Italian Words Used:
1) Mia cara = My dear
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It had been a rather uneasy ordeal but Elena had persuaded Bonnie to get herself together a bit more. She explained that they all needed her to be strong and both had apologized. Now, they sat in the kitchen flipping through some of Bonnie's Celtic spell books.
"Oh, Bonnie, I can't find anything! Are you sure there's a spell for just getting a view of who a person is?"
Bonnie did her familiar chin thrust. "Elena, of course I'm sure. Keep looking."
They flipped through the books in the silent kitchen; the only sound was of an occasional tap of Bonnie's foot on the marble floor and the sound of turning pages.
Stefan had left to go hunting after a brief talk with Elena and more apologies. Damon, on the other hand, regarded Bonnie coolly, just about ignoring her presence next to Elena's, as he'd come into the kitchen to ask Elena if she needed to come with him to hunt. She'd said maybe later, and he'd nodded, gave a slight shrug and left.
Suddenly, Bonnie tapped her foot hard on the floor. "Ouch!" After a quick moment to rub her ankle, Bonnie told her friend anxiously, "I found it! Look here!" She pointed to a page with her finger.
Elena scooted her chair closer to see, and she skimmed the pages quickly. "All right. So, we need three strands of hair, any amount of blood…and Bonnie what's that word? It's blurred."
Bonnie tugged at a curl in annoyance. "Damn. I don't know. Stupid word must have gotten smudged somehow."
"Wonderful, just our luck! What do we do now? We can't do the spell without the last ingredient." Elena said frustrated.
"I've looked through these other books a billion times and I know there isn't another copy of this spell."
Elena drummed her maroon colored tips on the tabletop and sighed. "Let me see it again, maybe I can try and figure it out."
She studied the word. "Well the first word begins with a B and ends with I think 'ck', and the second word only has a legible 'c'. After that comes the last word that's totally unreadable."
"Read on." Bonnie urged. "It might give us some clues."
"Okay. Well aside from the hair and blood we need a pin, stick candles, salt and chalk. I know there's candles in the dinning room hutch, and chalk you might have, right? Since you need it for a protection circle? Salt obviously is in the kitchen....I think the cabinet."
Elena read on down the page, and then she paused. "Bonnie, here's the incantation. Something about…Black Cat Oil. Wait a minute! Does black fit the first word?"
"Yes!"
"Now what about Cat for the second?"
"Well it only has a letter C but it's the first letter so yeah I think it might." Bonnie replied.
"That last word we definitely can't read?" Elena asked.
"Hmm. Uh huh, I can't get it. I've never heard of Black Cat Oil but maybe that's what it is. I mean if it says in the spell and Black fits and Cat might, why not give it a shot?"
Elena nodded. "Okay. When the guys come back, we'll tell them. Except where will you get the Black Cat Oil?"
"I'll drive into town and see if there's a shop that sells things for Wiccan students."
"Good idea." Elena got up then, and began looking for the things they needed that she knew were in the house. She opened the cabinet and found salt.
"Bonnie, will you go check the dinning room for the candle?"
Bonnie nodded and went off in search of a candle. She came back a moment later. "Got it."
"Now for the pin. Uh, maybe in the laundry room. Sometimes I kept safety pins and the stuff above the dryer in a little bin."
"Why don't you get them and I'll get the chalk."
"Sure," Elena said and headed off to the washroom.
She reached up above the dryer to the shelf and found the little ceramic bin she kept needle and thread in. Elena poked around and finally found a thin silver pin. Then she placed the bin back up on the shelf beside all the detergents and starches and bottles of bleach, and walked back to the kitchen.
Bonnie wasn't back yet and she sat down at the table. A few minutes later, the back door opened and Stefan walked into the kitchen.
"Hey," he said.
"Guess what? Good news. We found the spell and the ingredients, minus this stuff called Black Cat Oil."
Stefan was surprised. "That was quick."
"I know, but most of the things are in the house. Except the oil and of course the hair and blood."
Stefan pulled out a chair and straddled it. "Now what?"
"We wait for Bonnie to get her butt back downstairs--she's gone to get the chalk--and then hope Damon gets back before next year." Elena grinned.
As if on cue, the front door opened, and there was noise in the hall as Damon walked in. He casually walked into the kitchen, lounging in the doorway. His gaze was on Elena.
"Don't you ever sit?" Laughed Elena.
He flashed a smile. "When I feel like it."
Stefan glanced at his brother momentarily before running his hand through his thick dark hair. He turned to the hall as Bonnie came back in shortly.
"Excuse me," she said curtly and Damon stepped aside to let her pass. Then resumed lounging.
"Well I got the chalk! Now for the oil."
