I have to say it's been a while since I have this many reviews for just one chapter, and it's just the prologue! Thank you! Thank you so much!

Now here comes what you've all been waiting for (I hope), BAMON!

Oh, yeah, this chapter was meant to be the first part of two, in which I would include most of the past concerning our two heroes, only things kinda got out of hand, and now practically all the chapters include at least one flashback... Still, in this chapter and the one following you'll find most what concerns the involvement of "Rachel Blue-Flame".

Oh, and one more little thing. I have 12 reviews to the moment this chapter is uploaded, twelve, that's a lot for me, which is why I'm updating now. Also, the more reviews I get, the bigger the chance I might update early (the fic is almost fully written, with two chapters and an epilogue missins, meaning I can pretty much update every other day if I just get enough reviews to want to do it!) Give me motivation people and I'll give you Bamon!

So, that's it for this AN, hope you'll enjoy!

Chapter 1. The Little Witch…

Things were so very confusing for Bonnie Bennett, they'd been for the past two weeks or so, ever since that night, that awful night when she was possessed by her ancestor Emily. Truth is that Bonnie remembered little of that event, just bits and pieces, like getting trapped inside her friend Elena's bathroom, and in her mind transported to a spot in the woods surrounding the town of Mystic Falls. Then it was as if some thick fog had settled around her, making it harder for her to focus, to think, she was barely conscious that she had left the Gilbert home and walked to the very place from her vision, the ruins of what once had been the Town's church: Fell's Church. From there it was just fragments: the touch of wood on her hands, the smell of earth as it was being moved, the heat of the fire as it circled her, and then the sparks and a resounding explosion as the crystal was destroyed. Then came another sensation: pain, horrible pain, she could feel as if her throat were being ripped out, as if someone were trying to take away her very soul.

And then for some reason, a very specific sentence entered her mind, one she couldn't find the reason for, and yet she couldn't forget it either:

'You are breaking the promise…'

Things had been so different from that day…it wasn't enough that she had just recently discovered the supernatural existed, her grandmother was a real witch, and so was Bonnie herself. Thus far she could barely make light things float and start fires when she got really emotional, she had no control whatsoever. And it wasn't that surprising either, since finding out the 'family secret' she'd been so freaked out she had done her best to avoid it, until it had just become impossible, since then she'd been practicing, but very little, barely enough so as not to totally lose control when her emotions got the best of her.

And if all that hadn't been bad enough, after that awful night she had found out that not only witches were real, vampires were too…as if her life needed any more complications. Turns out that a vampire had bitten her, that was the terrible pain she had felt, and he'd done that because while Emily had been in control, she had used Bonnie's body to destroy some old crystal that was supposed to be used to open an old grave and free a group of vampires. Apparently her ancestor had promised the aforementioned vampire, one Damon Salvatore, to save his lover if he protected her descendants; the pendant that was destroyed was needed to open the tomb, making so she hadn't kept her side of the deal.

Bonnie wondered for a second if that was the reason for that phrase an unknown voice had whispered in her mind that night; but then again, she had felt as if that voice were trying to hiss that at Damon, at some promise he'd broken. Maybe it was because he'd attacked her, but since she, or technically Emily, hadn't kept her part, didn't that mean the deal was off?

Bonnie honestly didn't know and it was all making her so confused…

Yeah, her life was hell, and to top it all there were those visions…dreams, fuzzy memories, hallucinations…or whatever. She had honestly no idea what they were, the first couple of days she'd had them when sleeping, but later on she'd began having these sort of flashes while being awake, until the point came where she began having little accidents, slipping, tripping, bumping on something, because she practically spaced-out while doing something else.

She was afraid of worrying her friends, or she probably would be if Elena weren't so busy pinning over Stefan and Caroline hadn't changed so much, pulling away from them, since that trouble she'd had with Damon. Bonnie guessed it was a normal reaction in someone who's been through a traumatic experience, even someone who couldn't fully remember it; in a sense she was doing the same herself, but still, it didn't make her feel any less alone.

Then there was Grams…Tituba Sheila Bennett, her grandmother, the woman Bonnie had always expected to have all the answers, the young witch didn't dare go to her with what was happening to her, and she wasn't sure if it was because she feared the answers she might receive, or if she just didn't know what questions to ask.

