《Black Cat » The Vampire Diaries》Ritualistic Frost
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11 of March of 2010
I could say without a doubt that magic was the most important thing in this new life of mine. The second being Caroline. Magic was the obsession that had followed me from my past life and sometimes I wonder if it was that obsession that had caused me to be reborn as a witch.
Magic was energy, that was the first thing any witch learned. The difference between witches and muggles, for lack of better term, was the fact that witches could tap into the energy around them to change reality.
Originally the witches used the energy of nature as their main power source, traditional magic. This eventually led to their so-called duty as servants of nature, but it's not like witches were created specifically for such a duty. At least there's no proof of that.
Later, with the creation of the other side and the agglomeration of the souls of witches and warlocks, a new power source was discovered- spirit magic, that was controlled by the spirits. But certain covens wanted more power, so they found a way to consecrate the power of the dead into a specific land by burying their bodies in blessed soils, and ancestral magic was born.
Dark Magic used the energy created by negative emotions, be it of the users or of others. According to Gloria, it was first discovered during some war. It was powered by hate and despair in the human soul, while it didn't exactly evolve sacrifices like the expression and sacrificial magic it took its fee on the mind. The upside is that it doesn't strain the body half as much as traditional magic. If one could master their mind well enough, the strain would be minimal. Emily once told me that some Shaolin Monks could use dark magic easily. To the well-organized mind and whatnot.
Expression, well... Nobody knew much, not even Gloria. Some claim it's a neutral power that reins nature, others believe that it's pure evil. The common consensus was that to gain power from expression sacrifices were made, like sacrificial magic. However, in sacrificial magic, only supernatural beings were useful because it stole their power. Humans with no power were useless. So, it would be a good guess to say that Expression doesn't use the power of the body but the power of the soul.
Personally speaking, as someone who had died before, it seems to me that Expression uses the energy of Death and as such it was the opposite to nature, the energy of Life. Until I knew more about it, I wasn't touching it for sure. Cannon Bon went a little crazy, so better safe than sorry.
"Everything is energy and that's all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality."
Albert Einstein said that while talking about physics. Curiously enough, it was the sentence that for me best described magic. A witch had the ability to reach into the energy and change the frequency of the reality to her whims. Spells, curses, hexes, and rituals were only the conduit.
I didn't need a wand but I still needed conduits that eased the strain of the magic on the body. Heretics had it easy, with their vampire bodies healing the damage they didn't feel the strain but for a little old mortal like me, it was an issue. Technically speaking, heretics didn't actually even need spells they were probably just too used to them, like crutches you just can't get rid of.
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Most spells are easy to do, but mastering them is hard. The moment you master a spell is when you can do it without chanting, but most witches still had a twitch. Some twitched their noses like Samantha from Bewitched, others used certain movements using their hands. It wasn't anything specific, just something that they could commit to memory for when they thought about a distinct effect they wanted to create.
For example, I like to snap my fingers when breaking neck because I associated the noise with snapping necks. For popping blood vessels, glaring was the way to go. For other pain spells, crunching my hand in a fist worked well enough. Now the question that was plaguing my mind was how the fuck do I create ice spears without a spell?
Creating ice was all good and dandy, but I wanted to use it as an attack or at least as a defense. Just making ice on the floor wasn't that useful. I could create a spell for it, but I wanted it to be badass. Like Katara from the Avatar badass, or Haku from Naruto. Well, If I could create big ass pieces of ice I could just go Esdeath from Akame ga Kill on my enemies' asses, but I could barely create a piece of ice the size of my head.
Unfortunately for me, I'm totally mortal. As such, I needed a conduit. I needed a spell, or a curse or some goddam ritual. The spells were easy enough to create and If I ask Emily to help me, I'll be ready in no time. Creating an ice curse, now that would be a marvel. But rituals- rituals are difficult but they're the most powerful and longlasting. Hell, Esther's curse was obviously powered by a ritual, as such only a Ritual with doppelganger blood could break it. Fuck, even Voldemort came back to life using a ritual. Rituals were awesome.
That's why the most amazing idea ever popped into my mind- I need an ice ritual to help me with my elemental control. The idea in my mind was easy enough to do, I just needed to change my frequency to match the frequency of the ice. I needed to be fully inside the element, it would lessen the ingredients and it would make it more powerful. I had the rest of the things I needed, I already knew the right runes too. Dragon Lady Gloria had taught me the rune set she used, Medieval Runes. Well, with a few voodoo symbols in the mix but who cares.
I could do it today, and I would. It's sunny today so there's a clear sky tonight, it's a beautiful day for a ritual.
I just hope Caroline's free tonight, because I'm going to need some of her good luck for this.
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I was lighting the last candles when Caroline strolled into my grandmother's bathroom, looking half skeptical half frowning. "You're turning yourself into a popsicle?"
"I'm doing a ritual that will bond me to the water and air elements. It could change everything, I don't think something like this has ever been done." I replied while making sure the blonde wasn't stepping on the runes made with salt on the ground.
"Exactly, what if this goes to shit?" The blonde asked with a grim look on her face.
