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[#107] Give Me All of Your Prayers to Sing (TVDverse)
Theme Prompt: #107 - Afterlife
Title: Give Me All of Your Prayers to Sing
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 || SPOILERS for Season 8
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 929
Summary: Bonnie tries to balance having a life of her own with what magic asks of her.
In the world of the supernatural, Bonnie Bennett has seen it all. She’s been a witch, she’s been a hunter, she’s been the anchor to the Other Side, she’s been a ghost. She’s seen the before and after, dealt with Original vampires and dangerous immortals. She’s mourned far more people than she’s cared to after such a brief life. And as far as she’s concerned, after she loses Enzo and they’ve dealt with freeing people from Hell of all things, Bonnie takes charge of her own life.
She’s done being the witch on call, done with bending her own wants to the demands of men like Stefan and Damon Salvatore. So she says goodbye to her friends, saying that she’ll be there if she’s ever truly needed, but she needs to fight for her own life for a change.
So unmoors herself from the life she knew in Mystic Falls and begins the life to come after. It’s a risk, but it feels right and after everything Mystic Falls has cost her, it’s time to begin again, somewhere new.
After all, she promised Enzo. She has to follow through.
Not that troubles don’t find her, anyway.
She’s wandering the streets of London, taking in the sights and sounds, when she notices she’s being followed. She keeps her cool, not wanting to give away to the person in question that she knows he’s there, and continues on her way to the room she’s renting near the West End. Once she gets close enough, she ducks in the open alleyway, waits for her tail to slip in behind her.
Her arm comes up under his chin and shoves him back into the wall. “You’re following me.”
“No, I’m not. I swear.”
“You’ve been following me for almost six blocks. I know a tail when I see one.”
“Really, I swear—”
“I’m really not in the mood to bullshit with you right now. So tell me what you want, or you’re really going to regret wasting my time.”
The man huffs before straightening a bit. “You’re a Bennett witch, yeah?”
“Not sure why that’s any of your business.”
“I need your help.”
“So you followed me, instead of just using your words?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you would help.”
She raises an eyebrow with a smirk. “I’ll save you some time. The answer’s no.”
The man scoffs as she pushes away from him and lets him go. “You haven’t even heard the problem.”
“I don’t need to. But I don’t know you and I have no reason to trust you, so why should I do anything for you.”
“Many people could die.”
She eyes him for a moment, trying to determine if he’s being serious or not, but something about the way he throws that out there makes her think it’s not. She knows what it’s like to have the weight of multiple lives on your shoulders. That’s not how you say it. “Been there, done that,” she throws back at him. “It’s not my problem.”
“I thought Bennett witches are heroes.”
Her shoulders tighten, and she turns to face him again, tipping her head to the side. “And what gave you that impression?”
“They’re… the good witches.”
Bonnie nods again, considering. “And you know what that’s gotten us? Shorter lives, burying more friends than we’d care to admit, and a life that’s essentially a horror show. Vampires and wolves twist our arm to get what we want and never allow us the agency to say no. So you know what? I’m sorry for whatever situation you’re in. But you’re not entitled to my time or my magic.”
The man pauses, looking desperate, before looking down again. “She’s dying. My gran. She hasn’t got long left, but there’s something she needs to do before she passes. Something she won’t be able to do on the Other Side. But I’m not strong enough and neither is she.”
But you are is the unsaid statement. Bonnie tips her head to the side as she listens, but doesn’t say yes or no. She just waits.
“You don’t have to hurt anyone or stop anything. You just have to help cast a spell that’ll give an old lady some peace.”
Bonnie huffs but she doesn’t agree. Not yet. “What’s your name?”
“Ben.”
“What kind of spell?” It’s not that she doesn’t trust Ben—she doesn’t—but she knows that there are layers to these things and people used her before. It’s almost as though he prepared for that question, because he reaches into his backpack and pulls out an old grimoire and flips to the page he needs. Turning it to face her, he allows her to examine it, checking for any catches or issues, and there’s none to be found. The spell is a blessing—a powerful one, but still just a blessing.
That she can do.
She takes a breath and nods. “I’ll help. But you can’t tell anyone else that I was here, or I did this.” She doesn’t need every witch in London knocking on her door.
“Deal.” he nods, offering a small smile. He turns to lead the way out of the alley, and she follows.
“I’m Bonnie, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Bonnie.”
* * * * *
The blessing takes less than an hour. By the end of the evening, Ben’s gran passes peacefully. And for once, Bonnie feels like she used her magic for good, rather than twisted around for evil.
It’s a nice feeling. Maybe it’s the feeling that comes with being free.
Title: Give Me All of Your Prayers to Sing
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 || SPOILERS for Season 8
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 929
Summary: Bonnie tries to balance having a life of her own with what magic asks of her.
