𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃   𝙳𝙾𝙲:   an   all   in   one   google   doc   about   bonnie,   her   rules,   background   and   information.

"there   is   hardly   anything   BASIC   about   necromancy,   silas.   you   know   it   takes   great   magical   prowess   and   a   lot   of   sacrifice."   which   she   does   have   to   be   honest,   but   she   had   never   been   a   fan   of   necromancy.   she   messed   up   with   the   life   span   of   a   person   before,   she   wouldn't   do   it   again   that   easily,   and   bonnie   offered.   so   if   her   descendant   wanted   to   do   it,   who   was   she   to   say   no?   "perhaps   i   am.   and   what   about   it?   apparently,   most   of   the   great   minds   are   crazy.   you   calling   me   names   doesn't   bother   me   anymore."   because   he   had   called   her   many   over   the   years.   crazy   is   just   a   small   detail   compared   to   what   he   had   said   in   the   past,   or   worse,   what   the   tale   describes   her   as.   silas   speaks   and   qetsiyah   has   to   almost   laugh   at   the   intensity,   but   she   doesn't   back   down.   "really?   you   still   want   to   die?   wow,   talk   about   consistency."   she   is   surprised,   appalled   perhaps,   annoyed   (   he   is   still   clung   to   that   idea   ).   "go   ahead.   try   and   destroy   it.   it   will   be   fun   to   watch   you   fail."   a   hand   moves   forward,   poking   into   his   chest,   daring,   she   knows   her   power,   destroying   the   other   side   would   take   a   lot   of   gut   power.   "so   you   came   all   the   way   up   here   to   tell   me   this.   a   phone   call   would've   sufficed."   the   witch   points   out,   a   shrug   spreading   upon   her   shoulders.   he   hates   her,   fine.   she   can   hate   him   too   and   she   has   her   reasons.   a   woman   scorn,   vindictive   bitch,   sure.   she   can   be   all   of   that   too.      "destroy   the   other   side.   but   tell   me,   how   sure   are   you   that   you   will   end   up   at   peace?"

"2000   years   and   at   last   a   thank   you.   how   nice."   and   an   odd   change.   but   the   voice   inside   her   head   keeps   her   from   fully   trusting   him,   never   again.   his   presence   alone   burns   something   inside   her,   a   fight   or   flight   instinct,   if   the   instinct   implied   just   fight   him.   "well,   I   admit   I'm   exhausted   as   well."   but   it   doesn't   stop   the   witch   from   distrusting   the   man   or   thinking   his   curiousity   is   just   a   facade,   a   way   to   charm   his   way   back   into   her   mind   and   get   whatever   he   wants.   the   curve   of   her   lips   turned   into   a   casual   smile,   amused   really   at   the   mention   of   her   descendant.   "well,   a   life   for   a   life.   they   wanted   bonnie   back,   and   I   got   her   back.   and   she   is   my   descendant,   one   foot   in   the   other   side,   the   other   in   the   real   world.   as   an   anchor,   it's   perfect."   harsh   or   not,   bonnie   knew   the   consequences   of   what   it   meant   to   come   back.      and   there   it   is,   the   mention   of   the   other   side,   eyes   scan   him   down,   a   smile   matching   his   own   show   on   her   lips.   "well,   it   would   be   a   delight   to   watch   you   spent   an   eternity   by   my   side.   poetic,   I   think.   considering   we   were to   be   married."   perhaps   she   is   still   lingering   on   her   revenge,   but   surprisenly,   it's   done   in   a   teasing   manner.   "the   destruction   of   the   other   side   imply   a   huge   power   vaccum   and   natural   consequences.   no   one   wants   that."   she   finally   adds   up,   a   step   closer   as   she   hands   him   the   plant   she   been   taking   care   of,   holding   his   gaze.   "so   yes,   we   are   spending   an   eternity   together.   try   not   to   look   so   gloom   about   it."

who wants a starter? maybe canon dialogue based.