Still, that didn't erase what she'd seen in her mind, so many different things, some so very simple, other so extraordinary, she wasn't sure whether to call them hallucinations or long forgotten memories, wasn't sure which one she would prefer them to be. If it was the first, then she'd probably snapped already, but if it was the second…why had she forgotten it all? What had happened to cause that?

***Flash***

It was all fuzzy, as if half-dream half-reality. She was young, sitting on the grass, in her backyard, her parents had left her with the babysitter, some teenager that lived down the block and made some money looking after neighbors' kids. Though truth is she couldn't care less about the kids. She would usually leave the girl sitting in the porch and go inside to watch some show, periodically looking out the window to make sure the she was still there.

It wasn't really that bad, she could feel the cool breeze and watch the clouds passing by, with all sorts of odd and funny forms. That day in particular she had left the porch to sit in the middle of the backyard, to see the clouds better.

It wasn't bad at all, until she heard a growl. Head snapping to the side, the child was able to see a new form entering the backyard; it was a dog, a big dog, at least from the perspective of a young child as herself, she hadn't even turned four yet!

She had no idea how the dog had gotten inside, but as feared filled her she knew she had to get away. She jumped on her feet, as quickly as she could and tried to make her way to the back porch, but she was so little, and the dog was so much faster…she tripped and fell.

She opened her eyes, she wasn't sure when she had closed them exactly, but after a few seconds had passed and she still hadn't felt the animals' jaws she decided to chance it. What she saw both surprised and confused her: the dog was still growling, but this time at something else: a bird, a big black bird that for some reason kept flying around it, half-attacking it every so often. She had never seen a bird do that.

It took a second or two more, until she finally realized it was her chance and, trying not to call the dog's attention onto herself, she got back on her feet and half-ran half-stumbled to the back porch. She began pounding on the wood beside the door, since she could actually reach the doorknob just yet, until the babysitter finally opened it.

"There, there." She said in a bored tone as she let the girl in. "What's all the racket for?"

The child considered telling her what had happened, but in the end decided the teen probably wouldn't care, so instead she said.

"I just wanted to get inside."

"Fine…" The teen grumbled as she went back to the TV. "Stupid little brats…"

The child ignored the babysitter and instead went to kneel on a couch close to the window, enough that she could see the backyard, the dog was gone already, but the crow remained, he was standing immobile on a post near the porch, and the little girl would swear that if an animal could smile, that bird would have a wide grin on his face right then.

"Thank you Mr. Bird." The girl whispered as she waved at him.

Then she got off the couch and went to get a nap.

***End of Flash***

Kids were really innocent, or ignorant, whichever. But still she couldn't shake the feeling of what that bird had done, what she had never seen a bird before, or afterwards, do.

***Flash***

It was Halloween, her dad was at work, and her mom was feeling ill; which all in all meant she was going to miss going trick or treating, and that was a crime in and of itself, she loved dressing up, and of course she loved candy.

At some point she decided it might not be such a bad idea to go by herself, after all, she was a big girl, all of five years old, and she was just planning on going around the block, just enough houses to get some candy. So she went, got dressed and began making her way down the sidewalk.

"Don't you know it's dangerous for little girls, like yourself, to be out alone at night?"

She had barely taken a few steps down the sidewalk when she heard the question. Turning around, she found herself facing a strange man. He was taller than her, and paler; dressed like one of those men off the cop show her father like to watch so much, with tight jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. She didn't recognize him; and yet some instinct inside of her whispered that she could trust him.

"I can protect myself, mister." She told him with a toothy grin.

"Oh you can, can you?"

"Uh huh! Wanna know how?" She made him bend down so she could whisper into his ear, like she had seen the big girls do when they were telling secrets. "I'm a real witch."

She knew that usually people didn't believe in witches, or in magic; even her mom, who knew for a fact it was all real had a marked dislike for it all.

He was different though, staying calm even after her revelation, until a small smirk adorned his mouth:

"Witches are powerful creatures." Was all he said.

"Yep! They are." She was so happy he believed her.

"Still, I don't think you should be wandering alone. You never know when a hungry vampire might come and try to suck your blood."

"Don't make me miss the candy, please!"

"I won't, Little Witch. I'll just be your guard for tonight."

And he was, he accompanied her all around the block, waiting at the end of the drive while the girl went to the door to get the candy; once she had she would rush back to him, grab his hand and point to the next house. It was a routine they held onto all the while.

