Bonnie was pleased that she survived her first night, but was already beginning to feel just a little homesick. It wasn't like she was a few hours from home; she was in the same town just one thousand years in the past. She wondered what her friends and family were doing. Did they think she was missing? Bonnie was also very curious to know what Tamara meant when she said 'they had taken care of it'. Who were 'they'?
The young witch was staring out the window of Tamara's home, looking at all the passing people. She had no freaking clue what time it was but she knew it had to be morning as the sun only rose a few hours ago. Her gaze moved and soon fell on a young man who was practicing with a sword. He seemed very skilled with it and Bonnie was impressed. She had held a sword once before and practically dropped it as soon as she picked it up so she knew that wielding a sword was no easy task but this man was very skilled with it. She was mesmerised with the movement his body made with every step he took and every move of his upper body.
She knew exactly who it was, she could tell by the hair. It had to be Klaus, and her suspicions where confirmed when she finally caught a glimpse of his face as he turned to talk to a man. Bonnie couldn't see very well from her current position but well enough to see the expression appear on Klaus' face once the other man appeared. Fear. Bonnie wondered what (or who) could make Klaus look so fearful. He seemed so fearless and in control whenever she had been in his presence in her own time.
"Tamara," Bonnie called, getting the older woman's attention, "who is that?" she asked and pointed to the man standing in front of Klaus.
Tamara walked over to the window and looked where Bonnie was pointing and a frown appeared on her face, "that is Mikael, Bonnie, he is the father of the Originals."
"Elijah said to Elena that Klaus and his father did not get on well, is that true?" She asked, recalling what Elijah had said to Elena.
"It is. Mikael loves his family dearly but him and Niklaus just seem to clash. It is a real shame how he is treated, he tries so hard for Mikael's approval but never seems to get it," Tamara said to Bonnie, staring at the scene ahead.
"Does he know that Klaus isn't his real son?" Bonnie asked and Tamara shook her head no and before she opened her mouth to speak the door opened and an unknown man walked in. He was around six feet tall with ashy blonde hair reaching just above his shoulders.
"Finally," Tamara muttered and looked at the man and then pulled him off to the other side of the room.
"I apologise for my lateness, my other task went a bit longer than expected," he said to Tamara in a hushed tone but Bonnie still managed to pick it up.
"It's fine, Godric, as far as they know you have been here the whole time," she replied, equally as quiet.
Something was off, Bonnie noted to herself. She wasn't sure what it was but she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something wasn't right. Bonnie may be still relatively new to witchcraft, but she knew witches did not have the type of power to just jump through time whenever they pleased, or if ever.
Tamara and the man shared a few more hushed words before she lead him over to Bonnie.
"Bonnie, this is Godric, my husband," Bonnie narrowed her eyes slightly, she wasn't convinced.
"What's going on?" Bonnie demanded, "If I am going to be stuck a thousand years in the past then I think I deserve to know as much as I can."
"Bonnie, please…"
"No, I know that witches don't have to power to do this kind of stuff."
"Just tell her, Tamara," Godric said and placed a hand on Tamara's shoulder, "Bonnie's right, she deserves to know."
"Okay," she sighed in defeat at being out voted. "I didn't want to tell you right away because I didn't want to overwhelm you too much, but Godric is right, you should know" she admitted. "I'm not a witch."
"But when I touched you, I felt it," Bonnie replied, confused.
"I made you think that is what you felt."
"I don't understand," Bonnie replied, shaking her head in confusion.
"I thought that if you believed that I was a witch, then you would have an easier time trusting me," she explained to Bonnie.
"So if you aren't a witch then what are you?" Bonnie tried to keep her voice strong, but she could hear the nervousness come out. She couldn't help it, being here just made her feel so vulnerable, like there was nowhere to hide.
Tamara and Godric shared some looks before he took over, "we are spirits," he told Bonnie.
"Spirits? As in ghosts?" Bonnie questioned them.
"Not ghosts, we like to call ourselves Spirit Guides. We guide certain people through certain journeys that were designed specifically for them. Like this one is for you," Tamara took back over from Godric, "we are one of the most powerful beings in the universe; there is nearly nothing we can't do."
"What do you mean this was designed for me?"
"It means that there is no other person in this world capable of this task. It was specifically written for you and Spirit Guides are the ones that help you through it," Tamara explained and tried to keep things simple. Over the last couple thousand years she had learned that a short and sweet history lesson was the way to go, she'd lost count of how many had passed out from the full explanation.
"If you only guide people through their destinies then who writes it?" she questioned them.
Tamara gave a little frown; of course Bonnie would ask that question. "They go by so many names and the Angels of Destiny is one of them. They created every path for every living being on this universe. There is nothing they cannot do."
"They're angels?" Bonnie questioned with a raised brow.
"Not feathery wings and bright halos type angels, but yes, in some cultures they are considered to be angels."
"I was having a hard enough time having to deal with vampires, werewolves, witches and ghosts and now I have to deal with Spirit Guides and angels? This is just great," Bonnie gave a dry laugh and rubbed a hand over her forehead.
"That is why I didn't want to tell you," Tamara frowned.
"I think I need some air," Bonnie mumbled and began to head for the door, leaving Godric and Tamara alone.
