I am so sorry it has taken this long to get another chapter out, once again I had to get this done first before you get a Bamon-centered chapter. So sorry! However, a double drop is coming tonight! I am editing Chapter 23 currently. I had to split them up because chapter 22 ended up being incredibly long otherwise. Thank you for being so patient with me!
Bonnie Bennett – Kat Graham
Damon Salvatore – Ian Somerhalder
Stefan Salvatore – Paul Wesley
Elena Gilbert – Nina Dobrev
Emily Bennett- Bianca Lawson
Sheila Bennett – Jasmine Guy
Disclaimer: These Characters Belong to LJ Smith/CW Network. No Copyright infringement is intended.
Sophia Archambeau – Tawny Cypress
Joanna – Alexandra Shipp
Decades earlier…
"Sleep well Mother, may the ancestors welcome you in all their glory" Joanna whispered, her voice trembling with a cocktail of sorrow and reverence. She gently knelt beside her mother Lucy's grave, the cold stone stark against the soft green grass. Her fingers traced the intricate carvings on the surface before she leaned forward, planting a tender kiss on the cool marble. As she rose, her black veil fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze, her eyes misting over with tears that shimmered like dewdrops under the solemn sky.
In the shadow of a towering oak tree, its branches sprawling like ancient arms, stood Sophia. Her presence was like a steadfast sentinel. Joanna's gaze drifted towards her, noticing the quiet strength in her stance.
"Thank you for bringing her home," Joanna called out. She offered Sophia a smile, a soft curve of her lips visible beneath the somber veil. Sophia slowly moved towards her.
"It's the least I could do. I should have been there with her. I'm so sorry," Sophia's voice cracked, her words heavy with unspoken guilt. She reached out, her hand gently covering Joanna's, a gesture that bridged the gap between their shared grief. Tears welled up in their eyes, spilling over and tracing parallel paths down their cheeks.
"I don't want it," Joanna suddenly declared, her voice firm, brushing away her tears. Sophia's expression flickered with surprise, a subtle shift that didn't escape Joanna's notice.
"She may have bound my magic and tried to shield me from this side of her life, but in the end, I'm still a psychic," Joanna said, releasing Sophia's hand, her eyes locking with Sophia's in a moment of profound understanding.
Sophia nodded, her expression one of deep acknowledgment and respect.
"I may be just a teenager, but when the time comes for me to start my own family, I want the same for them. A life unburdened by magic and the darkness that comes with it," Joanna continued, her voice laced with a determination that belied her youth.
"If that's truly what you wish... However, should any force, any danger seek to harm you or them—" Sophia started, her tone taking on a protective edge.
"Then you'll be there to shield them, Aunt Soph. Just like you do for me. You'll outlive us all. I...I don't want my children to be burdened with what it means to be what we are. I want them safe, distant from your world. Promise me, promise me you'll protect them," Joanna implored, her eyes burning with a fierce plea.
"For as long as I live," Sophia vowed, her voice resonating with unwavering certainty.
"For as long as you live," Joanna echoed, a solemn pact sealed in the quiet of the cemetery, under the watchful gaze of the ancient oak and fading of Form
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Bonnie Bennett and Emeline/Evelde had begun their spell with Damon. It was a ritual mirroring the one performed by Bonnie and Esther, a convergence of Bennett bloodline magic and Damon's vital essence. As they channeled their energies through him, a magical bridge was being formed, a pathway back to their respective timelines, each hoping for a seamless transition into their own world if it were successful.
As the spell began to take effect, a palpable wave of power surged through both Bonnies. Their skin transformed into a canvas of ethereal energy, aglow with thousands of minuscule lightning bolts coursing through their nervous system, a dazzling display of their formidable power. The energy emanating from them was so intense, so blindingly brilliant, that it rendered those in their vicinity momentarily sightless, akin to the overwhelming brilliance of the moon and sun colliding in a celestial spectacle.
