Yes, another Klonnie story. I can't help it I just ship them like crazy lol. I haven't forgotten about my other Klonnie one it's just I had this idea the other day and I really wanted to write about it! This is going to be a very short chapter, more of an introduction then chapter 2 and onwards will be longer. Also I'm going to apologise in advanced for any historical inaccuracies, I've never studied the Vikings before. I hope you like and please review!

Bonnie looked up at the abandoned witch house in front of her, she had no idea why she was there but she felt like she needed to be here, like something was pulling her here. The young witch walked into the house with caution there was just something a little off; she could sense there was another presence in the abandoned house. She knew it did not belong to any of the spirits of the dead witches who had died here, they had all moved on after she brought Jeremy back to life, but there was something, or someone.

She continued to walk further into the dusty old home, eyeing each room she passed. Once she reached the room where most of her spells had taken place, she saw a figure standing by the fire place. The stranger had her back to the younger witch but Bonnie was able to see that she was a woman.

"I'm glad you could make it, Bonnie," the strange woman said, turning around to face the teen, "there isn't a need to be frightened, I mean well," Bonnie studied the strangers appearance, she looked to be in her mid-thirties and was tall and slim with long, wavy, blonde hair and a pale complexion, she had a beautiful and friendly face.

"Who are you?" Bonnie demanded, making sure her tone had a fierce edge to it.

"My name is Tamara," she walked up to Bonnie and held out her hand for Bonnie to take, "you can trust me."

The younger girl slowly raised her hand to Tamara's and as soon as they made contact, Bonnie felt it a familiar feeling, but it also held something unfamiliar, something she couldn't put her finger on.

"You're a witch" Bonnie realised, letting go of her hand.

Tamara nodded her head, "I am,"

"Did you force me to come here?" Bonnie asked while looking around the room.

Tamara pointed over to the fireplace and noticed a hair brush, one that she must have left here when she faked her death, "I used that to form…I guess you can call it connection between us and that is what brought you here," she explained to the younger witch, "like a said before, Bonnie, I mean you no harm."

"Then why did you call me here?" Bonnie question and her voice rose slightly.

"I know this will seem odd, but you are needed for something, something important."

"What?"

Tamara shook her head, "I'm sorry, but that I cannot tell you. You will only know when the time is right."

"What does that even mean?" Bonnie questioned the older witch.

"When you do what you are needed to do, then you will return home," she told Bonnie whose eyes widened.

"Return home? What do you mean return home? What is this?" Bonnie shot at Tamara, none of this was making any sense. Who was this witch? What the hell was she talking about?

"Believe me when I say that no harm will come to you, you will be protected," Tamara said taking a step towards Bonnie.

"What are you talking about?" The young witch was so confused and a little fearful.

"Bonnie, please just trust me," the older witch pleaded, "the spirits chose you to do this and they will look after you," she said, raising her hands to the younger witches face, "you don't need to be scared."

"What do you need me to do?" Bonnie asked wearily.

"What you need cannot be found anywhere in the current world," she explained, "You need to go back, back to when it began."

The fear welled inside the young teenager; she did not have a good feeling about this.

"Close your eyes and remember, Bonnie, no harm will come to you," Tamara whispered to reassure the young girl.

Bonnie closed her eyes and felt Tamara place two fingers on her forehead, when she opened her eyes; she was no longer inside the witch house. Bonnie now stood in the middle of a very unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar time. Everything was so different; there were camp fires on the ground, hut-like houses made from wood and women dressed in long dress and then men in tunics and pants. Looking down at herself, she noticed she was now wearing a long dress, made out of some sort of cloth, with long sleeves.

Where had Tamara sent her?

"Hello," a sweet voice from behind her greeted, Bonnie turned and came face to face with the Original vampire, Rebekah.

Okay this is where I'm going to leave it for now. The next chapter will be up very soon and be much longer! And I promise it will get better I just really wanted to get this out! Please review.