"i'm   sure.   strong   grip   you   got   there."   she   notices   it   right   away,   but   there   is   still   a   smile   on   her   lips.   he   is   polite   and   he   shows   manners   enough.   she   had   heard   of   him   while   on   the   other   side.   "ah   yes,   kol.   the   young   brother.   then   again,   young   is   a   relative   word   here."   a   thousand   years   old,   perhaps   that   kind   of   wisdom   makes   him   older.   or   dangerous.   probably   both   and   qetsiyah   is   aware   of   that   duality   with   those   of   his   kind.      "I   was   curious.   you   and   your   family   used   a   spell   of   mine   to   get   turned   into   vampires.   same   spell,   different   outcomes.   I'm   sure   some   things   were   lost   in   translation."   it   was   over   a   millenia   old   her   spell   when   esther   and   her   descendant   ayana   got   their   hands   into   the   spell.   similar,   but   not   quite.

"by   that   time   I   had   broken   the   rules   of   nature   once.   for   you,   for   us.   I   thought   by   behaving   and   being   good   and   following   the   rules,   they   would   be   at   ease."   a   shrug   passing   by   her   shoulders   speak   the   rest   of   the   story.   she   had   thought   wrong.   it   seems   to   be   a   pattern   down   her   bloodline,   leading   up   to   the   bennett   witch   who   still,   is   bounded   by   her   actions   and   friends.   "why   curious   though?   i'm   sorry   if   I   don't   trust   this.   .   .casual   chatter   of   yours."   in   fact,   she   doesn't   trust   anything   that   comes   out   of   his   mouth.   he   could   twist   reality   to   his   whim   and   he   didn't   need   his   psychic   powers   to   do   as   well.   "lukas.   and   we   had   two.   twins,   if   you   must   know.   do   I   need   to   tell   you   their   zodiacal   signs   as   well?"   qetsiyah   teases,   eyes   shifting   to   try   and   understand   where   all   of   this   was   coming   from.  

self   accomplished   smile   as   she   moves   to   fix   up   some   of   her   plants,   kept   her   busy,   kept   her   from   focusing   all   too   much   in   his   presence,   not   letting   herself   dwell   too   much   in   the   past   despite   how   much   she   had   loved   doing   that   for   over   two   thousand   years.   a   frown   appears   at   last,   head   turning   to   face   him   and   staring,   curiously.   "why   are   you   asking   me   this?    marriages   back   then   were   hardly   made   out   of   love."   no.   back   then,   arranged   marriages   where   the   norm.   she   had   thought   her   and   silas   had   been   the   exception   to   the   rule.   but   naivete   was   proven   wrong.   qetsiyah   simply   shrugs   it   off,   a   wave   of   her   hand.   "he   was   a   fine   man.   for   the   short   time   we   were   together,   he   cared   for   me   and   at   the   time,   that   was   enough."   a   caring,   loyal   man.   just   a   good   match.   not   her   choice.   silas   must   had   know   that.   so   she   is   suspicious.   "you   already   know   the   answer   to   that. "

"I   have   trust   issues,   I'm   controlling,   paranoid   and   a   little   crazy,   and   that's   working   out   just   fine."

"you   played   me   for   a   fool.   I   thought   I   would   prove   you   wrong.   and   you   didn't   even   thought   of   it."   turning   amara   into   the   anchor   to   the   other   side,   might   had   been   her   best   play   in   all   of   their   history   and   despite   all,   she   was   proud   of   the   feat   she   was   able   to   accomplish.   shame   it   came   at   the   expense   of   their   history.   she   entertains   herself   looking   elsewhere,   only   allowing   herself   a   small   side   glance   at   silas   before   replying.   "how   did   you   think   the   bennett   witch   came   to   be?   she   is   my   long   long   lost   descendant.   I   got   married,   I   had   children,   enough   time   to   preserve   the   bloodline   before   the   travellers   turned   on   me   and   killed   me."   turns   out,   creating   the   immortality   spell   and   mess   with   nature   had   its   consequences,   who   would've   thought   that?   "love.   I   felt   it   once.   didn't   agree   with   me."