This raw, unbridled magic was not contained by mere walls. It erupted with such force that it shattered the roof of Niklaus Mikaelson's manor and the tomb, yet the fragments did not fall. Suspended in mid-air by the sheer magnitude of the spell, they hovered like a constellation of stone, held aloft by the swirling vortex of power.
Amidst this chaos, both Bonnies began to ascend, levitating gracefully into the heart of the luminous beam. Their eyes were closed, their faces serene, as they continued to chant the incantations of the spell, their voices harmonizing with the pulse of magic that enveloped them.
The onlookers, including both versions of Damon, watched in awe and concern. They could only catch fleeting glimpses of the Bonnies through the dazzling light, their voices rising in a chorus of alarm, calling out to them, their concern palpable in the charged air.
Meanwhile, Bastien rushed to Emeline's side, his movements swift and determined as he could sense the sheer amount of magic being emitted. Katherine, ever the pragmatist, urged everyone to leave the tomb, her voice laced with urgency, warning of the potential danger as the stones of the tomb threatened to collapse under the spell's overwhelming force.
Outside the room where the spell was taking place, the Mikaelson siblings, drawn by the tumultuous energy struggled to gain entry as the door would not open, causing the siblings to panic.
Both Bonnie's could not hear what was going around them, they could only feel the sheer amount of power flowing through their body. As soon as they opened their eyes they could see each other, the world around them was dark and quiet, both Bonnie's reaching out to each other in wonder. As they both touched each other they fell to the floor of an unfamiliar room.
"Agh! So much for a graceful landing," Bonnie from the current timeline groaned, her voice echoing slightly as her body made unceremonious contact with the cool, hard marble floor. The impact sent a jarring sensation through her spine, making her grimace at the unexpected discomfort.
"Oh my god, this is so trippy," exclaimed 2010 Bonnie, her eyes wide with disbelief as she gazed at the future version of herself. The surrealness of the moment was overwhelming, making her heart race in a blend of excitement and anxiety. "Where are we?" she continued, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
"I don't know," Bonnie replied, her brow furrowed in frustration. She attempted to reach out with her senses, seeking the familiar tug of magic that had always guided her but found nothing. The absence of that connection left her feeling unmoored, adrift in an unknown sea. "I can't sense anything," she added with a hint of agitation, the worry creeping into her voice.
"Me either," 2010 Bonnie said, her concern deepening as she took in their surroundings. She rose to her feet, her gaze sweeping across the room. The marble floor beneath them extended into a vast, open space. The architecture was a breathtaking blend of the future and the fantastical—a place where sleek, modern lines met the intricate carvings and elegant structures reminiscent of an elven city from a tale in 'Lord of the Rings.'
As 2010 Bonnie moved closer to the current Bonnie, their shared sense of displacement in this unfamiliar setting forged an instant, if uneasy, bond. The older Bonnie noticed the younger's apprehensive glance, a silent acknowledgment of their bizarre predicament.
Bonnie drifted towards the window, drawn by an instinct to seek familiarity in this strange, new world. As she peered out, the landscape that unfolded before her was breathtakingly alien—a tapestry of lush forests and towering mountains painted in hues she'd never seen. The beauty was undeniable, yet it did nothing to quell the rising tide of unease within her. This world, while beautiful, was not her own.
The sudden knock on the door sliced through the silence like a blade, snapping both Bonnies out of their reverie. Bonnie's protective instincts kicked in immediately; she closed the distance between herself and 2010 Bonnie in mere seconds. "I'll do the talking," she whispered, her voice a blend of determination and caution. The younger Bonnie nodded, her trust in her future self-evident despite the situation's absurdity.
As the door creaked open, the man on the other side surveyed them with a mix of surprise and scrutiny. His gaze lingered just a moment too long, sparking a defensive fire in Current Bonnie.
"Don't even think about taking a step closer unless you value your life," she declared, her stance firm and unwavering. The threat carried the weight of her resolve, a clear message that she was not to be underestimated.
"Deal, but you need to follow me," the man replied, his voice tinged with amusement as if he wouldn't expect anything less from Bonnie.
