Title: A Walk On His Light Side
Chapter 2: It Didn't Go So Right Did It?
Type: Vampire Diaries TV Show
Paring: Bonnie & Damon (as always of course!)
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Supernatural, Drama, Suspense, Mystery
Summary: Bonnie wishes Damon never became a vampire and ruined her life. So, she casts a spell to go back in time to kill Damon before he comes to Mystic Falls. She plans to only go back a few months but by mistake, she goes back a lot farther. Now, she is stuck in 1864 with a human Damon. OH MY!
*YAY! I actually update an hour later! New Record!*
Disclaimer: If I owned TVD then Bonnie and Damon would be together, Stefan would find someone worth his precious time, Caroline and Tyler would realize their feelings for each other, and Elena would have never existed…..So, obviously, I do NOT own TVD…The CW does
Chapter 2: It Didn't Go So Right Did It?
Bonnie had everything set up. She was in her room, packing all the things she would need. Snacks, drink, iPod, book, extra clothes, grimiore and of course a few stakes. Candles were lit and placed in a circle around where she was sitting on her carpet. Her grams' grimiore was lying in front of her, on the page of the spell she was going to read. The instructions were fairly easy.
Chant the spell three times. The spell will take you to where you need to go, destined to go. Remember, you don't pick the time, the spell picks the time where it feels you need to be in. When you are there, in the different time, you cannot alter anything unless absolutely necessary. You may not tell anyone of where you are truly from except another witch. If you tell anyone else, you could alter the fabric of time when you don't mean too. Chant correctly, and be careful. When you wish to go back, you may chant the other spell to get back. But, the spell will only work if it thinks you have finished what you started.
That was all. The spell was written in Latin below it.
Bonnie took a deep breath. She was ready to do this. She was ready to accept all the consequences to what she was about to do. And, she believed she could do this, without a doubt. Her plan was foolproof. Find Damon, stake him, than return to her safe time. Easy. Seriously, what could go wrong?
She so jinx it now, didn't she. Oh well, she had to do this.
Bonnie took another few deep breaths and closed her eyes saying a quick prayer to God for her safety and guidance. She opened them, and picked up the old tattered spell book. The pages were worn and muddy, stained in places, ripped in edges and corners. The binding was bending and broken, and the cover felt like sand paper. It was heavy in her hands. She started to read the spell.
Ego hodieredireinviamquaeducitadbonum.
Temporalisubinon intellexit.
Concedam ad Vellem mutare,
Deinde accipe bonum tempus, ne extenuatur.
Bonnie chanted this three times. Each time she said it, she felt the power surge through her. She could feel electric sparks flowing to the tips of her fingers and toes, feel her blood speed up, her heart pout faster. A gust of wind flew through her open window and she felt the goose-bumps rise on her arms. The candles blew out as she finished the spell, and she went out.
When Bonnie opened her eyes she new something was different.
She was in a bed—not her bed. The bed was too rough, too hard and too uncomfortable to be her comfy-as-a-cushion bed. Her eyes were blinded by a light streaming through a window with ragged curtains hanging from them.
Her head was throbbing. It felt like her head was rolling from side to side, up and down. It felt hot and her palms were sweaty.
The room she was in was small. Smaller then her room back at her house. She was lying on a small twin bed that took up most of the room. In front of her it looked like what would be a very old, wooden dresser. A small table was placed beside her bed with a bowl of water in it and a wet cloth hanging from the side of it. The colors of the room was all very dull. The room was painted a sad, dull color of green. A sick green, kind of like puke. The bed spread and curtains were the color of mud, and she could see several holes in them. The dresser and table looked very worn out like they would collapse any minute. Bonnie's bag was hung on the dresser in front of her.
Where am I?, She thought. Where could she be? She new for sure this wasn't any where in Mystic Falls since the town was filled with rich snobs with even bigger houses than her! (Cough-Lockwood's-Cough!) So, she couldn't possibly be in anyone's house, could she? Maybe that meant her spell didn't work. But then, if her spell didn't work, then why wasn't she still at home in the safety and comfort of her home?
"Thinking of something dear?" a voice from beside her spoke.
Bonnie had closed her eyes and was completely lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice someone come into the room. Now she opened her eyes.
Standing near the table with the wet cloth was a woman. Or girl maybe. She looked about Bonnie's age, 17. She had dark skin like Bonnie, and her hair was dark and pulled back into a bun. All in all, a very pretty girl. The only weird thing about her was her clothes. Instead of her time's usual jeans and a t-shirt, the pretty girl was wearing a dress. The color was the same sick, puke like green as the walls of the room. It looked like it wasn't cleaned in a few days and looked very worn out like everything else in the room. The collar of the dress started from her neck and fell all the way down to her wrists and ankles. Everything was covered. The girl had a troubled look on her face, and Bonnie wondered if she was the reason for her distress. What would you feel if you had to host a stranger with weird looking clothes (Bonnie was still wearing her jeans and t-shirt) and not even know where they are from, what their name is? Would this strange girl going to get in trouble for helping Bonnie?
Bonnie decided to speak. "Where am I?" She asked the strange girl.
She smiled a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "The true question is; When are you?"
Bonnie blinked. So her spell had worked! She felt a surge of proud joy, but it washed away when she thought of when she might be. She could positively, absolutely remember that the world did not look anything or dress like anything like this girl! Bonnie was pretty sure one year ago the people still wore shirts and t-shirts and stuff the may have said crazy things. So why was this girl dressed so formally and worn out? How could she be in 2009?
"This doesn't look like 2009…"Bonnie said out loud.
"Because it isn't 2009!" The girl with strange clothes laughed.
Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed together and she briefly thought of Stefan's brooding forehead.
"Then what time am I?" Bonnie felt silly for not asking her name so she added, "What's your name?" to the end.
The girl sighed as if she new Bonnie was going to ask this next and spoke.
"My name is Emily Bennett. It is the year 1864. Now may I ask just who you are?"
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!
So not dramatic and no Damon, but he will come up around maybe the next chapter or the chapter after that…I want a good build up to it. Anyways yay! I updated right after school! I have so much going on anyways, my friends are over right this second and we are practicing our dance for our talent show, I got a test Thursday, and hand in a report, so it a miracle that I'm finding the time to do this! Hopefully next chapter will be up by tonight or in the morning.