15 of December, 2009

I was sitting at the grill looking down at a glass full of untouched whiskey, ignoring the world around me.

I had just buried my Grandmother, my father didn't even text me after I left a voicemail telling him about Grams dying and my dear MIA mother couldn't even bother to show up to her mother's burial.

Caroline was stalking me, so see if I was 'OK' and Stelena showed up to the funeral with sympathetic eyes that annoyed the fuck out of me.

"Sabrina how did you managed to get alcohol?" Damon Salvatore inquired, as he sat in front of me, obviously drunk.

"Witch." I said, pointing to myself. "So pity partying because the Datherine ship never sailed?"

"Pity partying because I've had a bad century, what's your excuse?" Damon inquired, rolling his eyes at my jab.

"Let's see, my Grams just died because of your brother and his stupid girlfriend." I started, counting with my fingers. "My dad is God knows where and I had to plan a funeral on my own, my mother doesn't give a fuck her mother's dead and I'm escaping the pitying looks the people in this town continue to send me."

"Boo hoo, poor little Bennett." The vampire said, smirking at me. "I've spent the past century in utter misery because I thought Katherine was stuck in that tomb, and apparently she's been out living her life."

"You're the idiot that fell in love with a 500 year old manipulative vampire with trust issues." I stated, mocking him a bit.

"How do you know how old she is?" He asked, surprised.

"Hello, witch here." I said, pointing at myself again. "Not only can I talk to dear Em whenever, I'm also quite a awesome and powerful seer."

"Tell me something that nobody knows about me." He challenged, obvious not convinced.

"Depends on what you want to hear." I said, amused by his skepticism. "I can tell you something that it's true but won't matter at all, or I can tell you something important. You chose."

"Obviously, something important." He replied, daring me.

"Fine, but you've got to go grab me a bottle of vodka from the bar because whiskey isn't really my thing." I said, pushing my glass of whiskey towards him. He rolled his eyes, and called a waitress who he compelled for the bottle of vodka.

"Now, start talking." He said, as the blonde waitress put the bottle on top of the table.

"Let's see, you slept with Lexi and then locker her on a rooftop as the sun came up." I stated, throwing down a shot of vodka down my throat.

"Easy peasy, maybe she told Stefan who told you." The vampire commented, not convinced. "Try again, something important this time."

"You killed Zach's pregnant wifey in the 90's." I said, downing another shot.

"Stefan knew that, maybe he told you." Damon growled out, but the frown filled of guilt on his face almost made me regret saying that one.

"Augustine." I simply said, raising a eyebrow at him. Stefan didn't know that, nobody knew that.

"How did you..." He said, looking shocked. "How could you possible know that?"

"Like I know about your Whitmore hunting game." I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'm a witch, who knows shit."

Damon was about to say something else when my phone rang, I looked at the called ID that said Dad before let out a sigh and picking it up.

"Well, look who it is." I said sarcastically. "Grams died three days ago, you're kind of late."

"My sorry Bonnie, I was busy." Rudy replied, not very convincingly.

"Right, I was busy too-planning a funeral, choosing a casket, buying some flowers, burying my grandmother alone." I growled out, pissed off. Seriously, what kind of excuse is 'I was busy'?

"I'm sorry." He said tiredly. "I sent you the plane ticket by email, let's just spend Christmas together."

"No, just no." I hissed. "Say I go, then what? It's going to be like all of my birthdays, I'm left to celebrate alone in a hotel room? Screw you."

I ended the call abruptly, and looked to Damon who was still sitting in front of me.

"What?" I asked, defensively.

"Nothing, nothing." I replied, shaking his head but I could see his eyes trying to solve the puzzle in front of him- me.

"Good, because I have places to be." I shrugged, getting up from the table and leaving the grill behind me. I was sad, but not that desperate to be shrinked by a vampire with some serious daddy and mommy issues.

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I opened the front door to find Caroline looking at me with worry. "What's this I hear about getting drunk with a vampire at the grill?" She asked, walking in like she owned the place.

"I didn't get drunk with a vampire." I said, rolling my eyes at Caroline's judgy tone. "I used him for free drinks, it's different."

