dear little witch - cancerianwoman (2024)

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“Hazel, baby I really hate to rush you but hurry!” Bonnie hollered, bouncing a wailing Ivy in her arms. The elder witch groaned at the growing soreness in her lower back. In addition to carrying Ivy, she kept an extra-large filled diaper bag on her back with clothes. After previously carrying multiple duffel bags to be placed in the trunk of her car containing a combination of food and clothes. “I know, Ivy, it's hurting your ears. We’ll be somewhere safe soon. I’m right here.” Bonnie kissed her daughter’s temple and rubbed her back with her free hand.

“I’m coming, Mommy!” Hazel yelled back, poking her head out her room door to then look down at her family from the banister. “Don’t leave me, okay? Please?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sweetheart.” Bonnie replied, giving her daughter a reassuring head-nod, Ivy looked above to wave at her sister. “I know how significant you think everything is in your room, but I can promise you those things can be replaced. It’s going to be okay.”

“I wanted my grimoire, and I can’t find Nox!” Hazel yelled, as she ran back to her room. The child peeked outside her bedroom window to gaze at the storm. The heavy fog obstructed her vision, the downpour of rain and thunder bothered her sensitive ears. The child rubbed her eyes thrice swearing she saw a white wolf sitting in her family’s yard. Her mommy said witches were coming and now there’s wolves after them? Hazel rests her face in her hands. Her home is supposed to be safe, not a form of violence. Her family has never done anything to anyone. Why come for them? Guests at her Mommy’s job love her mommy!

“Hazel, baby please I can get you a new grimoire and another stuffed wolf!” Bonnie hollered again, quickly apologizing hearing Ivy wince. “I need to get all of us somewhere safe.”

“It won’t be the same!” Hazel argued back, as she looked out her door. The child pondered the last place she had been with a book. She, Ivy and their mommy play hide and seek in any place of the home. She’s a little witch, she shouldn’t have to struggle to find these things!

“I got this,” Hazel mumbled. She stood tall confidently and held her hands out. Her body didn’t tingle and jolt the way it’s supposed to with her magic. “My magic.” the child whispered, clutching her body. “It’s not here?”

“Hazel, do you need me to come up and help you?” Bonnie asked, hearing the floor creak from her daughter pacing back and forth in her room. It would be easier to force and yell at Hazel to not look for her grimoire or Nox but her daughters sentimental. Bonnie isn’t her own parents. A trait Hazel picked up from both parents. Hold onto the memories, big or small, cherish them relentlessly. Klaus would throw in a story from his many days of immorality, sweetening his loneliest hours for Hazel’s ears and ending it with a usual Always and Forever.

Hazel’s feet tapped repeatedly as she ran out of her room once more. She looked over the banister to her mother. “Please? Mommy, I can’t leave those here! We can go after.”

There was a newfound softness that was reborn in Bonnie after birth. One she thought died after vampires came into the town all those years ago. The right answer would be to tell Hazel; no buts and that she needs to come downstairs right now. Which is the exact opposite of what she will say. How can she say no to little wide eyes that remind her of herself?

“I’m coming up,” Bonnie grinned, giving her daughter some reassurance. Bonnie removed the bag from her back and held Ivy close.

“I tried to locate Nox and my grimoire with my magic, but it’s all gone!” Hazel whined; she shook her head frantically. “I don’t know what I did, how do I get it back? You can fix this right, Mommy?” Hazel questioned, flipping her hands over as she wiggled her fingers.

A familiar sense of deja-vu tickled the back of Bonnie’s neck. “Sit on the bed, Sweetheart.” The elder witch ordered, tapping at the space on the empty bed. She moved Ivy from her hip and sat her down easily.

Did she have time for this small lecture? Not quite, but she would give one. Bonnie lowered herself and sat on her knees. She reached out for both of her daughters' hands squeezing their tiny hands on her own. “Alright, mommy’s going to give you a bit of advice.”

“Ivy’s too little for advice, she will forget it!” Hazel informed sternly. “Ouch!” The child witch yelped rubbing her forearm. “Don’t do that again.”

“You can’t just hit people when you don’t agree with them, Ivy Gabriella.” Bonnie reprimanded, which only made her youngest pout. The nose scrunch Ivy reminds Bonnie of Rebekah when her nose flared whenever she was pissed at Klaus in the past. There is an ache in her belly for her daughters not knowing their other relatives outside the Bennett witches. “Now apologize.”

“Sorry,” Ivy replied, dryly as she glared at her sister. Hazel only nodded and went back to focusing on their mother.

“Sometimes your magic can be blocked,” Bonnie said softly. She recalled coming to Grams' house in tears and fear that she could never be a witch again. The witch sighed, burying that story and feelings for another time. “It's horrifying thinking you’ll never be who you are again.”

“H-how do I fix it? Can you fix it?” Hazel asked, gazing at her hands and then her mother. “You know how too right?”

“First step is to breathe and dry your eyes.” Bonnie ordered, freeing her hands from her daughter. “Copy me,” the witch ordered, softly. The girls mimicked each action from their hands to inhaling. “You are in control; your magic isn’t gone. It’s always been inside you. I didn’t go through those birth rituals for no reason! Calm down and try again.”

“Ivy’s birth ritual was fun,” Hazel adds on with a grin, she nudges her sister’s shoulder. Ivy intensely gazes and focuses on her mother. “You don’t remember that’s okay.” Hazel closed her eyes and thought about her magic calmly. She thought of her grimoire, smaller than her mother’s excessive book but detailed with stars she drew, and bright colored stickers handpicked by herself. Then she thought of the sweet woodsy scent that carries from Nox. “Mommy look out! My grimoire and Nox are coming!”

Bonnie ducked down as the grimoire and Nox flew above head. Apollo barked and sped into the bedroom as a reaction. “One day you’re going to have to learn magic runs in this house,” Bonnie laughed, giving the husky a pat on the head. She stood to her feet; it was time. She and her daughters needed to get out of Nova Scotia and somewhere safer than this. “Alright, ladies and Apollo. We have to go now. No exceptions.” The eldest witch replied sternly, lifting her youngest into her arms.

“I saw a wolf, Mommy.” Hazel said, following her mother down the stairs. “It was white.”

“White wolves?” Bonnie repeated asking her oldest. “How many?”

“Just one,” Hazel says, holding her finger up. “Is that bad too?” she asked softly.

“She’s nice,” Ivy adds on, snuggling into her mother’s neck. “Berry’s nice. I love her!”

Bonnie exhaled loudly; she was exhausted beyond comparison. She winced at the growing ache in her head. “Let’s just make sure we get out of here, alright.” Did my daughter just say the wolf is nice and her name is Berry? When did she have time to do that? “No more talking to….never mind,”

Ivy pouted at the initial refusal and snuggled into her mother’s neck. The honey and floral scent soothed the toddler as she rested on her shoulder.

“Mommy, where are we going?” Hazel asked, trailing behind her mother. “The chanting is getting louder. There’s howling too!”

“We’re going to be fine,” Bonnie reassured with a kiss on Hazel's forehead. Bonnie jumped at the lightning that struck down outside their home.

“Sacrificium hostia!” Hazel yelled, she tugged at her mother’s hand moving her away from the couch. “We can’t go! Look outside! It’s more.”

Bonnie removed the curtains cursing low at the sight before her eyes. Witches were aligned hand in hand. Blood drenched on their intertwined hands. Their heads were held high in unison. The sacrifice spell repeated from their lips.

Bonnie placed her youngest on the floor. “Ivy, baby take your sister’s hand. Hazel take your sister upstairs. Lock yourself in my room, do not come out until I tell you too. Now. Not a debate.”

“NO!” Hazel yelled, stomping her feet. “What if we never see you again?” She shields Ivy behind her. “Let us stay.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Bonnie sighed, rubbing her hands through her hair. “We’ll always be together.”

“You're just like…him!” The child argues storming up the stairs. Making sure her baby sister doesn’t miss a step. “Leaving us behind!”

Even with the chaos outside her home Bonnie was frozen in place. She winced and groaned, feeling a sharp jolt in her chest. Nothing was there she knew that for a fact as looked down. Air was still freeing itself from her lungs. The witch reached for her forehead as throbbing increased and probed in her head.

Green eyes twitched as the witch sat up in her bed. It was another confusing almost life-like dream. Perks of being a psychic. Bonnie thinks to herself with sarcastic intent. Messages flood the brain at once and never give a clear picture to anything until she pieces it together.

Bonnie inhaled and exhaled slowly regaining her composure as she brought her knees to her chest. Remember to breathe, witch.

“It was just a dream,” Bonnie whispered to herself. Hazel and Ivy don’t think I’m a terrible abandon-ing mother! I’m not like Abby. Right? Bonnie cradled her forehead wincing at the growing stabbing pains in her head. There was no way she was going to burden her seven and one year old with this. She hated lying to her daughters when she wasn’t feeling well or about life. Keeping their innocence was a must for Bonnie. She and Klaus had this discussion years ago and that wasn’t interchangeable for Bonnie. Gloria wouldn’t be stopping by until the afternoon and Bonnie knew Keeling would return with her. Gloria had a thing for “adopting” younger supernaturals she met. If Gloria liked anyone well enough you were treated like family.

Instead of making phone calls frantically the witch decided to organize her thoughts first. It would be easier to rely on the information over if she didn’t sound like a sleep deprived witch. Which she was completely.

Bonnie lazily drew a wolf with Berry and a question mark. Then followed with written details of the covens of witches and their intertwined hands stained with blood. The spell Sacrifium Hostia was underlined thrice.

“Silas, linked witches, white wolf, and a sacrificing spell,” Bonnie mumbled, tapping her pen against her notebook. “My family is in the mix. Feels like the year seventeen.” Stefan crossed Bonnie’s mind first when she picked up her phone from the nightstand.

If there was a real possibility of Silas walking the Earth again, the best person to check with first for anything suspicious is Stefan. He’s human now and vulnerable like many of her friends but Stefan is a doppelgänger. Plus, Bonnie was elated to tell someone else about Gloria continuing her trend of treating someone like family after the first meeting.

Bonnie removed herself from her bed, grabbed her silk robe, and headed into her bathroom. She had maybe fifteen to thirty minutes before her daughters were up and running into her bedroom demanding her attention and endless love.

Bonnie’s morning routine when she wasn’t rushing to leave her home was self-care to her. She’d free her long thick curly hair from her bonnet, moisturize her hair, cleanse her body, face and teeth. Bonnie pulled her hair into a high-ponytail and grabbed a silk dark headband to cover her edges.

The longer Bonnie gazed at herself in the mirror the stronger Klaus' presence grew over her. It is funny she tried to run eight years ago and failed. She knew she loved him before New Years in New York, but she couldn’t allow herself to stay.

