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Mystic Falls, present

With the grimoire tucked securely under her arm Bonnie made her way down to the basement of her house. Once her grandmother had passed away most of her possessions were boxed up and kept there, although no one really went through them again after the initial clean-out.

As she reached the piled up boxes she thought about the best way to go about searching for what she needed. She hadn't been there when they packed up and she didn't even know if a lot of her occult possessions were still here or if her dad had chucked them out, mistaking them for garbage. Placing the grimoire carefully on an old washing machine, Bonnie reached for the box situated at the top of the pile, but at the sound of the basement door opening she let go and swivelled to face the intruder, only to be surprised to find her mother making her way down the stairs.

"Hey, you. What're you doing?" Bonnie grabbed the grimoire and held it behind her back as casually as possible. There was no telling what her mom would do or say or think if she found this in her possession.
"Hey mom. I'm just...looking for something."
"In your grandmother's things? What on earth would you want with any of that."
"I just...I miss her, you know? I thought that maybe some of her things would help me feel closer to her."
"Oh, honey." Her mother hugged her tightly before noticing the grimoire. "What's that you've got there?" Bonnie tried to hide the book's cover from view as she thought up a plausible excuse.
"It's just a textbook."
"It looks pretty old to be a textbook."
"Yeah it's from the library. It was published in 1864 and I wanted it to see how the founding families interpreted...Shakespeare."

Bonnie could tell her mother didn't fully believe her but she appreciated that she let it slide.
"OK. Do you mind if I join you? Lord knows that I pick now to be the time where I get close to her."
"Actually, I was wondering if you could help me find something. You packed the boxes up right?"
"Right."
"Well, I wanted to know where you had put all of grandma's weird, herbal remedies and talismans."
Her mother eyed her. "Now why would you want to go peeking through that?"
"Well, like I said. I want to feel closer to her and what better way than to understand what she was into, right?" Her mother didn't take her eyes off of her as she moved to the pile behind Bonnie.
"Alright, but I don't want you getting too into this OK? You're grandmother loved all of this Salem witch crap but you're smart enough not to believe it. Promise?" She handed her a box marked Quirks at the last part, and Bonnie simply smiled and nodded.
"OK, then. I'm going to go upstairs all that stuff in there creeps me out. Remember what you promised Bonnie."
"Thanks mom."

Once her mother was out of sight and the door was closed Bonnie sat herself down with the grimoire open to the page she needed and the box laying half-open in front of her. She looked again at the components of the spell. No matter how many times she read it, she still couldn't fully wrap her head around what she was doing, and why she was doing it.

"OK here we go. Grandma please have this stuff."
There weren't many 'ingredients' needed, and most of it was chanting and a lot of earth praying. But was she did need was extremely hard to come by, which is why she hoped her grandmother would already have it all in stock. You know, just in case she ever wanted to bring back someone from the dead.

Salvatore Boarding House

Damon walked downstairs only to see Elena and Stefan on the couch. Stefan was in the process of drinking some of her blood in order to build up some kind of immunity. He didn't even want to know.

"I see you two are still committed to that blood pact thing you got going on. Kinda creeps me out, just so you know."
"Damon, when we want to know what creeps you out we'll- wait, we'll never want to know." Elena bit back almost instantly.
"OH, that hurts. Guess I'll just go drink away my sorrows then. Enjoy the slumber party blood experimentation." With that, he walked out the door and headed straight for the Sheriff's office to double check that his compulsion on Sheriff Forbes was still solid. The last thing they needed was her hunting them, especially at a time like this, where he was a schmuck.

Meanwhile, back inside the house Stefan composed himself. It was still hard for him to be doing this, especially with Elena. But he'd rather get stronger because of her rather than anybody else. Elena rubbed his back and the two shared a soft kiss.
"I'm proud of you Stefan. I'm proud of both of us."
"This way I can protect you from Katherine and anything else that comes our way." At the mention of her doppelganger, Elena sighed.
"She called my house the other day. Stefan, I want to be strong but she scares me. I'm scared that she'll prey on Jenna and Jeremy. I'm scared that she'll kill you and don't say that she won't because I know she's strong." Stefan merely stared at her, since she had just shot down what he was going to say. He stood up and held out his hand to her.
"I think that for now we should worry about Damon. I know my brother and he hasn't been coping well ever since, well everything with Katherine started. I know that you're still angry with him about what happened with Jeremy and you should be," he quickly added that last part in when a look of annoyance crossed her face. "But your friendship with Damon meant something to both of you. I know it made you happy and it was changing him, for the better. I was getting my brother back, kind of. And my girlfriend was happier. I'm not telling you to forgive him straight away in fact, I'd be disappointed if you did." He paused to grab her hands and stare into her eyes. "But one day, you know you'll forgive him. I want you to accept that it's a reality."

