DEAR LITTLE WITCH - KLONNIE AU

Unus

"Mommy! Stop, please, you're scaring me." Hazel pleads, breathing heavily. "I know, you're in there."

After years of playing plenty of games with magic and her mother, this one was the least amount of fun. As Hazel stuttered Latin words, magic had formed a barrier between her and her mother.

No matter what happened, her mother fought back. Bennett witches didn't back down. Hazel wasn't going to hide with the other students. She had a purpose to fight and see everything through. She's small and only seven but that didn't deter her motives.

"You will hear me." Hazel shouted, strengthening her barrier. "We have to go home! There's plenty more for us to do. I won't quit not today. Fight it!"

"Keep pushing, baby. Just keep up what you're doing. I can't lose you either. I'm so proud of you!" Bonnie replies, wanting to smile and hug her daughter. "No matter what happens."

Internally Bonnie's screaming and repeating these words on a loop.

Realistically her sweet and special little girl can't hear this. What Hazel can see is veins of dark magic covering her mother's brown skin. Their eyes for the first time in the seven years of Hazel's life don't match. Her mother's voice wasn't of her own.

"You didn't have to do this other Stefan!" Hazel replied, with a frown, flexing her fingers. "Motus!"

Caroline's screeching from down the hall in the science lab made the little witch jump. Instead of being scared, she raised her arms higher outstretching her hands in the air.

"You shouldn't mess with me!" Hazel shouted, confidently. She wasn't scared, she's a Bennett witch, she's the thing that other people fear. Magic existed in every part of her body, dying to be released. "I'm stronger than what I look! Watch me!"

Hazel's thick curly hair had been freed from their double-ponytails style hours ago. The Salvatore Boarding School was supposed to be evacuated of students but Hazel refused to follow directions. If the adults could help fight, then she could too.

Wind blew through the hallways. Doors opened and closed. The light flickered above the witch. The child witch pulled her firsts inward smiling at the whip noises made in the wind. Knives inserted into various parts of Silas' body.

"Hazel, I'm much better than Stefan." Silas deadpanned, wincing pulling the first knife out his neck. "It's rather unfortunate that we share a face." He groaned, pulling another knife out his arm. "That'll be our first lesson once you join me. I'll raise you to be better than every supernatural-being in the world."

"Hazel, sweetie, listen to me!" Caroline begged, as she trailed behind her clutching at still bleeding abdomen. "This is the last thing your Mother wanted for you, okay? You don't have to do this."

Hazel turned back to look at her vampire-aunt's hand. It could be simple, she could walk away and fall into Caroline's arms and safety. Let someone else battle Silas but she already lost her father. She wasn't losing her mother or her little sister either. If her mother left then who would love her and her sister? There's no one else.

"You could have anything you want." Silas gloated, holding out his hand as he eased closer to the child. "I could even give your father or sister, doesn't that sound nice? Think of me as the better version of your Uncle Stefan. Much more handsome though if I do say so myself."

"I don't want my dad! Just give me my mom and sister back."

Hazel turned behind her and an army of wolves were behind her on the right and generations of witches on the left.

"Hazel, my love, do not trust him." Bonnie mentally pleaded, her body was forcing her to break the barrier Hazel held up. "He's a lying, and manipulative-"