Hey everyone! Another update here. Chapters just keep getting longer, haha! Can't help it though, so many ideas swirling around in my head. But hey, that's the fun part, right? Also, I've decided to add the years to each chapter for a clearer timeline. And hey, I even included the characters' birthdays. Enjoy the read!

Birthdays (got it from TVD fandom wiki): Bonnie- February 5, 1993 ; Tyler- February 2, 1993 ; Matt- February 26, 1993 ; Elena- June 22, 1992 ; Caroline- October 10, 1992 ; Vicki- August 20, 1991; ; Jeremy- October 13, 1994 ; Jenna- 1980

Year 2006, month of November ...PRESENT AGES: Bonnie, Tyler & Matt - 13 ; Elena & Caroline - 14; Vicki -15 ; Jeremy - 11 ; Jenna - 26 ; Parents at their mid 30s

Bonnie POV

"I'm a seer."

The moment those words slipped out, I was like, 'Oops, why did I say that?' First off, I should've just started with, 'Hey, I'm a witch.' Now I've landed myself in this tricky situation. They're probably expecting me to be some kind of mystical fortune-teller, and they might start hitting me up for their fortunes like, 'Who's my future hubby?' or 'Am I gonna be rich and famous?' Nope, can't answer those. I mean, I do have some kind of idea of their future from the show, but I've already messed with so much, I can't rely on that knowledge. Although, if fate's got its way, maybe my TV knowledge still holds some value. Just hoping it's not the painful stuff, like, you know, character deaths and stuff - ugh, never mind, can't jinx myself. Still got plenty of time before the pilot episode kicks in.

For now, I could start learning about reading the future or ask Grams for some divination tips. Oh! Remember TV-Bonnie had that seer thing going on, predicting Tanner's death and Elena's life tragedies? Maybe I could tap into that if it shows up. And if not, there's always tarot cards and those tricks that tipsy Trelawney in Harry Potter taught her students, even though they were kinda rubbish and lacked details. Even if it was a bit shaky, gotta give props to the Potterverse for the inspiration.

The second thing is, blurting out those words in front of my friends just sent my confidence packing. I mean, sure, I'm all adult-like in this teenage bod, but spilling secrets messes with my mojo. Feels like I'm on stage, belting my heart out to the whole world. Ugh... starting to feel a bit dizzy. Maybe I should've played it cool, not just dropped that bomb like an overexcited toddler. Regret levels? Through the roof.

Alright, let's circle back to this whole witch business. Hmm... magic. Maybe I should've kicked things off with some cool tricks, you know, just to avoid them thinking I'm completely nuts. Yeah, definitely should've started with a bit of magic, then hit them with the 'witch' bomb, and maybe later dropped the seer bomb. Ugh, what a disaster. I didn't even prep a speech or come up with a game plan. Well, gotta figure out how to clean up this mess. My friends and the new hottie are eyeing me like I've lost it. *sigh*

"Hey, don't give me those looks, guys! Let me break it down for you," I said, standing up and facing them like I'm about to put on a show. Talk about irony. I'm a witch, not a magician, for crying out loud. Ugh... "Where do I even begin with this?" I muttered under my breath.

Then my always-helpful bestie Caroline jumped in, though she looked just as puzzled as I felt, and was that a hint of worry in her eyes? Nice going, Bonnie, you've really got them thinking you've lost it. "How about starting from the start, Bonnie?" she suggested.

"Yeah, let's start from the top. Okay, I got this," I said, trying to sound confident, even though I was totally winging it. Hmmm... since I've already set up the magic to keep others from eavesdropping, might as well toss in the illusion charm too. If you haven't guessed from the name, the illusion charm makes our part of the backyard look normal to anyone outside. Alright, here goes nothing. This illusion magic is subtle, so us inside—meaning my friends and I—won't notice any changes. Now, to make them believe me. Magic. The supernatural. It all starts there.

"Ever wondered if us humans, not the animals, are the only ones kickin' it in this world? I mean, this world's way bigger than just our little town, right? There's probably more going on than we know," I started, eyeing each of my human buddies one by one. They're all giving me this puzzled look, like I'm speaking a different language or something. Except for Tyler. He's got this knowing expression on his face, like he's already in on the supernatural gig, as I kinda suspected. The vamps, though, seem to be catching on and are just chillin'. Slater's even passing around his blood tumbler to the other vamps, which I spelled to keep on flowing for a solid three hours. Really gotta love those Potterverse ideas, man. Wonder if other witches picked up on 'em too, but knowing witches, probably not. They're too stuck in their old-school ways. Anyway, my thoughts are all over the place. Let's get back on track, shall we? Oh, right. "Us humans might not be the only ones calling it home," I continued, but before I could dive deeper, the boys cut me off.

"Yeah, aliens, right?" Jeremy quipped with a skeptical grin, nudging Matt and motioning for Tyler to join in. Matt cracked a chuckle, finding it all amusing, but Tyler? Not quite. He just managed an awkward smile at Jeremy and let out a nervous chuckle. Hmm... maybe spilling the beans about the supernatural could encourage him to spill his own. Though, I highly doubt he's aware of anything beyond werewolves. Guess we'll find out later, huh?

