"Tonight, night of the comet! Would you like a program?" I called out to a group that passed us by, only to be ignored.

"Would you like a program?" I tried again, with the same results. "God, I sound like a Jehovah's witness." I snorted, before turning towards Elena. "So Peaches didn't call?"

"Or text." The doppelganger sighed. "But I realized we never even exchanged that stuff. We've never gotten to the texting part."

"Elena , you guys met like three days ago of course you don't know all of the skeletons in his closet." I rolled my eyes at her. "You haven't exchanged numbers yet, so what? Do it when you see him again. Stop whining, start doing."

"The timing is wrong, anyway." She continued. "At least I put myself out there."

"For Christ sake, either you go all out or you don't." I replied, wanting to bang my head against a door. This conversation was killing me.

"It's just ..." She started, but before she could continue I intervened.

"Stop with all the reason why you can't, and start thinking about the reasons why you should." I told her, my frustration with the conversation evident in my tone. "Let's go meet Care."

Before she could reply, I turned around in search of my Buffy.

---

"Hey, I got some candles." Caroline called when we reached her in the town square. I took one, as did Elena. Of course then Mattie Blue Blue did the intense puppy eye stare at the doppelganger while he lit her candle. One minute later Peaches also did his very dramatic entry, God what is up with these love triangles.

Tired of the Elena love drama for the day I pulled Care with me, a little bit to the side of the town square. "Let's light them up." I told her, she nodded eagerly.

Care started to look for her lighter but before she could find it, I smirked and winked at her and the candles lit themselves up as if magic.

"Bonnie." Caroline gasped, while looking around for witnesses. "This town is the hellmouth but it can be the next Salem if you're not careful." The blonde scolded, punching me lightly in the arm.

"Relax, that was actually a parlor trick I learned in Vegas." I replied, laughing hard. It really was just a magic trick, that I had learned in my past life.

"You've never been to Vegas bitch." The Queen Bee rolled her eyes at me.

"Not that you know of." I replied mysteriously. All of a sudden I had a feeling in my gut. You can call them witchy spidey senses, because that works for me. They basically were creepy ass feelings that I got now and then. Gloria explained them as the will of another connecting with our being. It could be any kind of will, like the will of a spirit in the other side or the will of nature.

I was curious enough,so I let my feet guide me.

---

I ended up at the Grill right on time to witness an interesting encounter. Damon Salvatore was sitting at the bar with his dark, tall and handsome vibe when Vicky noticed him. I was close enough to hear them without magical help.

"I know you." Vicky said, looking completely puzzled.

"Well, that's unfortunate." The Salvatore replied.

"Um...I don't...I don't know how, but...your face." She continued, sounding more high than a kite. "Excuse me. Sorry." She then left towards the bathroom.

This left me perplexed, was I somehow meant to stop Vicky from getting munched on by Damon ? Did my existence as Bonnie Bennett have a higher meaning? Before I could even contemplate these questions, I decided to just wig it.

"Well, hello there cowboy." I greeted the oldest Salvatore before he could go and attack Vicky in the bathroom.

"Well Hello." Damon greeted back, smirking that devilishly smirk at me. Sorry honey, you have to try a little bit harder to seduce me. I have watched enough Vampire Diaries re-runs to not be affected by that pretty face.

"I just thought I should introduce myself." I said, giving him a grin right back as I put my hand up to shake his.

He looked somewhat perplexed, but just shrugged and shook my hand. After all what could a cute little teenager do to a big bag vampire?

"Damon Salvatore, and you are ?" He said, amusement rolling out of him in waves.

Well the answer is a damn lot of things, especially if this cute little teenager packed a magical punch.

The moment our hands touched I used one of Gloria's personal spells to greet him accordingly, from one supernatural to another. Enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. The vampire groaned out loud, before closing his eyes in pain. The spell was meant to be used in broad daylight without anyone noticing. It made the person that you had skin contact with feel their most painful corporal injuries, as if they were happening right this minute, on replay.

"Bonnie Bennett, pleasure Mister Salvatore." I replied, enjoying this a little bit. Call me sadistic, but having Damon Salvatore on a silver platter is kind of a kink of mine.

" What can I do for you miss Bennett?" He inquired, still feeling the effects of the spell. I was expecting him to attack, but I could also deal with this.

"Just a small greeting, welcoming you back into the neighborhood of course." I replied, in my most pleasant tone. "I apologize for the lack of cookies, I didn't have time to bake."

"Glad to feel welcomed home." He sarcastically replied, his smiling expression obviously forced.

"I'm sure we can agree to a friendly relation, you don't get in my business and I don't get in your business." I said.

"And what exactly is your business?" The vamp inquired, well played.

