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Bonnie Bennett opened the door to her locker and groaned in frustration. A single rose rested in the middle, nestled between her books. There was no missing it. The petals were shiny and as black as night. Painstakingly attached was a stiff card.

To a beautiful witch,

be mine.

I await your visit this full moon.

DL

Bonnie crumpled the note together in her fist. She tossed the ball back into the locker before slamming it shut. Her cousin, Lucy raised brows at her. Lucy was a year older and her locker was right next to hers. Mystic Falls high school was literal hell some days when she had to juggle being a witch and a mortal, but at least her cousin was there now.

"What's with you, cuz?" Lucy asked leaning against the locker to study her with a mischievous smile.

Bonnie held up the black rose. "Seriously? This is creepy."

"You lucky girl," Lucy's smile broadened. "If the dark lord sent me gifts, I would be over the moon."

"Yeah, but you're not right in the head," Bonnie said as she started walking to the cafeteria.

Lucy's eyes danced with pleasure. "True."

"Here," Bonnie passed her the rose.

Lucy accepted it with a smile and a nod of her head. "I'll hold on to this for you. We wouldn't want him to think you are throwing away his gifts."

"Actually, I would like him to think that. I want him to leave me alone."
"That's your mortal side talking. If you were a full-blood witch, you would understand what an honor this is."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Oh, Bon are you complaining again?" Katherine sashayed up next to her. Her lips were turned down into a mockingly pouting expression. "Poor little me, the dark lord fancies me."

"Shouldn't you all be at the Academy of the Unseen Arts?" Bonnie retorted.

Katherine laughed and tossed her heavy dark curls over her shoulders. "Of course not. We go where you go."

"Why?"

This feeling of suspicion had been eating away at her for weeks now. The other witches shouldn't be here, they weren't mortal. But ever since she refused to attend last month's full moon coven meeting, full-blood witches had been cropping up at her school. It started small with Lucy and her adopted sisters then more and more people. Still, no one would tell her why.

"You know, if you refuse to attend meetings, we will come to you," Lucy told her with a secretive smile.

"Tell your precious leader this is stalking."

Bonnie had the nagging feeling that the dark lord had put them up to this. This was another one of his sick mind games and if it was, she wasn't going to let it bother her. Besides, she liked the other witches. They were good company when they weren't trying to torment the mortal boys.

"So ungrateful," Katherine said in a low voice as she clucked her tongue.

Katherine and Lucy were joined by their third sister, Rebekah when they reached the line in the cafeteria. Bonnie purposely hung back as they talked. All three girls were orphaned and had formed a family of sorts back at the Academy.

Rebekah was the only girl in her group of siblings and Katherine hated her siblings with a fiery passion. Somehow, the three of them fit together. They always wore the same outfit, which was probably why other witches called them the Weird sisters.

Today, they were wearing black satin dresses that hung just above the knees. They had paired it with black pumps and knee-high socks with laces at the top. A complete contradiction to this, they were wearing black leather jackets. Lucy wore a deep red lipstick and her hair hung down her back in a long, straight ponytail. Katherine's hair hung free in her curls and as usual she wore black lipstick. Rebekah had her hair done in a tight bun with dark purple lipstick. Bonnie studied them and wondered how much coordination and bickering went into buying each outfit and deciding how and when to wear it. She had a hard enough time making up her mind about her own clothes and she was just one girl.

As always, the three girls made her feel under-dressed. With another look at her outfit, she realized it might be time to step up her game. Her plain jeans and purple hoodie did look shabby next to them.

First thing after school today, she was going shopping.

Bonnie left them in line and sat down at the same time as her boyfriend, Jeremy Gilbert. She gave him a quick kiss and smiled at him. Jeremy winked at her before going back to his book.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie took out her own book. It was a book on spells that she had cast a glamour spell on to look like a magazine. She was reading about cloaking when Elena Pierce sat down. She unlike her twin wore her hair straight and dressed more plainly. She wore a pair of jeans with a red top and her makeup was softer.

