I was barefoot while wearing a comfortable pair of black yoga pants, a white sports bra and my hair on a loose bun sitting in lotus position on the green grass, in my Gram's old backyard, with my eyes closed. I had slept like the dead after the ritual but the moment I woke up I felt a buzz in my mind, like an itch that I needed to scratch. The problem was I wasn't entirely sure what it was.

Caroline had stayed the night, and before leaving an hour ago her advice was for me to meditate or, as she put it, 'do a witchy spiritual quest or something'. That, and do a pro and con list about the results of the ritual.

So here I was, sitting on the grass meditating like a hippie while feeling the early sunshine on my body. I wasn't sure how this was going to go, so I decided to just relax and focus on the sound of my heartbeat and the sound of my lungs filling with air.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breath in, Breathe out.

The next thing I know my breath got caught in my throat, and I let out a silent gasp as I felt the air around me, inside me. One moment I was feeling the grass on my feet, the next all I was became air.

I grinned, looking at my hands. Yup, they looked like my hands alright but I didn't feel like tangible matter or even flesh. I felt like the air on a windy morning or the breeze at the end of the day. I could barely put it into words.

I looked around, noticing I was up from the ground but when I looked down I saw myself sitting meditating. Whatever I was doing, it was like an out of body experience. Obviously some kind of elemental projection, but it still needed to be tested out. This could be the hack I needed to teleportation, without the years of mastering spirit and astral projection. I mentally crossed my fingers and looked around once more.

I felt like air and air was everywhere, so I looked at the other side of the backyard and mentally yielded myself there. Nothing happened for a moment, and I blinked in confusion. That's when I felt myself moving, but not in the normal sense of moving. Like how you imagine the wind to push away a flower, but faster.

The moment I opened my eyes again I was where I had wanted to be, so the conclusion was that it worked when I blinked. I could only move when I blinked, almost like a weeping angel.

I decided to test it a bit more and focused on the town square this time and blinked. The feeling of being pushed away was exactly the same, which meant it didn't change with distance. Maybe If I tried bigger distances the result would be different.

I opened my eyes once more, to see the old clock tower and the Grill. Before I could think of anything else to test out some random woman passed right through me like I was a ghost. It felt strange, to say the least. Not like projection, because if someone passes through you it feels like nothing, but more like when a stranger touches your arm on the subway. Somewhat wrong, like an invasion of privacy.

I just shook my head and moved to the sideway to make sure no one else walked through me. I reminded myself of what I was doing and thought of another test, this time I wouldn't think about the location but a person to see if it worked like projection.

I thought of Caroline and blinked, finding myself in her room the next second. This way of projecting was at the very least faster than the normal kind, and it also required less concentration and didn't need any specific spell.

Caroline had her closet open and was throwing clothes into her bed while talking to herself.

"Ugly." The blonde murmured, throwing a shirt away, before grabbing a floral dress. "Looks like something out of Grandma Bess's closet, ugh."

I watched her amused, before getting another idea I needed to try out. Tangibility, now that would be awesome in this form. I walked towards her bedside table and tried to grab her cellphone, only for my hand to pass right through. I tried it would a few more times before letting out a sigh. Yeah, asking for the air to be tangible was a bit much on my first try but this new projection style, which I was going to name Blinking just for the sake of it, was still a pretty amazing spying tool.

Meanwhile, Caroline had grabbed a white short sundress and a denim shirt dress and was standing in front of the mirror. The white one was cute, but it was still too chilly outside so I wanted to tell her to go for the denim dress.

Now tangibility wasn't possible, and the air wasn't exactly visible. I really should have done some kind of deeper research before the ritual, but oh well, what's done is done. I'm pretty sure my lack of research was just some mental conditioning left from Emily's spartan methods, that or me just being impulsive.

I slapped my forehead to force out some brilliant idea and when that didn't work, I breathed out. All of a sudden, it was like a lamp turned itself on in my mind.

You can't see the air, but you can hear it. Every time your lungs feel with air, or every time there's a small breeze you can hear it. With that in mind, I said loudly. "Caroline!"

The blonde vampire turned around with supernatural speed, a looked around the room. "What the hell?" She murmured. "I swear I just hear Bonnie whisper my name."

I frowned because that wasn't a whisper it was almost a scream and tried again, but this time I focused my voice on her and used my normal tone. "Caroline."

Caroline almost jumped in surprise and looked around the empty room again. "Bonnie, is that you?"

"Yes." I replied, almost smiling. "Can you hear me now?"

"Where are you?" The blonde asked, instead of answering my question, looking around with narrow eyes. "Bitch, you better not be haunting me."

"Some new kind of spirit projection that came with the ritual, I'm just testing it out." I replied, rolling my eyes at her. "But can you hear me?"

"Yeah, but you sound weird." She replied, turning her head slightly to the side as if to hear better. "Say something else."