"The same vampire you told me was a wild card." She replied, crossing her arms. "Bon, I'm here for you. If you want to get drunk call me."

"Care it's not like I called Damon, of all people, to have a drink." I said, sighing. "He just showed up, and you know I can take care of myself."

"Of course I do, but I also know you're hurting right now and I know what you do when you're hurt." The blonde replied, pursuing her lips. "You either lash out or you run off, so what is it going to be this time?"

"I don't know, but a vacation away doesn't sound that bad." I replied dryly. Maybe a quick visit to Gloria, It really sounded good.

"I was there when you mom left, when your dad was away and when you're grandmother was hitting the end of the bottle so hard she didn't remember you had to eat." My best friend said, giving me a soft hug. "You were there went my mom was working, and when my dad was too busy questioning his own sexuality, although my mom is still using the 'you're dad is helping his friend Steve change his furniture' as an excuse for him not being here this christmas even though everybody knows he's gay, ugh I'm rambling. The point is I have your back and you have mine, so if you want to take a few days off that's fine, I'll cover for you as long as you call me everyday."

I let out a chuckle and smiled thankful. "My dad want's me to spend christmas with him, and I so don't want to spend my christmas alone in an hotel while he's at his conferences. He might come back just to make me go, so going away for a few days might be exactly what I need right now."

"But you'll be back for christmas day right?" She asked, with her serious face on. "I mean we've always spend christmas together."

"I'll be back, his conference is on the 24 so even if my dad comes to drag me away he'll be long gone by christmas day." I explained. Because the world would end if Rudy Hopkins wasn't in that conference, apparently. Yup, in this life my parental figures we're kind of lacking, in a lot of things.

"Ok, just call me if you need me ok." The blonde said, giving me a small smile before leaving.

I let out a sigh as the door closed, what am I going to do now?

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I opened the old front door with a low kick, as I carried two bags full of things I would need for this getaway. One with food and clothes, the other one with grimoires and candles.

The old house was full of dust and dirt, with old broken furniture and no good objects scrambled about in every room. I went directly to the room I knew was the cleanest, the one where I contacted Emily, and dropped my bags in the corner.

Before I could even lit up the candles with my mind, the only dead witch I had talked to appeared next to me. "I'm sorry for your lost granddaughter."

I wasn't expecting it, so of course I jumped in surprised as I let out a small shriek. "Jesus Emily, how the hell are you already here?"

The other woman just smiled, as she nodded towards the big necklace on my neck. "My talisman and my place of death, not to mention the fact you're blood makes it quite easy for me to force my presence into the world of the living." The older witch explained.

"You say easy, yet I'm betting ghosts forcing their presence into the world of the living isn't your normal occurrence." I said, knowing for a fact that it wasn't normal.

"Well, I'm a Bennett and on this side Bennett's with connections have a few benefits." Emily explained, although If I didn't know the future I would have been totally lost.

"Have you been making friends with old dead Bennett witches that have been scorned lately?" I asked, not sure if I should just say Qetsiyah's name out loud.

"Perhaps, but it's better not to say the name of the devil or the devil shall appear." Emily warned, and I nodded. Yup, not in the mood to deal with Tessa, of all my ancestors, right now.

"So, what is it that you are doing here granddaughter? Should you not be in mourning with your family?" The nineteenth century witch inquired.

"You said you had a lot to teach me, so here I am for witch boot camp." I replied, evading the question. Also not in the mood to deal with my family issues right now.

"If you plan on staying here to learn from me for a few days then I recommend you first make this place more of a home." Emily replied, looking around the dusty room.

"This place is huge, just cleaning it would take days." I replied rolling my eyes, this is a vacation not a cleaning spree.

"Then I suppose I could teach you the necessary spells to do so quickly." The old witch replied amused, and I knew right then and there that this witchy boot camp would be too much like karate kid for my liking. I would need to be a miracle worker if I needed this house to look less like the an old abandoned haunted house.

Bonnie, the witchy maid cleaning up dust with my awesome magical powers.

Yup, sounds terrible.

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