"Nope, not aliens," I continued, shooting a knowing look at the vampires. "But of the supernatural kind."

Vicki, who'd been pretty quiet till then, suddenly went on a question spree. Turns out, she's as curious as a cat. Who would've thought she's also a skeptic in real life? I mean, the show didn't really give her much depth beyond being a druggie and self-centered. And now, she's hitting me with questions left and right. "Supernatural? Are we talking mythical creatures here? Like dragons, mermaids, trolls, and all that jazz, right? And could magic be like what we see in Harry Potter? Is Merlin real? Oh, and you mentioned seeing the future? Like, psychic stuff, yeah? And what about ghosts and demons? Psychics usually deal with them, right? Sending them packing back to wherever they came from?"

Yeah, those are some questions I can't really answer. Dragons, mermaids, and all that? Who knows, maybe they're out there somewhere. The show didn't really dive into anything beyond witches, vamps, and werewolves. I never even bothered asking Life about it either. As for ghosts, well, I've had my fair share of encounters with spirits, like my Bennett ancestors haunting the witch house, just like in the show. But heaven or hell? Your guess is as good as mine. And demons? Nah, I'm good without those. Watching the Winchester Brothers deal with them in Supernatural is enough to make me steer clear of that stuff.

Hold up, if I'm living in a reality that mirrors the TV show Vampire Diaries, then maybe Supernatural is another reality too. Maybe even a part of this world? And who knows, maybe one day the Winchester brothers will show up and make themselves known. That would mean demons and all sorts of other creatures. Maybe even vampires like the ones in Twilight or Blade? But wait...ugh, I'm getting way ahead of myself here. Dealing with creatures like the ones in Supernatural is definitely not on my to-do list, especially demons and angels. Pause and rewind. Let's just stick to the present for now, shall we?

"I can't really say if other creatures exist, but hey, the world's a big place, right? Who knows what's lurking out there," I said, casually shrugging. Then I grabbed my glass of iced tea and downed it in one gulp. "As for Merlin? Not really my thing. I'm not big on history, you know? Knowing the future is just a small part of who I am. But witches? Oh yeah, they're real." With a casual flick of my wrist, I melted the glass with fire and transformed the molten glass into a cute white tiger cub. "And if you haven't guessed it yet? I'm one of 'em."

Enzo POV

My, my, ain't my lovely mate, the little witch Bonnie Bennett, a sight to behold today, just like any other day. But blast it all, seems I'm stuck in a right pickle. She's but a young 'un, you see, a mere thirteen summers. Goes against the law, that does, and don't sit well with my own sense of decency. Yes, I'm a vampire, a bit of a rascal, but even I draw the line. I ain't one to stoop to the level of them scoundrels who prey on the innocent. So, reckon I'll have to bide my time 'til she's a proper lady, like when she turns eighteen. Until then, I suppose we'll just have to make do with good ol' friendship. After all, at her age, the bonds of companionship are worth their weight in gold.

Friendship, huh? It's enough to make me want to tear my hair out, and I'll begrudgingly admit, I'm not the most patient bloke around. But what's a fella to do when she's still so young? Truth be told, I can't quite put my finger on when this peculiar attraction to my little witch started simmering. Back in the day, when we first crossed paths, she was just a slip of a girl, hardly enough to reckon she's my mate. Yet, there's this undeniable aura about her, a glow that whispers she's the one. Mates? Never even crossed my mind until Slater decided to enlighten me a few years back.

Besides pestering Slater about Damon's whereabouts, I've also taken the liberty of seeking his insight on matters like the glow and the inexplicable pull that keeps dragging me towards my little witch. Despite being a younger blood, Slater proves to be quite the repository of knowledge when it comes to all things vampire-related. His relentless pursuit of knowledge and passion for educating himself make him an invaluable asset in our circle. A good friend too, I must admit. It's no surprise Bonnie sought him out and hired him—for his intelligence, wisdom, and the vast array of information he possesses.

Anyway, what he told me after that absolutely astounds me. He explained that what I'm experiencing is akin to meeting your mate. Vampires have mates. Mates! It's unbelievable, I can hardly wrap my head around it. He described mates as soulmates, the ones we're fated to be with throughout our eternal existence. They're the companions who'll help ease the burden of immortality, completing us so we don't have to endure the eternity feeling alone and lonely. Remarkably, meeting your mate is not just rare, it's exceptionally uncommon. He even mentioned that the originals, the very first vampires from whom we all originate, haven't yet met their mates despite their millennia-long existence. Then, through his probing questions, it became clear that I'm one of the fortunate few who have indeed met their mate. Lucky me, indeed.

After that, old Slater had a right laugh enlightening me on how to spot your mate, your other half. He went on and on about three, or maybe four, telltale signs to keep an eye out for, depending on whether it's a vampire-human match or a vampire-to-vampire match.