Elena looked at Stefan for a moment before answering.
"The Damon I saw the other day, with Caroline's mom; that was the Damon that was my friend. I told him that and I acknowledged that he's changed. But, I still need time. I know you understand that and that deep down, so does he." Stefan smiled at her and she smiled back.
"You're amazing, Elena. Come on; let's get out of this house." Elena's smile grew and he led her by the hand outside into the beautiful day.

Bonnie sat on a park bench feeding some birds and thinking about the spell. Luckily, she had found most of what she needed according to the grimoire; vervain, dried angelica flower and, oddly enough, frankincense. According to Emily's scribbling on the side, the majority of the ingredients needed to be natural, to have come from the earth. Except for that one ingredient that evaded her; the blood of a supernatural. She couldn't just go up to Caroline or Damon or Stefan and ask they'd get suspicious. She needed to find someone else...

"Hey Bonnie." Tyler Lockwood greeted as he walked passed.
"Hey Tyler...Tyler?" Bonnie grabbed her things and caught up with him. "Tyler, wait." She stopped him in his tracks as he looked at her and took out his earphones.
"What's up? Something wrong?"
"No, no." Bonnie couldn't think of what to say. How was she going to get a vial of his blood without him noticing? Now she's being ridiculous. "You know what, don't worry about it." Out of nowhere at that moment, a cat launched itself out of a nearby bush or tree (Bonnie wasn't sure) and latched onto Tyler arm, sinking its claws in deep. It was as if it knew and when Tyler finally shook it off, Bonnie could've sworn it stared at her before running back into the bushes.
"WHAT THE HELL? Did you see that? What a psycho cat!"
"Guess you're more of a dog person." Bonnie laughed at her own pun before helping him clean it up as she sponged at his bleeding wounds with some tissues.
"Thanks Bonnie. Good thing you were here or else I would've gone into the Grille with my arm covered in blood."
"Yeah, lucky huh?" She tried to sneak the bloody tissues into her bag, hoping that this would be enough for the spell.
"Umm, what are you doing?"
"What?" He must have seen her.
"Why are you putting those in your bag when there's a trash can right there?"
"Oh it's nothing...Tyler. Hope your arm heals I've gotta go." Bonnie walked away as fast as she could but she should have known he'd follow her.
"No way are you getting away. You just took a whole bunch of tissues with my blood there is NOTHING normal about what you just did." He stared her down and she felt as though she had been driven into a corner.
"I need it for something." She whispered but he picked it up.
"For what? Some weird worship thing you have going? A cult of me?"
"Get over yourself." She scoffed and tried once again to move around him but he grabbed her arm forcefully, but not enough that it hurt.
"Bonnie, tell me what's going on or I'll be telling everyone of your weird...fetish." Bonnie glared at him. She felt like she had no choice. She had to go for it.
"I know what you are Tyler. At least, I know what Mason is." She leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, "Werewolf."

To say that Tyler looked shocked was an understatement.
"But...how? How could you know? And you still haven't answered my question."

"I just do ok? I need your blood for...a spell I want to cast."
"A spell? What are you some kind of witch?" Bonnie just stared at him as a look of realization dawned on his face. "No WAY! What is up with this town and the Halloween characters? Wait, why do you need my blood? Exactly what kind of spell is this?"

"I can't tell you that and I need your blood because you're supernatural."
"Well, aren't you? What with all the witchy stuff?"
"But I'm technically human, you're a werewolf."
"I AM NOT! If you know so much then you'd know that I haven't made the shift and I'm not going to." They were really close now and anybody passing them would think they were having an intimate conversation.
"You still possess the gene. It's in your blood. Look I gotta go I've told you what you wanted to know."

Once again, Bonnie made to walk away but Tyler jumped back in her way. "What more could you possibly want Tyler?"

"I want in."

:O NOW TYLER'S IN ON IT!

Hope that satisfies you lovely people. I hope that Tyler's reaction was OK. I figured that since he's a werewolf or Mason's a werewolf or whatever that he'd accept the existence of witches pretty easily.

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