Author's Note: So here I am again. I don't have much to say except sorry I suck so bad at this. I'll definitely try to do better with these updates. If anyone is still interested of course. I do want to let it be known that this is planned to be a very slow burn between Bonnie and Damon. I just wanted to give a very fair warning. Will there be underlying romance; of course. But with the way I've been updating it might feel like a drag. So hopefully my story is grappling enough to keep you interested. Also I'm praying that I'll do better with these updates.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or TVD

Bonnie sat unceremoniously into her seat eyeing the boy in front of her. Stefan returned her gaze uncertainly before settling into his chair. She didn't exactly know what she was supposed to be doing. Which is something she tried to tell Candace. What was up with that anyway. You'd think she'd jump at the chance to get some one on one time with the new boy. Mabey Candace was immune to his charm. Like her.

Bonnie began looking through her bag, hoping to find something that could help her. She tried to recall her assessment, but nothing she drug from her memory did anything to aid her predicament. Bonnie looked up annoyed at Stefan as he cleared his throat.

"I'm no expert, but I think this might require an actual conversation," he studies her face waiting on a response. 'Really,' she thought 'I would have never guessed.' Bonnie thinks her face must have mirrored her thoughts because he begins to smile. "You really don't know what you're doing huh." Bonnie drops her bag and sighs.

"What gave it away," Bonnie pauses sarcastically, "Oh wait, was it when I specifically said I've never done this before." Stefan chuckles at her holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, um… maybe this will help."

He offers her a printed sheet of paper.It was an announcement for the open position. It read that anyone looking to fill the position must me all requirements and complete an assessment to measure knowledge of the subject and ability to teach. Bonnie remembered something of the sort when she joined, but she was still at a lost about where to start.

Maybe, she should just ask him a couple of history questions to gaged his knowledge on the subject. 'Why dont they have a written assessment that would make this so much easier.' Bonnie looked towards Stefan again who was patiently waiting on her.

"Okay, so I guess will just get right to the history questions." He nodded in agreement. "So, let's start with World History." It was a safe place to start, since they learned it last year. "Oh wait, 'she asked, "You did learn World History last year, at your old school?" He nods at her question.

"I'm ready when you are." He says folding his hands on the table in front of them. What could she ask. She took a moment to ponder until something came to mind. She finally met his eyes with her question.

"Okay, during Ancient Rome, who did the first Triumvirate consist of."

"Pompey, Marcus Crassus, a rich asshole" he smirks "and, Gaius Julius Caesar" Stefan answered looking smugly at Bonnie's stunned face.

It's not that she didn't think he would know the answer; it was the sureness and confidence in his voice that stumped her. He didn't even take a moment to think about it.

"Correct, um next question," She pauses to think, "In 450 B.C., the first Roman law code was inscribed on 12 bronze tablets–known as…"

Bonnie let out a sigh of relief when she finally finished Stefan's assessment. He was pretty cool. Nice and kind with his words and gestures. Bonnie liked him. She began packing her things back into her bag. She had resorted to pulling them out one by one once she started to run out of questions off the top of her head. While she had searched for her next question, Stefan took the opportunity to ask her questions if his own like, 'Were you born here?', 'Why do you like history?', 'Are you going to the night of the comet festival?', etc. He also had a sense of humor that made Bonnie's cheeks hurt.

"Well, looks to me like you're the perfect candidate for this position. I'll let Candace know we have a new member on our team." Finally having her bag packed she stands and holds her hand out for Stefan to shake.

He looks at her outstretched hand as if he's not sure what to do. Before he could make up his mind Bonnie retracts her hand with a questioning frown. Stuffing them into her pockets, embarrassed, she nods heading towards the library door.

"Bonnie," he waits until she turns around, "Thanks, I had fun talking about dead people with you." Bonnie tries not to smile, but she does anyway.

"Likewise, later Stefan."