The first one is identical for both scenarios: the glow. Imagine this: when a vampire sets eyes on their mate for the first time, bam! They emit this dazzling light, akin to a beacon piercing through the darkness, irresistibly drawing the vampire's attention straight to them. After that initial spark, what you're truly after is that soft, steady glow that envelops them afterward. The dazzling light's fleeting, just a flash, but that glow? Ah, that's the genuine indicator that this person is your mate, the unmistakable first sign.

Now, onto the second part—the pull, which also applies in both matches. It's a sensation, like a gentle tug. Not the kind that ties you down or compels you to do her bidding like a lovesick puppy. No, this pull is different, subtle—it's more like a guiding hand, not some overpowering force but more like a GPS system. Slater once likened it to being nudged in the right direction—to your mate. And wouldn't you know it, that GPS pull leads me straight to my little witch, Bonnie. Though I need the last part confirmed first, because it's the real sign, the one that seals the deal and confirms if that vampire or human is your mate or not.

Hmmm... if you think about it, the first and second signs merely point out your mates for both pairs. So, theoretically, a vampire could brush them off and carry on as usual. But once the vampire decides to heed those signs and spends a considerable amount of time with their other half, then the third and final part kicks in. That's when the real magic happens.

Ah, the third sign—quite the intriguing twist, wouldn't you say? Now, although the scent plays a role in both types of matches, they do differ in their execution. In vampire-to-vampire matches, after they've spent some quality time together, when the moment is right, both vampires emit a scent that triggers the primal urge to mate or bite. It's akin to the pheromones animals release during their mating season, quite primal indeed. However, for human-to-vampire matches, things take a more complex turn. While the third sign remains the same—scent—this scent triggers the vampire's instinct to protect and defend their human counterpart, although it takes a while for the vampire to register the scent and for the instincts to kick in. So, to truly seal the deal and confirm if the human is their other half, the vampire needs a taste of their blood. Slater mentioned that there's something special in that crimson elixir that solidifies the bond between vampires and their mates.

Now, the fourth sign is the last and most significant of them all, which applies to both types of matches. Once the mating or biting is done, a mark, resembling Celtic symbols, will then appear on specific spots like the back of the neck, the heart area of the chest, the ring finger, the tongue, either of the upper arms, or the back of a hand. Regardless of whether the human is turned or not, both mates will bear identical markings on the same spots of their bodies. It's akin to a symbolic wedding ring, sealing their bond for eternity. Quite a mystical and romantic notion, wouldn't you agree?

The snag, however, lies in the fact that the human must reach full adult maturity, a ripe old age of eighteen, for the vampire to verify whether they are indeed mates. Vampire-to-vampire matches don't face such obstacles regarding age, lucky them, even if the vampire hasn't reached physical maturity, their mental faculties suffice, which also applies to newly turned vampires who haven't reached their full adult maturity, like 15 or so. They will still recognize their mate and complete the mating process as it is. However, in my case, I've ticked off the first three signs, save for sampling my little witch's blood. According to Slater, indulging in her blood at this juncture wouldn't seal the deal because she's still in her youth. Thus, I must bide my time until she matures to be utterly certain. Nevertheless, those initial three signs are sufficient for me to affirm that she's my other half. Thus, for the time being, safeguarding her and ensuring her joy remain my paramount concerns as her mate.

Ah, mates. A peculiar concept indeed. Reflecting on it now, those telltale signs of matehood were nowhere to be found when I first crossed paths with Maggie. Perhaps that in itself was a sign, a silent whisper from fate that our paths were never meant to intertwine. And yet, despite it all, Maggie held a piece of my heart, a remnant of days long past. It's remarkable how time can alter one's perceptions. It feels like just yesterday I was consumed by my affection for Maggie, during the harrowing days of my captivity. But now, in the aftermath of my revenge, even with the lingering presence of Damon Salvatore, my affection for Bonnie, my little witch, only continues to blossom.

Funny how life works, isn't it? Despite the trials and tribulations, acknowledging Bonnie as my mate has only served to deepen my feelings for her. Fondness, that's what I've called it thus far. Maggie remains a part of my history, but Bonnie... ah, Bonnie is the promise of my future. With each passing moment spent in her company, that fondness evolves into something more profound, akin to a late-blooming flower, unfolding its petals in the warm embrace of the sun.

Ah, the mate signs—a whimsical dance of destiny, if you will. It's almost reminiscent of a courting ritual, isn't it? Upon recognizing the first and second signs, the third stage unfolds gradually, much like a budding romance. This is where you find yourself spending more time with your prospective mate. It's not about being coerced into some lovesick trance, mind you, but rather a gradual progression fueled by genuine connection and shared experiences.

Here I am, knee-deep in the third stage, tolerable yet frustrating, particularly given the tender age of my dear Bonnie-lass. But perhaps it's a blessing in disguise, affording me ample time to mend and prepare. Both mentally, from the scars of my tortured past, and emotionally, from the lingering ache of Maggie's memory. Yet, with each passing day, I find myself inching closer to closure, to a readiness to embrace my future with Bonnie without the shadows of the past looming overhead. Once my little Bonnie-lass is mature enough, I'm certain that I'll have fully healed and be ready to embrace my mate wholeheartedly as my future, leaving the shadows of my past behind without a backward glance.

