Bring me Back

Chapter 9

Bonnie had never given much thought to trauma. She had been through several things in her short life. Including, her grams death, multiple vampire fights, and the whole Silas thing. Of course, there had been other events that should have led some PTSD. She thought that she had needed some type of therapy before she had left Mystic Falls, but when she did, a weight had instantly been lifted off her shoulders.

Now though, Bonnie was heading to the place where she had almost been killed. Granted, she had already almost been killed many times, but she had never been powerless to protect herself. That terrified her. Now, Stefan and she were walking to the parking lot that had been the object of her fears. Her hands were shaking, and she was nervously picking the skin off the edge of her nails. She often did this, it was a nervous habit she had picked up a couple of years ago. Often, when she was really scared or nervous, they would bleed, and she would have put a healing salve on them. And it seemed right now, that it was becoming one of those times. By the time they were almost to the parking lot her hands were shaking so bad that even Stefan had started to notice. He suddenly stopped and took her hands in his, Bonnie stopped with him.

"Bonnie, look at me." he said calmly. Bonnie looked up to his face hesitantly. "It's going to be okay. I'm right here, nothing's going to hurt you."

Bonnie took deep breaths and slowly her shaking hands calmed to a slight shudder. Bonnie nodded confidently, showing that she was ready to go. Surprisingly, Stefan only let go of one of her hands, and continued walking holding the other.

When they had finally reached the parking lot, Stefan let go of her hand. Bonnie walked to the red spot on the ground. It was blood, her blood. She ignored it though and focused on the task at hand, finding out if her magic worked here. If it was a magic blocker, then it wouldn't have faded yet. Even with the power of the ancestors, they couldn't stop that kind of spell.

Bonnie lifted her hands and muttered a spell that controls the weather. It was a rather powerful spell, but not any more powerful than the one she had used last night. It was surprising however that when she started muttering the incantation, that the wind picked up, rain droplets fell from the sky and the leaves swirled around her. The spell had worked. She looked at Stefan in defeat. Back to the books she guessed.

A couple hours later

"The Salem witches are heroic examples of, individualism, non-conformity." Stefan told her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But don't you think we should be spending more time on the spell, rather than my family?"

"Yes Bonnie. But it's important to know where you came from. You're starting to doubt yourself. You're powerful Bonnie. But...I think you're scared."

Bonnie paused for a second and looked to the ground. "Of course, I'm not." Bonnie replied, shakily.

"You don't have to lie to me Bonnie. It's okay to be afraid."

"I know Stefan."

Bonnie turned back to the book. Since they had ruled out a spell blocker, so the only option left was a protection spell. Bonnie was sure the ancestors were somehow involved. They absolutely loathed her ever since she broke from their clutches. Witches had shunned her just for going against everything they were forced into believing. She knew that they would never be brave enough to do what she had done. The all secretly wanted to, she knew that. That gave her some satisfaction. To know that she had done what no other could do. But despite that, it had still hurt to be away from other witches. It was lonely. Well it was until she had left Mystic falls and had found other witches that could teach and mentor her. She was glad for them, and she desperately missed them. She had grown rather used to having witches around.

Bonnie looked over the map. Bonnie had used her magic to take the blood off the ground that was the mans. She had then used her magic once again to take the magical signature left on it and created a water type liquid of the magical traces. Stefan poured a little on the map and started to chant a location spell she had picked up from Kana in Japan. It took the magical remnants of a person and found where the magic came from. The man was not a witch. If he was, he wouldn't have bothered to try killing her with his bare hands. And the ancestors needed someone alive to do their dirty work for them, so they were going to use the location spell to find them.

The drop of liquid moved until it landed on New Mexico.

"I guess we better get a flight to New Mexico then."

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! We saw a little bit more Stefonnie this chapter! Sorry there was no Rebekah, she'll be after the next chapter because I have some plans that don't include her for the next chapter.

Next time: Bonnie's phone rang in her pocket. She quickly picked it up.

"Hey witchy. Meet at the Salvatore house tomorrow, 5:30. Caroline wants a redo dinner and i was dubbed the messenger," Damon said in his usual arrogant, annoying voice.

A redo dinner huh?

P.S. Should I keep doing the "Next time." This is just a trial run to see how it works. See you next time!