"My family is my business, my friends are my business." I replied. Seriously, I knew that Damon in cannon didn't exactly mess with Bonnie's family even if he could be considered responsible for Gram's death, but better safe than sorry. And he did kill Abbie, not that I cared much about her.

"Who is family and who are friends?" He asked again. Basically who can I kill without pissing you off.

"Sheila Bennett is family. Caroline Forbes is a friend." I replied, not bothering giving anymore names. Mostly because if this didn't work I would be giving him more people to target to get to me.On the other hand, Damon wouldn't target Elena, because she looked like Katherine.Mattie was bound to forever be alive and human. Tyler didn't suit Damon's eating habits, and he wouldn't touch Jeremy, maybe.

"Only that?" He asked, arching his brow at me.

"Yup, and my perky blonde friend knows about everything so kept you fangs to yourself. We good?" I replied, ignoring his intense stare.

"Indeed, however this demands equivalent exchange." He replied. "I want a favor for future usage wicked witch."

I pretended to think hard on the issue for one second before nodding in agreement, I already knew what he wanted of me. He wanted me to open the tomb, I wouldn't mind that much. It needed to eventually happen.

"Agreed." And with that, I let go of his hand and found myself a seat at the bar. Damon had to go and torment his little bro by mind fucking Vicky. I much preferred having dinner than having to listen to Salvatore Drama all night.

--

Caroline ended up finding me, and joining me for a late night snack at the Grill. Vicky, who had indeed disappeared had been found already by Saint Stefan and was now hogging the attention of everyone at the grill.

"Ugh, it's just so much drama. Ever notice how the druggies are the biggest attention whores?"Caroline sighed, looking at Vicky as Mattie took care of his sister.

"Yeah." I sighed, not really giving a damn.

" Excuse me. Hi." Stefan said, approaching our table.

"Yo Peaches." I greeted back.

"Hm, have you guys seen Elena?"The broody vamp inquired and Caroline replied. "I think she went home."

Broody Stefan was about to turn around to go brood at home while writing on his journal, so I decided on being a little bit friendly I suppose.

"Take this shit, and call her- I'm not listening to this bullshit again. " I said as I wrote down Elena's phone.

With that I got on my feet and left the Grill for the night, I had witch stuff to do.

---

Just because I happen to be a witch in this life doesn't mean that walking about in a cemetery at night becomes less creepy. After meeting with the oldest Salvatore I have reached the conclusion that this timeline is most likely a parallel timeline to that of cannon. While I tried my hardest not to change much during my childhood it has become clear that I'm no cannon Bonnie.

Cannon Bonnie wasn't closets with Caroline instead of Elena. Cannon Bonnie got along famously with her Grams. Cannon Bonnie was afraid of Damon during season one. Cannon Bonnie had her powers bound. Cannon Bonnie was clueless in the beginning. Cannon Bonnie didn't use has many references to pop culture as I did. Seriously I could stay up all night naming the differences between me and her.

So, with all this I have decided to tell cannon and the writers to fuck off. Sure some things I would prefer that they happen like they did in canon, but I am changing the other negative things to suit my needs. Hey, if you knew the future wouldn't you do the same ?

I mean doing dark magic, if expression can be considered magic, that's fine. Dying, well- been there, done that. Being the anchor to the other side, while feeling millions of deaths? Doesn't sound funny, like, at all. Being stuck in a prison world with a psycho ? Hell to the no. Kai Parker will have to suffer for eternity alone, because that's not happening.

So screw the writers, this is my story now and Bonnie Bennett is going to be badass starting now.

I finally reached the tombstone I was searching for- Giuseppe Salvatore.

"Hello there Papa Salvatore." I said, looking at the grave. I forced the little voice in my mind that said that grave robbing was a crime to be quiet, and got down on my knees. I put my hand on the earth and started chanting.

"Inflexio ad terram meam, inflexio ad terram meam" Soon enough the earth beneath my fingers started to move on it's own, making a hole in the earth for me to reach the coffin. Once the coffin was reachable I stopped chanting.

I started at the old wood coffin for a few seconds before sighing. "Papa douche is probably just bones by now, you're not going to puke on the guy's bones after you robbed is freaking grave." I whispered to myself, trying to get some courage.

After that much needed deep breath, I twisted my hand and forced the coffin open with my powers. Sure enough Giuseppe Salvatore was all bones, and weirdly enough he was buried with Emily Bennett's grimoire beneath his hands on his chest. I lifted the book with magic, not wanting to get my hands dirty, and chanted again so that the grave looked undisturbed.

With the grimoire beneath my arm, I made my way home.

I now had one of the most powerful grimoires in my possession, and the first thing I was going to do was cast the spell I had read on Masie Bennett's diary on it.

Bonnie Bennett - 1. Damon Salvatore- 0.

Let the games begin.