Ah, Damon, that mischievous scoundrel, always up to something. The way he smirks gives it away every time, doesn't it? I can practically see the chaos brewing behind those eyes as he glances at Bonnie and the humans. Hmm... Damon. He's mentioned he's been quite the lone wolf these past years. Rarely mingling with other supernaturals, except for those occasional dalliances with witches. Quite the libertine, that one. It's highly unlikely anyone's bothered to clue him in on the intricacies of mates. The signs, I mean.

Now that I ponder it, the extent of Damon's understanding regarding mates is rather intriguing. He remains fixated on that sire of his, Kat-something, adamantly asserting she's his mate. But is that truly the case? It's quite perplexing, considering he was merely human when they first crossed paths. How can he be so certain she's his mate? If she were, his sire would've surely made it known, wouldn't she? Then there's the intricate web involving his brother tangled in the mix, thanks to that very sire. Can vampires genuinely have multiple mates or share one with another? It's a conundrum that begs for further investigation. Perhaps a chat with Slater later would shed some light on the matter.

Thankfully, Slater explained it to me, or else I reckon I'd be in quite a pickle. Without knowing about mates, these feelings for my mate would surely mess with my head and make me doubt my morals. I mean, let's be clear here—I'm definitely not a pedophile. Thank you very much.

Oh! Time to return to the present, it seems. My little witch wants to spill the beans to her friends, huh? A seer, eh? That seems to fit the bill. She did mention seeing me when she made the decision to rescue me from captivity, so it's likely she's got some foresight. I can't deny it. Though if you ask me why I didn't ask her about Damon's location before, it's because, at that time, I wasn't quite ready to face him. Besides, I didn't want to burden my little witch with every little thing. It's not her job to find things out, and she's still young with a life to continue on with. I can't go bothering her for every little detail, even if I know she'd help me if I asked. Right now, though, she's looking at me to back her up on this, and I suppose I'll have to stand by her. Not that I mind, really. Ahahh, that rascal, Damon is smirking again. What is he thinking now? I just hope he doesn't go off the deep end or make a spectacle out of the whole affair. That drama queen.

Damon POV

A seer, huh? So, let me get this straight, I'm supposed to believe that this mysterious seer can see into the future? Great, just what I needed, another dose of supernatural hocus pocus to spice up my day. Because, you know, dealing with vampires and witches wasn't enough. Now we've got fortune-tellers thrown into the mix. And of course, she "saw" Enzo, because, why not? Oh, how convenient. Because, you know, that's not a cliché trope or anything. Enzo's blabbering about being saved by her, and suddenly, she's the Oracle of Delphi? Please, spare me the theatrics. So, what's next? Crystal balls and tarot cards? Oh, joy.

Ah, the thought crosses my mind – perhaps our little Bonbon of mystical insight could lend a hand in my noble quest to rescue my oh-so-beloved... Katherine. Hold on a second, am I the only one feeling a bit off-kilter here? Ever since I landed in this circus of a town, something's been whispering in my ear that Katherine isn't quite right. Sure, she's my mate, right? Well, I've heard that term tossed around like garlic at a vampire buffet, but do I truly grasp its significance? Not exactly. Still, she wouldn't have lured me into this whole tangled web if I wasn't hers, right? Right? Enter Stefan, stage left, and suddenly I'm second-guessing everything. Ugh, the drama! But this relentless feeling, this incessant whisper in the back of my mind, keeps yammering on that Katherine isn't the missing puzzle piece I've been searching for. It's grating on my last nerve, this persistent itch. It's like a broken record, stuck in a loop, screeching at me, 'Recalculating! Turn right, turn left, you're going the wrong way! You're heading for disaster, you dimwit!' Seriously, could someone please hit the mute button on this malfunctioning GPS of a brain? It's giving me a headache worse than a stake through the heart.

Oh, joy, just what I needed, another existential crisis to add to my collection. Time to spill the beans to someone, and who better than Enzo? Sure, he's younger than me, but hey, age is just a number, right? Besides, I've never been the poster child for socializing with my own kind. Nope, I prefer the 'kill first, ask questions never' approach when it comes to vampires I don't vibe with. Can you blame me? I mean, sure, I've dabbled in the art of creating more of my kind, mostly for kicks and giggles, but let's be real, it's not like I'm hosting tea parties for the undead. And guess what? That little hobby of mine has earned me quite the reputation in the supernatural world. So yeah, forgive me if I'm not exactly the life of the vampire soiree. Time to spill the blood... I mean, beans. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes.

Alright, time to put the existential crisis on pause and shift focus to the more pressing matters at hand. Did our little mystical Bonbon catch a glimpse of Katherine in her crystal ball, or whatever it is she uses to peek into the future? And more importantly, did I manage to swoop in like the dashing hero I am and save her from whatever mess she's gotten herself into this time? These are the burning questions that need answers. Guess I'll have to wait until after she's done with her grand reveal to the world before I can corner her and interrogate her about my love life. But hey, no pressure, right? Just the fate of my eternal soul hanging in the balance. NBD.

