You're Not Alone
The following morning was not what anyone in town would have thought would have happened.
Elena thought she was cursed.
Otherwise, why else would every party she attended since her 16th birthday, had turned into disasters. One end starting with, Tammy Westerly wearing the same outfit as her at her Sweet 16. And on the other end, her parents deaths
Stefan thought about leaving town.
Hoping, praying, pleading, that his elder brother, who had turned up after nearly killing someone so openly, would follow him somewhere else. It happened every time they found each other. And on a more memorable occasion, surrounded by the haze of warm blood of the Chicago public in the 20's, Damon just wouldn't go away
Caroline thought she was in hell.
She couldn't remember what happened last night, and with all honesty she didn't want too. In fact, there was a high probability she was still drunk. At least she recognised the room she was in, and her clothes were still on
Tyler thought he understood fear.
His father was an abusive arsehole the size of the sun, who tend to finish each day like it began; in his office chair, with a crystal glass, filled with amber liquid from the night before. But seeing Matilde, seeing her face etched with pure terror, shaking in his arms like a leaf in a storm. It hurt him; it was something he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemies
Matilde thought that staying in bed till the day she died was a perfect plan.
However, her stupid over active brain just couldn't switch off; she even started to beg, pray too whatever Deity she could think of. And when that ultimately failed, she began to write everything down, no matter how odd or in any order. Not even the cramps, or tremors got in her way
Victoria thought her first weekend home would be fun.
The amount of parties that were happening over the next week was insane, so she thought before drinking more than triple her body weight in Jello shots and cheep beer, she'd go home. Well that was the reason she told Tyler, even if he didn't believe her, the real reason, Matilde. She hasn't been this bad, since finding that house in the wood when she was 11
Bonnie thought about heading over to her Grams, talking to her about what she saw.
The Vision's she kept having, had all but took over her dreams. Sheila Bennett would pour her a cup of special tea and tell her to embrace them, to tell her every aspect of them, before patting her head and say something mindbogglingly cryptic
And yet, Bonnie headed to the other side of town and found out their was another world, and she was slap dab in the middle of it
Bonnie had returned to the Donovan household, not expecting Matilde to answer the door.
She looked like shit; that was a nice way of putting it
Deep purple rimmed her bloodshot eyes, her signature peach hair was darker with grease, ink was staining her hands and even splattered across her cheek. Her wrinkled clothes were most likely Tyler's as they swallowed her whole. Yet the sight did made Bonnie feel better, she was scared to hear Matilde was dead; it was an odd thought, but the feeling that followed made it all to real
Bonnie blinked. Then blinked again. "...I was looking for Tyler?"
"He's gone to get my bike." Matilde breathed sluggishly, "You can come in and wait if you want"
"Thanks"
Holding a mug of coffee. The silence was suffocating her, "Can I ask you a question?"
Matilde shrugged her shoulders, and gulped down the dregs of her too hot tea, "Why not"
"Do..." Bonnie exhaled deeply, "Do you think we are alone in the world?"
"Like Aliens from outer space," Matilde answered blithely. The girl with 2 lives, was too exhausted to enter into a philosophical debate
"No," Bonnie shook her head. "Witches. Psychics"
"It doesn't matter what I believe or not." Matilde ran her thumb nail over her middle finger, a habit she picked up when smoking. "The question is do you?"
"Okay." Bonnie shuffled forward, sitting in the very edge of the sofa, and put her half filled mug down. "Last night at the party, I saw things. Not like drunk hallucinations, but like things that I shouldn't have known; yet it was true"
"What did you see?"
"Fog. Crows. Everything was drenched in blood." Matilde nodded, Bonnie was recounting her very disturbing vision. She knew she should have paid more attention in Divination.
"And then," Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed, "I saw Elena over and over again"
That was new
"That is definitely... something"
"But that was when I went to sleep; she was in different outfits. One from a Greek tragedy, drinking from a goblet.
The next was like she was from an ancient tribe, protecting a small girl who was growling
The next, in a blue dress dancing with the biggest smile on her face, before clutching her neck.