"Where are we? And why are we here?" Bonnie demanded, her tone authoritative, seeking answers from this stranger who seemed unfazed by their arrival.
Before the man could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Let me handle this," said the woman behind him. Current Bonnie strained to see past the man's shoulder, her heart pounding in anticipation and sudden anger.
As the woman stepped into view, the air in the room seemed to charge with electricity. Bonnie's blood boiled at the sight of her, a visceral reaction to a deep-seated history that the mere presence of this woman evoked. Her arrival not only heightened the mystery of their circumstances but also promised a personal confrontation.
"I'm going to kill you," Bonnie hissed, her words slicing through the tense air like a dagger aimed straight at the witch before her. The venom in her voice was palpable, a raw testament to their shared history and the wounds that had yet to heal. 2010 Bonnie, however, could only offer a puzzled gaze towards the woman known as Sabre. The name, the face, it held no meaning for her, yet the tension was unmistakable.
"Not today…unfortunately for you. And I'm not your Sabre, not that we share fuzzy warm pleasantries in this timeline," Sabre retorted with a smirk that seemed to dance on the edge of provocation. Her casual dismissal of their enmity only fueled Bonnie's anger.
"What did you do?" Bonnie demanded, her sneer masking a torrent of concern and accusation. Sabre, however, stood unphased, a pillar amidst the storm of Bonnie's wrath.
"I didn't do anything," Sabre replied her gesture towards herself a silent declaration of innocence. "You, however—both of you—ventured into a spell far beyond your reach. Vampires, dragons, fairies—our world teems with magic and its creations, all within the realm of possibilities with their own consequences. But to meddle with time... that's a big no-no," she explained, her tone hinting at a complexity of rules and ramifications that governed their magic.
Current Bonnie's laughter, sharp and cynical, broke the momentary silence. "Funny, considering we're here fixing a mess you contributed to by resurrecting Adonis. We were ripped from our timeline, not by choice. And just so you know," she said, stepping closer to Sabre with a confidence that belied her situation, "I don't need my magic to make you beg for your life."
"Easy, easy," the man interjected, his eyes flitting between the two witches in a bid to de-escalate the situation. "Before we have a magical pissing contest, Some people here need to speak with you first," he assured them, positioning himself as a buffer between Sabre's snarl and Bonnie's defiance.
"And how can we trust you?" 2010 Bonnie challenged her skepticism a mirror to the uncertainty of their predicament.
"You can't. But you can trust the group we're taking you to," the man said, his smile warm, attempting to sow seeds of reassurance in the rocky soil of their trust.
Exchanging a look, both Bonnies seemed to reach an unspoken agreement. Current Bonnie extended her hand to 2010 Bonnie, a silent vow of solidarity as they prepared to navigate this situation together. With a shared resolve, they stepped past Sabre, following the man into the heart of this unforeseen adventure.
As they walked through the ornate hallways, each step taken by both Bonnies echoed against the opulence surrounding them—grand paintings that could rival the paintings in the Louvre, statues that stood as silent guardians of secrets, and high ceilings that seemed to stretch towards the heavens. Their surroundings were a testament to the power and history contained within these walls, yet the awe they inspired was tinged with an undercurrent of unease. The room they entered next was a stark reminder of the gravity of their situation, with five figures seated in judgment before them. Sabre's movement to join this council—comprising Elena, Stefan, Sheila "Grams" Bennett, and Emily Bennett—signaled the unfolding of a critical discourse.
"Grams" 2010 Bonnie greeted with warmth, the current Bonnie, however, wore her confusion like armor, her gaze darting between the faces of her ancestors and allies.
"It's good to see someone is still happy to see me, hi baby," Sheila's voice, rich with affection and tinged with sadness, reached out to 2010 Bonnie, before turning towards the current Bonnie with an apologetic softness. "And you, my oh my how we have failed you, I'm so sorry," her words were heavy, laden with a regret that spoke volumes of the trials they had faced.
Emily added her own remorse, "Me too, I'm sorry," her expression strained, as if each word was a reminder of their collective burden.
