I went to school as planned — dead ancestors or not — and spent most of the day explaining everything to Caroline between classes. She thought my new astral‑projection‑slash‑blinking thing was "kind of cool" and insisted I learn how to control my "popsicle powers."
When I got home after grabbing a snack at the Grill, I found Qetsiyah sitting on my couch, channel‑hopping like she paid rent. I froze for a second, then calmly dropped my bag on the kitchen table.
"You're back, finally," Qetsiyah said, turning off the TV with a huff. "You have thousands of channels and everything is boring."
"Which is why people use their computers," I said with a shrug. "Are you here to start teaching me?"
"Well, I've got nothing else to do anyway," she replied. "The sooner we start, the better."
"Alright. How do we start?"
"The first step is water. You must learn to mold it to your whims," Tessa said. "Fill a bathtub with water and start shaping it into objects. Begin with large shapes with few details, then move to smaller, more intricate ones. When you can do that, call my name. Bye for now, Frosty."
She vanished as abruptly as she appeared.
I sighed. It made sense — I could control ice, but water was the core element. Air was just the catalyst that froze it. Control the water, control the ice. And control depended on mental strength. If I could create something perfectly detailed, I'd have mastered it.
So I filled the bathtub and spent the next five hours kneeling on the bathroom floor trying to make a trident out of water. The details were a nightmare. Well… guess I wasn't leaving the house this weekend.
17 March 2010
Five days.
The trident took two. After that, I decided to make a music box — not a functional one, but one with all the tiny details. The ballerina, the carved flowers, the little hinges. It took three days to maintain all the details at once. I skipped three days of classes, but whatever.
"Qetsiyah, you there?" I called, smirking. I was feeling very accomplished.
"Qetsiyah is such a mouthful. Call me Tessa," my god‑like ancestor said from behind me, making me jump.
"Tessa, I did what you said." I held up the water‑music‑box.
She inspected it, then gave a brief smile. "Very good. Now turn it into ice."
"Right now?" I asked. She nodded.
I focused on the air without losing focus on the water — if I slipped, the decorations would collapse. Slowly, the base froze, then the top. When it was done, I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.
"You're doing better than expected," Tessa said, sounding almost proud. "It only took you five days to mold an element to this extent. Water is supposed to be uncontrollable, yet you bend it. The next step is time. You took fifteen minutes to freeze that small box. How will you attack if it takes you this long? Also, you need to leave this house — you look like a ghost, and I'm the dead one."
"No need to tell me twice. Caroline already threatened to break down my door if I didn't show up to school tomorrow."
"Good. And clean yourself up. Can't have my descendants looking dead while standing next to a goddamn doppelgänger." She sniffed, petty as ever.
"Got it."
"Call me when you can mold and freeze water in under twenty seconds. Until then — toodles."
She vanished again. Honestly? I thought she'd be worse than Emily. Turns out she's a chill teacher… when she's not plotting doppelgänger torture.
24 March 2010
I considered knocking, then decided against it. I pushed open the Salvatore Boarding House door with an annoyed look.
"Hey, you're here," Caroline said, hugging me.
"Oh yeah, I got Stefan's messages — which I ignored." I glared at the younger Salvatore. "I came to remind you this isn't the 19th century and you can't boss me around like a slave, Peaches."
"That's not what I meant at all, Bonnie," Stefan said, frowning.
"If you want something from me, you end your text with 'let's make a deal.' Got it?"
"How about a deal then, Glinda?" Damon called before Stefan could reply. I turned to see him, Alaric, and a table full of weapons.
"I'm listening."
Damon opened his mouth, but Jeremy burst into the room. "We're going to kill Katherine."
"I can explain," Stefan said quickly, worried.
I laughed. Damon smirked — he knew I'd be on board. "If that's all you wanted, you could've just said so. I don't mind killing that skank pro bono."
"Did you bring your grimoire?" Stefan asked after Alaric's hunter‑weapons show‑and‑tell.
"No, but I know what you need." I smirked. "A boundary spell to trap Katherine, right?"
"We can isolate her away from the others. Please, Bonnie," Stefan said, giving me pleading eyes.
"It's fine. Just next time don't be a bitch, Peaches. If you want something, ask — don't demand I show up with my grimoire."
I looked at the others.
"Are you sure you don't want me there tonight?" Alaric asked. Honestly, he should come — he was the only experienced hunter here.
"No, I need you to stay with Elena. I don't want her to know about this," Stefan said.
I rolled my eyes. Of course. Precious Elena. She was definitely going to get linked to Katherine and suffer for it. Not my problem.
"Okay. I'll make sure she doesn't leave my sight," Ric said. It sounded like he was babysitting a toddler.
"Alright, if anyone wants to back out, speak now," Stefan said.
"Yeah, cold feet speak now," Damon added, looking at Caroline.
"I won't," Caroline said. "She threatened my mom. I'm down as long as there's no werewolf running around."
"Oh, I took care of Mason," Damon said smugly.
"As long as Tyler doesn't kill anyone, he won't turn," Jeremy said.
I mentally noted that Tyler was going to kill someone tonight. Again — not my circus.
"Bonnie? Are you with us?" Stefan asked.
"Sure. Pro bono literally means 'for the public good,' which I think we can all agree fits this situation perfectly."
"Tonight Katherine gets a stake through her heart," Damon declared.
Let's get this party started.