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"Care, this ritual popped into my head like it was meant to be. I should have started with the spells, but this was calling to me." I said with a small smile. After reincarnation, fate wasn't that hard to believe.
"Ok, but only because I know that you'll do it either way." Caroline replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "So, when do you want to do this?"
"Now would be a good time." I replied as I dropped a sack of ice cubes into the bathtub.
"Tell me what you need me to do." She urged in her bossy tone.
"While I do the ritual you'll need to be outside the circle. After I stop chanting I'm going to enter the bathtub. The moment my head is underwater you'll enter the circle and hold me down. The moment all the fire in the room dies it's when it's finished and you can pull me off the water. If something goes wrong, if you get me out of the ice before the candles die out then this will all go to shit for sure." I explained as she looked at the candles in the room.
"If it's an ice ritual thing-y why do you need all this fire?" She asked, before shaking her head. "Forget that, what if you drown?"
"Then, I drown." I replied rolling my eyes. "Don't be such a pessimist, that's my thing, not yours."
"Have some of my blood, then I'll help." Care declared, looking at me with a serious expression. "Better safe than sorrow."
"Fine." I agreed. "I'm definitely not suicidal and I could deal with being a vampire."
Caroline sighed in relief, as she bit into her own wrist and put into my mouth for a few seconds. Enough for me to chunk down enough vampire juice. When that was done, Caroline stepped outside the circle and I started chanting.
"Adiuro incensum in testimonium terrae." I said as the flames grew taller and the vases with earth on the north and south side of the circle shook. The salt circle went up in flames.
"Mentis et corporis aeri et aquae." I continued, dropping the temperature of the room, and ice started to cover the floor near the bathtub. "nunc et usque in aeternum."
The moment I finished the chant the fire on the salt circle died out and I walked towards the center, entering the freezing water with a great lack of grace. I looked at Caroline and gave her a small nod and a smile.
Then I sank into the freezing water.
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"Whatever happened after that, I'm not entirely sure. I remember the cold, the frostbite in my toes and a never-ending chill in my bones." - Diary of Bonnie Bennett, page 42
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"Bonnie, can you hear me?" I heard as I opened my eyes to see Caroline pulling me out of the bathtub, as she broke the layers of ice that covered my skin. It took me a second to understand it, the ritual was a success.
I could feel it, the ritual had worked. I linked two elements into my body, as such I didn't need to use anything to call upon them. No need for crutches, just me controlling ice with the energy of the elements themselves.
"It worked Caroline." I whispered as Care put me down in the living room and lit up the fireplace to warm me.
"Oh, I know. I'm just glad you're okay." The blonde replied as she put a blanket on me. "Your eyes are a lighter shade of green than before. Not to mention that when I got you out, your eyes were glowing with an icy blue color."
"Supernaturally glowing or just the reflection of the light?" I asked, somewhat frowning. Glowing eyes, humm ... It could be worst.
"Like super good special effects, except that the supernatural is actually a thing in our lives. So, like the eyes from the Cullen's on Twilight but more realistic and in icy blue." She explained and I nodded along.
"That's cool. I'll see the results of the ritual tomorrow. I'm too dead right now." I shrugged. "Hey, do you want to order pizza? I haven't had dinner yet."
"Sure, but no to pineapple in the pizza Bon-Bon. That's freaking unnatural." Caroline sassed trying to change the mood in the room, as she grabbed her phone to order the food.
"Unnatural." I snorted, holding back a laugh. "Says the vampire."
"Oh shut up." She said, rolling her eyes at me. "So... how are things?"
"The house should be done by next month." I informed casually "I've spelled the barrier for Reid the hot wolf. The moonstone is well protected and we have like a month before this town goes to shit with Doppelganger rituals and Originals. You?"
"I broke up with Matt this morning." She replied in the same tone, as she took a seat on the carpet in front of the fire.
I frowned at her, before simply saying. "You cool?"
"I'm cool, it's not like I didn't already know he's still in love with Elena." She said with a shrug and a frown, and I figured she didn't want to talk about it for now.
"He was the Angel to your Buffy hon." I said, giving her a smirk. "We all know Spike is the one you need to be ready for."
"You think I should just wait around for some blond vampire nemesis with a British accent to fall from the sky?" Caroline asked, with a small laugh.
"Stranger things have happened." I slightly smirked, already imagining the glare Caroline would send me the day she meets Klaus. She would definitely throw me the stink eyes when she sees me smirking at them from a few feet away. I should definitely find a way to record that.
"What are you smirking at?" She asked, changing her phone to the other hear.
"Spoilers." I sing out softly, with a grin.
River Song had it right, knowing the spoilers was so much fun.
Kol: 376
Elijah: 278
Damon: 53
Rebekah: 43
So Kol wins! Thank you all for your votes. While Elijah and Damon didn't win I'm still opened to possibilities, It all depends on how she grows as a character. Rebekah well, I'm sure they'll get along better than on cannon for sure. I'll update when I can and please tell me your thoughts and opinions, I'm always open to constructive criticism.
Ritz-Chan
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