Bonnie heads out the school doors relieved that she was finally free. Closing her eyes she took in the afternoon breeze, sniffing up the therapeutic air. She looks around noticing there were only a few cars left in the school parking lot. Making her blue baby easier to spot

Cranking up her car Bonnie sped out the parking lot of hell and made her way towards her Grams. Mystic falls was your typical small town, where everyone knew everyone, and the people took pride in their towns history. Despite its shady undertones. It held a certain charm and beauty, that made you want to stay forever; Even if the people were spiteful, and it only had one good restaurant. It was lively and one couldn't help but love it.

Once Bonnie began to see the familiar streets that lead to her grams, the tension slowly eased from her shoulders and she could finally relax. Bonnie seriously hated that place. The school was not her problem, the people were. It hadn't always been that way. In fact, she could recall the first day of freshman year like it was yesterday

Two Years Ago (First Day of Freshman Year)

"Come on Lena, we're gonna be late." Bonnie yelled through the window of her dads SUV. Today was their first day of highschool and She was extremely nervous, but she was happy she would have Elena by her side. Bonnie knew that if she was there, today was going to be great.

She laughed as Elena came barreling down the stairs with a piece of toast in her mouth. She looked ridiculous trying to juggle all her things."Morning Bon, good morning Mr. Hopkins." Elena said politely as she hurriedly threw her things into the seat, hoping into the car.

"Good morning to you too Elena, are you excited about your first day of high school?" Mr. Hopkins pulled away from the curb as

Elena replied eagerly to his question."Of course, Mr. Hopkins, I have my best friend with me." They shared a smile as Bonnie's dad drove towards Mystic High. 'Yeah,' Bonnie thought, 'Today was going to be great.'

Freshman year started off with a bang. Bonnie and Elena where thicker than thieves. Everything was good, until it wasn't. Thinking of her friendship with Elena no longer brought tears to her eyes, but sometimes there was still a phantom ache she couldn't ignore.

Pulling up to her Gram's house Bonnie's eyebrows rose in question, surpised to find another vehicle in the driveway. One she didn't recognize. It was strange. Not because her Grams didn't have any friends, but because ever since Bonnie could remember the only cars that ever sat in the driveway were hers and her Grams.

She parked her hybird baby alongside the foreign car, eyeing it with suspicion as she walked towards the front door. Bonnie didn't bother knocking as she entered the house. It smelled of lavender and sage, her favorites. Toying off her shoes, Bonnie moved into the living room. She heard laughter and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Grams," Bonnie called out, "Where are you?"

"In here child," she called between her giggles, "Come here sweetheart I want you to meet someone." Bonnie ventured past the living room into the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast table was a woman. She was beautiful and oddly familiar. Bonnie smiled politely before addressing her grams, "Hey Grams, how was your day?"

Sheila hopped excitedly out of her chair pulling Bonnie into her side. "My day was the same as always, well except for my unexpected guest." She pulled Bonnie closer to the woman. "Renee, this is my beautiful granddaughter Bonnie, the one I'm always bragging about."

Renee, who was awfully quiet suddenly grabbed her hands. She felt a rush of power, of familiarity. Family, Bonnie realized. The power warmed her, she felt giggly, tickled. "Bonnie Bennett, daughter of Abagail Bennett, and granddaughter of Sheila Bennett." She smiled "Direct descendent of Emily. Wonderful to meet you child. My, what a sight you are, how can such a little thing hold so much power." Bonnie stood there in shock, lost for words. Renee let go of her hands her smile still in place.

"I…Um," Bonnie tried to gather the words, but there weren't any. The magic was slowly fading away, but it left its warmth behind. She finally found her voice when she saw the two older women looking at her expectantly. "You're family, a witch." Renee chuckled at her question and Bonnie cheeks burned. She felt like a twelve-year-old.

"Yes hun, I am family, and a witch," she looks towards Sheila, "She looks just like mama, with those eyes."

"A carbon copy," Sheila replied, turning to Bonnie, "Bonnie, this is my older sister; she's visiting for the week and she couldn't wait to meet you." Sheila returned to her seat and gesturing for Bonnie to join her. Bonnie sat down eyeing the woman in front of her. Her aunt, Grams never mentioned she had a sister before. Why is that. They looked so much alike although she could tell grams was the youngest. Not because one looked older than the other, but because Renee carried more years in her eyes, like she's seen more and lived longer.

