Nightmares ; Bonkai

chapter 33

"I can't believe you packed leftovers for yourself" she chuckled, watching him simultaneously eat from the plastic container on his lap while driving.

"Packed us leftovers, yours is in the back; that dinner was delicious of course I was taking some with me."

They had already been on the road for five hours and Kai had driven the entire time while Bonnie was absorbed in the Grimoire's. The majority of their conversations had been about things she learned or information that would be beneficial to them. She had combed through the sections highlighting the forms of magic; traditional, ancestral, sacrificial – the books even discussed the beginning of dark magic and expression but nothing was standing out.

"Your dad was pissed and had a safety net to fall into if you tried to leave before I ruined his plans – I can only imagine what we're going to be up against now."

"So what are you thinking; protection shield, resurrection spell – throwing a bone and seeing if another witch will pick it up and help us out?"

"And piggyback off their magic," she thought out loud and vigorously flipped through the pages until she found one of the titles and slapped it with her hand.

"Spirit magic!" she exclaimed "How did I not think of this before? I have done this myself and it really did work."

Bonnie bopped around for a moment in her seat, her fried brain from reading for so long finally surging back to life with a purpose.

"Done what?"

"A few years ago one of the Original vampires Klaus and I had an altercation that I knew I wasn't going to make it out of and Damon came up with a solution."

She continued through the roll of his eyes.

"Klaus wasn't going to stop until I was dead and I needed to make him believe it. There's a protection spell that can be completed by harnessing the power of a group of dead witches and it prevents you from dying; allowing you to be resurrected if you did meet certain doom."

"And it works?"

"Oh yeah."

He looked over at her when she didn't continue.

"It works, trust me."

"You died?"

"Technically, yeah."

"Huh," he said genuinely surprised. "Just another thing we have in common – the walking dead."

"In the flesh," she joked back and read through the Spirit Magic section. "Usually you need a place where the witches were killed to harness their energy from but, you already got that out of the way. All that's left is the spell itself, and candles – I don't know what it is about candles."

"Helps to draw in their energy, maybe – or they need a light to find their way out of the underworld."

"Yeah I'm gonna guess it's not the latter."

"You never know," he shrugged "so even if I die during the excursion home, I'll come back to life back in present day?"

"Theoretically" she answered and he groaned in response.

"That's a little unsettling. What if I just die and you get shipped off to Mystic Falls? Got to say I'll be pretty pissed when I wake up."

"I've done it before," she said stubbornly.

"I believe you, but you also weren't jumping through time dimensions nor had an irate coven leader on your ass in the process. What if it doesn't work?"