The next one is different to the rest, all she did was run; it was like time was going with her.
And finally, Elena. She was in a circle of fire"
Matilde's jaw was slack and her eyes narrowed. It was the natural face she pulled when thinking, or in this case, trying to think.
It was like grasping shadows
Psychics. Witches. Psychic witches. Bennett— "Wait here"
Bonnie sat rigidly as Matilde disappeared somewhere in this house, a house she was strictly told was the root of all evil. Her Grams made it and by extension Matilde and Vicki, and later Tyler, sound like they partook occasionally in human sacrifice. She could remember the effort she used to put in to avoid the place and the people.
Now, she couldn't understand why. The air smelled of Christmas. Perpetual piles of pillows and blankets. A soldering hearth. And she swore she saw an altar when she walked past one of the rooms
Thundering steps alerted her before Matilde walked back in the room with a large leather bound book tucked underneath her arm and a tall thin candle gripped tightly in her fist
"What is that?" Bonnie gawked at the sheer thickness of the book Matilde placed on the table, seriously it was the same thickness as her arm
"Technically..." Matilde's earthly eyes clashed with her sage green ones, "yours"
"Mine!" Bonnie backed away from it, and her. "What?!"
"Magic"
Bonnie felt like crying. Either on relief or fright, she didn't know exactly. But sat opposite her was Matilde, smiling so openly, so freely, holding onto a lit candle, a candle she lit with a strike of her fingers. "You're a witch"
Matilde turned an embarrassing bright shade of red, "Yes and no"
"That's not confusing"
"I have magic, yes. But I have extra abilities." Matilde grew an unsettling smirk, one that made the hair on the nape of Bonnie's neck stand on end, "The ancestors say I'm going to destroy nature one day"
"Can you show me?"
There was a long pause and Bonnie felt as if she was ducked into cold water. Then Matilde's eyes glowed a deep shocking blue, as did her lightning scar.
"Expecto Patronum"
A bird, one that could only be described as something one's mind makes up in a dream, soared around the ceiling. It was the same shade of blue as her eyes, but what gained her attention was the actual lightning, travelling around her fingers.
The mythical bird nuzzled Bonnie's cheek, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe, the air in her lungs was gone. It was like a collision on atoms, a super nova, every nerve was a light with energy.
But as soon as that feeling appeared, it flew away.
"Bonnie, are you okay?"
She was not okay, at all. Magic existed, the girl she had known her whole life could do that. But what shocked Bonnie more was the way her magic lingered in the air, Bonnie was in awe of the girl in front of her. No, witch. No The Destroyer Of Nature. And when that day came, Bonnie would know which side she would be on
Matilde watched Bonnie; her lips parted into the shape of an 'O' and nod very carefully. "Are you sure? Our magic doesn't exactly... like each other"
"Magic!" Bonnie's eyes bounced between the lit candle and the tomb. "Are you saying I'm-- that I am a witch"
"Bonnie," she said gently, "you are a Bennett"
Bonnie pressed her knuckles to her eyes, "I don't get it"
"Take my hands." Matilde patiently held out her cold hands, not even batting an eyelash at Bonnie's hesitation. "Now, close your eyes, and will your self to do magic"
Her voice was just above a whisper, "how?"
"Take a deep breath. And feel"
Bonnie's eyes snapped open, narrowing them as if Matilde had been making fun of her. "That makes no sense"
"It's not supposed to," Matilde said as if it was obvious. "Magic isn't logical. It's... It's the way the wind blows a million directions at once. It's the way flowers appear brighter in the summer sun. It's the way the rain gets heavier when your upset"
"It's the way fire dances"
"Bonnie," Matilde's voice was filled with awe. The fire had sparked to life. Crackling contently, bathing the room in such a warm golden glow, Matilde thought Sirius Black had returned to her.
"I did this?" She stood up, heading towards the fire, "I did this?!"
"Yeh, you did."
"I'm a witch!" Bonnie exclaimed in glee. "I'm a freaking Witch!"