Hmm, she keeps glancing in our direction, doesn't she? Ah, yes, she's definitely eyeing us vampires. Well, well, well, what do we have here? Little miss Bonbon seems to be on the lookout for a trusty sidekick, doesn't she? Well, I suppose I could begrudgingly play the part of the reluctant hero and offer my services. I mean, I wouldn't want Enzo knocking on my coffin door with a wooden stake in hand if I made things too complicated for her, now would I? But let's be real, I'm not Damon Salvatore for nothing. Where's the fun in making things easy? Time to inject a bit of mischief into the mix and see where this little adventure takes us. After all, life's just more exciting when you're a little bit naughty, isn't it? -meowrrr-

Well, I'll be damned! Did you see that? Bonbon's got some serious magic mojo going on! I mean, fire from her fingertips and turning melted glass into a living, breathing creature? That's some next-level witchy wonder right there. And not just any old run-of-the-mill animal, mind you, but something exotic to boot. Now that's a magic show worth the price of admission. How the heck does she pull off those tricks? Talk about a showstopper. Must be channeling her inner Merlin or something. You know, high-level sorcery she's been practicing on the down-low. But hey, enough oohing and aahing, it's time to stir the pot and sprinkle a dash of chaos into the mix. After all, what's life without a little unpredictability to keep things interesting?

"Ooh, a witch," I croon, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Magic, whoo! I can do that too." Suddenly, all eyes in our little corner of the backyard are on me. But wait a minute, why aren't the adults paying attention too? Little Bonbon just performed a magic show to rival Houdini, shouldn't that be front-page news? Unless, of course, our little Bonbon has woven some sneaky spell to make it all seem perfectly normal or, dare I say, unnoticeable. Crafty little witch, isn't she? Anyway, back to stealing the spotlight. "I'm what you might call a superhero?" I quip, taking in the reactions around me. I can practically feel Enzo facepalming next to me, Slater stifling his laughter, and Bonnie...oh boy, If looks could kill, well, she's a witch, so technically speaking, she probably could. But hey, who's counting? Let the show go on!

"Oh, really?" The youngest of the bunch, Jeremy, pipes up with a smirk. "Well, why don't you show us, superhero?" Oh, he's laying on the sarcasm thick, isn't he? Well, joke's on him. With a sly grin, I decide to give them a taste of the perks of being a vampire. Speed. Faster than the blink of an eye, I dash across the backyard and back again, leaving a blur in my wake. As I come to a graceful halt, I give Jeremy a wink. "Impressed yet, kid?" I tease, reveling in the awestruck expressions of my audience.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I continue to zip around the area, staying just within the range of Bonnie's magic veil while I playfully taunt and tease the group, especially Jeremy. Dodging his attempts to land a punch on me becomes a game of cat and mouse, and somehow I manage to snatch a marker and doodle all over him while effortlessly evading his flailing arms. The laughter from the onlookers fills the air, diffusing the tension that was present before. I can't help but notice the shift in Bonnie's demeanor, her nerves seemingly calmed by the chaos and fun I've injected into the situation. Enzo shoots me a grateful glance, and I can't help but grin in return. Mission success, I'd say. Just another day in the life of Damon Salvatore, mixing a little chaos with a whole lot of fun.

"Okay, enough," the blond dude, Matt, interjects, his voice tinged with amusement. "Okay, dude, we get it, you're like the Flash." His words elicit a round of chuckles from the group, and I can't help but flash them a cocky grin.

"Oh, come on now," I protest, putting on my best pout to feign offense and slighted pride, though deep down, I'm secretly reveling in the drama. I mean, who doesn't love a bit of theatrical flair, right? "What do you mean I'm like Flash? I make Flash look like an amateur. Can Flash do this?" With a dramatic flourish, I seize hold of the sofa they were lounging on, effortlessly lifting it into the air to showcase the raw, jaw-dropping strength of a vampire. The group's jaws practically hit the floor as they gape in astonishment, and I can't help but bask in the attention. "Thought so," I quip with a smirk, before gently setting the sofa back down with a flourish. Strength, just another perk of being a creature of the night. Haha... How fun this is.

Bonnie POV

Man, Damon's really something, isn't he? Always knows how to lighten the mood. But yeah, he's a bit of a show-off. "Alright, dial it down a bit, Damon," I told him, giving him a thankful smile. "but hey, thanks." Then I turned to my friends. "As I was saying, it's not just us humans here on Earth; there's also the supernatural kind. I'm a witch," I explained, nodding towards Damon, who still had that cocky grin going on. "And that superhero wannabe over there? Well, that's a whole other story."

"Okay, out with it, Bonnie. What kind of supernatural are we talking about here?" Caroline asked, her face showing a mix of awe and a touch of caution, which kind of bummed me out. But hey, I get it; humans tend to freak out about stuff they don't understand. It's just how they're wired, I guess.