One decision sparked the worst morning after.

November 2019

“You have a beautiful endless number of freckles.” Klaus compliments, standing in the doorway of his bathroom. Bonnie wasn’t paying him any mind as she quickly threw toiletries in her purse, her coat was hanging off her shoulders and she was ignoring him. That infuriated him. Last night was supposed to mean something to the both of them and Bonnie couldn’t remain still. It was their first time together and he’s the only one feeling sentimental! He will not stand for it.

“I really have to go Klaus.” Bonnie began softly, tugging her coat and purse on her shoulders. “If the weather gets any worse, I can’t fly. Chicago winters aren’t nice. Gloria said it.”

“Staying with me seems to be out of option for you!” Klaus yelled; he grabbed Bonnie by her shoulders speeding them to his bedroom trapping his body on top of hers. He pinned her wrist above her head. “Why won't you admit your feelings for me?!” He roared once more; Klaus noticed the worried glance in her eyes. He then decided to soften his approach. Bonnie’s receptive to him when he isn’t berating her. “Do not pretend you feel nothing! I’m not demanding you tell me you love me but admit you feel something for me? The denial is killing you.”

Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t beg or plead. He is not weak but is a man fighting for a stubborn little Bonnie Bennett. So there has to be some pleading, Bonnie can build up walls around herself that not even his thousand years of strength and agility can break through. That has to be changed. Bonnie doesn’t get to tempt him all night with dancing, talking, kissing then finally make love to him and leave as she pleases! The sheets still smell of them, floral but a mix of woodsy scent. Bonnie’s red-collared midi dress was still in pieces on the floor. Her heels and golden jewelry were somewhere on the stairs of his Chicago home.

Bonnie looked at her discarded dress on the hardwood floor. “I’m still mad at you for ruining my dress. It fit me perfectly and looked great on my skin.” She said proudly, her confidence grew more by the day in her mid-twenties. Klaus enjoyed every minute of it. Bonnie shouldn’t be so humble and graceful, but she is.

Klaus got closer to Bonnie’s neck inhaling at her sweet scent. He laid soft kisses in a line from her ear down to her clavicle. Hoping Bonnie submits and mewls under his touch. Then he can remove her clothes swiftly, bring her close to him and remind her of all the reasons she should be staying. August, September, October and now November was spent growing their relationship. Walking away wouldn’t be fair to what they’ve built. Bonnie’s feelings changed towards him but now she’s vulnerable and wants to be reclusive.

“It was in the way of what I wanted,” Klaus said, unashamed. He freed Bonnie’s wrist as he cradled her face kissing her deeply savoring her taste as he eased his tongue in her mouth. She whimpered under his touch. “Stay with me? What have I done to you in the last forty-eight hours that makes you want to throw us in the past.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Bonnie sighed, she rested her hand on his jawline. Then moved her hand to play with his curly hair. “You’ve helped me find the Medallion, given me a space to put my things, you don’t irritate me on travels, and became someone new to confide in but...”

“But?” Klaus questioned, trying his best to not sound irritated. “We can return to Edinburgh if you’d like. We were fine there. Perhaps we will leave for Nova Scotia. You told me you loved it there when you went at eighteen.”

“Klaus,” Bonnie pauses, she shifts under him, failing to create distance. She’s shocked he even remembers that detail. “You’re making this harder than I expected! I don’t think staying together is a good idea in the long run. I've had fun but I rather stand alone.”

“You're being irrational!” Klaus replied, moving away from Bonnie. Bonnie’s sweetened taste resided in his facial hair, on the tip of his tongue and his fingers. Her rejection was cutting deep, and he still had to smell the taste of her! Purely maddening experience. “You’re scared, I see it and cannot mend your fears towards me if you walk away.”

“I don’t want you to mend my fears!” Bonnie snapped back. She stood to her feet getting closer to him. Bonnie gazed down checking Klaus hands. He kept them behind his back as he stepped further away from her. “It isn’t your job to fix me.”

“I don’t want to be with you.” Bonnie replied sternly. “But I don’t regret last night either and the months before that. It’s just that I've been disappointed every time I see potential in others.” Pause. ”I’m grateful to see this other side of you. You’ve been amazing to me but that doesn’t warrant me wanting to stay.”

Jeremy, Damon, Kai, Enzo all useless or unknown dead bastards to him come to mind. They’ve had Bonnie’s trust or love and burned it. Now he has to be held at the highest standard and while being rejected!

“Sounds idiotic and weak!” Klaus roared, he moved to grab Bonnie closer to him. “I want you, Bonnie. I need you to stay by my side and I- “

Bonnie frowned; disagreement written on her face. “Don’t say words you can’t take back. I can’t stay, Klaus! It’s not about you! Everything isn’t about you. Why can’t you see that?”

The rejection twisted in Klaus' insides making his skin burn and blister. He felt raw and overexposed. Klaus wanted Bonnie to laugh at him, smile, and even argue. The Bonnie that succumbed to her emotional and sexual desires several hours ago. The one that snores in her sleep and wants to snuggle when she feels alone.

“You really are your mother’s daughter.” Klaus replied, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “I didn’t know abandoning people who care about you was a genetic disease.”

The fire in Bonnie’s bright green eyes electrified. “f*ck you!” She yelled, her magic freed itself as she pushed her hands out, throwing Klaus into his dresser. She laughed at his cursing and the temporary pain he’d get from hitting his head on his wardrobe. “You want me to believe you are in love with me, and that's how you talk to me? f*ck you, Klaus Mikaelson! You were meant to be alone!”

Bonnie flicked her wrist summoning her suitcases and duffel bag near the closet to her. She knew she couldn’t carry all of these bags at once, but she refused to stand here and ask for Klaus' help. Staying in his perfectly crafted antique themed bedroom wasn’t an option.

Klaus was at the door before Bonnie could even storm out of the bedroom. “Who do you think you are?” He challenged, removing Bonnie’s bags from her hands. “Leaving won’t be that easy, Sweetheart. We should talk now.” he spoke assertively.

The damned witch had to spell him! This is what he gets for consuming her enriched Bennett blood on repeated occasions. Bonnie did stop some of his delusions from the Hallow with her blood and psychic connections. He had to thank her for that on the opposing side. Tasting her blood again last night mixed with being high on pleasure was doing little to no favors for his emotional wellbeing right now. Bonnie was defiant, and Gloria’s advice about being forward with Bonnie wasn’t working.

“We should talk,” Bonnie agreed, she grinned and reached for Klaus' hand. She walked backwards into Klaus's bedroom.

“How many moods will you be in today, love?” Klaus questioned, following the witch’s lead. “Though I do appreciate your affectionate side. Proof you do like me. In love even.”

Bonnie smiled at that. “If you listened more, then I’d have nothing to give but affection.” Bonnie eased onto the bed once her other hand felt the softness of Klaus' dark sheets. “Kiss me.” she demanded.

Klaus had seen the menacing look that Bonnie was giving him. He chose to ignore that. Bonnie was up and down on her emotions and figured this was one of those times. If she wants to lay down with him and kiss, he can accept because it is better than her leaving him alone.

Klaus pressed his lips onto Bonnie’s softly to see how she reacted first. Bonnie accepted by kissing him back sensually. Bonnie held Klaus' neck trying to pull him closer since he was still standing and in an awkward position. Klaus hands reached for Bonnie’s hips to lift her around him as he laid down.

Klaus couldn’t help himself and deepened the kiss pleased at the witch’s moan. Bonnie was a lifeguard; she knew how to go without air. Bonnie's lips and touch were intoxicating in all the right ways. There was something so honorable and sweetening about this.

There was a deeper part of Klaus that wanted to admit to her that he saw her all those years ago. There was never a moment where he didn’t. That there is some shame in never chasing her, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t see her either. Actions speak louder than words for Bonnie; anything can be sweet to the ears of prey. If you aren’t following up with what you deliver, then his little witch is out.

“You're so tempting,” Klaus replied, as he ran his thumb over her soft but swollen kissed lips. “Kissing you was only the start in the ways you seduced me last night.”

Bonnie laughed at that, and it sounded angelic to his ears. Everything about her was to him. Bonnie’s laughter, the scrunch of her nose, brown skin, the mole on her back, and the electricity he felt being in her proximity and her love for others. It was a gift, a beautiful one but a curse. He really could unashamedly list his adoration for her.

“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.” Bonnie smacks her lips. “I saw you were sulking, thought inviting you to dance or do anything else but be upset would help.”

A woman after his undead heart indeed.

“Temptation leads to seduction if you allow it.” Klaus reiterated; he slips his hand under Bonnie’s shirt. His thumbs run underneath her soft breast. “Allow me to show you why you should stay.”

“No,” Bonnie replied, sternly. She moved his hand from under her shirt as she sat up. There was a voice inside Bonnie’s head, one that has been reminding her to prioritize herself first. There’s some confusion in her emotions and reopened wounds she wasn’t ready to deal with. “I don’t want to complicate this further. I don’t want to depend on you.”

Klaus moved away from her in an instant. The breeze from Klaus' brisk movements required Bonnie to pull her curly hair out her face. His hands were gripping his wardrobe tightly. “I don’t understand you! You toy with my feelings and think you get to leave!” he roared and cursed under his breath. “You refuse to let yourself be happy. You rant about your desires just to block your own path!”

“I didn’t ask you what you thought of me. Let’s start there,” Bonnie argued back, then started picking up her bags. “Secondly, you’ve insulted me how many times today?”

“You refuse to see reason!” Klaus added on. Staying further away from Bonnie as she got closer to leaving his bedroom. “I never anticipated this from someone who cherishes loyalty.”

Bonnie checked her phone. If she wanted to make her flight to New York by 11:00am, she needed to leave right now. Leaving an hour ahead beats traffic anytime.

“My loyalty makes me look like a fool every time,” Bonnie dryly laughed at that. “You want me to believe you wouldn’t be like everyone else? I’m not taking that chance. I have to go.”

Klaus was speeding in Bonnie’s direction. Bonnie dropped her bags and flicked her wrists. “Somnum!” she yelled and watched Klaus' body drop to a prone position. Bonnie sat on her knees moving Klaus to a supine position. He was sound asleep. She didn’t want to leave him like this, but she did.

Klaus awoke a day later and knew the witch was gone. He opened a bottle of scotch mixed with a blood bag in the freezer. Then did something he hadn’t done in a while write another letter to Hope. Telling her about what’s out there in the world.

It was Bonnie who told him to write to Hope whenever he felt alone. A practice she’s done for many years after the death of her grandmother and father. Sure, Bonnie told him that under the false pretense that she thought Hope didn’t survive the Hallow. Klaus could only blame himself for her not knowing the truth. So, he writes to Hope.

