Bonnie Bennett (bonniethewitch) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-03-21 12:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !storm of the century, bonnie bennett, cassie blake |
Who: Bonnie, brief Shannon and Cassie
What: Bonnie casts a spell on the Balcoin mark that leads her straight to Cassie
When: Sunday, first day of Storm of the Century
Where: Prison to start and then out in the woods
Warnings: None
Bonnie was tired of staring at her hand, wondering and trying to figure out what it all meant. Willow and Phoebe didn't seem to know either and the last thing Bonnie wanted to do was add to the myriad of problems the witches were already dealing with at the prison. This was most definitely a personal problem that Bonnie had to deal with. Elena and Jeremy couldn't help her. Caroline and Tyler couldn't help her. This was a witch problem, a Bonnie problem. She really wished she could have spent more time with Cassie McBain when she had been haunting her but there was nothing she could do about that now.
But Bonnie wasn't helpless. She never had been and never would be thanks to the Bennett legacy. It just took time for her to recognize and develop her powers. She had already done plenty of incredible things like bringing Jeremy back from the dead for example. But she knew she was still young and just learning. She hadn't even begun to fully tap into the root of her magic, of her power. It was time to learn more about herself and about the mark that had mysteriously appeared on her hand.
There was no spell for this. She was going to have to find the magic within herself and rely on that. It wasn't the first time she'd had to do such a thing. Some things came naturally to hers while others required incantations and ingredients and books. In this case, Bonnie sat on her bunk and closed her eyes. Luckily Penny was off doing Penny things and not distracting the young witch as she meditated. She focused all of her energy on the mark on her hand and thought about the way it had felt when she had banished the ghosts in the prison. It had burned like hellfire and she tried to recall it to the best of her ability. She had been overtaken by rage but it wasn't the anger that had cast the spell to banish the witches. It was easy. She remembered that easy addictive feeling. She knew she was treading dark waters but if she stopped, she would drown.
Something snapped into place. Something strong, something dangerous. Bonnie felt almost possessed as she looked at the mark on her hand.
"I need answers," she said. "Lead me to the answer."
Something pulled her. Almost as if a strong invisible force had wrapped itself around her and pushed her right off of her bunk. She nearly stumbled into Penny's bed with the force of it but she managed to steady herself on the wall.
"I'm ready to know the truth."
Her palm burned and itched, the mark glowing an agitated red as Bonnie silently walked through the prison. She didn't stop to say hello to anyone. She moved forward with a singular focus that kept her from being distracted by outside influences. At the gate, she didn't bother to stop and sign herself out. Shannon happened to be there. She could hear The Slayer calling after her but Bonnie didn't stop. She used her power to open the gates of the prison and let sentry handle closing them. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that Shannon was following her but she didn't say anything to the other girl. If anything she was drawing energy from the strength of The Slayer to help fuel her spell.
It was snowing but it wasn't an uncommon event in Everett. It had snowed quite a bit all winter long making Bonnie homesick for Virginia where the climate was much more tolerable. But the snow was coming down in droves now, big white fluffy flakes that clung to Bonnie's black hair. The wind had picked up a bit but the snow hitting her in the face didn't slow Bonnie down one bit. She just kept walking. Somewhere off in the distance she heard a scuffle and Shannon branched off from her. Bonnie only noticed because the extra bit of power she had been working with had suddenly vanished.
She kept walking, the wind occasionally whipping her hair in her face but she kept walking. She didn't even have a jacket on but she wasn't cold. Somehow all of this felt very right. Somehow all of this lead her straight to a blonde girl who was walking through the woods.
Whatever spell Bonnie had been under was broken and she snapped out of her daze. "Hey." She waved at the blonde and raced over to her as fast as the snow allowed her to. She grabbed the girl's hand and turned it over and saw the same mark there. Bonnie's eyes widened and she let go of the girl's hand and turned her own over so that she could see they shared matching marks.