"Hey, Bonnie are you coming over this weekend?"

"Of course, you know I wouldn't miss it. Is Caroline coming?"

"As usual. She has gone into full planning mode."

"This should be fun," Bonnie agreed with a smile.

"What's happening this weekend?" Jeremy asked looking up from his book.

Bonnie was surprised, but then realized she shouldn't be. Jeremy liked Elena, had ever since she transferred. He looked at her like an older sister, which Bonnie understood because like her, he didn't have any siblings. The closest she came to a sister was Lucy and even she had found a group of equally rebellious witches to call her true sisters.

Sadly, it hit her, she was lonely. Even with Jeremy she felt alone. The only place she had ever felt at home was with her Grams. Lately that didn't really feel like home anymore either.

"Kind of a party of sorts," Elena replied. Her brown eyes were wide and alarmed. "I'm sorry I would have invited you, but it's kind of our old gang."

"But Bonnie's a part of that gang."

"It's not your scene, Jer," Bonnie said putting her hand in his. "You'd be bored."

"Not true," Rebekah announced as she and her sisters sat down at the table with them.

"It's that you would bore us," Katherine finished with a cat-like smile.

"And we can't have that," Lucy agreed.

"Guys, knock it off," Bonnie groaned.

She was sick and tired of this crap. Balancing being a witch and a mortal was a headache. She knew the day when she would have to choose was approaching and that was another headache.

"Whatever, I'm out of here. You girls are weird."

He had no idea how right he was, Bonnie thought. Before it hit her, her boyfriend was walking away and leaving her to answer more questions about what sort of gifts she were receiving.

"Jer come on," Bonnie called after him.

"Sorry, Bon."

Bonnie watched him go with a growing feeling of unease. This was becoming unbearable. She liked having other witches around, but they were starting to interfere with her mortal life. Somehow, she needed to fix this chaos.

"Honestly, Bon," Katherine said in a bored tone of voice that matched her eyes. "I don't know what you see in mortals."

"At least she isn't in love with him. It's a way to pass the time," Lucy said eyeing her sharply. "Bonnie knows the dark lord himself is courting her."

"Yeah, and I am not cooperating."

"Silly girl," Rebekah sighed in disappointed. "You should be honored. Or someone worthier might fill that empty coven seat by his side."

"Yes, me," Katherine said with a feline smile.

"I meant me," Rebekah replied with her hard green eyes.

"You're both blasphemous," Elena scolded. "The King will have the bride of his choice and only he will decide, who is worthy. And that is Bonnie. She is a Bennett show some respect."

"Bennetts, we are amazing," Lucy agreed with a sly smile.

"Do you hear yourselves?" Bonnie groaned. "Coven this, coven that. The dark lord this, the dark lord that. Aren't any of you interested in anything else?"

"We have magic, what more is there?" Lucy questioned. "Sometimes, cousin I don't understand you."

"The feeling is mutual. But whatever I have to get to class."

XXX

Bonnie felt relief wash over her when she walked into the cottage she shared with her Grams and Lucy. Sheila was in the kitchen cooking dinner. The sound of her singing drifted into the hallway, which made Bonnie smile.

"Hey Grams," she called out.

"Hi, honey. Dinner in ten minutes and a coven gathering at the end of the week."

"Great," Bonnie said suppressing a groan.

"And don't you even think about skipping this one child."

The older woman stepped out of the kitchen and waved a wooden spoon at her. Bonnie heaved a sigh and ran a hand through her hair.

"Grams, I've been thinking it might not be such a good idea for me to join the dark coven."

"No, I will not have this conversation with you again, Bonnie. You were born to be a witch and you will raise this family to new heights," Sheila's expression was hard, but there was a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

Bonnie felt like she was banging her head against a wall. Everywhere she turned she had some crazy witch trying to tell her how to live her life, but unlike the rest of them she was not about to drink the kool aid.

"Grams, I'm part mortal and this whole dark lord thing, it's a little creepy, don't you think?"