"So, how was school," Renee asked. It was such a generic question, but her voice held real interest. Bonnie wanted to tell her that she hated it, and never wanted to go back. However, she didn't want to give her the wrong impression. "School was great, I love it," Liar. Bonnie was startled when her aunt burst into loud boisterous laughter. Sheila joined in as well.

"Hun, I really want to believe you, I do, but that was the worst lie I've ever heard," her laughter continued as tears sprang to her eyes, "I mean, even if I wasn't an empath, your face would have been a dead giveaway." She chuckles, "You wear your emotions too well." That was the second time Bonnie had heard that today. As the two ladies continued to laugh Bonnie couldn't help but smile as well.

"Okay, I hate it, it's hell." She confesses. They all share a giggle.

"Oh honey I've been to hell, and trust me, school is like the Garden of Eden compared to that place," Sheila clears her throat, but her aunt continues, "I mean forget the heat, I have a natural affi…" Bonnie jumps and Renee stops abruptly as Sheila slams her hand down on the table. They share a look that Bonnie couldn't quite decipher. In fact, she'd never seen that look on her grams face before. She wondered for the second time why she was just now hearing about her aunt. Did something happen between them.

"My apologies hun, sometimes my humor can be a little hit and miss." She watched as her Grams visibly relaxed. " What I meant is school can't be that bad, there are worst places to be." She smiled genuinely, but Bonnie could still feel the tension in the air. Hell, had she actually been there, was that even possible. Bonnie recalled the look on her grams face and decided not to ask about it further. But she definitely wanted to.

"Well, it's not the place exactly, it's just the people, and the noise." She didn't elaborate on what she meant by the last part; judging by the look on their faces, she would have to.

"What do you mean by noise," her grams question curiously, her aunt studied her as she waited for an answer as well. Bonnie began pinching her palm nervously.

"Sometimes I hear things, whispers, at first I thought I was reading other people's minds, but I don't think that's the case," she stops to take in their reaction, "They tell me things about a person, what they're feeling, their secrets." A huge smile spreads across her aunt's face, one that mirrored her grams.

"She's Clairvoyant," she begins to explain when she sees the lost look on Bonnie's face, "Psychic hun, those whispers you hear, they're the spirits whispering to you," she pauses, "Such a wonderful gift."

"I always thought that was your gift, but I wasn't sure," grams smiles, "Just like your mother." Bonnie look towards her grams at the mention of her mom, Grams never spoke of her. She liked it that way.

"Wait, I thought all witches were psychic," Bonnie finally questioned.

"Oh no child, every witch has the ability to conjure a vison or a spirit, but not every witch is born a psychic," she reaches for Bonnies hands as she continues, "You dear, have a direct link into the spirit world and a divine intuition." She smiles.

"So, you mean the voices will never stop," Bonnie question worriedly, "I'll have to live with this forever."

"Of course not hun, you can learn how to control it," she said, "We'll just have to teach you how. When my gift finally began to show itself, I locked myself in my room for months. I just couldn't handle all the emotions that were coming at me," She giggled at the look on Bonnie's face,

"Don't worry, it won't take you that long, we'll have this under control in no time. In fact, you'll be a pro at it before I take my leave." As she finished her words she looked down at her watch, "My, I must be going, or I'll be late," she hurriedly picks up her purse, she reaches inside and pull out a leather-bound journal. She hands it to Bonnie "I bought this for you," she looks over at grams and then back to Bonnie, "Please take it, I think there's a lot of good stuff in there that could be helpful."

Bonnie finally reaches for the journal. She feels a spark as she takes it in her hands. Gasping she smiled as her fingers began to tingle. Bonnie was surprised as she was suddenly pulled into her auntie's arms. She smelled of honeysuckle and she radiated warmth. "It was such a pleasure to meet you Bonnie, please give me a call whenever you need anything."

"I'll walk you out," Sheila says as they head for the door.

