I am at least satisfied from where i am at with life right now. Currently a work in progress and to improve myself, but satisfied for the time being. Covid in 2020, Covid in 2021 and possibly Covid (moreso recession) 2022 is meh. Was actually upset that it set my hobbies (aka fanfic writing) on the back burner once again.


Bonnie found herself back in the vampire lair, yet again.

Her heart was pounding like a heavy weight and she heaved nervousness that overcoming her. All for this book.

Well it is a book book, but alias a grimoire.

On top of the nervousness of breaking into a practical demon's lair—Bonnie is completely pained and guilty at the fact of abandoning Sophie. Though she absolutely does not trust the girl. Even in the midst of their hour-and-a-half day trip that took up majority of the day due to her Oldsmobile car troubles.

Bonnie walkthrough the main living room area. She sensed something but at the very least she does not sense the vampire home. Her focus is currently on finding her ancestral grimoire.

Her magic is her focus.

The witch strides out from the main room to explore other areas of the boarding house. While the main entranceway and living-room were extravagant, nothing could compare to the luxurious kitchen and dining room that should be part of HGTV floor-plan.

Bonnie is basically exploring this half-a-million dollar styled home, in tandem on her quest to find where the blonde guy hid the grimoire. The witch reminded herself on focus and silently emitted magic to actually find it. I need to be quick with this.

The witch finds herself in another sector of the home on the second floor. Bonnie floated through the corridor. Checking each room by the doorways.

C'mon you're a witch Bonnie. Bonnie had to coax herself. Like, she literally has powers so why can't she use them? Though everything is up in the air with her magic. She's still a novice at this thing.

Bonnie briefly stopped in her tracks. Focused on doing a summoning spell. She began with a silent chant over and over again to no avail, before even saying it out-loud."Ven ad me…"

The witch chants the latin phrase quietly to herself. The grimoire materialized in front of Bonnie.

"I see you found what you're looking for." Bonnie heart dropped. A wolf-shaped man, with a wolf-taxidermy like face appeared. He stood bravely on his hind legs, his tail was fluffed up behind him, the wolf's form resembled a lean human anatomy, and all while having a fowl daunting face of a wolf with piercing golden eyes.

"Yes." Bonnie says. "That grimoire is mine."

Book in hand. Bonnie made a run for it. She was able to materialize the grimoire in her hands as she's making a run for it. The witch does not know where she is going, but she plans to go somewhere. Though the spell for a safe haven is completely lost on her mind. But Bonnie is silently running through possible spells in her head to get out of this predicament.

Suddenly Bonnie was faced with the wolf-man. Face to face at the bottom of the stairwell with the devil.

Fear and spells overcame clouded her mind so much that Bonnie finds herself on the opposite side of the living room.

The wolf-man growled upon seeing her being adjacent to him. Only furniture separates the two.

He lunged towards Bonnie. Bonnie evaded in time by materializing a several more feet afar from the wolf. The wolf crashed into a canvas and some décor. He continued to be in pursuit of Bonnie.

Bonnie started to run. She ran at a human mundane pace, in tandem of using her powers for a quick mini-portal. Every time she runs several steps, Bonnie enters a portal and exits out of another portal a nearly a yard away.

The witch runs into the kitchen. The beast-man followed right at her hind legs. Bonnie nearly slipped at the static-like wooden floors. Causing a pot full of ingredients to fall over. The wolf-beast took on the seasoned paste all over his fur and furiously growled. Noticing from the corner of her eye before exiting the said-kitchen, Bonnie knew good well that the wolf-man is extremely pissed.

Then, there's the living room once again. The beast leaped from the entrance and all across towards where Bonnie was nearby the fireplace. Bonnie immediately teleport herself on the opposite side at the wolf's previous location.

Welp. I guess I have to do this until I can get things straight. Bonnie was set on her way home but she is only able to teleport herself at least a meter and a handful of centimeters. All while this ugly beast is chasing her and literally wrecking the house. The novice witch was and is able to do a teleportation spell under normal circumstances. Not practical life and death situations.

Home. Home. Home. Suscipe me in domum suam. Bonnie silently repeated the spell, amongst other similar teleportation spells that will take her at least more than a couple yards and mere inches. Like, she got the family grimoire, her ancestors could at least have her back on this since she literally had to face a demon the first time and now she's facing a centar-like devil behind her ass right now.

Suscipe me in domum suam. Emmène moi chez toi. bēti wisejinyi.

Bonnie has the wolf-man completely in circles within the confinement of the living-room. Though as of right now, he completely transformed himself into a literal feral canine. The witch gradually improved on teleporting but Bonnie still could to completely teleport to a safe haven. She was able to be in one corner, behind a couch, further towards the door, near another sofa, near the stairwell, and etc. and the pattern repeats. But the devil still pursued her tirelessly while Bonnie is ever growing impatience of getting the hell out of this hellhole.

Suscipe me in domum suam. Emmène moi chez toi. bēti wisejinyi.

The wolf beast was able to leap and practically tackle Bonnie. Bonnie, grimoire in hand, was knocked over on the floor with the beast towering over her and gnawing at the book and her wrists. The witch felt intense pain over her body based on the amount of the crushing weight of the beast and exposed skin from the brutal gnawing. Despite this, Bonnie attempted to wriggle herself out of reach and out of grasp, eyes closed to escape from the experience. Using all her sheer amount of human force she has in her body since her powers are malfunctioning.

Suscipe me in domum suam.


