Book 1

Chapter Four: Bonnie's POV

As Stefan and Elena left out the house, I turn around in my chair to look at Damon. He has a short smile on his face, kind of like a smirk. He seems really happy about something. I'm not gonna ask though.

"You wanna go sit down at the table?", he proposes. "I'm done making the bacon!"

I stare at him, a little weirded out about how happy it is. I mean yeah, we did spend four months together. But, I thought we would come back and get back to hating each other. I mean, not that I want that! I just thought that was how it would play out. But his smile, his beautiful big smile says otherwise. Maybe me and Damon are becoming... friends. And not just because we're all alone in a Prison World with no Elena to obsess over, but it's because we actually, and genuinely, want to be there for each other.

As I give him a smirk because of how surprised I am, he begins to plead! "Oh c'mon, we're still friends right?"

"You think one morning of making me breakfast in present day makes us friends?", I joke.

"Ouch! C'mon, let's eat", he jokes back. "So what do you wanna do in the meantime?"

"Well", I replied. "I'm thinking about going to this palm reader. I don't know, I've just been getting the sudden urge. Like he has something to tell me. I use to go all the time with my Grams whenever I felt something coming on, of course, I was in fifth grade so the worst was a pop quiz!"

"How come you never felt this when Klaus came, or Silas?", he asked.

"Well, we already knew Klaus and Silas existed before they came to Mystic Falls, or before we lured them into Mystic Falls! But I don't know, I just have a weird feeling. The kind of feeling I use to get whenever Grams was in my pain."

"Well do you wanna go right now", he asks as he looks down and plays with his pancakes with a fork.

"You're up for taking me? I mean-", I stuttered, "Don't you have more important things to do?"

"Well, no." He says. "I mean, if you have a urge that someone's trying to get all killy and murder us all, then I'd say that's pretty important!"

"Well okay! Then I guess you're taking me!"

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As I get out of the car and walk towards the building, I feel like I'm getting more and more closer to this big revelation. Like, every step I take, I feel more free, more liberated. I can't explain it, something only a witch feels, I guess. But wow, the building looks exactly the same as when my Grams use to take me. The wooden door going in is as old as Earth itself. And the smell, oh that same reach smell that reeks of old people, specifically old witches. Glad I know all of this now, or I would've been as confused and creeped out as I was when I was a little girl.

As Damon and I walk down a long, narrow, pitch black hallway, I finally come to a door. All you have to do to enter, is be a witch. I'd touch the knob and wal-la! The door opens. However, if someone such as Damon touched it, and by someone I mean a vampire or a werewolf someone, then he would feel a tremendous amount of pain, which would leave him unconscious for a couple seconds.

"You okay with waiting out here?" I asked Damon. Even though he doesn't have much of a choice.

"Well when you open the door, can't I just walk in with out?"

"Well, just be looking at you, he'll know your a blood sucker," I warned him, "and he'll do far worse than what the door knob would've done!"

"Okie-dokie! I'll just... read or book or something."

Almost five seconds go by of awkward silence.

"Sure!", I tease.

I go in to touch the doorknob, and in that moment, the door quickly unlocks. I walk end and turn to around to close the door, while waving goodbye to Damon.

As I turn back around, I see him. He's an old, very old, African-American male with gray hair and a cane. He can't be anymore than five feet. He may look old, but he sure doesn't act like it.

"Is that a Bennett walking through?", he semi shouts. "Well my damn! I could've sworn I would've never seen one of you again. And it's the baby, Bonnie! I remember when you were down here girl", pointing to his knee cap.

"Yeah!", I giggled. "I remember you too! Although, you looked a little younger."

"Well yeah, my age is catching up with me. I've been using certain herbs to slow the process but, I'm dying!" As he tells me this, I feel a little bad! "What brings you in today little witch?"

"Well, I don't know." I start off. "I've been feeling this urge to come to you about someone coming to, I don't know, hurt me."

"You get a lot of that in Mystic Falls huh?" He jokes. "Okay, so instead of using your palms, I'm gonna place my hand over your forehead. Okay? Do you trust me? "

"Of course!"

As soon as he places his hand on my head, I go somewhere. What seems, like a vision. I'm young, short, light. I have a paper in front of me, and a #2 pencil. I'm in school! I'm in... elementary school.