Face of the Dead (TVD/TO)

Chapter 4: Boundary Spell

"Luka, are you idiot?" Henrik questioned his dark-skinned friend after his little 'chat' with the Bennett witch.

"Henry, my dad said to gain Bonnie's trust," Luka explains as they headed towards his car.

"And letting her keep a personal item of yours?" Henrik rose an eyebrow as he stood in front of him. "You are a bloody insane?!"

"Easy, Henry. Your English side is showing," Luka tells him. "What damage can a witch that's just gasped the ropes of witchcraft?"

Crossing his arms, Henrik shot a skeptical look at his friend. "I've seen 10 years old witches cause forest fires and made the earth shake." He says reverting back into his American accent.

"Don't worry, Henry. I've got it handled," Luka assures him.

Sighing heavily, Henrik shook his head and looked at his friend as they got to the car. "Fine. But you better hope that she doesn't siphon or use magic through that object."

"Relax, man. Nothing going to happen," Luka tells him as they got into the car and drove off.

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"Dude, are you seriously always hungry?" Luka asked Henrik, who was eating an open bag of chips as they got to his apartment.

"Listen, mate, food today is very different from my time," Henrik tells him as Luka unlocks the door. "So don't question my sudden need for food." The two enter the small apartment, dropping their bags in the living room.

"'Lijah, Dr. Martin, you here?" Henrik called out taking out his grimoire from his bag while looking around to see Luka's father coming out of his room

"Your brother left to attend to some business," Dr. Martin replies before turning towards his son. "How was school?"

"Riveting," Luka replies before shaking from an unsettling chill. Which caught the concern from both his father and Henrik.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Martin asked his son as Henrik sat down at the table flipping through the many spells that were written down.

"Nothing," Luka lies as Henrik darts his eyes at him with a glare before shaking his head and returning to his grimoire. Being curious, Luka looks over Henrik's shoulder to the grimoire. "I've never see spells like that."

Turning his head to the young witch- warlock-, Henrik sits up straight. "That's because it's at least a thousand years old. Spells were very different from how they are now." He tells Luka.

"But with at least 400 years of spells."

"Oh.. Because of the mir-," Luka starts remembering a bit of Henrik's past he was told about before being interrupted by him.

"Exactly," Henrik nods his head. "Let's not talk about that bloody dark object, shall we."

After at least 15 minutes had passed, Luka started to act strangely. Getting the attention of both his father and Henrik, who was repeatedly relighting a candle in front of him.

"What's going on?" Luka's father asked him leaning towards him.

Struggling with the pain, Luka manages to speak. "It's Bonnie Bennett. She's channeling me."

"Why would you let her do that?" Jonas demanded and turns towards Henrik.

"I warned him of backlash that would occur when he allowed her to hold onto his necklace," Henrik explains and runs over to them as Luka continues to struggle with the pain before falling out of his seat. "I'll lend him some of my power so it whatever that Bennett Witch is doing won't kill him."