In the world of the supernatural, Bonnie Bennett has seen it all. She’s been a witch, she’s been a hunter, she’s been the anchor to the Other Side, she’s been a ghost. She’s seen the before and after, dealt with Original vampires and dangerous immortals. She’s mourned far more people than she’s cared to after such a brief life. And as far as she’s concerned, after she loses Enzo and they’ve dealt with freeing people from Hell of all things, Bonnie takes charge of her own life.
She’s done being the witch on call, done with bending her own wants to the demands of men like Stefan and Damon Salvatore. So she says goodbye to her friends, saying that she’ll be there if she’s ever truly needed, but she needs to fight for her own life for a change.
So unmoors herself from the life she knew in Mystic Falls and begins the life to come after. It’s a risk, but it feels right and after everything Mystic Falls has cost her, it’s time to begin again, somewhere new.
After all, she promised Enzo. She has to follow through.
Not that troubles don’t find her, anyway.
She’s wandering the streets of London, taking in the sights and sounds, when she notices she’s being followed. She keeps her cool, not wanting to give away to the person in question that she knows he’s there, and continues on her way to the room she’s renting near the West End. Once she gets close enough, she ducks in the open alleyway, waits for her tail to slip in behind her.
Her arm comes up under his chin and shoves him back into the wall. “You’re following me.”
“No, I’m not. I swear.”
“You’ve been following me for almost six blocks. I know a tail when I see one.”
“Really, I swear—”
“I’m really not in the mood to bullshit with you right now. So tell me what you want, or you’re really going to regret wasting my time.”
The man huffs before straightening a bit. “You’re a Bennett witch, yeah?”
“Not sure why that’s any of your business.”
“I need your help.”
“So you followed me, instead of just using your words?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you would help.”
She raises an eyebrow with a smirk. “I’ll save you some time. The answer’s no.”
The man scoffs as she pushes away from him and lets him go. “You haven’t even heard the problem.”
“I don’t need to. But I don’t know you and I have no reason to trust you, so why should I do anything for you.”
“Many people could die.”
She eyes him for a moment, trying to determine if he’s being serious or not, but something about the way he throws that out there makes her think it’s not. She knows what it’s like to have the weight of multiple lives on your shoulders. That’s not how you say it. “Been there, done that,” she throws back at him. “It’s not my problem.”
“I thought Bennett witches are heroes.”
Her shoulders tighten, and she turns to face him again, tipping her head to the side. “And what gave you that impression?”
“They’re… the good witches.”
Bonnie nods again, considering. “And you know what that’s gotten us? Shorter lives, burying more friends than we’d care to admit, and a life that’s essentially a horror show. Vampires and wolves twist our arm to get what we want and never allow us the agency to say no. So you know what? I’m sorry for whatever situation you’re in. But you’re not entitled to my time or my magic.”
The man pauses, looking desperate, before looking down again. “She’s dying. My gran. She hasn’t got long left, but there’s something she needs to do before she passes. Something she won’t be able to do on the Other Side. But I’m not strong enough and neither is she.”
But you are is the unsaid statement. Bonnie tips her head to the side as she listens, but doesn’t say yes or no. She just waits.
“You don’t have to hurt anyone or stop anything. You just have to help cast a spell that’ll give an old lady some peace.”
Bonnie huffs but she doesn’t agree. Not yet. “What’s your name?”
“Ben.”
“What kind of spell?” It’s not that she doesn’t trust Ben—she doesn’t—but she knows that there are layers to these things and people used her before. It’s almost as though he prepared for that question, because he reaches into his backpack and pulls out an old grimoire and flips to the page he needs. Turning it to face her, he allows her to examine it, checking for any catches or issues, and there’s none to be found. The spell is a blessing—a powerful one, but still just a blessing.
That she can do.
She takes a breath and nods. “I’ll help. But you can’t tell anyone else that I was here, or I did this.” She doesn’t need every witch in London knocking on her door.
“Deal.” he nods, offering a small smile. He turns to lead the way out of the alley, and she follows.
“I’m Bonnie, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Bonnie.”
The blessing takes less than an hour. By the end of the evening, Ben’s gran passes peacefully. And for once, Bonnie feels like she used her magic for good, rather than twisted around for evil.
It’s a nice feeling. Maybe it’s the feeling that comes with being free.
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She's still very kind at heart - this is why I'm glad the spell she was asked to cast wasn't a malevolent one but a spell that left her feeling good about herself and how she used her magic. Kudos! ❤
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And yes, Bonnie deserves the biggest break after everything the show put her through. Glad you enjoyed.
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Thanks for reading!
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I like that she checked and it really was just a blessing. It seems very healing for her that she used her magic for good. Nice work!
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