"I..I don't understand, what is this?" Current Bonnie's plea was desperate, seeking solace in the midst of her confusion and unwilling to simply accept their apologies without understanding the why.
Elena, with a smile that seemed to bridge years of friendship and battles fought side by side, chimed in, "Bonnie, you created this. You knew that one day you would need this." Her words were meant to soothe, to remind Bonnie of her strength and foresight.
"As a warning," Sabre interjected sharply, her smirk a stark contrast to the gravity of their situation. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Bonnie's gaze snapped to her, anger flashing in her eyes.
"For what exactly," 2010 Bonnie's voice cut through, her arms crossed defiantly as she sought clarity from the familiar faces.
"For you," Sheila responded, her voice carrying a solemnity that underscored the gravity of their message.
The room filled with a tense silence as both Bonnies processed the weight of the council's words. "The power that you hold," Emily directed her gaze towards the current Bonnie, her tone serious, "Specifically, you were never supposed to hold it, not to this extent." The implications of her statement hung heavily in the air, a testament to the unpredictable nature of magic and destiny.
"What do you mean?" Current Bonnie's question was sharp, her frustration evident as she grappled with the implications of their words.
"Your timeline, it's an anomaly," Stefan's voice was gentle, yet it carried an underlying seriousness that underscored the aberration they were discussing.
"What he means is that somewhere along the way, things went awry, even with our interference," Sheila elaborated, her gaze meeting Bonnie's, a silent plea for understanding within her eyes.
"The spell," 2010 Bonnie interjected, capturing the attention of the room, "It wasn't meant to break, which is why you placed it on me in my world too, it's Damon, he's the anomaly," she stated, her observation drawing a line between their shared destiny.
Sophia's sneer was a cold reminder of the high stakes and the personal cost of their entangled fates. "My mother was never meant to interfere with your life to the extent she did. In some timelines, you die long before you two even met, and in others, she doesn't think twice about not letting you and my brother marry."
The revelation hit Bonnie like a physical blow, her voice barely a whisper as she confessed, "I was never supposed to outlive Damon, to feel his death."
"I was never meant to end up with Damon either, Bonnie." Elena's words, while soft, carried the weight of countless what-ifs.
Emily's stark assessment cut deeper, exposing the raw edges of their reality. "In some timelines, sure, you two steal moments here or there, but ultimately, a witch of your caliber and a vampire don't mix. It's hard for Damon to protect you like he's supposed to when he's falling in love with you, and it's hard for you to concentrate to be who you're destined to be when you're falling hopelessly in love with a man who is erratic, dangerous, and not the right partner for a Bennett Witch."
The room was thick with emotion as Current Bonnie's eyes, brimming with tears, met her grams'. "But how could I ever be destined to be who I really am without my own ancestors, my grams, interfering with me, my magic..my heart" Her voice cracked under the weight of her words, a poignant mix of accusation and longing.
Sheila's response was a lecture borne of love and desperation. "Interfering with your life is how you are standing here in front of us today. We have protected you, saved you, fought for you and with you. Damon will prey on your worst impulses and embolden them." Her words were meant to shield, yet they also laid bare the chasm between their perspectives.
"You don't know him, and you don't know me. I fail to understand why any version of me would want to hear from any of you, to be honest. All I see are people who have been selfish, with me paying for it every step of the way. And I am more than confident that is the case across the Bonnie Bennett multiverse," Current Bonnie's retort was fierce, a declaration of her autonomy and a challenge to the narratives imposed upon her.
"You will be the reason why they all cease to exist if you don't get a grip on your attention to detail. You're distracted, and your magic is erratic and all over the place. You think you're more clever than you really are because of what you have accomplished. But Bonnie Bennett, you are a ticking time bomb, and no amount of love, sex, and power will cover up the wounds of an insecure adolescent wi—" Her accusation, a sharp and cutting indictment, was abruptly cut off as she suddenly grasped at her neck, choking, her face contorting in panic and confusion.