"Perky now aren't we, Bonnie. Seems you forgot all about your fears?" Damon mentioned, seemingly forgetting the grudge he supposedly had kept.
She didn't even look at him. She just shook her head, red curls bouncing, bangs a little ruffled, and placed her hands on her hips, deciding to ignore his comment. "I'll go, I guess. Since I know what to look for."
"Sorry I don't know where there's a shop." Elena told her.
"It's okay." Bonnie waved her hand to dismiss the comment. "I'm off. I'll be back. Stefan I'm taking your car."
Stefan's eyes darkened. "I'm coming."
Bonnie placed her hands on her hips. "Stefan, I can do it myself."
"Bonnie, with all that's happened I won't have you going out alone."
"I'm not a child Stefan!"
He sighed, jaw clenching. "I know Bonnie, but I don't want anything happening to you."
She gave him a look of desperation and pleading, her brown eyes wide and intense. "Please.."
"Fine." He shook his head. "Keys are in the hall."
Bonnie left, grabbed her coat and slipped on a pair of shoes. Then they heard the door shut, a car door slam and an engine turn on.
Stefan turned to Elena. "Does Meredith even know what happened?"
"Yes. Actually I called a few nights ago. She went into that annoyingly calm state where she keeps her voice monotone and her statements blunt. I don't want her getting involved though. And as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't know anything of the threats or how we're doing this spell."
"Strange, there have been not too many threats," Stefan commented.
"Don't you think murder was enough, brother?" Damon questioned.
Stefan made no comment. Damon straightened and smoothed out the front of his shirt, picking off a piece of something probably no one else would ever notice just because it bothered him. He moved into the kitchen and stood behind Elena. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
"What do we do while the little psychic's out shopping?" He asked.
"We wait, that's what we do." His brother replied.
Elena said softly, "When she comes back, we start. " She leaned back against Damon.
"Which means I'm stuck with _him_ for an entire afternoon." Stefan said pointedly at Damon.
He received a raise of Damon's eyebrows.
"I don't want you two coming home half dead because you got into a fight." Elena was annoyed. "I mean it."
"Oh we won't, _mia cara_, I don't have time to deal with it right now."
"Right now, we need to focus on finding who this person is and dealing with her." Stefan replied.
"That's when the real fun starts." Damon said with narrowed eyes. Elena sighed. She knew he was right.
1) Mia cara = My dear
~~~~
It had been a rather uneasy ordeal but Elena had persuaded Bonnie to get herself together a bit more. She explained that they all needed her to be strong and both had apologized. Now, they sat in the kitchen flipping through some of Bonnie's Celtic spell books.
"Oh, Bonnie, I can't find anything! Are you sure there's a spell for just getting a view of who a person is?"
Bonnie did her familiar chin thrust. "Elena, of course I'm sure. Keep looking."
They flipped through the books in the silent kitchen; the only sound was of an occasional tap of Bonnie's foot on the marble floor and the sound of turning pages.
Stefan had left to go hunting after a brief talk with Elena and more apologies. Damon, on the other hand, regarded Bonnie coolly, just about ignoring her presence next to Elena's, as he'd come into the kitchen to ask Elena if she needed to come with him to hunt. She'd said maybe later, and he'd nodded, gave a slight shrug and left.
Suddenly, Bonnie tapped her foot hard on the floor. "Ouch!" After a quick moment to rub her ankle, Bonnie told her friend anxiously, "I found it! Look here!" She pointed to a page with her finger.
Elena scooted her chair closer to see, and she skimmed the pages quickly. "All right. So, we need three strands of hair, any amount of blood…and Bonnie what's that word? It's blurred."
Bonnie tugged at a curl in annoyance. "Damn. I don't know. Stupid word must have gotten smudged somehow."
"Wonderful, just our luck! What do we do now? We can't do the spell without the last ingredient." Elena said frustrated.
"I've looked through these other books a billion times and I know there isn't another copy of this spell."
Elena drummed her maroon colored tips on the tabletop and sighed. "Let me see it again, maybe I can try and figure it out."
She studied the word. "Well the first word begins with a B and ends with I think 'ck', and the second word only has a legible 'c'. After that comes the last word that's totally unreadable."
"Read on." Bonnie urged. "It might give us some clues."
"Okay. Well aside from the hair and blood we need a pin, stick candles, salt and chalk. I know there's candles in the dinning room hutch, and chalk you might have, right? Since you need it for a protection circle? Salt obviously is in the kitchen....I think the cabinet."
Elena read on down the page, and then she paused. "Bonnie, here's the incantation. Something about…Black Cat Oil. Wait a minute! Does black fit the first word?"
"Yes!"