Enzo was the one who spoke up, sounding all authoritative as he stood next to the always-smirking Damon, who had his usual confident vibe going on, and Slater, with that mischievous glint in his eyes. It was like they were trying to make a big entrance or something, you know, like they were about to spill some major secret. "The living forever kind," Enzo declared with this hint of amusement in his tone, and then, bam! They flashed their vampire faces. Fangs out, eyes darkened, they gave off this creepy vibe that sent chills down our spines. Well, their spines, not mine. Pfft! I'm a witch. I can handle them so easily... hehe... Anyway, my friends totally freaked out, screaming and scrambling away from them like they'd just seen a ghost. Fear and disbelief written all over their faces, man, it was wild.

They all huddled on the couch together like a bunch of pups sharing warmth in the winter, clutching each other tight. Well, it's pretty understandable. Vampires. It's a whole new ball game for them, a myth suddenly turning real. Tyler, though, the brave but reckless teen, stood in front of the gang, eyeing the trio as if he was ready to protect them from his natural enemy. Hey, Tyler, having werewolf blood doesn't automatically turn you into a werewolf. You're still human, you know? Or did I miss something, and you've transformed already? Nah, you still give off that human vibe, so you're good. "Don't worry, Tyler, they can't hurt you," I reassured him. The whole group looked at me with confusion but remained cautious. "The area around my house, including the backyard and its surroundings, has a ward. Anyone with hostile intentions towards anyone inside it will suffer the consequences. It affects everyone, especially the vampire kind and humans."

Enzo's wry amusement is evident as he quips with a big grin on his face, "Yep, it's electrifying." I bet he's still cracking up over that time when a vampire, who was yapping away with Slater and him about some ring deal, suddenly went rogue and tried to take me out. Can you believe it? Right here in my backyard, of all places! I usually don't do face-to-face meetings, but hey, exceptions happen. Slater vouched for this guy, said they were tight, so we gave the green light for the meet-up. Turns out, trust was misplaced, big time. Some beef went down, and that vamp decided it was a bright idea to target me. Got fried for his trouble, and I bet he regretted it real quick. -chuckles- Meanwhile, at that time, I was totally buried in my books, cramming for exams and juggling business paperwork. I was totally oblivious and didn't even notice the vampire getting fried behind me. And my playlist? Blasting Rihanna's Unfaithful and SOS. Classic tunes! "Ah, good times," Enzo murmured, chuckling, with Slater grimacing and nodding in agreement.

Now, you're probably thinking I'm too young to be dealing with paperwork or running a business, but let me tell you, in my mind and soul, I'm a full-on adult in my 30s. Even though I look like a teenager, I've got to have some independence, especially financially. Thankfully, my folks understand that. They've let me have a bit of freedom, especially after finding out about my reincarnation. Financial independence seems to be their way of giving me space. But hey, if they want to spoil me every now and then, paying my school bills and giving me stuff, I'm not complaining. After all, I'm still their kid and their responsibility. But enough about that, let's get back to the real deal.

"So, they're not gonna chow down on us?" Caroline asked cautiously, eyeing the vamps. Vicki seemed curious too, checking them out, and the other guys were doing the same, except Tyler. He's still all defensive. Hey Tyler, if they come at us, you can't really do much, man. You're still human, remember?

"Nope, they're friendly," I said as I conjured up a chair to sit on. Can't go back to joining them just yet. Still got some explaining to do. "Especially Enzo and Slater. They've been part of my family for years, so I know them pretty well. Don't know about Damon though. He's a bit of a mystery to me." Yeah, it's true. I know his TV persona, but real-life Damon? Not a clue. Can't really judge him this early without getting to know him better. But hey, he seems alright, even if he's a bit sarcastic and dramatic.

"So, what you're saying is," Tyler began, still a bit guarded but easing up a tad after my explanation. Same goes for my other human pals, who are back to sipping their drinks, ranging from juices to sodas. Score one for me. "Damon could still attack us if he wanted, but he's blocked by the wards? And how come the adults didn't freak out when he was zooming around and you were busting out the magic?"

"Magic, I guess, Ty," Matt quipped after taking a sip of his soda. He shrugged casually, as if that explained everything.

Caroline, my always-bubbly bestie, chimed in with her own take, "Ooh, maybe it's like that 'Notice-Me-Not' charm from Harry Potter. You know, like magic that makes regular folks not notice anything out of the ordinary."

"You're spot on, Care," Vicki added. "It's not specifically mentioned, but it was heavily implied that the Leaky Cauldron had that charm, which is why muggles don't come or go near the pub. In the book, I think Dumbledore used that charm in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, then Hermione in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Oooohhh...I bet they even put that charm in the Quidditch tournament stadium. Those poor muggles, though. Having their memories wiped?" Ahahh...They're getting off topic.

"Yeah, I know, right? They—" Caroline began before Jeremy, still mystified by the revelation that witches and vampires are real, cut her off.

"Hey, girls? Can we focus on what's really important right now?"