"Bonnie!" Elena's voice pierced the tense silence, a mix of shock and desperation as she rose from her chair. The plea went unheeded, a testament to the depth of Bonnie's resolve or perhaps her fury. Bonnie, with a cold focus, turned her formidable power towards Sabre, who was desperately clawing at her throat, fighting for air. The spell that had once constrained Bonnie's magic had lost its hold, her abilities now unleashed with a terrifying precision.
The 2010 Bonnie, a witness to this unfolding drama, stood frozen in horror. The sight before her was a stark contrast to the Bonnie she knew—a version of herself capable of mercy and restraint. The current Bonnie, her expression a mask of determination, lifted Sabre into the air with a mere gesture, her power manifesting with a terrifying ease.
Just as the final blow seemed imminent, a sudden force slammed into current Bonnie, sending her crashing into the wall behind her. The impact was a jarring interruption to her focus, a physical manifestation of the conflict that had escalated beyond words.
Barely recovering, her vision blurred, she caught sight of another Bonnie, a version of herself she hadn't expected to face. This new arrival, wielding magic with an authority that matched her own, had intervened at a critical moment, transporting them to another room, a place removed from the eyes of judgment and confrontation.
"Stop,"this other Bonnie commanded, her magic enveloping the current Bonnie in a force that was both a restraint and a warning. The words were spoken with a gravity that bespoke of experience and knowledge beyond what the current Bonnie understood.
In a reflexive burst of defiance, the current Bonnie unleashed a counterattack that sent the other Bonnie hurtling into a wall, the impact leaving a web of cracks that climbed towards the ceiling. The raw display of power was a testament to the current Bonnie's unwillingness to be subdued or lectured, her spirit as indomitable as her magic was formidable.
"Why are you protecting her!" she screamed, her voice echoing with anger and confusion. She drew the other Bonnie towards her with an invisible, magical grasp, demanding answers, seeking to understand the motivations of a version of herself that seemed to stand in opposition to her own instincts and desires.
The other Bonnie, with a calm and measured demeanor, recited a spell, her words weaving through the air to dissolve the kinetic grip the current Bonnie had established. As the force that bound her dissipated, she looked directly at her counterpart, her gaze steady and revealing a depth of wisdom and experience. "That's none of your concern, plus, you're a smart girl. In time, you'll understand," she advised, her tone implying a complex web of destinies and decisions that the current Bonnie was yet to navigate.
Feeling an unexpected sense of kinship and trust towards this version of herself, the current Bonnie allowed her magic to recede, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that inherently connected them.
"What is the point of all this? I didn't even cause this spell," she questioned, her frustration and confusion surfacing as she sought clarity amidst the chaos that had enveloped her life.
"You didn't need to, and that's the problem," the other Bonnie responded, her voice laced with a mixture of empathy and seriousness. "I don't know what or how they would have done it, but the only way to summon you in that way is to use Bennett magic. You may have blocked your bloodline off from you, but your magic will always have an invisible string to what is deep rooted in here," she explained, placing a hand over her heart, a gesture that signified the deep, unbreakable connection to their shared heritage.
The revelation sent the current Bonnie spiraling into thought, her mind racing to connect the dots until a name surfaced, bringing with it a wave of realization. "Adonis. I had him in my psychic world. He would have known my power could manipulate time or multiverses and easily swapped me with a weaker version of me. But he couldn't have done that alone. I wouldn't be able to do it alone without severely weakening myself for a while," she muttered, her expression turning somber as the magnitude of her situation dawned on her.
"What is it?" the other Bonnie inquired, sensing the shift in her counterpart's demeanor.
"Elena said you built that council, for something like this. What did she mean?" the current Bonnie asked, seeking to understand the foundation upon which their meeting was predicated.
