You're a What?
Rated: PG-13 for now, rating will change to higher
Pairings: D/B, S/B, some D/E, S/E, mentions of Katherine, Emily
A/N: First ever VD fanfic, and I haven't written fanfic in months to a year or so so bear with me!
Summary: What if Bonnie returned to Mystic Falls with another secret?
Bonnie sat in the passenger's seat, staring out the window. The scenery was passing her by so quickly, she missed the welcome sign that Mystic Falls had to offer. It was well past 5 in the evening, and she looked down at the cell phone cradled in her hand. It was almost 6, well, the time certainly passed by. Driving the vehicle was her father, who was very cautious at his daughter's behavior.
"Bonnie, you haven't said a word since I picked you up. Is everything alright?"
Oh so now he wants to be a father figure, thought Bonnie as she let out a sigh, shaking her head some. "No dad, I'm fine. I'm just... not looking forward to coming back is all."
Her father just rose an eyebrow at her comment but nodded his head, not bringing it up again. He assumed that teenagers went through the same thing, very distance and quiet, but even more so after her grandmother's funeral. Bonnie hadn't spoken more than three words at the funeral, before or after it, but gave smiles that really read as "I'm not okay."
The ride back to Mystic Falls was overwhelming to Bonnie and it was clearly all over her face than anything else. Her bags were securely packed in the backseat, her fingers twirled around the long necklace that was now around her neck that looked strangely familiar to the naked eye, but as she brushed away her newly cut and styled hair that grew past her shoulders and watched as they turned down a street that lead to her grandmother's place. Amazingly, the house was left to Bonnie in a will that found in a book in the library. It was almost as if the house was calling to Bonnie as she stepped out the car. Her father was to stay with her for at least a week for her to readjust to being back, and then to return back to business.
"Here we are," he announced, turning off the engine, the radio and the air conditioning. The sun was beginning to turn the beautiful, rosy sunset as she stepped out of the car and grabbed half of her luggage from the backseat. All full of new clothes, mind you.
Bonnie seemed hesitant to walk into the home, and with good reason. She hadn't stepped in since her grandmother's passing. And with her father calling her name, she stepped out of the trance and approached the steps, one foot in front of the other. But when she reached the entry way, she couldn't move past the barrier. "Shit" echoed through her head as she wondered how to get in. "Bonnie, are you waiting for an invitation? Get in here so we can start dinner."
Bingo.
She stepped over the threshold with ease and she could immediately smell the last of her grandmother's perfume in the air. As she grasped onto the necklace around her neck, she went up the stairs to her bedroom that had been untouched since the day she left. She sat her bags down on the bed, and walked around it, and out to the window, gazing at the wooded area behind the home. All the while, she sat down her cell, her jacket around her and a small crystal ball that had been a gift onto the dresser near her and sighed deeply.
But her stomach started to growl, and she was not hungry for the uncooked chicken that was sitting on the counter.
What she wanted wasn't going to be found in the kitchen...
A/N: So, what do you guys think so far? I'm a nervous wreck writing this damn fic but it was on my mind for days!