Devoted | KLAUS MIKAELSON

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"So you're a witch? Like me?" Bonnie asks.

I shrugged. "Well - yes and no. The correct term is Celestine."

"And you decided not to tell us, and me because--?" She crosses her arms.

"Because of this. The questions everyone would bombard me with eventually. That's why I told you, because you're a witch, and you could possibly understand me-" I flap my hands around in front of me.

"Angelina." Bonnie stops me.

"What?" My frustrated smile disappeared.

She suddenly pulls me into another hug. "I know it's hard. I can feel the stress coming off you. I struggled a lot with controlling my magic at first, but it takes time, you know. I'm sure you'll figure out what the extent of your magic is."

I let out a sigh. "Thank you, Bonnie. Truly." I hugged her back even tighter.

"But still, don't stop. Tell me everything." She pulls away and I smile at her.

I stood up. "Wait. You can't tell anyone."

"What? Why not?" Bonnie crosses her arms.

I quickly kneel down again. "Because if they know, I will never hear the end of it!" I whispered loudly.

She chuckles. "Okay then, I swear."

"What did you just say?" Bonnie and I jump at the sudden voice.

I look behind me, to see Elena and Damon. Shit. They look really angry.

"Huh?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You're a witch?" Elena says in disbelief.

"I'm a Celestine. Not a witch. How much did you guys hear?" I smiled. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing in my ears.

"Tell us everything. Now." Damon demands.

Elena puts a hand on Damon's shoulder. "Calm down, let her explain."

I grimaced. What the hell?

I walk past them. "I'm not dealing with you guys if you're gonna act all lovey-dovey. Elena. You have a boyfriend." I pause. "Come on Bonnie."

They didn't try to stop me. I'm glad they didn't. But I just don't feel like explaining to them specifically that I'm not really normal.

Bonnie followed behind me.

***

30 minutes later, Bonnie and I were back at my house. I was going to show her my grimoire that her grams gave me.

We both reach my room. I sit down on my bed in a huff. Bonnie sits next to me.

"They're just in shock, Ang."

"Yeah, I get it," I sighed, opening the drawer where I kept my grimoire. "But it's exhausting having to justify myself all the time." Bonnie nodded sympathetically.

"I know it feels overwhelming now, but you have to remember that you're not alone in this. I'll help you."

I offered her a grateful smile as I handed her the grimoire. "Thanks, Bonnie. It means a lot to have you by my side." I pause, "Well, here she is in all her bloody glory."

"Is that..." Bonnie starts off.

"A grimoire? You'd be correct. Your grams gave it to me. She was the first person that knew about my kind." I cross my eyebrows when I mention her grams.

"I could've known." She mutters.

I suddenly forget about everything that happened tonight, and I take a seat on my bed. "What do you mean?"