Here is chapter 5, I'm incredibly sorry it took so long; I've just been so busy these last couple of days. Thanks for the reviewers &the people who have been reading the story and urging me on through inbox's and reviews, I love you guys. Btw this chapter is just on Bonnie and some of her findings and feelings, a lot of the other characters will be in the next chapter. Thanks again
Bonnie inspected the words before her, reading every word to herself, imagining her grams' old voice saying each word.
My dear Bonnie;
There is so much that I have withheld from you that I shouldn't have. Throughout the years that I have looked after you, I waited patiently to tell you about who you really are, your true potential, your destiny; but somehow it was never really the right time. Regretfully, when it was the right time, it was too late and there was so little time to share what I knew, and what you had to know. I trust in every one of your judgements, I believe you can do so much in your life as a witch but you have to believe in yourself as well. Your powers define you, and the fact that you're strong and independent highlights your potential dearly, not only are you from the Bennet line, but you are destined to be the strongest one of us all, even stronger than our ancestor Emily. Emily had visions of you back in the nineteenth century, she was aware of your power before you were even born, before I, your grandmother was even born. Your promise of power was something that kept us all strong my dear, we all believe in you, even at your weakest moments.
Bonnie, it's immensely important that you read over this very carefully because what I'm going to tell you is very important. Something bad is happening, something bad has been happening for a very long time now and I want you to stop it. It will include going up against the ones you love, and teaming up with the ones you hate. There will be a lot of sacrifice happening on your part but you have to stay strong and never give up. No matter what happens; it's essential that you never give up. Remember the oak tree that stands outside your window? That tree will tell you more; it will tell you almost everything and what it can't, you must find out by yourself. I tried to stop the problem once, but I wasn't the one for it. I wasn't strong enough, but you are. My eagerness to destroy them backfired and they weakened my powers; that's why my death is near, the reason as to which I'm dead right now. Remember to never give up and remember who you are through everything, you're a strong witch so embrace it, take pride in it.
P.S. The journal that you found this letter in is now yours. It will help you through the rest of your life, guiding you and informing you of supernatural legends and secrets. Don't be afraid to form unlikely allies and be strong no matter what difficulties you face, and remember I'll always love you.
Bonnie looked up from the words that had drawn her in, her grandmother was giving her a lifetime's worth of supernatural secrets. She inherited her grams journal which held stories on how revolutions took place, how the Salem witches immigrated to Mystic Fall, supernatural rebels and even the benefits of being a Bennet witch. Bonnie's grams, Sheila had even dedicated a section to write first-person entries on her everyday life; about her struggles, her joy and the strengths she found from being a witch.
Bonnie couldn't believe her luck. At first when she read the letter where her gram was telling her that the journal was hers, she was in shock; a good kind of shock. She felt a strong bond to her grams through reading her words, a smile crept up to her lips as the memories of her grams overwhelmed her; she hadn't realized how much she had missed her grams until now. She missed her knowledgeable laugh and her disapproving looks when Bonnie did something unintelligible but most of all, she missed her grams' hugs; the hugs that she was aching for at this very moment. In that small note, her grams had written words of admiration, inspiration, encouragement and respect. Her grams had made her seem like a strong, independent woman that could save the world single handed. Her grams' strong, positive view of her had warmed her heart dearly. Even though her grandmother was aware of the fact that she was friends with vampires, risked her life for vampires and would even die if it came to saving her best friend who was a vampire; she still meant the world to her. Bonnie wiped away her tears of despair and let the tears of happiness fall, because after all, she was happy, in fact she was overjoyed.
Bonnie opened the journal and read through the first page; it was about the hundreds of innocent girls who were burnt alive at the witch trials in Salem. There was a gruesome, detailed passage written on a newspaper by a witness at the bottom of the page, the date stated that the event took place in the year 1872; a year that was filled with fake assumptions and deaths. After reading only the first page, she was already shaken to the core so she skipped to the last page; it was a passage on supernatural rebels. When she started reading the entry, she was so intrigued that she couldn't find the will to stop.
The passage stated that in every supernatural race, there is a group of rebels who thrive to destroy it. For vampires, there are vampire hunters who they, themselves are vampires. The most famous of those vampire hunters is a man named Mikael Mikaelson, who was the original father but hated what he created. For werewolves there are also a group of hunters, hunters who are werewolves themselves and find what they are a curse therefore use their unbelievable strength to end the lives of werewolves. For witches, it is the same but a little less gruesome. There are a group of witches from a certain family who form a secret association where they strip the powers of other witches and add it to their own. These witches find what they are inhumane and unnatural therefore amplify their own powers to make the task of taking away power easier for themselves. They believe the only reason why you should have such power, would be if you were to use it in the right way, to rid of anything supernatural.