"Dreams, foresight...I tapped into my psychic abilities long before you did in your world, and the council choices were chosen for a reason, reasons you'll come to understand in time. This place is heavily spelled, like a padded prison that you still broke since you accessed your magic. I don't know what has happened in your world, but it is enough that you are the only one of us who can physically come through other worlds. The other Bonnie only was able to because her magic hitched a ride with yours in a way. And that is dangerous, Bonnie. And it is why, our biggest threat...is you," the other Bonnie explained, her voice soft but firm, underscoring the grave implications of their unique abilities and the potential danger they posed.
"For the record, I don't believe Damon is the anomaly," she added, offering a perspective that seemed to diverge from the prevailing narrative.
"Why do you say that?" the current Bonnie asked, her curiosity piqued by this assertion.
"You can physically go into other worlds, but I can psychically see glimpses into them through dreams. And while it is believed by others that 'Damon and Bonnie' just share stolen moments, we always end up finding our way to each other, spell or no spell," the other Bonnie revealed, her words hinting at a connection that transcended timelines and realities. She then took current Bonnie's hand and placed it on her stomach, where the beginnings of a baby bump were evident.
"How?" the current Bonnie exclaimed, her shock palpable as she processed this revelation.
"Those familiar faces on the council are not all alive, except for Elena and Sabre. I'm pretty powerful too, so I can summon the others when needed. Stefan died in a big battle protecting me. We had to make sure the Adonis in our world never came to be, regardless of the cost, so Stefan never got to take the cure he wanted, even though Elena ended up with his doppelganger Tom anyway," the other Bonnie shared, her voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance as she recounted the sacrifices made in their battle against destiny.
"Anyway—Damon became infected with a werewolf bite from the battle, and Caroline and Klaus couldn't get here in time, so we gave him the cure," she concluded, her smile bittersweet.
In the quiet aftermath of revelations and decisions that had shaped their encounter, the other Bonnie's voice carried a gentle assurance, breaking the tension that lingered in the air. "And before you ask, I never got the spell you and other Bonnies did. However, it doesn't mean our relationship is a known thing. It doesn't need to be," she said softly as she placed her hand lightly on her stomach.
"I know what I need to do. I still don't know how you intercepted our spell, but I'm ready to go back," Current Bonnie declared with a newfound resolve. Her voice, once tinged with confusion and frustration, now bore the weight of purpose and determination.
"Okay, if you ever need me, even if it's just for a reminder if you've lost your way, you can call on me," the other Bonnie offered, extending a lifeline that transcended their shared magical heritage and ventured into the realm of deep, personal connection. Their smiles, a silent exchange of gratitude and camaraderie, bridged the gap between their worlds as they prepared to face what lay ahead.
Together, they returned to the room where the council and 2010 Bonnie awaited, the air heavy with anticipation and the solemnity of the task at hand. It had been agreed that while Bonnie could easily navigate back to her world and timeline, the memories of 2010 Bonnie needed to be erased. This delicate intervention was crucial to preserve the integrity of her world and timeline, ensuring that the events that were meant to unfold would do so without the shadow of future knowledge altering their course.
Working in unison, Bonnie and the other Bonnie meticulously crafted the spell, weaving their magic to extend its effects to the 2010 crew, including the Mikaelson family. Their concerted effort aimed to realign the timeline for 2010 Bonnie, gently guiding her back to the moment she awoke from Damon taking her home after passing out from opening the tomb. This pivotal point in her journey, now untouched by the knowledge of future events, would allow her path to proceed as it was meant to, free from the burden of foresight.
Bonnie took a moment to wish 2010 Bonnie well, especially in light of the broken spell concerning Damon. Their farewell was laden with the complexity of their situation, a poignant mix of sadness for the separation and joy for the preservation of each other's destinies. The mutual understanding that had flourished between the Bonnies transcended mere words, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared and the separate paths they must follow.
As the time for the spell's completion drew near, the air around them seemed to thrum with the power of their combined magic and the weight of the moment. The spell, a culmination of their efforts to protect their timelines and each other, was ready to be cast. With a final look of solidarity and a shared sense of accomplishment, they braced themselves for the magic to take hold, ready to close this chapter of their intertwined destinies and embark on the next steps of their separate journeys.