Nightmares ; Bonkai

chapter 35

Bonnie spent the next hour packing up what little things she had grown fond of while she was there and got all of the necessities for the protection and resurrection spells – neither needing anything more than candles and the chants themselves. Having to summon the power from dead witches before being able to enact the spell was a complicated step that she could fortunately skip over thanks to Kai absorbing the magic out of the land where the Salem witches were hanged.

They had agreed on the decision to wait until they were in the woods to begin; both for the added touch of magic that she could channel through nature and not giving his father any time to sense and stop their plan. She dressed in what would hopefully be her last 90s outfit – complete with faded jeans, a white crop top and jean jacket – and looked over her appearance in the mirror, mouth popping open when she reached her neck.

Pulling the jacket to the side she noticed a fresh red mark, already darkening into a bruise just above her collarbone. Her horror-struck eyes caught sight of another mark and turned her head to look below her ear; a small bruise that no one would mistake as a hickey glaring back at her.

"That's a nice look on you," she heard his deep undertone murmuring behind her.

"And what would that be?" she asked whipping around "the outfit, or the blatant hickeys that you intentionally made?"

"Both," he smirked and her eyes turned into slits gritting her teeth.

"What is the matter with you?" she asked accusingly.

"I didn't hear you complaining," he teased and smiled wider at her expression "I was in the moment."

"So you're saying you didn't do this on purpose, knowing we were going home and coming into contact with people – my friends?"

"You need any help with your stuff?" he asked casually and walked around her to the side of the bed. "You would think I would have a ton to bring back, being here for almost two decades and all but I never saw the point in growing a sentimental attachment to anything; then you never have to get upset when you lose it."

Bonnie tuned out his rambling as he ignored her question and rifled through her backpack, knowing she wouldn't find a drop of cover-up and huffed in frustration throwing it back on the bed.

"Something wrong?" he mused.

She looked down at her outfit and went back for the bag, examining the few 90s outfits that she wanted to bring into present day.

"You know, the weather's going to be much different than the calm spring days you're used to," she glanced at his cargo shorts and band t-shirt "you might want to put more clothes on."

"Hm, I'm not used to hearing that," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and broke into laughter at her disgruntled look. "I'm kidding – jeez – break that chip off your shoulder. I'll find us a couple heavy jackets and meet you in the living room in five, okay?"

Bonnie nodded and he was out of the room and down the hall, off to find winter coats in a mansion in the middle of May – should be pretty simple. She walked over to the closet looking through the other shirts she's gotten from stores over her time spent here and chose the sleeveless green heavy sweater material that covered her shoulders and collar completely, hugging close to her neck. She kept searching through the closet and her eyes landed on the accessories overhead, grabbing a scarf and thrusting it in victory over her head. Damon had ridiculed her during their daytrip over why she would need a scarf in 70 degree weather, but Bonnie knew his torment would only get worse if she argued that it was a light scarf that is mainly used for fashion more than warmth.

Checking herself in the mirror as she wrapped the scarf with precision to cover her hickey, grabbed a sweatshirt and zipped it before throwing on the backpack and heading out the door. Kai was sitting on the armrest of the couch, tapping his feet rhythmically when she came into view.