After he had written a letter about loneliness and hopes for their future. The hybrid then wondered what Hope was doing, the types of choices she’d make, and questioning whether she had found a real friend in the world.

He searched for Hayley’s name in his phone and asked to speak to Hope. She was proof he hadn’t ruined every relationship in his life. One day he will tell Hope stories of the greatest witch he's ever known.

No one knows how to fight longer or harder or better than you.

Stefan’s words of encouragement repeat in Bonnie’s mind as she washes her face again. She gripped her hands on her ceramic bathroom sink to calm down. Everyone expected Bonnie to be a strong one. Elena needs a warm shoulder to cry on. She was there. Caroline wants someone to vent too about boy problems or survival. She was there. Being the one filled with hope? Been there for everyone. Damon and Stefan can vouch for using and making Bonnie the beacon of hope. Over time Bonnie’s learned to play her role well. Never complain too much, know what cards to buttons to push and the harder part was masking her real feelings.

It’s an act of protection and an act of disservice to herself the witch can admit. Bottling up all these feelings weakens her when she’s alone and fills her with rage all at once. Her emotions were like seeds in new soil festering and growing as the time changed. No matter how weak she may have seemed on the outside. Bonnie would describe herself like a rose beautiful but dangerous all at once. She was a powerhouse, and everyone needed to know it. Her real power was the will to keep moving forward.

Bonnie steps back out of her bathroom and sits on the edge of her bed. She’s nervous about confiding in someone else still. Her hands shake, clicking on Stefan’s name. She was excited to speak with him but not that elated to vent to him.

“Uh, Stefan, you there?” Bonnie questioned, with a raised brow. The phone was facing up at the white ceiling and the music was too upbeat-pop-styled for Stefan. Bonnie checked the time on her phone. It should be nine-thirty in New York. “Is it a bad time?” She asked, with a puzzled facial expression.

“Stefan’s out getting us breakfast, little witch.” Rebekah grinned, waving at the phone. There weren't any signs of mischief in those blue eyes. “He should be back in fifteen minutes.”

“Rebekah!” Bonnie exclaimed, forcing a smile. Thrown off guard by her relationship with Stefan. “Great to see you.”

Since being on her own she’s become rather ignorant to her friend’s lives sometimes. It isn’t intentional, but she isn’t seventeen anymore. Her abandonment issues can’t be filled with worrying and fixing her friend’s lives. She has her own life to make a top priority.

“I see the years have been kind. You look marvelous.” Rebekah compliments. There was sincerity in her tone.

“Thank you, Rebekah.” Bonnie paused, wondering if Stefan revealed anything about her daughters.

Rebekah’s blonde voluminous curls rested on her shoulders. Her pink manicured nails had caught Bonnie’s view. The original didn’t need to keep up a skincare routine but there was a certain glow to her skin. She wore an oversized shirt that must’ve belonged to Stefan. Rebekah was exceptionally snug in Stefan’s gray sheets.

“You haven’t changed quite a bit.” Bonnie joked, filling up the awkwardness. “I admired your fashion sense back then. I just never told you.”

“Ah, never knew you were a comedian, little witch!” Rebekah laughed at that. “If it is any consolation, I did find you more likable than any of your other friends.”

“Thanks, Rebekah,” she says dryly. It shouldn’t be this awkward with Rebekah. Rebekah is the aunt to her daughters. They should have some type of kinship but that isn’t the place that they are at. She and Klaus lived secluded from the world in their own bubble.

The reality is Bonnie shouldn’t get mad at his siblings for being unaware of their life together. Her own friends weren’t given all the details. Bonnie’s still secretly upset though. It’s conflicting. Did she and the girls mean that low to Klaus?

“If you thought I was more likable how come you never told me?” Bonnie inquired, with a shrug. Might as well make small talk. She thought to herself. “I mean you tried to be everyone’s friend but mine.”

“You were never like your friends, Bonnie.” Rebekah confessed, flipping her perfect hair. “There’s a difference.”

“So, I was too difficult to befriend?” Bonnie argued, rolling her eyes. This is exactly why she limits her interactions from her old life. It opens up wounds she shouldn’t even be thinking about. “None of you cared to acknowledge me.”

“Not difficult,” the original vampire corrected, shifting hitting her head on the wooden headboard behind her. “You are a descendant of Ayana. My family and I have not followed her expectations for centuries. You aren't difficult to befriend or love, Bonnie.” Rebekah paused, thinking of Ayana. “Disappointing you would be betraying Ayana all over again. Your friends do not require anything to be empowered or accepted. Just because you have standards doesn’t make you any less worthy.”

Bonnie was speechless, her green eyes were wide, and she gasped. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’m shocked you said it.”

“Don’t be,” Rebekah refused. “Not acting with emotions comes easy to vampires. When Matt and I were together I learned why he adored you. Your resilience, grace, and intelligence. I’m rather jealous of you.”

“Why me?” Bonnie questioned, scooting back folding her legs on the bed.

“You have beautiful daughters, and a career you adore.” Rebekah said, moving from the bed going into Stefan’s living room. From what Bonnie knew about Stefan’s penthouse In New York he kept a minimalist design. Simple but effective. “A place you call home.”

Rebekah flipped the camera to show Stefan’s living room. Near his white sectional couch was his glass coffee table. A stack of unused picture frames and pictures rested. Stefan had Stefanie’s school photos and her daughter’s New Year’s photos in a pile.

“Marriage, I presume. Surviving and standing alone is a grand achievement. For centuries I wanted to be separated from my family and now that I am. I miss them. Though I yearn for more in life.”

“Well,” Bonnie interrupted with a dry laugh. That confirmed Stefan didn’t tell Rebekah anything about the girls. Stefan proved on his promise that he could be trusted. “My husband left me. Not married but the rest is true.” Your brother is the father. He abandoned us. She thought to herself but didn’t vocalize. “Thank you, Rebekah.”

“Shameful bastard,” Rebekah retorts, holding up the photos as she admired the girls. “For many years I was so selfishly jealous of my brother and Hayley. A miracle child, and it is given to them. Everything has changed, mourning has settled through my family in many ways.”

Hazel and Ivy wore matching white and golden gowns. Bows were on their two double ponytails and curly hair rested on their shoulders. Ivy sat on her sister’s lap missing a sock. Hazel was beaming coaching her younger sister.

Mourning has settled through my family in many ways. Hope died eight or nine years ago. Bonnie thinks all of this to herself. What else is missing here?

“Rebekah, may I give you some advice?” Bonnie hesitated, with her offer.

“Go on, little witch,” Rebekah softened, sitting down on the couch.

“You have all this time in the world to do and to be anything!” Bonnie insisted, smiling. “You don’t have to stay at Stefan’s penthouse. If you want to be human one day, start practicing as one. Get a job in fashion or marketing! Immerse yourself in human culture.”

Stefan did end his relationship with Caroline because he was human. They would've been on too different paths, and it wasn’t going to last. Ending a relationship the day, you get married isn’t ideal but for Stefan’s wellbeing it had to be done. Leaving Mystic Falls was crucial for him because he couldn’t watch his brother and former girlfriend live happy lives.

“Make a friend, get a hobby, and if you really want children one day. Remember they grow older than just slobbery babies.”

“Your logistics are infuriating!” Rebekah pestered, face palming. “Though you are smart. Shall we try being mates now? I will need someone to have girl-talks with. I’m with Stefan, you two appear close and-“The original vampire continued to ramble about her plans for her new friendship with Bonnie.

“Rebekah!” Bonnie yelled, snapping her fingers. “If I say we can try to be friends, will you stop rambling?” Friends, with her ex’s sister that doesn’t know she’s an aunt of two little girls! Just go with it. Rebekah just feels lonesome. Bonnie thought to herself.

“I haven’t had a girlfriend in years!” Rebekah grinned, showing off her dimples. “Not since Hayley and Cami died.”

“I’m sorry what?” Bonnie questioned, tapping the phone to make Rebekah focus. She knew Camille died long before she and Klaus reconciled. Hayley on the other hand was new information. When? Where and how did Hayley die? she thought.

“I could design gowns for your little girls!” Rebekah offered, as she continued to ramble about the endless possibilities. A loud thud was heard on Rebekah’s end, alerting the vampire that Stefan was back. The aroma of fresh bread, fruits and a blood bag filled her nose. “Stefan, Bonnie is on the phone for you. I’ll step away so you two can chat.”

Bonnie doesn’t awkwardly look away at the couple’s quick kiss. Bonnie raises her brow with a signal for Stefan to step further away.

“Rebekah, I left something in my car. I'll be right back.” Stefan calls out, and he leaves his home. “I see you and Rebekah have reconciled.” He says stepping into the elevator.

“I could say the same thing for you.” Bonnie replies, looking him up and down. “How long have you two been together? Does your brother know anything?”

Stefan and Damon's relationship wasn’t as strained as it could’ve been. Damon’s motive for becoming human after Stefan did was rooted in Stefan not having to deal with it alone.

Stefan explained that he and Rebekah reconciled during the summer. Then spent several months trying to decide if they should or shouldn’t be a couple. Stefan’s a human, a resident doctor and he’s getting older. Rebekah looks seventeen years old; he doesn't need speculation around him as he builds a career but made the exception with Rebekah. Stefan went home to Mystic Falls to spend Christmas with his brother and came back for New Years for Rebekah. They’ve been together since then. The original vampire had some problems of her own during the past few years. From the separation with her family, familiar loss and the end of her relationship.

“Has Rebekah told you anything new about her family?” Bonnie questioned, seeing Stefan walk through the lit parking-lot. “She told me Hayley died. When?”

“Have you ever heard of Nazi vampires?” Stefan asked, getting into his Porsche. “They were hunting hybrids.”

“Never heard of them but the name is clear,” Bonnie said dryly, she does wonder if that vampire that stalked her after Hazel was born had some connection to this. “So, Hayley was killed by one of them.”

Stefan filled Bonnie in on what he knew. Nazi vampires had been watching any remaining hybrid that was left. Their goal was to purify the species which wasn’t too shocking to Bonnie.

“Hayley was kidnapped, tortured and stripped of her werewolf side.” Stefan said, bluntly. “She burned in the sun. Rebekah’s been sneaky, there's something she’s not telling me. That isn’t why you called.”

“Being a Bennett placed a target on my back,” Bonnie said, smacking her lips. She contemplated the many times she was hunted. “How long has it been, do you know?”

If there were any living threats to her family Bonnie needed to know any and every detail imaginable. Preparation is important to her.

“Hayley died around a Mardi Gras weekend two years ago.” Stefan confessed, thinking of the time he met the hybrid. “I don’t know if all the Nazi vampires are gone, Bonnie. You need to be safe.”