When the pair was leaving the final house, she looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you for walking with me."

"You're welcome, Little Witch," he replied with a smirk.

"I like it." Her grin grew.

"Like what?"

"That nickname. Little Witch."

"Well I'll be sure to call it you whenever I see you…"

***End of Flash***

And he did, he kept calling her that. Though she honestly wasn't sure what had happened afterwards, though she was pretty sure she hadn't had any candy the following days.

*** Flash***

It was a hot summer day, and the first time she was in that playground, usually her grandma would take her to a different one, one that looked more like a piece of the forest, in the limits of town, this one was near downtown. That could also be explained by the fact that it wasn't her grandma who had taken her there but her mom, her grandma was busy that day and couldn't watch her, so her mother had to take her when she went to have some coffee with her friends. The six-almost-seven year-old had been told to stay in the playground that could be seen from the open half of the coffee shop.

She had tried to do as her mother said, she really had, but the kids in the playground didn't seem to be that interested in her. At least not until one of them had sent the ball across the street. All the kids had stayed on their spots for a long time, just watching the ball roll until it stopped right next to a parked car, and even then, neither moved.

"Hey you!" It took a couple of seconds for the girl to realize they were talking to her.

"What is it?" She asked them, wondering why they were all suddenly looking at her.

"Go get the ball." The oldest boy, who was two, maybe three years older than her said.

"Why?" She crossed her arms and pouted, why should she do something for them when they didn't even pay any attention to her?

"You wanted to play." The boy told her. "If you bring back the ball we'll let you play."

It wasn't that bad of an offer, or so she thought. She didn't exactly like the boys after they'd been ignoring her, but her mom wanted her to play with kids her age, and it was her chance to do it, she just had to get the ball back.

"Ok." She finally accepted.

Remembering what her grams had said about crossing the street she stopped to look at both sides, making sure there were no cars, before crossing it. She was halfway through when suddenly a deep sense of panic filled her; and she realized why half a' second later: a car had just turned around the corner and was driving towards her, it was going fast, too fast; no way would she be able to move, or it to stop, before it was too late.

An instant later she was moving, though not by her own accord. It all happened in less than two seconds, and the next thing she was conscious of she was laying down on the sidewalk, inside the protective embrace of a tall and dark stranger. Only he wasn't a stranger, not completely, she could remember him, the same man who had accompanied her trick or treating almost two years before.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, panting.

She nodded, her heart was beating wildly, and she could hardly breathe, she'd nearly died…

"You saved my life…" She mumbled.

"What you just did was very dangerous." He told her, half-angry, half-worried. "Little girls such as yourself should never cross a street without an adult."

"I know." She admitted.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I had to get the ball." She explained, signaling to the object a few feet from them.

"You almost got yourself killed for this?!" He practically growled as he harshly grabbed the mentioned object.

She nodded, he was obviously mad, and he looked dangerous when he was mad, but still she wasn't afraid, something made her feel he wasn't mad at her, but at the danger she'd been in.

"Mama said I have to play with kids my age, and they'll only play with me if I get the ball." She explained as best she could.

"You owe nothing to those brats, you hear me?" He declared, seriously. "If they don't want to play with you, let them, you don't need them anyway."

She nodded, though she still wasn't that convinced.

"I know it's sad to be alone." He said, suddenly soberly. "But those kids aren't being your friends, they're using you. You deserve better."

This time she nodded more fervently, if he said so it must be true. She'd get better friends, maybe that girl she had met when her parents went to get her enrolled in school: Elena.

"Very well." The man told her. "Go back now, before your mother worries about you."

She nodded, and took the man's hand as he accompanied her to the other side of the street, he handed her the ball before making his way on a different direction.

"Thank you." She called to his leaving form.

She could barely hear his answer: "Take care, Little Witch…"

***End of Flash***

Her mother had, thankfully, not noticed her absence, so engrossed she was with her friends; and even when the other kids had grudgingly accepted to have her play with them in the end she decided not to, the tall man was right, she deserved better friends…was he her friend?

***Flash***

She was nine years old, and hiding behind one of the buildings in her elementary school. It had happened again, she had gotten upset and something odd had occurred. This time a boy had tripped her during gym class, and a second later a ball had hit him straight on the back of the head…and no one had thrown it at him.

