When the clock strikes 12 [On Hiatus Indefinitely]

Prologue

'Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding.'

The echoes of the clock striking 12, passed through the huge corridors and the empty rooms of the Salvatore boarding house. Everybody was gathered around in the living room, looking at the clock and waiting. Waiting for the clock to strike 12.

It was a tradition, or more specifically their tradition. They did it every day, and this day was no different.

"It's time," Caroline announced out loud, turning around to face the bunch of people huddled close to the fireplace.

"Alright then, where is it?" Damon asked, impatiently looking around.

"It's over here," Jeremy said, suddenly appearing at the entrance of the living room. He was carrying a very large and heavy book, slowly, towards the centre of the living room.

Jeremy was holding one side of the book while Matt was holding the other side. And even with the both of them holding it, everyone could tell that they both required a lot of effort to carry it.

As they heaved and dragged the book to the centre of the table, Damon rolled his eyes and muttered, "Chop, chop you guys, we don't have all day!"

"Well at least you could have help them out a little bit," Elena suggested, "that way it could have taken a lot less time."

"Oh, I would have," Damon replied smirking at her, "but it was actually you who suggested that we all have a fair chance and I already had my chance this week." He shrugged at her.

Caroline muttered something like 'lazy ass' under her breath and Damon's smirk widened as he heard it.

Huffing and puffing Jeremy and Matt finally put that huge book in the centre of the circle. A circle where all the friends were sitting cross-legged and eyeing the book full of excitement.

"Hey Bonnie, hit it!" Caroline said as she put her head on Tyler's shoulder. Even Elena had pulled herself closer to Stefan, and Bonnie intertwined her fingers into Jeremy's. Then she turned and looked at the book with full concentration, closing her eyes.

"Do you think she's got her juju on or is she just pretending," Sherry whispered, leaning in towards Damon. Damon snickered a little, just seconds before an expensive vase shattered against the wall, inches from Sherry's head.

"Hey!" Sherry and Damon said together, and the whole room burst out laughing, with a small, satisfied smile forming on Bonnie's lips.

"That was not funny Bonnie," Sherry exclaimed. What if that vase had hurt her? What if it had been just a few more inches closer to her? She surely would've gotten hurt then.

"Yeah Bonnie, not funny," Damon also exclaimed. He got up and swooped up the broken pieces of the expensive vase, putting them in the dustbin in one swift move. What if she'd not broken this vase? What if she'd broken his favourite statue instead? Well either way, he'd still have a lot of mess to clean up.

"Well, I thought that was hilarious," Stefan teased, and Elena giggled softly at his joke.

But as Damon came back to the circle and sat down again, Bonnie opened her eyes, looking at him irritatedly, "I told you to not break the circle while I worked on my spell."

"And I told you to not break any of my expensive antique furniture, so I guess that makes us even," Damon replied just as irritated with her as she was with him.

Bonnie closed her eyes again, whispering the spell under her breath. It was clearly audible to all the vampires in the room, every word, but the humans definitely couldn't hear her.

"Now hold hands all of you," Bonnie instructed, holding hands with Jeremy and Stefan. Everybody immediately held each other's hands, and chanted the spell that they did every day.

All the window of the house had been shut tightly and the curtains closed. But with a sudden burst of lightning, the windows opened and the curtains flew up because of the strong wind that blew inside.

Everybody looked at Bonnie with alarm and even Bonnie opened her eyes with concern and curiosity clearly showing on her face. This wasn't supposed to be happening, that spell was just supposed to open the book up to the page that they had read last.

The wind around them grew stronger and stronger, and the pages of the book suddenly started flipping. The wind grew and grew until it turned into a tornado.

The impact of the tornado was huge. The walls of the boarding house came crashing down on them, with all of Damon's poor furniture and antiques being shattered to pieces. The Salvatore boarding house was crumbling down in front of them and there was nothing that anybody could do to stop it. Not even Bonnie.

"Bonnie, what is happening?" Elena shouted at Bonnie over all the noise and chaos.

"Make it stop!" Caroline shrieked as a huge chunk of the roof fell just a few inches away from her.

"Yeah Bonnie, what are you doing?" Damon asked glaring at her, and Bonnie returned his glare.

"I don't know," Bonnie admitted, "I'm not doing this. That spell that I had been doing was broken the moment Damon got out of the circle. I hadn't even begun chanting the spell again."

"Then who is doing this," Jeremy asked her. Bonnie shrugged, how was she supposed to know?

But she did know that whoever was doing this had to be a lot more powerful than her. This wasn't possible though because Grams had told her that the Bennett witches were the most powerful witches that existed.

Suddenly a black mist seemed to leak out of the tornado, becoming darker and darker until nobody could see each other anymore, or even see themselves.

And the last thing that they saw before the tornado sucked them all inside, was the name of the book that they were about to read.

The Book of Fairy Tales.