Eyes still closed, Bonnie took in heavy breathes to rejuvenate herself and of relief. She is not feeling the pain, hearing growls, and the stench of the stinky werewolf man. Bonnie felt her adrenaline stopped since she sense she feels herself in the confinement of her own apartment. Her head was on her plush pillow and her body is sunken in the softness of the comforter of her bed.

If it was her choice, Bonnie would stay dead asleep. But the bladder instinct is telling Bonnie to go to the bathroom.

Lazily waking up Bonnie slowly had to take in surroundings. This was most definitely not her apartment. But she's not complaining.

Bonnie chanted for home but ended up in a massive princess-like style of a suite. The bed has consistent layers of pearl canopy curtains. The white comforter and the layers are not of cheap 100% cotton and felt oddly luxurious. The handful of not one—but 15 décor pillows that were actually supporting her head. The details of the great big headboard were carefully crafted and tufted to perfection.

Asides from being suffocated by the plush Queen canopy bed, Bonnie was blinded by the ultra bright recessed lighting in the room. It took a minute for Bonnie's eyes to adjust to the new surrounding. But she eventually got up and out of bed for the restroom. In addition to, just looking at everything expensive that looks like something from HGTV.

There was more things that caught Bonnie to be in awe. The detailed molding by the edges and corners of the ceiling, the extreme detailed molding and mosaic scenery at the actual ceiling, a huge garderobe, and more furniture like the vanity and dresser that complements the garderobe and bed set.

I just went from a nightmare to a fairytale. Bonnie felt like a princess in this lavish suite.

Upon opening the gigantic doors, Bonnie realized this isn't just the suite. She's in a fucking mansion. Bonnie has an eagle-eyed view on the perfect symmetrical French double staircases from the balcony styled corridor hallway, plants, details and more details everywhere. She felt grande when she peeped over the edge of the balcony seeing the main grande front door and foyer area in her view.

Feeling a presence besides her, Bonnie looked to her left. 1868 Marie-Therese materialized.

Marie-Therese was stoic, but nodded quickly. Her ancestor did not voice anything out-loud for Bonnie to hear. But Bonnie can hear Marie-Therese in her mind. Home.

Bonnie chest sunk. Instantly gaining an understanding to home. Ownership of home belongs to Bonnie just as much as how the grimoire belongs to Bonnie. Shared.

Marie-Therese vanished as soon as Bonnie met eyes with her ancestor.

Drawn to the alluring French stairs Bonnie walked down the corridor and proceeded to descend down. The witch marveled the steel handrail and the gorgeous stair steps that supported her footsteps.

The marble floors were iridescent. They illuminated every step Bonnie takes. The marble floors of many colors led Bonnie through another corridor from the left stairwell and into a cozy nook full of floor to ceiling books. This particular private library shelves is filled to the brim, and clean and kept.

Bonnie took a deeper look into this nook. Passing by numerous volumes on each shelf. Looking around, admiring the décor of tufted leather couches and armchairs to looking at the spines of each volume.

"Have you found what you've been looking for yet?" Bonnie was startled, her attention was towards the man afar in the entryway of the two wooden doors that was already wide open. This particular stranger was less frightening since he is actual human. At least he looks like it.

Though, it was more-so that the man looked extremely fione in a navy suit in addition to his modeleque facial features.

"Ummm, uh, no?" Bonnie stuttered a bit and then recouped herself. "I'm just browsing a bit, I guess." Wow, how convincing Bonnie.

The man closed the distance between the doorway and made his way to approach her. Bonnie felt the stare-down of his eyes. Bonnie sensed that he is eye-ing the book she has in hand. But is unsure.

"Oh by the way, I already had this book in hand before coming—"

"Don't worry, I obviously know that by the cover."

Bonnie felt a lump in her heart. The witch is on alert mode.

"Are you okay?" The man immediately gestured his fingers on Bonnie's forearm and the backside of the palm of her hand that was lightly decorated with scars.

"I'm fine." Boundaries. Bonnie withdrawn back from the man invasive of her space.

"My apologizes," the man nodded awkwardly, "you can feel free to stay here, sit down, and everything while I can get some refreshments for you. I see it has been a long night." He then gestured towards the crisp tufted leather chairs in the median of the room.

Bonnie still is a bit wary about this guy. "Question: What's your name?"

"Once again, my apologizes, did not notice that I have not introduced myself. My name is Elijah Mikaelson. And you are?"

Elijah extended his hand for a handshake. The witch further embraced the grimoire closer to her tucked inside her left forearm. She looked at the ended hand warily.

"Bonnie. Just Bonnie."

"Ah I see you have an interest for grimoire's, Bonnie. Care to take a look of the rest of the collection?" Noticing her apprehensiveness Elijah pulled his hand out from view and behind his back. "Here, all of this information is on 17th to 20th Century American History."

The Elijah man walked past on by Bonnie. She'd take it he assumed she will follow, she did follow after with at least a foot or two distance away from him. Walking to the left side of the room from the right side and further on down at the backside of the room on the left corner.

Elijah pointed to the respective sections. "Starts from here to here in this area."

Bonnie carefully looked at the massive section full of thick grimoires. They have the same color coordination but you can tell all the grimoires are all different. Bonnie picked the grimoire that she felt resonates with her the most.

"You can borrow it," Elijah voiced over her as she skims by the thick pages. The material was endless and it is obvious that one can not read and understand entirely in one sitting," just make sure to bring it back in the same condition."

"I will." Bonnie says, closing grimoire such and tucking it in under her arm along with the other grimoire.


End