Eerika Mikaelson

Magic Connections

Bonnie leaned against her door, while an annoyed and lost look marred her face. She could feel her magic running hollowly through her bones. She new witch's had limits, but she had to help her friends. She couldn't appear weak in front of them, or else they would worry, and she would feel useless. Bonnie was scared; she knew she was becoming sick, and if she continued this she would die. She raised a shaking hand and ran it through her hair as sweat glistened on her burning skin. None of her friends could help or understand; she knew she was desperate. A violent cough cut through her lungs, causing her to gasp in pain. Her thoughts ran wild of solutions, and none of them worked out.

"Eerika," Bonnie muttered miserably. She remembered how powerful the Mikaelson's magic felt, no real witch could ever forget a feeling like that.  The girl didn't seem evil, but Bonnie certainly didn't trust her, Eerika was the sister of the enemy. In all honesty, they had all noticed how the original family had stopped their attempts at taking Elena's life, but the gang was still cautious, of course.  Her decision was made even though she truly had no other choice. Her hands reached for her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Stefan," she greeted, "I need you to do me a favor."

"Bonnie? Are you okay," the Salvatore asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you have Eerika's number?"

"Klaus' sister?"

"Do we know another Eerika?"

Stefan sighed and ignored the Bennett's snarky tone. "I'll send it to you. Can I ask why?"

"Thanks, Stefan." Bonnie hung up the phone and waited impatiently for the beep of a message. As the number popped up on the screen, she hesitated before clicking the link and slowly moved the phone to her ear.

"Bonnie," a light voice greeted.

"How'd you know it was me," Bonnie muttered weakly.

"I had a feeling you would call. You went past your limits, did you not?"

"Why would you say that," the ill witch asked.

"I felt it the other day. The energy. I assume you are incapacitated at the moment, so I will come to you."

"Come to me..what..wait," Bonnie rushed, but winced in pain, while gritting her teeth. "What will it cost me?"

"Do you honestly think I am that shallow? So shallow that I would charge someone for my help?"

"Yes," was Bonnie's instant response.

"Well, I'm not. Consider it an act of kindness." The doorbell rang throughout the house. "I need an invitation."

Bonnie's head turned hazy at the thought of giving Eerika an invitation into her home. The invitation was permanent, but she knew she had no other choice. "Come in," she muttered quietly.

"Wow, you're not looking so good, are you?"

"Shut up," Bonnie hissed.

Eerika laughed and sat down gracefully infront of the withering witch. As she reached out to grab the Bennett's hands, Bonnie pulled them back, distrust evindent on her face. Her aching body sat straight, while her shoulders remained rigged, as if she were trying to not show how vulnerable she was and felt. "I need your hands."

"Why?"

"For the magical connection, of course."

"I remember how it felt the last time we touched. You can't trick me," she growled.

Eerika sighed and looked at the sick witch with frown. "That wasn't a connection. That was something called diffidentiae. You viewed me as a threat, so your magic did, as well. It was also your first time feeling a magic that was much more powerful than your own." Bonnie looked at Eerika with a doubtful look.

"I've never heard of that."

"Well, I've been alive a lot longer than you have."

"You could be lying."

"Or I could be telling the truth."

"But-"

Eerika huffed. "Give me your hands, Bonnie. Quit being so stubborn." Eerika grabbed the younger girl's hands and closed her eyes, while muttering foreign words. Bonnie's eyes widened as she felt a boost of energy run through her veins. The power she felt was something she had never experienced before, and she was sure if she herself had this strong of magic then she would of gone mad. Bonnie's body certaintly could not control the power that Eerika had, and the fact that Eerika could maintain this power caused Bonnie to have a new, grudging admiration for the Mikaelson. Eerika opened her eyes as Bonnie stared at her in astonishment.

"Did you just give me some of your magic?"

"Oh, no," Eerika shook her head, "only a Cailleach can use the kind of power I have; it would surely kill you. All I did was use my energy to boost your's, kind of like a jumpstart."

Bonnie nodded, while slowly standing up on shaky legs. "Thank you," Bonnie held out her hand, silently offering Eerika her respect. Eerika's green orbs glanced at Bonnie's outstreched hand, before shaking it with a smile on her face.

"It's no problem," Eerika began, but froze when a mark on Bonnie's forearm caught her attention. "When did you get this," Eerika demanded, her voice hitched and faint.

Bonnie's eyes followed Eerika's stare before she shrugged and tried to pull her arm away, but Eerika's grip remained gentle and unyeilding.

"I woke up with it."

"And you were not concerned with what it was?"

"I was a little preoccupied with trying to prevent your family from killing mine," Bonnie huffed. "Why are you freaking out, it's just a mark."

"How long ago did you get it? Do you remeber how that night was? Did you have nightmares?" Eerika's tone was urgent, and that made Bonnie uneasy. Eerika was an original and the most powerful witch she had ever come in contact with. If Eerika was this scared, then whatever the Mikaelson was panicking about must be dangerous.

"I woke up with it a few weeks ago. I did have nightmares, I remeber waking up a few times through the night, but I don't remember what they were about. Eerika, what's wrong?"

Eerika's eyes never left the Bennett's forearm. "We need to talk to my family," she mumbled, as she willed her hands not to shake. Bonnie's gaze moved from the paling Cailleach to the upside down arrow that had slash marks slicing through the middle.