Abby Bennett-Wilson sat on her kitchen with her adopted son, Jamie, listening to him tell her about a girl in one of his classes. Abby was proud that Jamie was in his second semester at UNC. They were laughing at something he had said when Abby felt a strong surge.
A magical surge that settled into a steady pulse. Abby put her hand to her chest and felt nothing but stillness. Abby didn't know what was happening. She could feel magic pulsating in her body and she had the urge to go home; to Mystic Falls.
"Impossible," Abby thought to herself.
"Abby, are you ok?" Jamie Wilson asked.
"Um, I think so. Why?" she asked.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Jamie said concerned.
"Oh. It's nothing you need to worry about," Abby told him.
"Are you sure? You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?" he asked worriedly.
"Jamie, everything is fine," Abby said rising to her feet and to going to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She could still feel the pulse. She hadn't felt this kind of magic since before Damon turned her. No, since before she desiccated Mikael. She didn't realize how much she had missed the feeling.
Taking out her phone, she called a friend of hers from California. Violet belonged to a coven of vampires who were former witches. They had interested Abby because they had been searching for a way to reconnect with nature. Abby thought that maybe they had and they were sharing the wealth with her.
"Hello," the voice said.
"Violet, it's Abby," she said.
"Abby, how are you?" Violet asked surprised to hear from her friend out of the blue.
"Good, have you made any progress in regaining your magic," Abby asked.
"No. As you know the other side collapsed and the spirits of our ancestors went with it. There is no magic to get," Violet explained.
'Ok. I'm sorry. I know how much being a witch meant to you," Abby said sorry for her friend but even more confused.
"Don't be sorry. We are not magic through no fault of our own. The fault lies with the vampires who changed us," Violet said bitterly. Abby didn't mention that she could feel magic; if that's what was happening.
"I have to go. It was nice talking to you," Abby said before hanging up. She didn't even wait for Violet to respond.
Abby reached under her bed and pulled out an old box. She removed the lid and placed it to the side. She reached into the box and pulled out some old photos.
One was of herself, Miranda, Liz, and Kelly at the Falls when they were in high school. The next was Bonnie, Caroline, Elena, and Matt, when they were at Caroline's first birthday. There were pictures of Shelia and Bonnie and Abby with Bonnie. There were letters from Shelia about Bonnie. There were letters she had written to Bonnie that Rudy had sent back to her unopened. There was also the brief letter that accompanied the divorce papers requesting or more like demanding that Abby not contact Bonnie again. She regretted complying to Rudy's request but she had thought she was doing what was best for Bonnie. In the bottom of the box was what she was looking for; her grimoire. She hadn't seen it in years. She put it away for safekeeping to one day give to Bonnie; if she would have it.
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The Rescue Mission Saga: Rescue Mission: Zavrina Bennett
Fanfiction🏅Once Ranked #8 in #rescuemission🏅The Second Installment of the Rescue Mission Saga: Reuniting the Bennett Coven is the first thing on Bonnie's agenda after acquiring her magic from the Gemini Coven. Mission impossible? As Bennett witches began to...