"The best choice is obviously the denim shirt dress, today is windy and we aren't in the summer yet. The white one is cute tho." I replied, nodding towards the dress even if she can't see me.

"Your voice sounds like it's vibrating, maybe." She replied, with a confused look on her face, before nodding and grabbing the dress I told her to choose. "Now get out, I have to change and don't be late for class."

I snorted at her bossy tone, threw her a quick "Bye" and blinked.

When I opened my eyes again I let out a silent scream. I was underwater and it took me two more silent screams to realize that I wasn't drowning. When that settled in, I looked around. I was deep underwater, everything was almost pitch black except when I looked up.

The light was reflecting in the surface of the water, like the light at the end of the tunnel. I slowly smiled at the beautiful scene, everything was quiet and peaceful. I suppose this was the type of stuff Caroline meant when she told me to go on a spiritual quest.

I laid down on the ground, as If I was making a snow angel in the winter, and stared up enjoying the soundless alure of it all for a few minutes. I finally got curious about where I was and got up from the floor, ready to swim up, when I blinked and found myself with my head above the water. Except this blink didn't feel like the others, this one was like being hit by a wave and thrown back a few feet. I easily recognized the place I was, I was in Steven's Quarry, just outside of Mystic Falls.

I had a new connection to both water and air, it made sense that when I blinked before without a destination in mind it took me took the largest body of water near me. I focused and was almost left without breath when I felt every single drop of water around me.

Curiously enough I wasn't wet, I suppose water isn't wet it just makes things wet. Right now I wasn't something in the water, I was the water.

I grinned to myself, still mesmerized by this ability of mine, and blinked once more. This time thinking about my body sitting in Gram's backyard.

All of a sudden I was in flesh and bones again, the change was so abrupt I fell on my back with a shriek. I opened my eyes softly, to find the blue morning sky and let out a loud laugh. What an experience. Before I could even think about getting up I heard a voice I recognized murmuring somewhere near.

"Damn brats these days, so happy in the mornings." Mrs. Galison whispered from her side of the fence, as she watered the flowers. She was the old neighbor that used to prattle about my Gram's lack of husband, which of course made me love annoying her to hell.

"Good morning Mrs. Galison, isn't it a beautiful day?" I called out, opening my eyes lazily in her direction. The old woman yelped, she was startled and let the watering can fall from her hand into her foot. The woman didn't reply, only groaned and started walking towards her home.

"Creepy girl." I heard her mutter from far away. "How did she hear me?"

I let out another laugh at the situation and got up from the ground, while mentally adding to the list of pros: Blinking (faster, less energy, able to communicate, good for spying) and somewhat better hearing (needs testing). Cons: I already knew how to spirit the astral project, I could have spent months learning something else. Oh, well.

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I took a shower and quickly got dressed before getting myself a coffee before going to school. As the coffee machine filled my cup I was scrolling down on my cell, searching for more information. According to Wikipedia, vocal cords vibrate modulating the flow of air being expelled from the lungs when we talk or sing, now my theory was that was why Caroline said my voice sounded like a vibration. I wasn't actually talking to her, because my actual body was meditating, I was actually unconsciously vibrating and molding the flow of the air to sound like my voice. Now, if that's true the possibilities are endless.

The machine beeped, and I grabbed my coffee and took a sip before turning around.

Nothing prepared me for the shock. There, seated on my Gram's kitchen, in a lengthy and ancient dress, with long and dark curls and a lopsided grin was one of the most powerful witches of all time. The creator of the Immortality spell, the Cure for Immortality and the Other Side. The vengeful and vindictive witch whose tale probably inspired William Congreve to write The Mourning Bride and the famous words "Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd."

The one and only, Qetsiyah.

I let out a squeal in shock and the hot cup of coffee on my hand became, literally, a block of ice. I looked at my hand in confusion and my fingers slipped, the cup fell down on the floor and broke into several chunks.

"Lack of control." My dead ancestor commented as if she was talking about the weather. "You should add that to your list."

"What?" I squeaked, my eyes almost as big as saucers.

"It means you have power, but I suppose in this millennia witches are most likely to end up roasted when they show their abilities than be worshipped as Gods ." The Ghost continued, ignoring my question.

"What?" I repeated, now half shouting in panic.

"I think it's time we had a chat, don't you think so strange descendant of mine?" The witch replied, this time looking directly at me with a pair of all-knowing eyes that froze me on the spot.

Well, shit.

Meanwhile on the other side

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"Who are you?" He growled out, annoyed at this strange woman who reminded him of his dear old mother.

"Do you know where you are Kol Mikaelson?" The woman, obviously a witch, inquired looking at him amused.

"I'm daggered, which means I'm on the other side." He replied, frowning at her. "I've been here for enough time to know that I've been here before, which means I'll forget this when I wake up like I always do. So what do you want?"

"I need to show you something." She replied, this time even more amused after his rant. "Don't worry, you won't be able to forget her."

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