“Bonnie,” Stefan interrupted, watching worry settle in the witch’s face. Bonnie was resting her hands. Her green eyes were dampened but Bonnie quickly fixed that. “If you haven’t been sleeping well your magic could be playing tricks on you.”

Silas, covens of linked witches and werewolves weren’t just a silly sleep-deprived mind game. There was meaning behind all of these messages. Psychic visions were an act of protection. Bonnie wouldn’t call herself the Raven Baxter archetype where she jumps into actions without information present. Taking initiative to prepare beforehand is important to her to ensure her daughters safety. Bonnie’s learned to appreciate her gifts rather than down them. Psychic-witch abilities aren’t a curse, a blessing with some well-needed instructions. Bonnie does respect bodily autonomy enough to not use her psychic abilities to peek inside people’s brains.

“Silas is dead, Bonnie. The vampires could be different.” Stefan said, sternly. He yawned and stretched in the car. “Remember you have to take care of yourself. Trust your instincts.”

“You're right, Stefan.” Bonnie complied, giving a false smile. The hardest part of her friends being human now is that they tend to think rationally first with the occasional one or two exceptions in their former lives as vampires. “I should probably get some rest while the girls are still sleeping.”

Stefan and Bonnie chat for a few more minutes filling each other in their day to day before ending the call. The witch crawled back into bed and gazed at her ceiling thinking of her options. She needed to check in with her other friends in Mystic Falls but that could wait.

Silas, witches, wolves and a sacrificing spell all go to a bar. What do you get? A disaster in the making! Bonnie joked to herself, she needed a witch’s advice and not just any witch though she loved Gloria. A sense of warmth crept inside Bonnie’s body. Having two little Bennett witches around kept that familiar static going through her veins. Sometimes she’d notice the hairs on her arms stand up. That strength of power thickened a thousand times heavier when surrounded by Bennett’s.

I love you,Bonnie. You stay strong.

Grams’ gentle but stern guidance embraces Bonnie whenever she’s in doubt. Destroying hell was one of the best things Bonnie has ever done in her opinion. It brought her back to her family. Her relationship with the elder Bennett witches has changed though she secretly holds a grudge for their manipulative tactics when she was seventeen.

Bonnie had her plan set in her mind and it was time for action. She chatted with Gloria on rescheduling their plans for later. Left her bedroom and started prepping for breakfast: French toast, fruits, scrambled eggs and oatmeal for Ivy. As her food cooked, Bonnie went ahead and collected pictures to pass out to her relatives. In the other realm, her relatives didn’t have equal access to her and her daughters. Hazel needed to be the one to lead the spell to their dimension. In case of the worst happening to her one day, her eldest needs to know how to project herself and her sister to their family. The tether between the living and deceased Bennett’s hasn’t been tested enough that needs to change.

Bonnie was slicing bananas when she felt the house rocking beneath her feet. She gripped the kitchen island to uphold her balance as the vibrations got intense. Apollo howled and followed upstairs to the source. One of her glass vases shattered on the floor. The knife slipped out of Bonnie’s hand falling towards her feet, luckily, she was quick enough to summon it back. She slammed the knife on the counter.

“MOMMY!” Hazel cried, sitting up in her bed. She clutched her sheets to her chest. “MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“I’m coming!” Bonnie yelled back. She knew when one child cries the other is soon to follow. Ivy stood in the hallway startled, her face was dampened, her tiny arms raised above her head. “I’m here, sweetheart.”

Ivy was resting on her mama’s shoulders, calming down. Bonnie then moved inside Hazel’s bedroom. Hazel was clutching a pillow to her chest with her face down. Apollo was laid on the other side of Hazel licking her arm.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” Bonnie asked, sitting near Hazel’s feet. She patted Apollo’s head for a signal to shift places. Which the family’s dog gradually accepted. Ivy moved from her mother’s arms and hugged her sister’s folded body.

Hazel wiped her eyes and reciprocated the hug from her sister. Little moments like these warmed Bonnie’s heart. She knew she was doing something right if her little girls had so much love to share. Bonnie pulled her youngest baby in her arms and laid down, allowing Hazel to rest on the other side. The little werewolves that resided in her girls demanded physical touch. Her insides twist thinking of a younger Klaus yearning for affection. She’s not ashamed to say her inner child still silently yearns for her absentee parents herself.

“I saw all these people around our home,” Hazel said, calmly. She then giggled and looked down at Apollo who was tugging at her pajama's pants. “Apollo, please!” Hazel paused, then continued. “Witches, a werewolf, and I can’t remember the rest. It was scary!”

“I love you,” Ivy replies, holding her hand out for her sister. She grins and stuffs her fingers into her mouth.

“It’s just a bad dream-“Bonnie reassured, cupping her daughter’s face.

“No!” Hazel cried, leaning away from her family. Her eyes were wide, and she frantically disagreed. “You didn’t see what I saw and felt! It was cold. My magic was gone. Empty!” The child glared at her hands, flipping them over.

Bonnie’s heart quickened, her throat became dry, and she was at a loss for words. If she had the dream and Hazel felt something similar, then that confirmed everything the witch suspected. It was a warning that shouldn’t be swept under the rug. Whatever or whomever was already installing fear into her family. She kissed her daughters' heads and hugged them closer to her. “Your magic will never leave you. You are infinite, not just in magic. Do you understand?”

Hazel sighed, nodding her head as she snuggled closer to her mama. She held Ivy’s hand and squeezed it. “You’ll save the day so nothing bad happens right?”

“If any bad guys ever tried to get to you two, they’d have to go through me and win.” Bonnie replied, proudly. “They wouldn't stand a chance against me,” This time her daughter’s move to kiss their mother’s cheeks. This love and bond with them are different than anything Bonnie’s ever known. It is raw, unpredictable some days, but it is their own.

“After breakfast I thought, we could go see your Great Grams and the rest of the Bennett witches. Doesn’t that sound nice? Bonnie questioned, giving her girls an extra squeeze. Ivy’s memory of the other Bennett’s wasn’t as strong as Hazel’s given her age. Both still have fun being spoiled by the Bennett’s.

“Can I lead the spell?” Hazel questioned, her eyes were wide and filled with joy. “I promise I won’t mess anything up. I know all the parts um—I don’t like the blood part.”

“How about I handle that part and let you do the rest.” Bonnie offered, seeing the joy come back into her daughter’s eyes.

“You hear that, Ivy?!” Hazel yelled, removing herself from the bed. Ivy stands up and steps over Bonnie reaching for Hazel to pick her up. “We’re gonna have fun!”

Hazel lifts Ivy in her arms, putting the toddler on her hip the way her mother does. She twirls with glee telling her sister all the finer things about the Bennetts. Laughter echoes through the room and it is the sweetest sound Bonnie’s ever heard. It aids in lessening the growing anxiety that’s coming from watching Hazel dance and spin with Ivy. Bonnie lifted Hazel’s teddy bears in the air which caught their attention.

“I love it when mommy does this! It's relaxing,” Hazel cheered on. Ivy squealed and clapped her hands. Bonnie moved her hands downward, dropping the bears around the girls in a circle. The sparkle that gleamed in her daughter’s eyes reminded her of Elena’s pretty brown eyes when she first told her she was a witch. A testament of how far she’s come.

Hazel sets up a tea party on the floor for the pair now that the teddy bears were involved. Ivy ordered Apollo to follow suit and sit next to her. A girl’s dog should never be left out of a tea party. If the teddy bears are allowed, then the dog is too!

“Tea?” Ivy asked, holding the pink and white polka-dot cup. “Here, polo.” Ivy waves the cup around his face. Apollo laid down as Ivy and placed the cup on his body.

“Ivy, mommy saved her home too. Her friends, and other people.” Hazel added. “That’s how I know she will keep us safe.” Hazel explains, proudly with her hand over her heart. “Mommy is a hero! Like a princess! Princesses keep people safe! It’s like a law.”

The first time Hazel was told the defeating hell story wasn’t from Bonnie but from Klaus. Bonnie recalled the day she came home from work, tired and irritable. Seeing Klaus and Hazel sitting on her rocking chair watching the sunset on the deck was admirable. Bonnie washed up, grabbed another blanket from the closet and squeezed right in. Hazel had drifted off to sleep from listening to her papa’s stories about her mother. Klaus encouraged Bonnie to do the same and that she did.

“Oooooou!” Ivy responded, eyes widened and full of enthusiasm. She looked between her mother and sister as if she was demanding more details. When in fact she was waving her “empty” tea up around. “Please?”

Okay, not going to cry because my babies think I’m a hero. Bonnie blinked and rubbed her eyes to refrain from crying.

“How about you tell the story Hazel as I finish making breakfast. We need all the energy we can get for later.”

Bonnie kisses both girl’s heads and gives a quick pat to their dog. Before she leaves, she sees Hazel stand to her feet extending her arms out. Listening in as she washes up to finish their meals.

“I forgot who the bad guy was but that’s okay!” Hazel said with a shrug, Ivy was engaged and listening. That's what mattered. “Then mommy did this WHOOSH thing!” Hazel pushed her hands out and held the pose.

Hazel doesn’t get every detail correct as Bonnie listens from afar, but she did get the gist of it right.

Defeating Hell made the decision to leave Mystic Falls clearer than ever.

June 2019

“Okay, Grams, if I ever needed you to hear me, hear me now,” Bonnie inhaled, she threw the remaining unlit match elsewhere in the armory. “Phesmatos incendia movetur..” The witch murmured, adjusting her stance as she pulled her fists inward and outward towards her torso. The familiar warmth and electricity sizzled and burst through Bonnie’s body. What if she failed at this? She had to do this for her friends, and all the innocent people in and outside of Mystic Falls. There were humans here that remained in the dark and would lose everything to an uncontrollable burst of psychic hell-firing energy. It’ll continue to burn until there’s nothing left for the taking. Bonnie cannot live with that.

“Phesmatos incendia movet,” Bonnie repeated, sternly, more confidently than the first couple of times.Bonnie repeated her hand motions, energy coiled in her veins and widespread in her stronger than before. Hellfire wouldn’t be simplistic to beat, but she’s Bonnie Sheila Bennett she isn’t an easy opponent to defeat. She’s died and been reborn again. That’s the same Bonnie that promised to save the world to Caroline. Bonnie promised Grams that she would save herself and be strong. Bonnie can be a hero for everyone else, even herself. She just needed to believe in herself.

Magic yearned to be released from her fingertips. Bonnie grinned at how alluring and simultaneously new her body felt with magic circulating in her system again. It was now or never, and she was ready. Bonnie was the hell and high water, she was the last Bennett witch standing she will be immortalized in all ways. There’s a sharp soreness in her heart that she forgot who she was in her grief. Never again. Pushing those thoughts aside the fire was coming in waves, she could sense it.