"Now what about Cat for the second?"
"Well it only has a letter C but it's the first letter so yeah I think it might." Bonnie replied.
"That last word we definitely can't read?" Elena asked.
"Hmm. Uh huh, I can't get it. I've never heard of Black Cat Oil but maybe that's what it is. I mean if it says in the spell and Black fits and Cat might, why not give it a shot?"
Elena nodded. "Okay. When the guys come back, we'll tell them. Except where will you get the Black Cat Oil?"
"I'll drive into town and see if there's a shop that sells things for Wiccan students."
"Good idea." Elena got up then, and began looking for the things they needed that she knew were in the house. She opened the cabinet and found salt.
"Bonnie, will you go check the dinning room for the candle?"
Bonnie nodded and went off in search of a candle. She came back a moment later. "Got it."
"Now for the pin. Uh, maybe in the laundry room. Sometimes I kept safety pins and the stuff above the dryer in a little bin."
"Why don't you get them and I'll get the chalk."
"Sure," Elena said and headed off to the washroom.
She reached up above the dryer to the shelf and found the little ceramic bin she kept needle and thread in. Elena poked around and finally found a thin silver pin. Then she placed the bin back up on the shelf beside all the detergents and starches and bottles of bleach, and walked back to the kitchen.
Bonnie wasn't back yet and she sat down at the table. A few minutes later, the back door opened and Stefan walked into the kitchen.
"Hey," he said.
"Guess what? Good news. We found the spell and the ingredients, minus this stuff called Black Cat Oil."
Stefan was surprised. "That was quick."
"I know, but most of the things are in the house. Except the oil and of course the hair and blood."
Stefan pulled out a chair and straddled it. "Now what?"
"We wait for Bonnie to get her butt back downstairs--she's gone to get the chalk--and then hope Damon gets back before next year." Elena grinned.
As if on cue, the front door opened, and there was noise in the hall as Damon walked in. He casually walked into the kitchen, lounging in the doorway. His gaze was on Elena.
"Don't you ever sit?" Laughed Elena.
He flashed a smile. "When I feel like it."
Stefan glanced at his brother momentarily before running his hand through his thick dark hair. He turned to the hall as Bonnie came back in shortly.
"Excuse me," she said curtly and Damon stepped aside to let her pass. Then resumed lounging.
"Well I got the chalk! Now for the oil."
"Perky now aren't we, Bonnie. Seems you forgot all about your fears?" Damon mentioned, seemingly forgetting the grudge he supposedly had kept.
She didn't even look at him. She just shook her head, red curls bouncing, bangs a little ruffled, and placed her hands on her hips, deciding to ignore his comment. "I'll go, I guess. Since I know what to look for."
"Sorry I don't know where there's a shop." Elena told her.
"It's okay." Bonnie waved her hand to dismiss the comment. "I'm off. I'll be back. Stefan I'm taking your car."
Stefan's eyes darkened. "I'm coming."
Bonnie placed her hands on her hips. "Stefan, I can do it myself."
"Bonnie, with all that's happened I won't have you going out alone."
"I'm not a child Stefan!"
He sighed, jaw clenching. "I know Bonnie, but I don't want anything happening to you."
She gave him a look of desperation and pleading, her brown eyes wide and intense. "Please.."
"Fine." He shook his head. "Keys are in the hall."
Bonnie left, grabbed her coat and slipped on a pair of shoes. Then they heard the door shut, a car door slam and an engine turn on.
Stefan turned to Elena. "Does Meredith even know what happened?"
"Yes. Actually I called a few nights ago. She went into that annoyingly calm state where she keeps her voice monotone and her statements blunt. I don't want her getting involved though. And as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't know anything of the threats or how we're doing this spell."
"Strange, there have been not too many threats," Stefan commented.
"Don't you think murder was enough, brother?" Damon questioned.
Stefan made no comment. Damon straightened and smoothed out the front of his shirt, picking off a piece of something probably no one else would ever notice just because it bothered him. He moved into the kitchen and stood behind Elena. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
"What do we do while the little psychic's out shopping?" He asked.
"We wait, that's what we do." His brother replied.
Elena said softly, "When she comes back, we start. " She leaned back against Damon.
"Which means I'm stuck with _him_ for an entire afternoon." Stefan said pointedly at Damon.
He received a raise of Damon's eyebrows.
"I don't want you two coming home half dead because you got into a fight." Elena was annoyed. "I mean it."
"Oh we won't, _mia cara_, I don't have time to deal with it right now."
"Right now, we need to focus on finding who this person is and dealing with her." Stefan replied.
"That's when the real fun starts." Damon said with narrowed eyes. Elena sighed. She knew he was right.