damn with a hole that wasn't being patched up.

Finally, after his last nap the day before the Sexy Suds carwash that a somehow calm Caroline had managed to create, he went downstairs to make himself some dinner. He was finally ready to hunt down and kill Damon...

And then he heard Stefan's voice, emenating from the kitchen.

"So let's start with Katherine."

Elena, who he saw at the edge of the kitchen, muttered. " Stefan..."

"She was...the most beautiful girl that I had ever met. She had this perfect olive skin. And she had this laugh. It was ridiculous. I mean, her laugh made you laugh. And she was fun. She knew how to have a good time. But Katherine was also very impatient and entitled and selfish, and, um, impulsive. Enter Damon. He claims that he was with her first. I don't know. I do know that I did some things that...I'm not proud of. And my biggest regret...is not being able to make it right before she died. I miss her, but...I'm no longer crippled by her loss."

Pulling away, Liam focused on the panic he was feeling. 'Vampire in the house... he better not touch a single vein in this house or he will die too."

He would have said or done something, but he could almost feel how happy his sister was with Stefan opening up... and so he turned on heel and left, returning to his room where he had snacks stored up, unwilling and unable to ruin the little joy his sister managed to recover, even if it was from Stefan.

""'

It was during the Sexy Sud's carwash that Liam took his chance, carrying his stakes and vervain pouches, hiking down to the Salvatore Boarding house. It took longer then he guessed to walk there, he was thankful that Caroline knew he wasn't interested in letting grown ass adults leer at him shirtless while he cleaned their cars. It was annoying and gross and he hated it, which is why it would work perfectly for Caroline's cause. She was a master at using people, no matter how much he adored her.

Reaching the Salvatore boarding house, he quickly snuck into a window, knowing Stefan was already gone to join Elena at the carwash. Perfect for an assasination attempt!

Making his way around, he searched for a way downstair... when he noticed a random door that seemed to lead nowhere and so he went there. Descending down the staircase, he found himself in a familar basement, he knew he was in the right place. Smirking, he moved towards what looked like cell doors. He peeked inside, and saw Damon, weak and greying, laying on the ground.

'Jackpot.'

Unlatching the door, he grabbed a vervain pouch and was about to throw it when someone grabbed his arms and pulled him back. " What are you doing?"

"Killin- " Air whooshed by him as he was thrown aside, smacking into a wall, cracking his head against brick forcing Darkness to take him once again.

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