Midnight Return: The Hunters trilogy how it should be.
A/n; Hey guys. I've been thinking about writing this for a while now. As you probably all know, L.J Smith did not write any of The Hunters trilogy; that's books 8, 9, and will be 10 when it comes out in October. It very much irritated me. I read the books out of curiosity. Phantom, was pretty good, but I later found out that Smith's notes were used for it. Moonsong, which was entirely this 'ghost-writer', was awful in my opinion. So, here it is; how The Hunters Trilogy should be written, or my interpretation of it. Updates will be slow as I am in exams, but please read on and let me know what you think! Our story begins just after Damon has revealed himself as alive; to Bonnie, not Elena. I have a short story, Tears of a Bird, which shows this, but you don't have to read it; it will just add to the experience. Lots of Bamon in this, so get ready! ;P Enjoy!
Bonnie McCullough had never felt quite such a mix of emotions at once. She was happy, there was no doubting that. Confusion was also added to the mix. But, most of all, she was shocked. Her days or weeks, perhaps, since the days had blurred into one of grieving, heart breaking over and over again, tormented by her thoughts, were over. Because, she'd been grieving over someone who wasn't really dead at all.
Damon Salvatore was alive.
Well, sort of. He was undead. But still. He wasn't dead and gone, forever. He still walked this earth. He could touch her. He could kiss her. Yes, most certainly, he could kiss her.
It didn't really matter how many times she thought it, though. It just wouldn't sink in. Her thoughts were swirling around and around in her head, like a tornado., or a vicious wave pool, refusing to give up. She felt like she was falling, though she was sat quite still. Falling, into the abyss of memories, and him. It had always been a safe place, but that was destroyed; when he had gone, it had become her hell. Now, it was threatening to engulf her again, but this time…this time, she welcomed it with open arms.
Damon Salvatore is alive.
Damon Salvatore kissed me.
Things will never be the same; but I don't care.
He kissed me. Damon Salvatore kissed me.
He's alive!
It was almost too much for the redhead. Despite all her other thoughts, and the desperate feeling she felt that something was not quite right, something just out of her reach, she was more than excited. It was almost 3am, and Bonnie had not slept. How could she? Not when Damon had come in. Come in, and shocked her. Come in, and kissed her until she could barely breathe. Come in, and taken her heart all over again.
But then, he'd never really not had a hold on her heart.
She wanted to call Elena, call Meredith, call anyone. Tell them. But, she couldn't. Damon had made her promise, made her swear she wouldn't utter a word to anyone; not until the time was right. He knew something about what was going on, with all this mysterious attacks going on. A Phantom, they thought. Yet Damon knew something, knew more than he was letting on.
But Bonnie would keep his secret; she'd keep it to the grave. However, she did hope that it wouldn't be tested; dying right now would really ruin everything.
Finally, after she'd listened to two CDs, read five chapters of the current romance novel she was reading, and paced the room for a while, exhaustion won the battle with the girl. She collapsed into bed, a dreamy smile on her face, as she remembered everything. It'd be okay, she decided. Somehow, she knew that with Damon here, everything would have to be okay.
For a dead-undead guy, Damon was pretty happy. Sure, he had to stick to the shadows, confined to a world of hiding, but it wasn't the first time. He was alive, and here. He could protect them would protect them. The town that somehow, in the midst of all the drama, had actually become somewhere the lone vampire could call a home. The humans he'd protected to the bone, and was almost fond of, now even the Slayer and Mutt. His brother. Elena. Oh, his Elena. He cared for her in ways he didn't know he was capable of. Yes, he loved her. He really did. But he knew now, that it wouldn't happen. She'd made her choice, inadvertently. Stefan. It was always going to be Stefan.
And then there was Bonnie. Sweet, innocent Bonnie McCullough. His Redbird. Not just any Redbird; she was his. Of course, it was complicated. How could it not be? He was a Vampire. A sadistic, twisted vampire. She was literally a teenage witch though nothing like this Sabrina rubbish which often polluted television these days and an innocent, untouched maiden at that. Then there was the fact that he was in love with her best friend. Add into the mix that he was supposed to be dead, and you had yourself a very twisted and all-round wrong situation.
But never, had wrong felt quite as right as this.
Nothing like a quiet life, was there?
And talking of quiet life how had the peace that was supposed to fall over Fell's Church once it was saved? The Last Midnight had gone and passed, so why were they still getting problems? All this time, Damon had wanted adventure. But he could see what this was doing to everyone, especially his baby bird. She just wanted a normal life now well, as normal as you can get when you have vampires left right and centre, but still.
He had a few ideas though, and made a promise to himself there and then; he would do everything in his power to make sure whatever this mysterious force was, going around and attacking their group, it would stop. The vampire would do that; for her. For both of the girls he felt deeply for. For the whole town. Even for himself.
Thinking about Bonnie made him want her more. Before he even became aware of it, Damon's feet were leading him to her house. A quick check of his watch something that was extremely useful, now he was out of all civilization informed him that it was 6am; dawn was just beginning to break.
Knowing nobody would be awake yet, the vampire did not hesitate in leaping up to her windowsill, and peering in. She was curled up on the bed, looking even more miniscule than before. So peaceful, so innocent. It never failed to make Damon grin, something that wasn't always easy. And it was a true smile not one of these smirks full of discreet bitterness that he often wore as a disguise. She really did make him happy.
Noticing the window was open just a crack, Damon managed to pull it open, grinning. He wondered perhaps if she had done this on purpose, wanting to give him a free reign to come and go as he pleased, or whether she'd simply forgotten in the midst of it all. Maybe she even kept her window open a crack all the time. It was then that he realised, how little he knew about her. Sure, they understood each other possibly better than anyone did in the world. But it was the little things he didn't know.
Her favourite colour though deep down, the vampire had a pretty good idea of what her answer would be, just like, next to black, his was the hazel brown of her eyes for example. Simple things, like what she ate for breakfast, what she'd wanted to be when she was younger. All the little things that normal people in relationships not that he was sure it was quite at that stage yet spoke about. But then, in the chaos of it all, things hadn't exactly gone as smooth as normal ones would.
Climbing in the window, Damon walked quietly over to sit next to the sleeping girl, watching her. Not wanting to wake her, he tucked a strand of her hair gently behind her ear, small smile playing on her face.
And then she stirred. Eyes opening blearily, a small squeal escaped her mouth. The girl sat up, looking sleepy, surprised, but most of all, happy. "Damon! I"
She froze, and so did the vampire.
Her eyes closed, and for a moment, Damon wondered if she'd fallen back to sleep, or even passed out. But then, her eyes flickered open again, and...
"Bonnie?" His voice was unsure, incredulous. Because what was looking back at him, was not Bonnie. Sure, she had the same features, but her gorgeous, hazel eyes, were vacant, empty. It took him a while, but soon Damon realized she was in trance.
"He will return," the girl rasped, voice distorted, most unlike her own. "He will return, and the holy one will be sacrificed. The one most pure and innocent. The holy one will be sacrificed, and he will return..."
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Damon caught her as her head flopped backwards. "Redbird? Bonnie? Listen to me, Bonnie. Who will return? Who?"
The girl's eyes opened again, though looking drowsy and sleepy. It gave the vampire the distinct impression that she was half there, half not.
But the next word she uttered, was completely unexpected. Because the next word she spoke, would change everything.
"Klaus."