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Summary: After the death of her sister, a mourning, introverted and dying to be someone teen falls into a darkness casted over her perfect town when the once perfect people turn the damned as soon as unknown beings came to town.
In The Occult Chronicles, I wanted to write a revision of The Vampire Diaries and instead of it being about Elena, it's about Bonnie and her relationships with the Salvatore siblings. I use plurality because there will be more than just the original brothers, Damon and Stefan.
AU. Bamon x Stefonnie x Bonnie!Katherine.
Let's get started.
Our story begins in the town of Mystic Falls. A town in the state of Virginia. One full of big egos, personalities and supremacy. Along the dimmed streets, behind the large, dark umber colored doors lived families of different backgrounds, stories and hardships. Though, most of them share the same trait of some notoriety, what really lurks in the dark after a mother tucks her child in and assures them of no monsters under their beds or in their closets — is the true infamy.
Mayor Lockwood, his movie quality wife and their golden child, Tyler... who has more hormones than brains had just began the town event in celebration of the "new year". A new year to the people of Mystic Falls is just one big hurray of a new and much greater accomplishment than the last. Just the school year before, the graduating class were the ones that held a set of the highest grades that Mystic Falls has seen in long time.
Everybody was there. Almost.
Like Matt Donovan with his not always accounted for mother, Kelly who disappears faster than the seasons turn. As well as his older sister Vicki. She's never had the best high school record. But if you ask Matt, he'll blame it on her "personal issues". Which was more than understood with what disturbing events had taken place not too long ago.
Although she was dragged there, it's not much of a bad thing that Caroline Forbes was present. Only because she didn't have anything better to do. Also because her mother was the sheriff. Nowadays, Elizabeth Forbes always had her eye on the rebellion phased young girl, with hair of a light honey and eyes blue like the jeans she used to wear. Dark Caroline is quite the contrary against the once bubbly faced, kind hearted and positive side of herself that got buried alive after her father left.
The 40 year old woman who was as dark as the hallways in her home stood at the podium in the middle of the park. Before her, were the townsfolk of Mystic Falls. Truth be told, not every single person was there. One being a vital source that's life has yet to get back on track again. Crystal Bennett waited for silence, her eyes were as bitter as dark chocolate is to taste. Although she was able to dampen her set in stone distasteful mood. Just for a few moments anyway.
"Hi," she spoke. Her voice cracked a bit, quick to go back to its normal state. "I know times have been rough. More for my family than anybody else's but I stand here today to tell everybody that our mourning is over. Which is why this celebration is what I believe we all needed. To remind ourselves that even through dark times, there is always a way to find light…"
Caroline rolled her eyes. She's known Ms. Bennett for as long as she could remember. With that being said and the many years that's passed, Crystal was still the same. The same narcissist. With her all about her, all of the time attitude. You'd think for a second that she didn't have two daughters to care for… except now, she only had one.
"It is what she would have wanted." And with that, the badly timed party continued.
The sound of fireworks cracking in the sky is what brought the 16 year old out of her self induced daydream. Fireworks on a night like this? She thought. It hadn't even been a full month and they're all out there celebrating. Bonnie knew her mom would say it's what Bonnie's late sister would have wanted and that's what Bonnie chose to believe.
Sighing of defeat, she swung her legs over her bed and stood. With short strides, she went into her closet and fell to her knees. Bonnie then lifted up the one and only loose floorboard in her room. Once upon a time, it was filled with the snacks her and her sister weren't supposed to have, but now Bonnie has replaced the chips for her diary.
She reached inside and made herself comfortable on the ground.
September 8th
Dear Diary, I'm still waiting for the crappy part of losing a loved one to be over… Will it ever be over?
Bonnie scoffed and drew a line through the last sentence, quick to replace those words.
Of course it will be over, mourning… the grief, the guilt, the pain? It just takes time.
But she couldn't wait for that time to come.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway and Bonnie's heart dropped. Her mother was home and Bonnie didn't want anything to do with her. Not now…
Bonnie took her diary in hand and dashed for her bed, tucking the book underneath her pillow and laid her head on top of the soft fabric. She evened her staggered breath and closed her eyes. Seconds later, her door creaked open and heels clacked against the hardwood floor.
Crystal cleared her throat and Bonnie could feel her mother's eyes burning through her. The bed dipped down and beside her "sleeping" daughter, sat Crystal. She reached down and began to stroke the brown, almost black hair with a soft hand.
"I will be damned if I ever lose you too, Bonnie."
Whatever her mother meant by that was beyond Bonnie. Ms. Bennett was never one to say such soft spoken words and mean it. Even to her own daughter.