The hanging lights began to swing from the temperature and magic rising viscously. Fire violently pushed through the armory’s doors, chairs flew back, and the floor underneath was unbearable even with heels on. Bonnie pushed her arms away from her body and violently yelled. “PHESMATOS INCENDIA MOVET AHHHHH!”

Bonnie stood facing the blazing flames, hoping the gap between her and the fire would be greater. Despite the heat, she refused to back down. Bonnie turned her head and winced, feeling the effect of the combustion. She turned her head away and winced as the heat intensified, causing blood to drip from her nose and dampen her upper lip. She hasn’t cracked open a grimoire in so long, she’s grown rusty. One misstep could be fatal, but Bonnie refused to be remembered that way. When the day comes for her to pass permanently, she wants to be surrounded by love. She wondered if being dependent on Enzo was a resultant of her neglect with her magic. It never left but she didn’t question anything either.

“I CAN DO THIS!” Bonnie yelled, keeping her arms extended as she gazed at the flames.

Her heart mourns her ancestors that lost their lives due to their heritage. They were burned, lynched, and brutalized for being who they were. They deserved to live, and love. Bennett witches' tumultuous history cannot be erased, but Bonnie still embodies her ancestors, and this flame won't be her undoing. Determination and fire acts in unison, it builds and grounds itself until it takes over.

You want to live, Bonnie? You need to prove it. Bonnie ignored the rapid heart rate and the increased probing in her brain. “I CAN BEAT YOU! YOU CAN’T HAVE ME!” Bonnie screamed, belligerently.

“Now you’re finally ready to live,” Enzo said, grinning proudly.

Bonnie gasped at his appearance. “Hi? H-h-how are you here?” she stuttered and cried. Bonnie winced at the soreness in her arms and legs. “I’m dying again, aren’t I? I saw Elena and now you, this means death doesn’t it?” She bit down on her lip and grimaced.

“Nonsense love,” Enzo reassured, wishing he could lay a kiss on those soft lips. “I wanted one final goodbye. We will see each other again.”

Bonnie smiled despite the danger; Enzo always found a way to make her grin. “I can’t do it alone. It’s too strong,” she croaked and then moistened her now dry lips. Bonnie declared if she survived this then a trip to the spa was necessary.

“You are strong enough to do anything you put your mind to,” Enzo coached, knowing his time with Bonnie was lessening. “And love you’re not alone. Remember that.”

I can do this. I can beat you; you can’t have me! Bonnie chants inside her mind. She didn’t have time to question what that was with Enzo. Delusions is what she defined that as. You are not alone.

Bonnie thought of Grams, Emily, Lucy, Beatrice, Ayana, Qetsiyah and many more of her ancestors. She thought of her mother though she lacked the gift of the craft. She was indeed still a Bennett witch. Bennett witches get business handled, and this hellfire was just another obstacle. The job was almost finished.

As Bonnie gazed upon her Grams, she was filled with joy and gratitude. The presence of the other Bennett witches had always been a source of inspiration and energy for her. Even though they weren't physically present with her, their legacy would live on through Bonnie’s actions. The power of magic coursed through her veins, and she felt the comforting presence of her ancestors as they chanted sweetly in her mind. With this resolve, Bonnie pledged to live her life to the fullest and fulfill all her promises. And with one final push, the hellfire disappeared from her sight, leaving her feeling triumphant and at peace.

“I did it,” Bonnie whispered, drawing her arms back to gaze at her hands. “I did it!” Bonnie cheered, and then clutched at her forehead that was nesting a raging headache. She blinked several times attempting to remain conscious and then everything went black.

“sh*t,” Bonnie winced, opening her eyes slowly. She realized she was lying on a stone pavement in an unfamiliar forest. The woman above her provoked another loud scream. “Am I dead?!”

“No,” Emily chuckled, disagreeing. She held her hand out for Bonnie to take. “Welcome home, little one. We have missed you.” She replied, sincerely and calmly.

Bonnie hesitated as she gazed at her ancestor up and down. Emily looked exactly as Bonnie remembered her - with her beautiful brown skin, dark wavy hair, brown eyes, and dressed in layers according to her time period. Reluctantly, against Bonnie's better judgment, she accepted Emily's touch.

“If I’m not dead, where am I?” Bonnie questioned, allowing Emily to hug her. “You’re dead, Emily. Don’t tell me my personal peace is filled with Bennett’s who hate me.”

“I apologize for the past.” Emily said, looking down. “ We apologize for the past. You have grown into a marvelous woman without us. You have made your ancestors proud. Next time, we shall shift blame onto your mother.”

“Let’s not talk about Abby right now.” Bonnie insisted, lacking any desire to deal with the complicated emotions she brings. “Thank you, Emily for the apology.” Bonnie paused, gazing around at where they were standing.

The area surrounding them was breathtakingly beautiful. They found themselves amidst a sea of flowers - tulips, marigolds, honeysuckles, sunflowers, daisies, and irises - that stretched as far as the eye could see. Willow trees leaned against the pavement, and Bonnie could spot an evergreen bridge spanning over a pond nearby, as well as a few floral archways that marked the path ahead.

“This is our peace.” Emily stated profoundly. “You have created a new dimension for our lost souls. We are now connected by blood and power more infinitely than we have ever been before! It is beautiful to see and feel our lineage this way.”

“I was just protecting and saving Mystic Falls,” Bonnie replied, distracted watching butterflies fly over her head. “How did this happen?”

“Your connection to us is bound by blood and love. Real love.” Emily said, softly, running her free hand in Bonnie’s hair. “You are a psychic and a witch. Qetsiyah created the other side and you defeated hell. Why are you questioning yourself?! Don’t do that.” she scolded, and then motioned for them to leave.

The atmosphere was magical, and Bonnie could feel it tingling on her skin. She felt a great sense of belonging in this dimension that was perfectly crafted for them. The sweet fragrance of flowers mixing with the earthy aroma brought her immense joy. She knew that her ancestors were close by and this experience felt truly authentic. Witches were destined to serve the Earth and her family deserved a home to rest.

As Bonnie and Emily made their way towards where the other witches were. Bonnie could hear their sweet laughter echoing through the air. As she approached, she noticed that there were actual fish swimming in the nearby pond, as well as lily pads and tadpoles. Overwhelmed with nerves, Bonnie paused for a moment to take in the serene scene before her. This was her first-time meeting with everyone, and even when she was on the other side, she only had Grams to guide her. She knew and loved her Nana-Ameila, but she never knew her as a witch.

“You do not have to be nervous.” Emily said, glaring at Bonnie. “This is your family too.”

"I have some questions," Bonnie said, pausing as she noticed a lizard jump into the pond. “When I passed out from exertion I saw Elena. I wanted to die but Elena was there encouraging me to fight. Kai said we were bonded- “

“You only read our grimoires to learn how to survive,” Emily chuckled, shaking her head knowing where this was going. “Your mother is such a disgrace! She was supposed to teach and prepare for these things. Many of us didn’t have the chance to raise our children! Teach them the craft.”

Bonnie snapped her fingers and waved her hand in front of Emily to get her attention. “Can we skip past the abandoning mother chats?”

“Magic has its consequences, little one.” Emily replied, with a sigh. “According to the story of Qetsiyah, when she created immortality, Silas shared it with Amara. In her jealous rage we have the other side. As a result, all the Petrovas were synced to our line, and if you have a child one day, Elena will have one at the same time. The same goes for the next generation.”

“Wow,” Bonnie shyly laughed, suddenly rethinking her childhood. “Grams did have an old friend that visited that she sent away. Must’ve been Isobel’s mother.”

“I blame your Grams too!” Emily added on, rolling her eyes. That mere mortal shouldn’t have that much say in a witch’s upbringing! “But I do not need any disputes with Sheila. Since everyone reunited, we plan to act as a coven again.”

Bonnie ignored Emily’s scolding. Grams did what she could while respecting her father’s wishes. “Have any of you seen Qetsiyah?”

“Only in glimpses she has reunited with her sisters.” Emily replied, with a sigh. “Things were to be different, but they chose to isolate themselves. They do not reside where the rest of us do. Come on, stop stalling, little one!”

Qetsiyah never mentioned having siblings before, but Bonnie ignored this fact as Emily grabbed her hand and ran across the bridge. With a basket of fresh fruits in hand, a child waved and ran towards Emily. She jumped and hugged her mother.

“Meet my youngest daughter, Leigh-Anne.” Emily said, motioning for the child to do a proper greeting.

“I know who you are!” Leigh-Anne yelled. “Your Bonnie! Last of the line. You freed us. I never got to play as much on the plantation…then when we escaped, I was poisoned! My sisters survived though!”

“Nice to meet you, Leigh-Anne.” Bonnie said, holding her hand giving it a squeeze.

“How about you go find your sisters or some of the child witches to play with?” Emily encouraged, taking the basket away from Leigh-Anne. The child waved goodbye and ran to her right.

“She looks like you,” Bonnie said, nudging Emily’s arm to lighten the mood. “She’s beautiful.”

Emily softly replied, “Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me.”

As they walked, Emily pointed to a row of large cottages on each side, all belonging to Bennett's, and Bonnie was amazed.

Excitedly waving, Bonnie pointed out Denise, the witch of five, and her daughters Irina and Melissa, along with their own daughters and granddaughters.

Bonnie paid no attention to Emily's laughter, instead, she greeted everyone else with happiness. Beatrice, Ernestine, Suzette, and Rose were all present, coming in and out of their homes, enjoying themselves by dancing, talking, and performing magic. Even the daughters of these women and their granddaughters were present, and the air was filled with magic.

“Didn’t I tell you we’d see each other again?” Lucy joked, pulling Bonnie into a hug. “You did a damn good job, baby cousin.”

Bonnie disregarded her apprehensions and doubts to connect with her relatives, embracing both their virtues and flaws. She then encountered Joanna and was greeted with a kiss on the cheek from Pauline.

Joanna gave Bonnie a judgmental glare. "You brought us here, what's the plan now?" she questioned.

Emily's eyes narrowed with irritation as she called out to Joanna, "Don't start."

“Mother, give her a break.” Lucy interjected. “Bonnie, just got here, let her see everyone else first and then ask questions.”

“If nobody told you this,” Pauline said, amidst a hug. “Your mama used to work my damn nerves!”

“That would make two of us,” Bonnie agreed, and ignored Joanna’s comments. “Can I see my Grams first?”

Joanna silently complied, refraining from commenting as she watched Emily and Bonnie walk down the pathway.

“Wait,” Bonnie said, tugging Emily’s arm as they approached a mansion at the end of the road. “Where have I seen this place?”

