This is just a quick introduction to my new story. Hope you like it, please review.
Bonnie had always dreamt of death, ever since her Grams had told her that she had once seen a vision of her as a young corpse inside her coffin. Bonnie somehow thought that death was a romantic concept and she always fantasised about it, changing slight details. Death had a pull on her that couldn't be resisted and a part of her was excited about the idea of dying, not that she'd ever tell her friends that! She found it occupied her dreams at night and her thoughts during the day. There was nothing constant in her fantasies, except one face; his face. The face of Damon Salvatore.