Disclaimers : I do not own the Vampire Diaries and Teen Wolf. It is owned by none other than Julie Plec and Jeff Davis. Even though, at times. I seriously wished that I did. But, like every thing in life, you always get what you want. I only own the OC's I make. Along with this plot line, of course.
Author's note : Just for reference, I'm always tired of seeing Bonnie become the sacrificial lamb to Elena and her minions. Literally, each time I see it happen on the show, I feel like I wanted to slap the shot out of her. I can't believe that she would drag herself so low as to save this witch's life time and time again, but yet she still doesn't get the memo. That the girl just thinks of herself and her little minions. Nothing else.
Mandatory Author's note : I think I'm going to restart all of my other stories since, I realize that I've neglected them, and at the moment I can't really think of a thing else for them. But, I'll try my best to get them to work though.
Warnings : If you do not like yaoi ( boy x boy ) or yuri ( girl x girl ), then I'd suggest that you press the little blue back button to return to the previous browser and don't read it then. But, as to my readers, that would like to proceed on to reading the story, then who am I to stop you.
Chapter 1
The True Awakening
( Bonnie's Pov. . . )
Sitting on the couch at my house, I think about the past on how so much has changed. So many times, I let myself get used as a tool for the Salvatore's personal use. All for the sake of Elena freaking Gilbert. The girl whose supposed to be my best-friend only to turn out she was so much the opposite. At every turn, I somehow get caught right in the middle of all this supernatural drama. That I never wanted to be apart of in the first place. And after each and every single time that I save all their collective asses from the problems that they cause in the first damn place, I'd never received anything. No thank you, or no actual real apology. Just this fake bullshit that seems to be going on in a complete circle. To be honest, I'm tired of all this. For some reason, my friends or family is the price every time. I sick of it, and I'm soon reaching my limit. I can feel it. And once I reach it, and I refuse the monster danger whore. I'm willing to bet I'm going to be either hounded by her little Salvatore lap dogs and forced into helping her or be killed later just for refusing to do something I don't want be apart of in the first damn place.
Then something keeps recurring, I see myself doing everything in my power to help this girl, time and time again, for what our so called friendship. She couldn't care less of it, as long as it doesn't get in the way of what she wants. From the way I see it. I was a fool not to think that she was anything but another Katherine. Oh wait a minute, let me back track for a second. What I said was not correct, she is actually worse than her. It makes me sick to see, that I'm here just realizing this now. And how far I let this go on. Too many people died all for the sake of that spoiled, idiotic, danger whore, that I once called my best-friend. From now on Bonnie Bennett, is going to live for Bonnie Bennett. Screw what anyone else thinks.
Now I'm in the bathroom, taking a shower feeling the warm water hitting my skin. Thinking about what I've done in the passed year. How everything had turned out so horrible. And not like I originally planned. I'm supposed to be having fun with my friends, and hunting down colleges in my spare time. But do you see me having time to do any one of those things? No. All cause of a certain Gilbert who can't leave well enough alone and stay away from a world that will lead to only Pain. Heartbreak. Anger. Revenge. And finally Death. Sooner or later, something is going to happen and I'm not going to be there to save their ass every damn time. Breathing out the steam that seemed to radiate off of me. I turned off the water and headed upstairs with my dark navy blue towel around my waist. I made it to my room and slowly took off the towel then placed on my black panties and bra. And slowly placed on some deodorant along with my pajamas then got into my bed. And quickly fall asleep to the rushing cold air. Letting my world soon fall to the gentle yet alluring black darkness take me, as I slumber.
Time flows down the river, and dreams began to lead into ambitions for another day. Here I lay asleep, waiting for my chance to be apart of something that won't either kill me or separate me from my family and friends. But here I'm waiting for something more, maybe I should leave this town. Since there is basically nothing here for me anymore. I mean, with my grams now over there on the other side and my mother was forced into something she despised. And my dad won't set foot back in Mystic Falls unless it's for business reasons. So what's the point in staying here. Other than being a tool, for someone else's personal gain. So It's decided. I will live this hell hole of a town so I can live for once in my life, without the fear of dying or being hurt in the long run. Just be free.
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