The mansion was enveloped by pine trees that provided ample shade. The ground was freshly mowed, and the energy emanating from the land was mesmerizing. The estate was vast and had open land all around, towering three stories high. The exterior of the mansion was painted white, although it was mostly covered with vines. The landscaping was well-maintained, and not a speck of dirt was visible on the steps leading up to the wooden doors. The southern windows were sparkling clean with vibrant flower beds. Behind the mansion, there were two large, immaculate sheds.

Before Emily could respond, the wooden doors opened, and Ayana descended down the stairs.

Ayana embraced Bonnie tightly and swayed with excitement. "I have waited for lifetimes to meet you, my child! This is perfect! I have plans for our lineage. Come inside and see our home!"

Bonnie accepted Ayana’s embrace and greeting. “Wait, our home?” she questioned, with wide eyes.

Emily confirmed, running her hands on the posts of the mansion. "This was our land, Bonnie," she said faintly. "Before everything changed.

“You have to come inside and meet my daughters!” Ayana offered, attempting to tug Bonnie upstairs. “Emily’s other daughters are here.”

Bonnie stepped back from Ayana. She wasn't certain how much time had passed in her own dimension or what might be happening to her body there. Nevertheless, she was determined to stay in this place until she had seen Grams. Her palms were becoming sweaty as she overthought what she would say to her.

Worried, Bonnie looked around and asked, "Does anyone know where my Grams is? I need to see her."

As the family members frantically speculated about Grams' whereabouts, Bonnie had a hunch where she could be. She imagined her dear grandmother seeking solace in her own peaceful haven, away from the hustle and bustle of their family. It was easy to picture her sitting comfortably on her porch, sipping her tea and resting her feet on a stool listening to Jazz music.

“Everyone, that's enough," Bonnie interrupted her relatives' bickering. "I know where to find her.”

“I'll walk with you," Ayana offered. "I want to talk about the Mikaelsons. I made plans for our lines long ago. I know they’ve changed.”

Bonnie rubbed her forehead, feeling frustrated. She had forgotten that the Mikaelsons adored that particular relative once. But she still put on a reassuring smile and said, "Sure, we can talk after I see my grandmother."

Emily empathetically directed out, "Sheila lives on the other end of the trail. I assumed she would be at the mansion today. Sorry, just go, and I'll handle everything here."

Bonnie silently mouthed a quick 'thank-you' and turned on her heels, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. As she jogged, the left side of the trail looked no different from the right - cottage homes, willow trees, floral archways, stone pavements - but on this end, younger witches were hanging out on the land. Bonnie was certain she smelled wood and fire burning, indicating that this place was bigger than she had initially believed. Suddenly, Bonnie's jog came to an abrupt halt as she slammed into someone else.

Feeling ashamed, Bonnie quickly apologized and bent down to collect the woman's fruits, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been running. I didn't mean to damage your fruit."

“Don’t worry, I’m making apple pie from scratch anyway.” Amelia dropped her basket of fruits this time in shock at the sight of Bonnie. "What happened? You shouldn't be here!" she exclaimed.

Bonnie cried tears of joy as she exclaimed, "Nana Amelia?!" The sweet scent of incense mixed with a hint of fruit and cinnamon filled the air. Amelia, with her dark curly hair resting on her shoulders, was dressed in a formal teal gown that beautifully complemented her deep brown skin. "It's been so many years," Bonnie said with excitement.

"My dear, beautiful Bonnie," Amelia said as she cradled Bonnie's head and kissed her forehead. "What happened to the little girl with the two big curly ponytails? You've grown into a beautiful young woman." Amelia chose not to make any negative comments about Abby at this time.

"I'm all grown up now, Nana," Bonnie said, wiping the tears off her face. "I'm not ten anymore. I found out about our family's big secret. Grams died because of me, my mom and dad died, and vampires... a lot has happened, Nana." Bonnie nervously laughed. "Everything has changed.”

Amelia comforted the young girl, feeling sorrowful that she had to grow up so quickly just to survive in a world like theirs. "How about you go see your Grams and then we can do something together, like a real family?" she suggested.

Bonnie kissed her great-grandmother on the cheek and expressed her gratitude for the encouragement. "I'd love to have a slice of that apple pie," she said, as she watched her great-grandmother turn into her yard to collect more of her fresh fruit.

Bonnie had never experienced anything like this place in all her years as a witch. It was brimming with light, wisdom, and the purest form of nature. Most importantly, it was the home she had always longed for during her lonely teenage years. Grams' house wasn't some fancy mansion or a cottage; it was exactly the way Bonnie had remembered it. The chairs on the porch, perfectly cut shrubs, the rug with a few stray hairs from Grams beloved cat - everything was just as she had left it. As Bonnie stood outside, time seemed to stand still. She was nervous to knock on the door, and her anxiety was almost crippling her. But then, miraculously, Grams opened the door herself. Bonnie was speechless, but Grams' embrace and comforting words broke her down emotionally. It was a moment she would never forget.

Grams tearfully brought Bonnie into her home, saying "No matter what, I'm proud of you. Understood?”

As Bonnie silently mouthed "okay" repeatedly, Grams gently swayed their bodies and rubbed her hands in a circle to soothe the young witch. As they stepped into Grams' cozy living room, Bonnie laid her head down on a pillow and shared stories about everything Grams missed. With a thick yarn blanket covering her body, the warmth from the fire pit, and the soothing smell of lavender all around, Bonnie couldn't have felt more at ease. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, letting go of the responsibilities that awaited her from the Bennett witches and finding peace in the moment. When everything was said and done she’d have to return home and her future with Enzo was done. None of her family as she knows it would be able to come back. She’d be starting fresh, alone.

“Wake up, child.” Grams replied, sternly shaking Bonnie awake. “We got a bonfire to go too. A little family celebration.”

“Bonfire?” Bonnie questioned, shifting into a sitting position, wrapping the blanket over her arms. “I didn’t see any bonfire pits?”

Grams let out a dry laugh, then placed her hands on her hips. “You ain’t seen half of it. Hurry up!”

Bonnie jumped up from her seat with excitement and quickly stood on her feet. She stumbled on her toes like a child but held her Grams' hand who led the way past their homes and the pond to the lake. Although everything looked eerily similar, it was also different from Mystic Falls. Everyone she had seen hours before was here, bonding, and having fun. People were singing, dancing, playing games in the lake, performing magic, and telling stories of their past while sharing their hopes for the future. Now that they were together again, there was so much love here that Bonnie wanted to stay and live in it, selfishly.

Bonnie found solace near the tranquil lake. She took off her heels and dipped her feet in the cold water, letting the gentle ripples ease her worries. As she sat there, a couple of children ran past her, splashing water and giggling. She couldn't help but feel envious of their carefree joy. However, as much as Bonnie wished she could stay there forever, she knew she had to return to her real life. Despite saving the day, she still had to face the challenges of tomorrow.

“Mind if I sit with you?” Ayana questioned, motioning to the empty space.

“Go ahead,” Bonnie obliged, tapping the spot with a smile. “What's on your mind?”

Ayana sat down, wearing a determined expression. "I want you to know that I planned for what comes next. I believe your connection to the Mikaelsons will be valuable for them and us."

"Of course, Ayana," Bonnie agreed, unwilling to hurt the woman's feelings. She knew how much Ayana valued that family, and Bonnie didn't want to burst her bubble by revealing that she hasn't spoken to any of them in a few years. “If we cross paths again I send your regards.”

Ayana received a call from her eldest daughter, Assata, who abruptly ended their conversation. Concerned about Bonnie's well-being, Beatrice and Lucy visited her to check how she was doing. Beatrice shared the story behind a mooncrest medallion while Lucy suggested that Bonnie should rest after experiencing an overflow of magic. However, Grams and Emily arrived shortly after, and they took over, allowing Bonnie to relax.

Grams empathetically gave Bonnie a squeeze and said, "I understand how you feel, but it's not your time to stay."

Emily nodded and encouraged, "Things will change soon. You're not alone, Bonnie. Break the barrier and find us again and again. You brought our home back.”

Bonnie was feeling internally conflicted as if her family was somehow pushing her away. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew they were right. All of these women in her family, with their children and grandchildren, had lived their lives to the fullest. If she stayed here for too long, she knew her fate would be sealed. Despite all this, Bonnie couldn't bring herself to leave just yet. She decided to stay for another two days, spending time between her Grams' house and other relatives, cherishing these final moments of family bonding before the inevitable hits.

“Take time to study our journals and not just for magic!” Emily coached, latching hands with her daughters. “We learned to survive through our magic but by creating a set of rules!”

Bonnie held Grams tightly as tears streamed down her face. She gave a quick head-nod to Emily's demands. "I already miss you so much," she said with a quivering voice. "I wish I could stay."

Grams stood up and joined the line of other witches. She took hold of her mother's hand and turned to Bonnie with a look of empathy. "It's not easy, but it doesn't mean you can't come back," she said softly. "Stay strong, Bonnie. You've got this."

Bonnie bid farewell to the witches surrounding her in the circle, feeling a sense of loss as she laid back on the grass, arms crossed over her chest. She closed her eyes and focused on Mystic Falls, her hometown, feeling a mix of emotions. As the wind picked up, she felt goosebumps on her skin, but her magic kept her warm inside. She clung to thoughts of her home - the monthly dances, the warm southern weather, and all the memories that came with it, both sweet and bitter. Leaving this place with her relatives felt just as painful. Bonnie thought about what she’s promised Elena, Enzo, and most importantly her Grams that she would live.

“BONNIE?!” Elena cried, and gasped, pulling Bonnie into her arms. “You’re okay!”

Bonnie blinked excessively as she looked around Stefan's bedroom. Suddenly, she pushed Elena away and begged for water, licking her lips for moisture.

"Is she awake?" Caroline inquired, her heart filled with joy as she hurried towards Bonnie's bedside. She embraced Bonnie tightly. "You've saved the world and you're alright! We're all safe now," she whispered with compassion and empathy.

The trio hugged, but Bonnie was eager to leave. She needed to rebuild her southern estate with her magic. As Bonnie tried to stand, both Elena and Caroline refused to let her go.

“Bonnie Sheila Bennett!” Caroline yelled, tugging Bonnie back down by her arm. “You just saved the world and passed out for two days. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“We’re all here together,” Elena added, scooting on the bed closer to her friend. “The Salvatore’s made breakfast. We should all catch up. Please?”

“I finally figured this witch thing out,” Bonnie said, nodding sympathetically towards Elena, before taking another sip of water.

“Stefan and I broke up,” Caroline announced sadly, shaking it off. “I’m keeping my rings though!” She says proudly. “I got my girls to focus on.”

“Enzo’s dead,” Bonnie blurted out with a sigh behind it. “He’s really gone.” Caroline leaned on Bonnie’s shoulder and rubbed circles on her back.

