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#1 Old Ones
This is a story about what would have happened if Klaus and Caroline had met when Klaus was in Alaric's body and how their storyline could have changed in TVD if he had fallen for her earlier than he di...
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Many things can fuel a witch's power. ~ Sheila Bennett
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When Marcel told her that he had a secret weapon, Bonnie hardly expect to see a small girl barely fourteen with cute, long, raven curls and a doll face. Her eyes were the only thing that suggested the younger witch was something more than a normal teenager.
Small brown orbs, tired and tormented, looked back at the Bennett witch with pride and conceived fear. She could see pas her bravado, right into her fear and pain, as if she had to lift the world's weight in the little lifetime that was surely not as long as the knowledge staring back at her. Something else she noticed in the girls scared her as well, not because she was afraid of her, more like she was afraid for her.
Her senses were rarely ever wrong, and she sensed a great deal of power in her. Too much for such a small soul.
"I can feel your power Davina," the older witch said not hiding her frown. "I get why the spirits aren't happy with you keeping it."
She turned to glare at Marcel.
Fire sparkles between her fingertips before she turned to glare at Marcel and demand answers.
"Tell me, what exactly did you do to her?"
Marcel raised both hands defensively. "Easy killer, it's not my fault you witches know no boundaries."
"It wasn't him," Davina, the little witch cut in. "It was the ancestors, I got my power through the harvest process. They passed this power to me."
Bonnie frowned crushing the fire in her hand.
"No, that can't be right, your ancestors did something wrong in transferring the power. You have way too much."
Davina straightened up, offering a wicked smile to the Bennett witch, followed by a prideful stare.
"And why is that a bad thing?" She retorted.
Bonnie waved a hand and the candles behind her lit up. She didn't even need to murmur the incantation anymore, it was a small show of force but it was necessary. Davina flinched as if in pain. She seemed a little taken aback at her skills and bothered with the use of magic.
A twist of her neck and Bonnie had opened up all the windows and doors in the room before shutting the back closed. Behind the smiling candles blow out by the chilly wind stood Davina with a bewildered look, grabbing the hair near her scalp and semi closing her eyes.
When Bonnie was done she relaxes and looked up at her like a puppy that's been kicked.
Bonnie's frown deepened, not at all happy to have proven her point.