"Wait," Bonnie calls out, "I don't have your number."

Her aunt chuckles as she turns around, "Oh hun, you'll know it when you need it." And with that her and grams continued towards the door.

Her aunt. She liked her, where has she been all this time. Why was this her first time ever hearing her name. Bonnie didn't think about it long before her stomach growled, and she decided to head towards the fridge. She searched it's contents, trying to decided between a bowl of fruit or a piece of cake. She began to reach for the cake, when the sound of her grams voice caused to jump away from it.

"Child, what are you doing." She placed her hands on her hip, eyebrows raised in question.

"I was just looking for something to eat, I'm starving."

"I guess you'll have to wait until dinner huh," she asked, but not really, it was more like a statement, a very stern one. Very grams like.

"Yeah, of course, it's not like my stomach is caving in on itself." They share a laugh as Sheila heads for the fridge. She began taking out the ingredients as Bonnie eyed her questioningly.

"Ask the question Bonnie, I know you want to," Sheila sighs stopping in front of her granddaughter, "So ask."

"Which one," she smirks, "I have so many."

"How about the ones you know you'll get the answers to," her grams smirks back.

"Okay, so that only leaves one," she looks into her grams eyes, "How come you didn't tell me you had a sister. Not once did you even mention her, why," Bonnie watched as her grams struggled to answer her question.

Sheila looked down at the ingredients, which would probably become meat loaf, before finally speaking. "It's a very long and complicated history, one I'm sure to share with you eventually," her grams paused. Bonnie was about to open her mouth in protest before her grams interrupted her, "But for now I'll just give you the gist of things." She gestured for bonnie to have a seat at the dinning table before following her.

"A long time ago, before you were born, when your mother was just a child, me and your aunt had a falling out," Sheila rung her ring around her finger before continuing. "Renee was dealing with some very dark witches, witches who were power hungry, who would do anything they could to gain more power. I begged her to stop, I begged her not to become one of them, but she just didn't listen. She didn't want to hear what I had to say; she was in love." Sheila waited giving Bonnie a chance to ask questions.

"Aunt Renee was practicing dark magic, and who was she in love with, when did she stop, is she still doing it, did she really go to hell," Sheila smirked at Bonnie's last question.

"Nice try Bonnie, I'm not telling you about that." Sheila watched as Bonnie sighed in exasperation.

"You know, you're saying a lot by not saying anything." She looked smugly towards her grams.

"Well child, there's a lot more to know about that story than just its authenticity." Sheila returned Bonnie's smug looked before continuing. "But to answer your other questions, yes, your aunt did practice dark magic, no, she's not still doing it. If she was, she wouldn't have made past my doorstep, and she would have been traveling home with a very nasty hex." Bonnie looked to her grams to gage the seriousness of her statement. And she was serious, as a heart attack. Bonnie was dying to know the rest of the story. "And lastly," her grams continued, "Your aunt was in love with the leader of the witches. Thaddeus." Grams gave Bonnie a stern look when she began to chuckle.

"Thaddeus, what kind of name is that," Bonnie continued to laugh until she saw the looked on her grams face. She cleared her throat before speaking, "Sorry, please continue." She looked at her grams with apologetic eyes, trying hard not to laugh.

"Thaddeus is not a name to laugh at child," she gave Bonnie a serious look, "he was the most ruthless person I've ever met, A man with no soul, is not a man at all. He was evil personified, and he had Renee in his clutches, he nearly destroyed any good left in her. She was a shell of herself. I tried to help her, until she did something unforgivable, something to this day I still haven't forgiven her for." Bonnie held breath, amusement gone, anxiously waiting for her grams to continue. Bonnie grabbed her hands when she noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Grams, you don't have to continue if you don't want to, it's okay." Bonnie watched as her grams shook her head in protest.

"No child I'm fine, just some old memories still have fresh scars. When I tell you this, I want you to remember the woman you just met, and I want you to completely separate her from the monster in this tale." Bonnie grew even more anxious; her palms began to sweat, and her stomach held itself in suspension. "Your aunt, sh-she killed my husband."