Elena’s eyes went wide and interrupted them before anyone else could add on. “Let’s eat first while you two tell me everything.”

Ivy’s hands were raised above her head as she poked her lip out at her mother signaling for her to be picked up.

"You're so cute!" Bonnie said, her voice full of compassion and love. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for her little one, knowing how much love and attention she needed. Bonnie leaned in and kissed Ivy's cheeks, savoring the child's sweet giggles.

“Thank you, mommy!” Ivy replied, grinning and clapping then pointed to Hazel entering the room. Bonnie noticed the blue bow Hazel had put on Ivy's curly hair. It complimented and contrasted her daughter's brown skin and bright eyes.

Hazel exclaimed, "Ivy has taken off her socks and shoes again!" She waved the black socks and blue rain boots in the air and helped Ivy onto the couch. Hazel tapped Ivy's feet to indicate which sock and shoe belonged to the corresponding foot.

“Thank you, for helping Hazel.” Bonnie added on, focusing on adjusting the baby carrier in her hands then shifted it to her back. “You’re such a good big sister. You look just as beautiful.”

Bonnie carefully inspected her two daughters' outfits. She opted for a simple yet stylish look, dressing them in jeans, t-shirts, cardigans, and rainbow boots. Ivy was wearing a blue and white floral cardigan, while Hazel had on a red heart top. Bonnie knew that once they arrived in the other dimension and settled in, her girls would want to run and play. This would provide her with ample time to chat with Grams and Emily and share her concerns.

“Thank you, mama! By the way I told Apollo to guard the house while we’re gone,” Hazel said confidently. “He’s a good boy, and knows what to do if someone breaks in.” she turned and gave the dog a thumbs-up as he howled from upstairs.

Bonnie commented proudly, "Such a smart girl! " and gave her daughter a high-five. As Bonnie looked at Hazel, she noticed the butterfly stud earrings that her daughter had taken from her jewelry box. Bonnie was surprised to see that Hazel had developed an interest in something that she herself liked, and she had expected to wait until Hazel's teenage years for this to happen. Funnily enough, Klaus was very against the thought of earrings for Hazel. She won in the end, and Hazel’s ears were pierced after she was four months old.

“Annnnd?” Hazel inquired, arching her eyebrows and waiting for her mother to correct herself. She tapped Ivy’s shoulder signaling for her baby sister to join in.

“Mommy?” Ivy asked, folding her arms with a pout. Her bottom lip quivered, and her eyes were wide.

Bonnie couldn't help but laugh softly as her daughters teamed up against her. She knew it was only a matter of time. Truth be told, however, she wasn't too keen on the idea when they first got Apollo. At the time, she was dealing with a lot of emotional stress, still pregnant, and struggling to cope with Hazel's abandonment issues and other emotional struggles. On top of that, her relationship had just ended, and getting a dog was not exactly high on her to-do list. Despite this, Stefan had been instructed to do anything that would make Hazel happy and given the necessary funds to do so. When Hazel found a friend in a stray puppy at the park, Bonnie couldn't be the villain and sent the puppy to an animal shelter. Her daughter was five and adjusting to an odd change sending Apollo away would’ve made it worse.

“I apologize,” Bonnie said, placing a hand over her heart. “Apollo is the best dog a family could have.”

"That's better," Hazel said proudly, folding her arms. "Don't you forget it either!" She took a seat on the hardware floor, mentally preparing herself to cast the spell. She thought of her mother and how she did magic - gentle, steady and confidently.

As she was being lifted and placed inside the baby holder, Ivy cried out, "I want Nox!" She felt an urge to tug on her mom's necklace.

Bonnie was getting ready to give her daughter the stuffed werewolf toy, but before she could do so, Ivy began crying loudly and used her own magic to summon the toy to her hands. Once Ivy had the toy, she stopped crying and happily played with it.

“Yuck, she’s ruining him.” Hazel complained with disgust, seeing a line of slob from Ivy’s mouth to Nox. “Send her to school!” she complained, shaking her head in disagreement.

"This is the reason why I haven't even considered enrolling your sister in daycare or preschool yet." Bonnie explained, walking away from the living room and heading to the kitchen to grab a needle for the spell. "I don't want to suppress your magical abilities more than necessary." Bonnie sat down on the floor, facing Hazel. “And she’s too little, I’m not ready.”

“You’re protecting us,” Hazel said proudly, thinking of the spelled earrings or necklace she wore when she first started school. “From bad people,” Hazel said, sadly holding her hand out for her Mother to prick. Bonnie used the needle to prick her daughters fingers then sat it next to her.

Bonnie just nodded, not wanting to explain to her daughter about her papa's struggles with his mother or even her history with having her magic hindered. She flicked her wrist, summoning a knife to her hands, and cut her hand horizontally.

“We don’t do this around other people,” Bonnie said, tossing the knife, crossing her arms and looking at her daughter quizzically. “Why is that?”

Hazel followed her mother’s actions. Then confidently explained her answer. “To keep the secret of our dimension. If people knew these dimensions can be created by psychic energy and Bennett blood they’d use us for bad stuff!” She paused for a second then continued. “We don’t share our blood with anyone, ever.” she closed her eyes, pondering for a moment. “The Other Side is gone and people would want their family out? Not all people that are gone are good?”

Bonnie collected the Bennett blood from the girls and herself who had been cut. She poured it into a metal bowl and added her crushed irises and white roses. After heating the mixture, she stirred it with her finger. Although she trusted her daughter's magical instincts, Bonnie couldn't resist giving her guidance. When she first started communicating with their ancestors, it was due to stress. However, Hazel's situation was different.

“You know, grandma told me once that she was a good witch but an even better herbalist.” Hazel said, intensely watching her mom’s moves. “She liked alchemy too.”

"I’m sure your grandma does.” Bonnie says showing no bitterness. “Guess what though? You were right, go ahead and lead us. I'm proud of you," Bonnie said, giving her daughter reassurance in her craft.

Hazel smiled before she focused on her magic. She imagined the warm, loving feeling she experiences when she sees her mother and sister. She also thought about how her magic and the earth are in harmony, just like the growth of trees. Hazel believes that magic is infinite, like the air, heavy like waves in the sea, and can engulf someone like fire.

Ivy whistled as wind circulated the family. The floor vibrated as Hazel’s magic flourished around the family. Hazel's eyes turned white, and Bonnie nearly screamed in terror. Initially, Bonnie wanted to end the spell and take over from Hazel after that, but the vibrations of magic were too thick and as Bonnie’s eyes flickered, they noticed they were in the forest of their dimension.

“We’re here, Mama! We made it! I did it!” Hazel cheered, eager to run down the path. “Can you let Ivy down so she can race?”

Bonnie was aware that asking her youngest daughter if she wanted to race with her sister would be futile. Ivy was always willing to follow Hazel's lead. So, Bonnie decided to wait until she could safely unfasten her daughter. She greeted her relatives and warmly accepted their kinship, while they showered her daughters with attention and love. Her daughters’ minds were set on playtime and adventure. By the time the family reached Grams place the girls were ready to explore their imaginations.

“You two have gotten so big,” Grams said, giving her great granddaughters kisses. She turned and handed Bonnie a fresh wine glass with a mimosa. “Go on and play now.”

“Make sure you watch-“ Bonnie began but was cut off.

“I know!” Hazel whined and lifted Ivy’s arm in the air. “Make sure she doesn’t eat dirt and bugs! Or hurt herself. Can we go now?”

“Please?” Ivy pleaded, pulling her arm away from Hazel but still holding onto her hand. Nox was nestled under her left arm.

Bonnie blew kisses to her daughters and watched as they ran to the other girls their age, saying, "Go on and be safe, and make sure you are nice to everyone."

“Happens fast doesn’t it huh child?” Grams said, examining Bonnie’s worried gaze. “You haven’t even tasted your mimosa.”

“Don’t remind me,” Bonnie said, giggling. She took a sip of her mimosa and placed it on the glass table. “They grow up too fast for my liking.”

As Emily entered the lawn, she asked, "Can we join you?" and gestured towards Ayana and Lucy behind her.

“Have a seat on the porch swing,” Grams suggested to their relatives. “Do any of you want something to drink?”

Ayana and Emily refused the offer while Lucy accepted.

“Thank you, I loved a strong mimosa when I was alive,” Lucy sighed, taking a sip. “Sometimes I miss being alive.”

Ignoring Lucy's venting, Emily asked, "How are you doing, little one? We can tell you're having a hard time."

“Is it about the girls?” Ayana questioned, face full of worry. “Is it about your husband?” Ayana would root for Klaus until the bitter end. It annoyed Bonnie but she kept her peace on the matter. “I’m aware Niklaus has messed up but I assure there’s more to the story.”

“You are the only one that roots for that relationship!” Emily yelled, scolding Ayana. “Bonnie should be with a witch now that the marriage has ended.”

“Bonnie should be with whoever makes her happy.” Lucy argued, disagreeing with Emily. “That is out of your control Emily. Know your place.”

Bonnie let out a loud sigh, feeling annoyed with the ongoing discussion. Emily seemed to be preparing a rebuttal to Lucy’s point, but Bonnie and Grams intervened before she could speak. Grams interrupted and said, "How about we all stop arguing and let Bonnie speak about the reason she came here?"

Bonnie shared every detail with me: the headaches that had lasted for over a month, the disturbingly life-like nightmares, Silas sightings that may or may not have been real, the weird vampires that wanted to purify their species and a supposed sacrifice spell.

“There is no evil man without followers.” Ayana said, seldomly covering her mouth as she pondered. “It is possible your dreams are using Silas as a shield for someone else. I am sure someone followed his practices.”

“You need to get you and your daughters somewhere safe.” Lucy added on offering a hug. “You need some rest.”

Emily's tone was filled with concern as she spoke. "That particular spell involves the use of dark magic. It's much more complicated than just taking a life - there are other factors at play."

“What else are the requirements?” Bonnie asked, feeling agitated. Her relatives weren’t providing information as quickly as she had hoped. “Let me guess a celestial event? I just need to know what this person's plan is and how to stop them.”

“Absolutely right," Grams stated firmly. "A spell of this magnitude cannot simply be activated by death alone. It requires a great deal of preparation since the recipient's body must be capable of harnessing the magic or have a conduit to channel that energy into. This process is distinct from siphoning magic. You recall what occurred when Qetsiyah created the other side and immortality. There is a difference.”

“Yeah,” Bonnie said quickly, before downing her mimosa. “Everything died around her, due to her deadly sacrifice and newfound broken heart. Then the cure is the blood of a doppelganger, and that’s how everything came to be.”