Sheila groaned. "This is my fault. I should never have allowed you to mingle with mortals, your time with them has blinded you to what an incredible opportunity this is for you."

"Not blinded, just maybe gave me another perspective."

"No, it was a mistake. I thought if you didn't connect to mortals that you would always feel like you were missing a part of yourself, but instead it's turned you against your true nature. Magic has chosen you and so has the dark lord and you want to scorn his gift? For shame!"

Bonnie stared at her Grams in shock for several seconds before she was able to formulate an answer. "I can't talk to you about this. You're like brainwashed or something! I'm telling you, he is a total psycho!"

Sheila scoffed and waved it aside. "They all are. We are witches, we take what we want, when we want and we do it in his name!"

"He's older, but he isn't ancient, Grams. It's not like he has been around since the coven first formed."

"Oh, don't get hung up technicalities, he carries the title and power of those that went before him. And what's a few years difference in age when you will live for centuries? Look at me, do I look three-hundred and twelve? No, I don't look a day over sixty."

Bonnie let out a frustrated shriek and went upstairs to her room.

Why wouldn't anyone listen to her?

Her room was a welcome haven from the craziness in the rest of her life. She took a moment and just savoured the space.

There was a large bed against the one wall with a green comforter and an old oak chest filled with magic supplies stuffed inside. There was a large window that overlooked the yard with a window seat, where she liked to sit and read. Her dresser was littered with makeup and jewellery boxes as well as pictures of her and her friends. The walls were a dark purple and bookcases lined them, filled to the brim with books, normal and magical.

She flopped down on the bed and looked out the window. The sky was clear and a bright blue. It was late September and the sun was still shining. In fact, the sunlight caught on the edge of a shiny black box.

Not again.

She sat up and opened it. Inside was a set of black roses. She could feel the magic coming off them and knew they were enchanted. She closed her eyes and spelled them away.

When she opened her eyes, they were still there and a note had materialized on top of them.

Aren't you tired of throwing away my gifts?

I know I am. But if you want to play games, well I have time for those.

Xoxo, DL.

Resigned, Bonnie flopped back down on the bed. Two gifts in one day, really? This was moving past annoying and into excessive.

And what did he mean he had time for games?

Didn't he know she wasn't playing games?

She didn't want anything to do with him. All she wanted was to be left alone. She had enough on her plate deciding between a mortal life and her life as a witch without his interference.

Bonnie was assaulted by a vision. Her head spun and her body shuddered. Images flashed in front of her eyes like a dream, but more real and more horrible because she couldn't wake up from these, not until the spirits had shown har what they wanted to.

Fire, fire was everywhere. Bonnie could smell the smoke feel the heat. It charred her skin and clawed at her, hungry.

A dark figure walked through the flames. He drew closer and Bonnie could make out his features. Chiselled jawline, stubble on his cheeks and bright blue eyes that shone in competition with the flames. Except unlike the flames, his eyes were empty.

"Hi, Bon-Bon."

Horrified, Bonnie froze. The flames lapped higher around them. Blood began to drip from the ceilings. It kept coming in thick smelly drops until it was a tidal wave that swept over them.

When the blood finally stopped pouring, Bonnie was somewhere else. She was in a dungeon. The blood still clung to her skin, soaking her clothes and hair. She was chained to the cold stone wall. The metal of the chains bit into her skin.

Jeremy materialized in front of her. Flames burst up around him, consuming. Bonnie screamed and fought her chains, but they held her back. She tried to cast out with her magic, but there was no answering roar of power from inside of her.

It was silent.

From behind Jeremy, he walked over. The dark lord sauntered over casually and stood in front of Bonnie. Behind him, Jeremy died.

Bonnie woke from the vision with a gasp. Her heart was pounding and sweat was pouring down her body. Her mind raced as she tried to process to the meaning until resolution finally settled over her mind.

With icy determination, she realized she now had two people to avoid.

Jeremy and the dark lord.

If her relationship with Jeremy put him at risk, she couldn't be with him. She knew the dark lord was dangerous and deranged, her visions in the past told her as much, but she hadn't thought he would hurt Jeremy. Now she knew, he would kill him.

