❝you've given me something i never thought i'd find again: a reason to feel.❞
he was the calm in her storm, until she became the chaos he could no longer live without.
in which, a charismatic, hot-headed witch and a noble, family-first original vamp...
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Bonnie Bennett was selfless. Almost to a fault.
One of those faults was the death of her grandmother, Sheila Bennett. No matter how many times her Grams assured her from Limbo that her sacrifice had not been in vain, Bonnie couldn't believe it. She refused to. The one person who had cared for her more than anyone in the world had died.
And it was all her fault.
As much as she wanted to place the blame on someone—Stefan or Damon, or even Elena—she couldn't. Because ultimately, it was her selflessness and her willingness to go above and beyond for her friends that lead to the death of Grams.
She hated to admit it, but Bonnie felt stupid for sticking with the Mystic Falls gang after everything that had happened. Since the day she learned about her witch lineage and the existence of vampires, her life had spiraled into chaos.
Whether she was faking her own death or getting punished by the spirits, it all felt like a cruel joke. Each twist and turn had taken her deeper into a world she never wanted to be part of. And yet, here she was, still trying to hold everything together.
Bonnie never wanted to be the town witch, the one everyone relied on to save Mystic Falls from the latest catastrophe. She never asked for the role of protector, always at someone else's beck and call. What she longed for was peace, a quiet life where she could practice her magic on her own terms, in her own time.
Her Grams had always told her magic was sacred, meant to be used for good, not for others' whims. But more often than not, it felt like she was stuck in an endless cycle of sacrifice, giving pieces of herself away just to keep everyone else safe.
And Bonnie was tired. So very tired.
Yet, she was far too gone. Too deep in a world she couldn't escape, too invested in saving the people she loved to ever truly walk away. Every spell, every sacrifice, had etched itself into her soul, wearing her down but never quite breaking her. She had no choice but to keep going.
Bonnie stood in the center of the Salvatore living room, drops of blood threatening to spill from her nose, but she quickly wiped them with the sleeve of her jacket. Her face scrunched, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate. Elena and Stefan sat on the couch, watching her intently, while Damon stood off to the side—unimpressed.
The Bennett witch refused to show him she wasn't strong enough to finish the spell. For the past three months, she had been working tirelessly on her witchcraft, and yet she still couldn't manage to complete a stupid binding spell.
After a few moments of nothingness, Damon's harsh tone broke threw the tense silence. "Let me guess... you still aren't strong enough?"
"I told you, the spell is complicated. I need more time," Bonnie replied, rolling her eyes. It seemed as if everyday, the older Salvatore brother grew more annoying.
