The Rescue Mission Saga: Rescue Mission: Zavrina Bennett

We're Going to Reform the Bennett Coven

The afternoon after the family breakfast in the Salvatore kitchen, Damon Salvatore found Bonnie Bennett sitting on the floor of her bedroom, leaning against her bed, Shelia's letter in her hands.

"You alright?" he asked joining her.

"Here," she said, handing him the letter. Damon read it then looked at her wide-eyed. "So, you're starting a coven?"

"What are you a pamphlet now?" Bonnie grinned. "Anyway, I guess I should. I'm the leader of the coven. What the hell is that?"

"It's awesome," Damon smiled. "So what do you have to do to get started.

"There's a spell in this," she said, pulling a grimoire into her lap. "It's Emily's," she told him, seeing the interest on his face. "There is a whole section in here on my ancestors from Salem."

"Ok, what can I help you with?"

"Finding out a way to get in contact with...well whatever Bennetts there are."

"I wouldn't know where to begin," Damon told her.

"Yeah me either," she grimaced.

"Bonnie!" they heard someone yell downstairs.

"Is that..." Damon began.

"Bonnie!" the voiced called again.

"Abby," Bonnie said as they got off the floor. She led Damon from the room and marched down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?" Abby Bennett-Wilson asked, her eyes wide, voice frantic.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bonnie said.

"Other than the fact that you came downstairs with him, I felt something yesterday," her mother told her.

"Um, ok," Bonnie said slowly.

"It was magic Bonnie," she told her. "So, tell me. What the hell is going on because I haven't felt an ounce of magic since I was turned."

"Do you still feel it?" her daughter questioned.

"Yes. It's like a pulse," Abby informed her. "But that's not telling me why I can feel it, Bonnie. What is going on?"

"Damon, will you go get that letter please?" Bonnie asked turning to him. He nodded and was gone. He was back, handing Abby the letter from Shelia just as quickly as he had left. Abby read it then looked into Bonnie's eyes.

"You have it?" she asked.

"I do," Bonnie smiled, tears forming. Abby grabbed Bonnie's hand as tears began to form in her eyes as well. "I know that this is dangerous. I know but I don't feel out of control. This is the most in control I've ever felt."

"That's good. It must be strong if I felt it," Abby said.

"What is that about?" Damon chimed in, breaking the rare mother/daughter moment. "How did you feel it?"

"I don't know," Abby said, cutting her eyes at him. "I was in the kitchen when suddenly I felt this...this jolt. It just hit me and then it started to pulsate. Like a beacon. I just knew that I had to come here. Has Lucy called you?"

"No," Bonnie said. "Why would she?" Abby furrowed her brow as Bonnie led her and Damon into the living room. As the three of them sat down there was a knock on the door. Damon got up and went to the door.

"Lucy," he said, opening the door.

"Damon," the beautiful Lucy Bennett said. "I'm assuming Bonnie's here."

"You'd be right," Damon said, not moving from in front of the door. Suddenly, he gripped the door and his knees buckled. "Lucy, stop," he groaned.

"It's not..." Lucy began. "Aunt Pauline, stop it."