That left her only one option, dump Jeremy.

XXX

Dinner with her Grams was a quiet affair. Bonnie picked at her food and helped her Grams with the dishes.

Afterwards, they sat down in the living room to read Grimoires like they did every Tuesday night. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door. Bonnie looked at Sheila in surprise. Sheila raised her eyebrows in surprise, she looked stately where she sat in the arm chair like some ancient Queen.

"I'll get it," Sheila said.

Bonnie watched her go to the door. Bonnie couldn't see or hear anyone, which raised her suspicions. Sheila returned with another black box the sight of which made Bonnie queasy.

"Not again," Bonnie said burying her face in her hands.

"Again?" Sheila's answering look was questioning.

"The King has been sending tokens of his affections. He does know he's never actually met me, right?"

"He's leader of the coven, he knows all of us just as we know him."

That was eerie.

Sheila passed her the box with an expectant look. Resigning to her fate for the third time that day, Bonnie opened it and screamed.

"Don't be silly," Sheila said with a snort of derision. "It's an excellent gift."

Bonnie took in the gift with increasing nausea. It was a small bluebird with a broken neck. It was twisted brutally to the side. Bluebirds were innocent and beautiful and this one was dead. It made her sick to her stomach and she was sure was going to vomit.

"Why would he give me this?"

"I told you to read up on the full moon rituals," Sheila shook her head. "It's your offering for the ceremony. It's rather thoughtful, actually. It saves you the trouble of killing it yourself."

"How romantic," Bonnie said swallowing down bile.

"You'll understand at the ceremony."

"I'm not going to the ceremony."

Bonnie rose to her feet and put the 'gift' aside.

"Yes, you are and that's final."

"I am not and I am tired of this. I have made up my mind, Grams I'm staying mortal."

Bonnie walked upstairs.

"He won't accept that and you know it, child!" Sheila called after her.

As she walked away, Bonnie had the overwhelming feeling of premonition that Sheila was right.

Bonnie went straight to bed and collapsed in an exhausted heap.

Bonnie recognized the forest outside of Mystic Falls. It was the same clearing the mortals liked to party in by the falls. She had been there just last week. Except now it was the middle of the night and empty.

"It's quiet here," a voice from behind her said.

Bonnie turned to look. It was him again. He flashed a bright smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

"Why?"

"Because you're my intended."

"I never agreed to that," Bonnie said and crossed her arms.

"It's your fate. Look at the stars."

He pointed to the sky. Bonnie followed his line of vision. The night sky was black and there were stars. But they weren't really stars. They were bright flames. They danced across the sky creating scenes.

Vivid, bright scenes that there was no misunderstanding. She saw the dark lord, he walked and everywhere he went, he killed someone. People and animals. They all died, they burst into flames and fizzled out into nothing, just like Jeremy in her vision earlier.

For a moment the sky was dark.

Then she appeared. She wore a crown on her head. The dark lord appeared in a burst of flames. He too was wearing a crown. He took her hand. They raised them up, still entwined.

The heavens around them bled. The screams of people dying filled the clearing. It grew louder and louder until her ears hurt.

Bonnie clutched her ears and sunk to her knees. She couldn't take the pain and suffering anymore.

"Make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!"

The screams stopped. She looked up and saw he was smiling like a happy child.

"Do you see now? Do you see what we are meant to do?"

Bonnie woke screaming. Tears streamed down her face.

If she chose to mortality, the visions would stop. That was a small blessing.

Thanks to the good people on tumblr for providing the inspo for this fic. It's looking like it might be a bit of a bonkai slowburn. Tell me what you think so far, I know this chapter is a little short, but the next one will be longer.

What do you think of my twist on the Weird sisters? They're like my favorites on CAOS. What do we think of Bonnie and Kai so far? Tell me all your thoughts on the chapter, I love to read them! Reviews give me life!

Cheers to an awesome 2019 bonkai fam.

Izzy