As Bonnie read on, she felt sicker by the second. For anyone to do such horrible things to someone of their own kind was absurd, totally unnatural.
But what did her grams mean by 'something bad has been happening for a long time'? Bonnie decided to follow her grams' instructions and went home, to see the grandfather oak tree that stood outside her bedroom. She didn't understand how tree would tell her anything but her instincts were telling her to go, therefore she did.
Bonnie stared up at the big oak tree and shivered, remembering the flock of crows that had scared her only a couple of days ago. She walked towards it and suddenly memories took her to wondrous places; all of a sudden, she remembered things that she hadn't thought about in years, things that she had almost forgotten. She remembered how she had picnics with Caroline and Elena right under it when they were in kindergarten, how her father had attached a swing on one of the outstretched branches and how her mother had engrafted her initials as well as Bonnie's and drawn a heart around it on the tree. The old tree held so many precious memories, it meant so much to her. She stopped as she neared the trunk and tried to figure out how the tree could 'tell her' anything, never mind tell her about the unusual circumstances that she had just heard about. She circled around the tree several times, trying to identify any weird things around or on the tree. Just as she was about to give up and walk away, she saw a stray branch sort of growing from the bottom of the tree trunk. The branch was extremely unusual as it was short and looked kind of sturdy. Bonnie bent down and pulled the branch, thinking that it would just snap off however as she pulled the branch, some of the tree trunk came with it and a wide dent opened in the tree. Bonnie gasped and stopped pulling the branch at once as she saw the opening, on instinct she let go off the branch and it smashed back in place. Bonnie stood there, looking at the trunk in shock and slight wonder. She had a vague thought that this could be what her grams was talking about. She got herself together and pulled once more, with more strength and determination. She pulled the branch higher and the little area opened once more and this time, stayed open.
Bonnie sat on the ground next to the opening and pulled out a wooden chest; the chest opened easily and Bonnie inspected the contents. Bonnie was surprised to see her grandmothers Grimoire among the things that she found, she had always thought that her grams didn't have a Grimoire, that she had just always used Emily's one but she was glad that she had her own one, she was glad for anything of her grams' possessions. As she went through the rest of the contents she found another letter, without reading it she stuffed it into the middle page of her grams' Grimoire and packed up the rest of the stuff into the chest.
She ran up to her bedroom and sat on her bed, opening the chest again. It was around 3am but she was wide awake, no signs of fatigue could be found on her. She pulled the letter sticking out of the Grimoire out and read it to herself, this time it wasn't one from her grams.
A time has come upon us. A time where our own are turning against us. We must destroy the ones who thrive to destroy us, but with it comes a price. A price which whoever willing to fight back has to be prepared to pay. The volunteer has to be from the strongest line of witches, and it can't just be any witch it has to be the strongest of the witch's line, if that person is yet to be born then we must wait. Waiting is nothing foreign to us, we have been waiting for centuries, but now the time is near, it is now. Bennet, are you ready?
Bonnie was shocked. Bennet? She felt as if the letter was directly addressing her, but then again, it was. After all, she was from the strongest line of witches and she was supposedly the strongest out of them as well. She shook her head, doubting herself; she couldn't be that strong but then her grams' voice rang through her ears, 'believe in yourself' and that's what she had to do; she was going to believe in herself and stop this group of rebels, rebelling against their own kind. Then it hit her, she pulled up her grams' journal and went to the last page. Her suspicion was confirmed, the letter she had just read was referring to the supernatural rebels, and it seemed that the rebels against witches had come together and formed a group. In her head, she made a promise, a promise to her grandmother that she would avenge her death. Those delusional witches were the reason for her death, as they were the ones who weakened her powers; and for that she was going to make them pay.
Bonnie started putting the stuff away and her eyes caught a book titled 'Powerful Booster.' Out of pure curiosity, she opened up the book and flicked through the pages. She quickly read a passage and stopped. What was this about a witch and a vampire? Bonnie's eyes widened; this was what she had to do to amplify her powers? She shook her head; she wouldn't do such a thing. But then she remembered her promise to her grandmother, she was determined to do whatever it took. Yes, she would ally with her enemies to avenge her grams' death, and nothing was going to stand in her way. She smiled suddenly and as she looked up, she saw a single crow gazing at her with ice-blue orbs standing on a branch in the old oak tree. She knew what she had to do, and she was going to do it now.