"Sorry," Caroline and Vicki both blurted out together, looking kinda sheepish as we all chuckled. The vamps, except for Slater, seemed a bit lost. I really gotta school them on the magic of movies, especially Harry Potter. They're stuck at book four: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie. The next flick's dropping next year. Maybe I'll invite them for a movie night. Hmm...whether it's books or movies, Harry Potter's like a goldmine of magical inspiration. Props to J.K. Rowling for that!

"Anyway, got it right, Care," I said with a nod, tossing a casual smile their way. "I cast an illusion charm around us, kinda like that Harry Potter 'notice-me-not' thing. Basically, they're oblivious to anything weird happening in our little bubble. So, even if we were to start shouting or if fireworks went off, they'd just see everything as normal backyard stuff."

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and wonder. "That's some serious magic mojo you're pulling there, Bon. But hey, if it keeps the drama at bay, count me in."

Enzo's remark carries a mix of admiration and amusement, acknowledging Bonnie's ability to spice things up. With a touch of playful banter, he affectionately quips, "Yeah, gotta hand it to you, Bonnie-lassie. You really know how to keep things interesting."

"Now, back to why I told you guys," I said firmly, no turning back now. Time to spill some truths. "Because I'm a witch, I also have this ability to see the future. I've changed a lot of things already, but if fate has its way, then some things are set in stone. I need you guys to be prepared for that."

"What do you mean, Bonnie?" Matt said softly. I detected a hint of nervousness in his voice. I guess hearing about seeing the future and being told to prepare for things can make anyone a bit anxious.

"Jeremy, don't be mad at me for this but," I said, glancing at him and then at my other human friends, "You guys remember those fire incidents a few years back? I did that."

"Yeah, two big fires in two nights. It was a real head-scratcher back-Wait." Vicki paused, then turned to me in shock.

"You burned Jeremy's father's clinic down?!" They all blurted out together, realization hitting them like a ton of bricks, while Jeremy shot me a furious glare, yelling, "You burned my dad's clinic down?!"

To ease the tension, Enzo jumped in with his signature smirk, "I suppose that's my fault, then," he quipped. Jeremy turned his attention towards him, his eyes narrowing as he demanded, "And why is that?"

Enzo began, "There's a reason why she did that, let me tell you a story," but I cut him off, curious as to why he was about to spill his guts to everyone.

"Whoa, hold up," I interjected, halting his story. "Why are you about to spill your guts to everyone?"

Enzo flashed me a sly grin. "It's alright, Bonnie-lass," he chimed before shifting his attention back to the humans. "Allow me to offer the abridged version. Back in the 1950s, I found myself held captive for a considerable stretch by some rather irksome humans who harbored both a deep-seated hatred for my kind and an insatiable desire to see me dead. Their curiosity was piqued by what I am and whether there existed a cure, you see..."

"Wait, you were what?!" Caroline gasped, horrified at what she was hearing. The others held the same expression as her. I knew what she was thinking—disbelief mostly. "Are they vampire hunters? And what did they do to you?" Then she paused, her horror deepening. "You can't mean?"

"I suppose you've already pieced together the puzzle without my guidance," Enzo remarked, his smile tinged with a hint of wryness. "It was quite the agonizing ordeal." He paused, his expression softening. "I was under their 'care' until just a few years ago when my little witch here came to my rescue."

Jeremy looked pale as he realized where the story was headed. "No way, that can't be true, can it? You don't mean..."

"This is where I come in," I jumped in, sensing the gravity of Enzo's tale. It's tough for him to delve into those memories, even just bits and pieces. "I had a vision of him when I was five. So, I trained my powers and hatched a plan to set him free. Once I knew he was there, I put my plan into motion," I explained, keeping it straightforward.

"I know he's your father, Jer, but he's a sadistic piece of shit, just like his colleagues. Sorry Jer, but that's my opinion of him, and no one can ever change my mind about that," I muttered. "Hmmm...thinking about your dad...Sorry again Jer, but I think it's in your blood."

The gang, excluding myself and the vamps, were consoling him about the devastating realization that his dad is an asshole. But when I dropped that last sentence, all of their heads snapped towards me, even the vampires. Their expressions were a mix of offense, disbelief, and a slight sense of betrayal. Huh?

"What do you mean by that, Bonnie?!" Matt demanded, his anger palpable.

"You're my friend, Bonnie, but right now I want to slap you silly," Tyler said, cracking his knuckles. The girls also seemed like they wanted to slap me, while the vamps just stared at me as if I had two heads.

Huh? Wait... Are they angry at me now? Why? Wait, let me recap what I said. Hmmm... Ah! Wrong choice of words. My bad!

"Ugh! Sorry about that," I started, chuckling nervously. "I'm not saying that Jeremy is the same as his sadistic father."

"Then what are you trying to tell me, Bonnie?" Jeremy this time asked me while glaring at me.

