It has been too long. Too too long. I have had school and writer's block. Well here is a new chapter

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Once again nothing. Another dusty grimoire with text Bonnie could barely decipher, and it said nothing. Well not nothing. The text was rich with many spells, curses, potions, and such. Bonnie would forget her original task and get so engrossed in one of the hundreds of grimoires that were now in her possession. But of course she would come down from that high, and remember that she was on a mission. A mission to find a witch.

Bonnie let the old, but surprisingly sturdy book fall from her hands. With a loud thud it fell to the floor, as she fell on her bed. A soft but labored sigh came from her. It had been a week since she was offered to pledge her allegiance to a mysterious witch. A witch that Bonnie knew nothing about, as well as there seems to be nothing about her. Bonnie was convinced this new witch had just popped out of no where. Bonnie stared at the ceiling taking in everything that had happened a week ago.

Of course the witch was not the only thing on her mind. After three weeks and two days, Rebekah was finally talking to her again. To Bonnie's surprise, the Original acted like nothing happened. She helped her out with the research, at Klaus' home. They went and hung out and talked with Matt. They were friends again. Bonnie was no fool though. She knew she was going to have to address the problem.

However at the moment she had a much bigger problem to deal with. A witch. One that wanted an answer, by tonight.

Another sigh escaped from the teen witch. She was running out of options, and with only a few hours standing between her and decision time, Bonnie needed to hurry to find some type of answer. For the briefest second, Bonnie considered them. The Salvatores. They seemed to have met every fucking supernatural being once in their times, so this witch was not a long shot. But talking to them. Bonnie stopped that thought in its tracks. She never wanted anything to do with them again. She was determined to stay away from them as much as possible, but this might just need their cooperation. So with another sigh, even more labored than the others, Bonnie got up, and made her way to the home of the Salvatores.

He could smell her before he had heard her car. Damon sat his drink down on the table. He felt something in the pit of his stomach. It was heavy and writhing. Damon was sure that the witch was hexing him even from the distance. But no, that was discomfort. Damon was sure to get rid of eventually. Unfortunately the witch always seems to be able to bring it up in him. The way she looks at him, narrowed, wary eyes. As if ready to kill him. They bothered him. She bothered him. He heard footsteps, heavy. Stefan. He could feel them slowing down however. Stefan could smell her too. A small smirk crept on his face. At least he was not alone in this fear.

He listened to his baby brother go to the door, waiting. Was he waiting to answer it? Damon almost scoffed at his brother's actions. Pathetic. Despite the fact that if Stefan was not here, it would be Damon standing at the door, waiting for her. Formulating his words, enough snark to make sure she saw nothing amiss. The witch was slipping, but Damon was impressed by her sensitivity to the slightest of things. Minutes seemed to pass, and nothing was happening. She was just sitting on her car. Even with the distance between them, the tension was strong. Damon was tempted to go out there and go get her himself. Of course he would have to deal with an aneurism or two, but it would be worth it. Just to have her acknowledge him. She did when she had to. But now, not so much. Unless there was something pressing where her cooperation was needed, she would ultimately ignore both Damon and Stefan. Damon knew it was bugging Stefan, he was good Stefan again. Anything and everything bothered him. But Damon was hating that it was affecting him to the level it was. On some odd level, a level that no one would ever know about, he missed her. He missed insulting her witchy heritage. He missed calling her Judgy. He missed creeping her out. He missed insulting her, and the looks she would give him. The I will burn you and shove a stake so far up your ass look. He missed her aneurisms, well not exactly the aneurisms. He missed the level of discomfort she brought him. The way her green eyes darkened around him. She did not deal with his actions, and even though he hated that, part of him loved the challenge of fucking her over. It was like having a good fuck, without actually having to get in between her legs. Though Damon would never pass down the option of doing it. A small smile developed from that thought. He already nailed Caroline and Elena, might as well polish off the group.

The sound of a car starting brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Stefan standing in the doorway. A pensive look spread across that furrowed brow.

"She left?" He asked.

"She's gone." Stefan affirmed.

Bonnie found herself at the site. The burned down, old house. It was a chilly night. Surprisingly, the sky was clear, generally December was a murky month; however, tonight was rather beautiful. Bonnie made her way in. She was early, only 11:50. This gave her enough time to think of something, anything, to tie to the witch. Nothing came about however. Bonnie was kicking herself for not going to them. All she had to do was ask them a simple question, dodge both Stefan's concerns, and ignore Damon's overall existence, unless her provided something worth remembering. But no, she got to the Boarding House, and sat in her car for twenty minutes. She could not will herself to get out of the car. She would never go to them. She knew they knew she was there. She could feel the tension growing. So after a twenty minute bout of nothing, she drove away.

Now she was at the sight of the dead witches, and she was still confused on what to do. Bonnie was worried that the witch was evil and she was going to use Bonnie for whatever maniacal mission she was on. However Bonnie did not know if she was evil. She could possibly the best thing to happen to the world, or even just Bonnie he could teach her everything, and Bonnie could use that to help people. Or at least make it easier in life.

She took out her phone and looked at the time. It was two minutes till midnight. Bonnie went and sat in the middle of the living room. She was feeling a little more tired than usual. Days at school, evenings with friends, nights looking for answers. Bonnie rarely got a full night sleep these days. It was always something in her life, but now, this was her doing.

Suddenly Bonnie felt a hand on her shoulder. It was cold but inviting. Bonnie did not turn around to see who it belonged to.

Instead she waited. She was soon given a response.

"Well?"

Cliffhanger! Okay I realize I am doing like the show does and giving new chapters every blue moon. I promise it will not be like this all the time. I will be doing better. I know this chapter is Rebekah light/Bonnie-Rbekah light. But this will change. Also the next few chapters will be confusing...so...

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