Who: Bonnie Bennett and OTA! When: Evening Where: Mystic Grill What: Grabbing some food. Rating: Pg-13 Status: Incomplete/ Open
Offering a wave to Matt, the witch slipped into a corner booth and ordered up a sandwich and chips with an iced tea on the side. As she tore open packets of sugar and dumped them into the unsweetened brew, Bonnie looked around the small bar and hang out. Honestly, it was kind of quiet tonight and strangely, all her senses were on high. Odd. Klaus had left town a month ago, taking Stefan with him, and since then it had been rather quiet. Even Damon was behaving.
Bonnie had left for a good couple weeks herself. She didn't want to go, not with Jeremy fresh from his near death experience, but she needed to get a better grasp on her powers and her small vacation, me time, helped with that. She was still toting the power of a hundred dead witches through her blood stream after all, not to mention her own growing abilities and nature around her just waiting to be tapped. Yes, Bonnie was quite the little power house now. Though too much of it and she would be dead too. If Klaus ever came back, Bonnie had the feeling that it would be her and her alone that stood a decent chance of defeating him. It was a big maybe too.
Stirring up her drink, she took a sip and picked idly at her chips. Yes, something was off, churning her stomach in waves. Things had changed. She could sense it. Her skin prickled. Like the time she had met the other witches. Were their others in town or was it just the dead ones whispering among themselves like always?