"Hey, I was just trying to say," I started, then I whipped out a journal from my trusty dimensional pocket. Gotta love those game manhwas I've read before. So inspiring! Anyway, "This here is a journal, obviously, but it's a journal from my ancestor, and I have plenty of them." Then I pointed to the journal in my hand, "Now, one of them mentioned, which is this one, that back in the day, Mystic Falls was all about the supernatural, especially vampires, and they were kinda aware of witches too. They even had hunters. Your family seems to be one of them," I said, showing him the part where his family is mentioned, "I think it's in your blood, Jer. Being a hunter, I mean."

"WHAT?!" They all shouted in unison, even the vampires, their expressions ranging from disbelief, confusion, fear, wariness, and anxiety. Guess who wore those expressions?-wink-wink-

"Wait, what do you mean, Bonnie?" Tyler asked, this time a little wary of Jeremy. He kept glancing at the boy. Poor guy. Awkward friendship now. HEHE... Ah, wait, had to stop that tension from growing. I made them befriend each other for a reason.

"It means that if Uncle Grayson is hiding vampires in the basement of his clinic for his twisted reasons, then maybe his brother is a hunter too. He's hardly ever around and is always traveling," I reasoned, not giving Jeremy a chance to interrupt. "And I saw him in my visions too. Burning down the clinic in the future, he threw a bunch of vampires and a werewolf inside. Basically, he burned all of them alive, which is ruthless." As I said this, Tyler's practically turning into a ghost at the mention of a werewolf being burned alive. Well, I keep repeating it, but I'm gonna say it anyways. Yup, he knows!

"Anyway, since your uncle John basically just burned it down in the future for his own twisted reasons, I only burned the clinic a couple of years early for a greater cause," I said nonchalantly, feeling that it was justified. "I also burned the bridge, by the way."

"Wait, werewolves are real?" Damon's voice dripped with disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. "And here I thought they were just bedtime stories or myths." He leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "So, if werewolves are real, I must have missed the memo. I mean, I've been around for quite a while, and not once did I stumble upon one of those furry fellas lurking in the shadows." He scoffed, shaking his head incredulously.

"Yes, they're real," Slater chimed in, always ready with the info. Gotta hand it to him for that. Tyler's losing even more color now. LOL! He looks hilarious. "The reason you haven't seen them around is because the vampires hunted them down to extinction." Yup, Tyler's paler than ever. I think he's about to pass out, but Matt's got him covered, literally.

"Why did they go extinct?" Vicki asked, looking horrified, with Caroline's expression matching hers. Then she turned to me with a confused expression. "Wait, they didn't, right? Bonnie, you saw one in your vision of the future, yeah?"

"Yes, girly," Damon drawled sarcastically, his tone laced with skepticism. "She mentioned that part clearly, but please, do enlighten us as to why the vampires hunted them down." His stance remained nonchalant, yet there was an unmistakable air of skepticism about him. "Because last time I checked, we vampires weren't exactly known for our altruistic tendencies. So, why would a bunch of bloodthirsty vampires suddenly decide to go on a werewolf hunt?" He raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident in every word. So skeptic!

"It's because, the bite of a werewolf is poisonous and lethal to a vampire," I stated matter-of-factly. "Once a vampire is bitten by a werewolf, it causes excruciating pain, hallucinations, and ultimately leads to their death, which sometimes through suicide" I scanned the faces of the vampires, especially Damon's, who still seemed skeptical but now had a hint of wariness. Tyler, on the other hand, had a contemplative expression, albeit still looking a bit pale at the revelation of his species' demise. "There might be a cure eventually, but for now, vamps, be extra cautious during full moons."

"A cure?" Slater asked me curiously, raising an eyebrow in intrigue. His eyes held a glimmer of interest, as if he was already contemplating the possibilities.

"Yup," I replied with a pop on the 'p', emphasizing the point. "It doesn't exist right now, but it might in a few years."

"Why not now, Bonnie-lassie?" Enzo inquired curiously, his tone tinged with a sense of urgency and anticipation.

"There are certain ingredients and processes needed for the cure to be possible. But let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said, taking a sip of my grape juice. I really love grapes. "Jeremy," I called out, catching his curious gaze. He's probably wondering what bomb I'm about to drop next. Well, it's definitely going to be shocking. "I burned the bridge for a reason, one that I hope never comes to pass like in the vision I saw."

"What's going to happen, Bonnie?" Caroline asked, her concern evident, her eyes wide and brows furrowed.

Our part of the backyard suddenly fell silent, like someone pressed a mute button on the world. Even the vampires, usually unfazed, seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. All eyes turned to me, their expressions running the gamut from shock to apprehension.

"In my vision, a couple of years from now, hopefully it's not fated to be, but Jeremy," I said, drawing out the suspense a bit. "Your parents are supposed to... drown at the bridge." DUN, Dun, duuuunnnn...

Chapter's finally done! Sorry for the abrupt ending and the cliffhanger. It just got too long, so I'm thinking of splitting it into parts.

I also introduced some info about mates in this chapter. Curious to hear what you think about that.

Quick question: Should Jenna be brought into the loop about the supernatural in the next chapter? Let me know with a simple yes or no.

As for the next update, I'll try to get it out next week or the week after, but no promises. Real life tends to throw curveballs, you know? Until next time!