I knew that this witch camp would suck, and you know what? I totally did.

Emily had the brilliant idea of levitating the grains of dust from the room, you know like levitating the dust out of the window. I had to concentrate in levitation thousands, if not billions, of super tiny grains at the same time with my mind. Let's just said it wasn't fun and that it took way too much time.

After that I had to create water out of tin air, again not fun. I did manage to do it, but still I did this all in one day. Another spell like that and I would be bleeding from my nose. Meanwhile, Emily just said that these were easy spells, that she used to do them every day when she was alive. I'm pretty sure she was just rubbing it in my face.

Of course I didn't clean the whole house, this place was huge and even just a few rooms took me days. I cleaned the room I normally used, the old bathroom because the bathtub was awesome and the kitchen because the table and a chair were still intact. The place was pretty good for an old haunted house, If I manage to extort more ancient vampires I might invest in buying this place and making it habitable again.

"Today we're going to learn healing." Emily said, with a weird glint in her eyes.

"Who am I supposed to heal?" I asked, frowning. "Unless you've forgotten I'm the only alive person in here."

"Exactly, you're going to heal yourself." The old witch said, glancing towards an old knife.

I groaned out loud, I'm pretty sure Emily is a sadistic little witch bitch. Well, I had to get my genes from somewhere.

--

I spend the next days stabbing myself in the leg and healing it. Thankfully after the fourth stab wound Emily taught me a spell that numbed the pain, or else I would have gone insane already. Then again, there's nothing sane about stabbing yourself multiple times just for the kicks of learning healing magic.

Healing magic sucked, it demanded concentration and a large knowledge of how the body healed naturally. So while I was whimpering after the first few stabs about the pain, Emily was hammering anatomy knowledge into my brain. Of course she didn't think to teach me that before I stabbed myself. As I said, sadistic bitch for sure.

I ended up learning only the basics, because I obviously needed worse wounds to proceed and I wasn't that much of a masochist.

Of course healing wasn't the only thing I did in those days. Since healing took so much power, I only did it for a few hours. The rest of the time Emily taught me other things, like a few tricks for concentration, so that I wouldn't pass out bleeding like crazy, and how to control the elements better.

"What do you want to learn?" Emily asked me, five days before I left. I had brought some food, but it was almost at it's end, not to mention I wanted a warm shower for once. Sure, I conjured some water to have baths, and I did heat it up, but it wasn't the same. Not to mention my phone's battery was almost ending, and Caroline would have a stroke if I didn't text her telling her I was alive everyday.

"Teleportation." I said with a straight face. Of course I knew it would take months, if not years, to learn it but I wanted to start somewhere.

"You mean projection granddaughter." Emily replied, arching a brow at me.

"I want to start somewhere." I said, shrugging. Dahlia was badass, and seriously teleporting before vampires super speeded at you was way too awesome for me not to try it out and projection was a cool spying tool.

"Let's get to it." Emily simply replied, nodding at me.

"Before that, I want to know more about it." I stated, looking toward my ancestor whose teaching methods were questionable. Seriously though, If I didn't know how to swim she would throw me in a lake, saying good luck.

"The most basic form of Projection is Spirit Projection, that allows the witch to freely walk about in spirit form. Like ghosts, Spirit Projection allows both intangibility and invisibility." Emily explained.

"What about Astral Projection?" I asked, remembering Prue Halliwell's awesome power.

"Astral Projection is an augmented form of Spirit Projection. Unlike the former, spells of this caliber allow the astral form to be visible, although tangibility is optional." The older witch said slowly, as if recalling the information.

"And Teleportation?" I asked, her explanations went along with what I knew about those abilities.

"Teleportation is an advanced variation of projection that allows full displacement of the witch's body and consciousness from one location to another, instantaneously. To a lesser extend of this spell, objects too can be transported from one location to another." Emily explained, this time frowning.

"Neat." I replied, smirking about how awesome it sounded.

"Bonnie, not many witches can do such spells." Emily stated. "Teleportation is so hard to do that the witches that do it have to create their own spell. It's not something you read in a grimoire and do."

I nodded, not knowing that little fact. But still, I remembered cannon Bonnie teleporting a message to Elena once, when she got kidnapped by Rose and Trevor. She passed out after doing it but in that season she was still a newbie. If cannon Bonnie can do it, I can do it better.

"It still sounds like a good skill to have, so I want to learn it even if I can never teleport." I replied, conviction splattered in my face.

"Very well, who do you want to visit first as a spirit?" Emily said. "Be aware that distance is an important factor in this spell, and any variation of it."

"Humm, maybe I'll haunt the Salvatore's or something." I hummed aloud. "Or Elena."

The only reply my ancestor gave me was a loud laugh.

--

The next five days were interesting, to say the least. First I learned to spirit project around the house, it was cool seeing myself from another's perspective. After that I tried to project myself further. The woods were fine, but projecting into town got me tired.

I projected into town a few more times until it got a bit easier, magic was a muscle and repetition made perfect. When I got the distance ok I decided to haunt the Salvatore's a bit. Stalking Stefan while he wrote in his diaries wasn't much fun. However, catching Damon Salvatore pissed drunkwatching soap operas on tv was great blackmail material.

When time was up to leave witchy boot camp I had already tried astral projection once although I could only do it in the same room as my body and I still hadn't figured out how the visible thing worked.

All in all, my days in boot camp with a Emily, the spartan teacher, gave great results. I got a few new skills to be proud of, and I had great blackmail on Damon Salvatore. Life was good.

--

24 of December, 2009

I left the Witch House in the afternoon and went home to catch a shower, eat something heated for once and to get some washed clothes. Living in an old house with no electricity and canalization for days had made me appreciate it all the more.

Dad wasn't home, not that I expected him to be. Rudy's life was work, and sometimes I was glad for it. While everybody saw me as a teenager, I wasn't one and not having parents breathing down my neck was a relief. I knew that in a few years Rudy would go through that 'I'm your Dad' fase, so I was enjoying the freedom while it lasted.

After I got ready I grabbed my bag and my car keys and drove towards Care's house. If I didn't show up for her Christmas dinner she would kill me, slowly. When I remembered that I hadn't bought presents for anybody I had already parked my car at the Forbes's home.

Yup, Care's going to kick my ass.

--