Those were things that happened around her, everyone knew it, knew she was a freak. Some called her a witch, they called her grandma the same, made jokes about how they would both be burnt at the stake one day. She'd been afraid about that, until her grams told her witches were no longer burnt at the stake, times had changed; sadly, they hadn't changed enough for normal people to accept them.

Which is why she was in that moment there, she was hiding from the boy she'd involuntarily hit with that ball, and his friends. It didn't matter that he had tripped her first, for everyone in the school she was the one in the wrong, because she had used her 'evil powers' to attack him. What did they all think, that she would turn them all into toads next?

Wouldn't she wish…but the truth is she couldn't. What little she could do, she couldn't control, she didn't know how she was doing it, how to stop it…nothing at all.

"She's here!" A boy suddenly called.

And worse of all, she couldn't call upon it when she actually needed to.

"Witch, witch, she's a witch." The kids began chanting as they approached her.

She tried to run away, only to have all the ways blocked, until she reached an abandoned part of the school. It was supposed to have been turned into a new gym, but they had never finished it, it was the bullies' favorite place to be, and she had gone straight there.

They began throwing small stones and sticks to her, all the while chanting about her being a witch. It was awful, and while a part of her wanted to give them a good scare, a reason to call her a witch, another part was afraid of doing something she would later regret.

Then she felt it, heat, anger welling up inside her, and power.

"Get away!" She screamed.

They ignored her, instead they kept on taunting her, throwing things at her. They thought she was afraid, they had no idea that she was losing control.

"Leave me alone!" She cried out, trying to keep the heat at bay.

It was useless.

"What's going on here?"

The voice that spoke was deep, hard and commanding, and while there was no actual answer it was enough to make all the bullies scatter and run away.

"Are you alright?" She heard the voice this time speak in a softer tone, and directly at her.

"…Little Witch?"

She knew who it was then, her constant protector, her mysterious friend. Knowing he was there filled her with a calm she had rarely felt, one she realized she only ever felt in his presence, he was her own personal savior, the only one who with only his mere presence could make her feel as safe as her grams. He was almost like her guardian angel.

"Are you okay?" He asked her again.

She nodded, finally opening her eyes, she had closed them when the heat inside had become almost too much to bear. But it had stopped once he had gotten there.

"Good." He nodded as he knelt down to be more on her level. "What happened? Why were those kids bothering you?"

"They call me a witch, they know strange things happen around me." She explained. "They sometimes say that my grams and I are witches and that we're going to be burned one day. They also like to throw things at me."

"Those little pests…" He growled. "I should teach them a lesson."

He began getting up, fully serious about what he'd just said, when the weight of the little girl holding onto his arm stopped him.

"No." She told him, shaking her head for emphasis. "Don't do anything, please."

"And why not?" He asked, he touched a bruise on her arm. "If they hurt you, why shouldn't you want them to pay?"

"Because it's not their fault they can't understand." She said simply. "Grams says only special people can understand those who are like me and like her. Most people don't, it's not bad…"

"Even if they hurt you?" He asked.

"Yeah." She nodded fervently. "Usually they don't get this far, they are afraid the adults will do something to them if Caro or Lena tell their parents. But today they were both sick, so I was alone. They decided it was a good chance for them…But it's not their fault and…"

"Ok, ok, I got it." He agreed, kneeling down again. "They're ignorant brats but I won't hurt them for that. Happy?"

She nodded, a bright grin shinning through the small bruises on her face.

"You really need to take better care of yourself, Little Witch…" He whispered, and then suddenly realized something. "Do you want me to call you something different now?"

"No." She shook her head. "I still like it when you call me that, but only you though."

"Very well." He nodded. "Now you should get going, school must be off already, your grams can probably help you with those bruises."

"Ok." She nodded, and then, in a spur-of-the-moment decision, she stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, go now." He waved her off.

She had barely given a couple of steps when he added. "Good luck, Little Witch."

She spun around, but he was gone already.

"Goodbye, my Guardian Angel…" Her voice was a whisper the wind took.

***End of Flash***

That was the first, but certainly not the last time she had called him that.

He'd been right, her Grams had been a great help with those bruises, and since the woman had gone get her from school her mom never knew what had happened, only she and her Grams knew, and her Guardian Angel of course.

And say you'll hold

A place for me

In your heart.