Face of the Dead (TVD/TO)

Chapter 19: Weakened Veil

Will say I'm not entirely proud of how this is formatted but it's for now until I finish this season.

I'll be putting this on edit once season 3 is done to get rid of any errors.

Hope you enjoy.

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As the sun came down, young high schoolers were prepared for a night of partying. But for a special group, they were gathering together in their history teacher's classroom.

"I'll lure Stefan from the bonfire and then when he's distracted-"

"I'll shoot him," Alaric finishes Elena's sentence.

"Can't Bonnie just Ju-ju him it's something," Damon asks leaning back against a wall.

"I'm trying to keep Bonnie out of this," She says.

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"Did you feel that?" Marisol asked her boyfriend after pausing Empire Strikes Back.

"Something happened." Henrik breathes out, confirming to the sudden change. "Seems like we're going to put movie night on hold."

Getting off the couch, Henrik grabs his jacket and heads for the door.

"Agh?! Come on!!" Marisol whines. "Why can't we have a nice at home date without something happening."

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"Quite nice to know that a Bennett is finally cleaning up her messes... even if it was only a very, very tiny problem." A familiar snarky voice called out to the trio from behind them.

Both Henrik and Marisol looked at them with annoyed looks on their faces.

"What are you doing here?" Matt looked at the two witches warily.

Pointing at Bonnie, Marisol explains. "It's because someone decided to mess with the balance of death."

"And I dealt with with Vicky. I've cut her off from the magic that was helping her," Bonnie tells them.

"Beg your pardon? You're saying a witch- a dead witch- had helped a idiotic girl interact with the physical world?!" Henrik says very concerned as he ignores Matt retort about his sister.

"Why does it matter to you?! It was my problem and I've fixed it," Bonnie spat.

"You poor little naive witch, you have only just opened the door on what you can do with your powers," Henrik pitied Bonnie's negligence on her powers. "Next time you do something without thinking could be your last, Bennett."

Turning away from them, the ancient witch weaves his fingers together with his girlfriend before leaving.

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Morning had risen and yet the thousand year old witch was still being annoyed at something that he could only magically feel.

"You're saying the veil is still open?" Marisol looks at her boyfriend who was flipping through pages of a thick grimoire.

"It has to be. I can feel the wall of the ancient magic still open. So the dead from the Other Side are able to be interact with the living," Henrik states before slamming the book closed. "But I can't tell who's doing it or how to close it."

"It's probably that Bennett's fault. She defied nature by bring that Gilbert boy. Let her deal with it," Marisol tells him.

"Normally I would but. T-this magic. The magic prying the veil open. It feels somewhat familiar," He admits. "I haven't felt this magic in a long time."