Once she was outside in the fresh air she took a deep breath and mentally tried to calm herself down. She ran a hand through her brown locks and started to walk in no particular direction, she just needed to walk. It was something she did when she became overwhelmed, whether it was pacing back and forth in her room or walking around in the woods back home.
While she was alone, she took a second to really take in her surroundings. It really was a sight, she thought to herself. She may even take advantage of the situation to earn herself an A on her next paper on the Viking period for History class.
She soon found herself at the tree where she and Rebekah had been talking the previous day and was surprised to find a small bush of Vervain at the base of the large tree.
"The Vervain plant is one of my favourites," an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind Bonnie. The young witch turned around and faced the women. "You must be Bonnie. Rebekah has spoken much about you. My name is Ayanna. I am a close friend of Rebekah's mother, Esther." the woman introduced.
"Nice to meet you," Bonnie politely said, her voice revealing her slight intimidation of the older woman. Bonnie observed the other woman; she noted that she gave off this aura of power, an aura that Bonnie had only seen around other witches. Other Bennett witches to be more specific.
"Have you discovered it yet?" Ayanna asked.
Bonnie looked at the older woman with a confused expression. "Excuse me?"
"Have you discovered your purpose for being here in this time?" Ayanna asked as she leant down and picked some of the Vervain. "I know you are a witch, Bonnie." Ayanna revealed when she stood up straight.
Bonnie's eyes widened as Ayanna spoke but the other woman gave Bonnie a friendly smile before continuing. "No need to be frightened, Bonnie. You should know that witches have the ability to sense one another and the pull is only stronger when there is a relation involved."
"Relation?" Bonnie repeated. "Are you saying that we…"
"We are family, Bonnie. I could sense it the moment I saw you, before that even." Ayanna said with a smile and put her hand on Bonnie's arm.
When their skin made contact, Bonnie felt the same thing she felt when she touched Lucy for the first time. It was like a light was glowing around them as they connected.
"You have made the connection, I see." Another female voice spoke.
"Esther," Ayanna greeted as she turned around. "This is my descendent, Bonnie," the much older witch introduced.
"It is wonderful to meet another Bennett, such a powerful lineage you descend from." Esther said, looking at Bonnie. "Are you aware of why you are here?"
Bonnie shook her head. "They will not tell me. They say that I need to figure it out for myself," she replied.
"The spirits." Esther said with a knowing look.
Bonnie cocked her head to the side. "Yes, how did you know?"
"When a witch is powerful enough and in a close enough range, we are able to sense when something is being altered. The other night Ayanna and I sensed a rather large disturbance and the next thing we know, here you are." Esther explained. "Only the Spirits would be powerful enough to perform something so extreme. Tamara has something to do with this, no?"
Bonnie nodded her head. "She said she was my Spirit Guide." She said, the words feeling unfamiliar falling from her mouth. "You do know about Tamara?" Bonnie asked, suddenly afraid that she may have revealed too much.
"We know she is a Spirit. She is the one that gave Ayanna the visions that lead us here." Esther replied. "We are grateful for Tamara and that is why I would like to help you in whatever way I can while you are here."
"I would really appreciate that. I have no idea what I am doing here," Bonnie said with small laugh.
It was nice to have other witches around, especially when one was her ancestor.
Back in the present time, Rebekah Mikaelson walked into her brother's bedroom without knocking, she was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. After so long she was finally going to get her best friend back. "Nik, I'm going to go wait for Bonnie to return at the Witch House. Would you like to join me?"
Klaus shook his head and continued to read the book he had in his hands. Rebekah let out a heavy sigh. "You have been waiting for this moment for a thousand years. Don't start acting like a petulant child now."
"You should be pleased that you will be getting Bonnie to yourself for a while without me there," he finally replied but still not looking up from his book. "I'm sure you two have quite a bit to catch up on," he added in a bored tone.
"What is wrong with you, Nik? She is finally coming back to us and you're miserable about it!"
Klaus slammed his book shut and through it on the floor and stood from his seat. "She's coming back to you, Bekah. She will not look twice at me after all that I've done. So I apologise for not getting excited to get my heart broken again."
"You don't know that, Nik. She loves you."
"She loves Niklaus, Bekah. She does not love me." The hybrid said with a sombre voice before pushing past his sister.
Rebekah stayed in the same spot after her brother stormed out, a frown replaced the bright smile that she wore only minutes earlier.
This was not how today was supposed to turn out.
Yikes! I'm so sorry for such a long wait. I've had half of this written out since January ha ha. I hope this update makes up for such a long wait.
If you were a little confused with that last line, I'll explain. Basically Bonnie being back in time will only last a day in normal time. In my story, when someone goes back in time, the past runs quicker than present day and don't worry I am confusing myself here too.
Any guesses on what Bonnie's task is?
Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews! Next update should be soon. I currently have a lot of spare time on my hands!
Sorry for any mistakes and I just want to let you know that this isn't going to be 100% historically correct. I'm going to try my best to keep things accurate and all but trying to keep things historically correct gave me a major headache and made me want to toss my computer on the ground lol.
Once again I am sorry for the late and the shortness!