The next lunar eclipse is scheduled for June. Bonnie thought to herself and gestured for Grams to make her another mimosa. She knew she had to search through her and Klaus' enemies to figure out who was coming and when. Nobody was going to harm her or her daughters; it was that simple. The Bennett blood is a wildcard in the supernatural world, and it's even more significant when in the hands of someone trying to do wrong

Emily reiterated, "Creating that spell went against nature’s rules. But you forgot that the spell requires basil, ginseng, and arnica seeds."

“Let’s focus on the real problem. How will you keep your daughters safe?” Ayana suggested. “Perhaps you could leave them here with us?”

“They are well-adjusted with everyone and would be safe here, Bon.” Lucy reassured her.

Bonnie disagreed with that. “I trust all of you around them and the girls love you but there could be consequences we do not know about from two little girls who haven’t died being here for too long. It’s too risky to test with our magic.”

“I know you don't want to," Grams began, giving Bonnie a quick hug. "It's best for you to return to Mystic Falls. You remodeled our estate, and the girls will be protected there, as many of your ancestors were laid to rest there, the magic is still strong because of our connection.”

Emily reassured that with the artifacts collected over the years, Bonnie and her daughters could reach them.

Bonnie longed for the comfort of her home, where she could spend quality time bonding with her beloved daughters while the world outside faded away. She said her goodbyes to her family and walked to where her little girls were playing on the tire swing near the lake, surrounded by Beatrice, Denise, and Leigh-Anne, who were helping push the swing with their magic to ensure their safety. The sound of their soft giggles and the rustling of twigs as they ran around filled the air with joy and happiness. Bonnie wished for nothing more than to fill their days with laughter and glee, instead of having to constantly worry about their potential attackers.

Life just wasn’t fair.

What else was unfair is that Bonnie couldn't be in two places at once. She couldn't research her enemies and keep the girls safe alone. She needed help, and she hated asking for it. Gloria would have been a good and safe option to leave her daughters with, but one of her relatives back in Chicago was sick, and she needed to focus on them. Keelin was too new to trust with her daughters to stay in Nova Scotia with. Which meant her best option was returning to Mystic Falls and temporarily living there again.

“You look tired child,” Gloria said, sitting next to Bonnie on her couch. “I wish I could help you more. I know a witch-nanny who could watch them during the day.”

“And what about at night when you have to manage the club?" Bonnie asked, sounding annoyed. "I'll have my mother stay with us in Mystic Falls, that way I can trust that they will be safe when I need to travel." Bonnie covered her face on one of the couch pillows and said with a muffled voice, "Abby hates me but seems to enjoy being a grandmother.”

“I don’t trust her. Abby can still be an absentee mother or grandmother in this case ,” Gloria said bitterly. “I know you think otherwise, but she knows why Klaus left.”

Bonnie groaned and sat back up, removing the pillow. "Not this again," she said, slapping her forehead. "My mother may dislike me, but she wouldn't ruin my family that is too far even for her."

“Alright, child,” Gloria said, putting her hands up in defense as she ended the argument. “What is done in the dark will come to light.”

The sliding door opened, alerting the pair that the children had returned after playing in the yard. Ivy yawned and rubbed her face as soon as she stepped inside. Bonnie checked her phone and realized that it was time for Ivy's afternoon nap. Hazel went to the bathroom to wash her hands and then flickered her wrist summoning some cookies from the counter.

“I’m going to get her cleaned up and lay her down.” Bonnie said, picking Ivy up and heading upstairs. “Be back in thirty or forty minutes.”

Hazel sat next to Gloria on the couch, swinging her feet. "How's your day going?" she asked, making a mess with her chocolate chip cookies.

“It's been good, Sweetheart," Gloria said kindly. She hesitated before asking, "How do you feel about your grandma?

Hazel summoned more cookies and paused to ponder. "Grandma's nice, but she makes Mommy upset. She thinks I don't notice, but I do!"

“You notice everything,” Gloria said, nudging her arm. “And hear almost everything.”

"Yup!" Hazel said proudly as she wiped her hands on her pants. "Whenever Mommy talks to grandma, she makes this face that looks super annoyed," Hazel frowned, raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side to demonstrate. She then folded her arms and rolled her eyes to further emphasize the expression.

“You got her good,” Gloria said, covering her mouth as she laughed.

“Hazel Cordelia,” Bonnie said sternly, from upstairs looking over the banister. “Are you doing impressions of me?”

Hazel replied with a firm "Nope", popping the ‘p’. Then turned to Gloria to hide her giggles as she heard her mom walk away.

After giving the child a high-five, Gloria said, "She'll never know." Seeing Hazel's smile and the adoration Bonnie has for her family, Gloria knew then what must be done.

Gloria was hesitant to interfere with Bonnie's parenting choices, but she had a nagging feeling that something was off with Abby, despite having no concrete evidence she still implemented a plan in mind to help protect Bonnie’s family. Keelin wasn’t family, but Gloria could tell she was far from a foe.

Bonnie spent hours browsing different schools in Mystic Falls online, trying to find the best fit for Hazel. She planned to visit each school personally to ensure that her questions were answered and that the environment would make her children feel comfortable. Moving temporarily would not be easy for her two little girls, so their comfort was the top priority. Although Bonnie had been away from home for years, Hazel still kept in touch with Stefanie, and Lizzie and Josie would often call to check up on the family. While her communication was not perfect, it was far from severed.

Bonnie flicked her wrist magically slamming her door shut. She did a quick silencing spell for her room and dialed Caroline.

“Bonnie! How are you?” Caroline said, overjoyed on the other end of the phone. Bonnie could hear Caroline stacking dishes up. “What’s up?”

Bonnie felt her throat go dry. She was irritated with herself for hating to ask for help. Being dependent on others was infuriating for her. "I need to come home in a few weeks. There's a lot going on. Caroline?" Bonnie questioned and looked confused at the end of the phone call.

Caroline’s face lit up on Bonnie’s laptop in her bedroom to video chat. Bonnie immediately clicked accept and Caroline was bursting with joy on the other end. Excitement gleamed and shined from her blue eyes.

Caroline yelled excitedly to Bonnie, "YOU’RE FINALLY COMING HOME! I KNEW YOU’D GET SICK OF THAT SEA SALT SMELL ONE DAY!" She then shouted to the twins, "BONNIE’S COMING HOME! This is SO exciting!"

“Hi! Aunt Bonnie!” The twins said in unison, blowing kisses as Caroline flipped the camera on them doing homework.

“Hi girls!” Bonnie greeted, waving her hands back. “You guys look beautiful. Now, Care please.” Bonnie said, tilting her head to the side to get Caroline to move.

“Right, sorry I’m focused.” Caroline said, running to her living room. “What’s going on? You know you can always call me when you need me.”

“Which schools are connected to the Salvatore Boarding School?” Bonnie asked, dragging her webpage to the side to pull up the information. “I’ve been researching and obviously that information is hidden.”

“Mystic Falls Elementary and High are the only ones connected as of now.” Caroline confirmed, with a nod. “We have students who attend both throughout the week. Then students who only attend the Boarding school.”

“Great,” Bonnie said dryly, closing the webpage for Mystic Falls Elementary. “I prefer Hazel to go to a regular school just like other kids.”

“The young witches, werewolves or any supernatural-being that does the dual enrollment program gets to have some normalcy in our world as they age.” Caroline explained, politely. “It’s a secret to the staff but a few teachers. We do have some vampires but they reside in the boarding school only.”

Bonnie nodded and put on a forced smile, pretending to change her mind. "How was your day?"

“I had to sign off on the students: not graduating list that were in the dual enrollment programs,” Caroline said, voice faint and frowning. “I feel sorry for them but if you don’t fulfill those requirements there's nothing I can do. I have to be fair. “

“Summer school graduation is still a graduation," Bonnie said with a shrug. She turned her back to Hazel, who was slowly making her way into her bedroom. Hazel's lips were pursed together, and she was breathing heavily. "I need to call you back, Hazel has been having some nightmares. Love you.”

Bonnie moved to her bed and pulled Hazel in the middle with her. “What happened, baby?” Bonnie said softly with wide eyes, tucking Hazel’s two-strand twist behind her ear.

Hazel snuggled into her mother and said, "Do parents stop loving you because they fight?” Hazel's eyes widened as she asked the question. “Stefanie’s parents are fighting…you love me still right?”

“Stefanie's parents still love her, even if they fight," Bonnie reassured Hazel and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Your dad and I weren't perfect, but you and your sister were a gift to us. No matter what happened, both of you were precious to us. There has never been any space in my heart where I did not love you. I think I could explode with love. And the same goes for Stefanie’s parents.”

“Okay,” Hazel said, wiping her eyes. She leaned up to kiss her mother’s cheek. “I love you too.”

Bonnie walked towards her closet and retrieved a Polaroid photograph. In the picture, Hazel was one year old, and her cheeks were covered with pink frosting. Bonnie had cake on her lips and chin, and Hazel's small, chubby hand was reaching out, offering Klaus a bite. He looked ecstatic in the photo.

Bonnie held the picture out and said, "You can have it if you want."

“It’s me!” Hazel cheered, rubbing her fingers over the photo. “When I was a baby with you and papa. He looks different.”

“You just haven't seen him in a while, that's all," Bonnie said sadly with a sigh. "You are loved. Every bit of love is in you.”

Hazel thanked her mother and ran to her bedroom to put the photo on her nightstand. She poked her head in Ivy’s bedroom and decided to wake her up.

Hazel whispered, "C'mon, we're going to sleep with mommy tonight." She grabbed Ivy's hand and gently led the way to their mother's room. "We're going to sleep with you tonight!" Hazel exclaimed happily, making sure that Ivy was placed in the middle of the bed.

“Sure, I'd love that," Bonnie replied, beaming with joy. "While you both stay snuggled in, let me take a quick shower." She kissed her daughters' heads and left the room. After about fifteen minutes, Bonnie returned to the sweetest sight. Her daughters were sound asleep, hugging each other tightly, and Apollo was well rested at the foot of the bed. All that was left for Bonnie to do was join her daughters and get some much-needed rest. The outside world and its many problems could wait.

Down in New Orleans

Hope swung her leg, screaming as she kicked the boxing bag off its stand. She continued to scream as she slid down the wall of the gym and threw her black boxing gloves off her hands. She held her hand out summoning her water bottle and washcloth to her hand. She downed her water and wiped the sweat from her face. Finally, she rested her head on her knees.

Marcel slammed the door of the gym and scolded Hope for silencing her phone. He told her that they were family and she couldn't shut him out like that. However, when he saw Hope's disheveled state, he forgot about his anger and asked her with a smile, "Who do I need to kill?" while flashing his fangs.

Hope wiped her tears and stood up, running to embrace Marcel. Amidst muffled sobs, she exclaimed, "I won't be graduating from Mystic High."