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Chapter 1

Bonnie in Underland

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One that approaches the unknown can bring immediate fear, especially in the most comfortable of situations. It seemed like another dreadful day floating about unnoticed. She had found a room for herself in the boarding house that was the most undisturbed. It was dusky, and particles that floated about caught the orange glow of the sun. The witch was finally coming to terms with her demise until a slow and chilling process began. At first, it felt like cool rain gently tickling her skin even though it was impossible to ...rain in the boarding house?

The witch dropped her head checking her hands and face, they were definitely dry. The unexpected shower of droplets grew thicker... colder. Cold thick slime ran all over her body, the feeling went from curious to completely uncomfortable. Thick black liquid started to cover her finger tips and swallowed up her hands. She soon found out shaking them only made it spread faster. What was this? Some sort of... dark magic? It felt like magic. Was it the veil?

Even though she had no use for air she found herself gasping as it spread across her chest and abdomen, then quickly down her legs. Ice cold thick sand swallowed her up. She fell even deeper and let out a fearful cry as she was dragged into limbo.

Bonnie's mind raced in the paralyzing darkness. Magic would work, that wasn't the problem. She wasn't able to reverse something if she had no idea what it was in the first place. Soon it crawled into her ears, nose and throat, Bonnie clawed at it the best she could. Even if she were alive, who would save her. She wished one of those damn brothers or even her best friend Caroline could help her but that luxury was long gone. She couldn't move, scream, or even breathe. Once it completely consumed her which felt like forever, everything opened up releasing her. Her back landed on solid ground.

Her body vibrated and her skin tingled. Little pricks spread along her flesh.

'I can feel?'

The sound of rushing water flooded her ears, and a muffled voice could be heard in the distance. The witch began to tremble in the cold depths.

'Chanting? In Latin?' It sounded like Latin. The soft muffled noises became clearer as her form reached the shore of the blackened beach of her mind. Did she dare climb ashore by opening her eyes? The way the moisture clung to her body weighed her down. Whatever she was experiencing was finally over. Her head had eased its throbbing she had not noticed earlier. It was now eerily silent. Slowly squinting her eyes the first thing she noticed was the flickering glow of candlelight in a place that was dark, warm, and dry. Bonnie strained here eyes looking throughout the dim light making out a figure on their knees before her. Doubled over, it was an elderly woman with pale skin and blonde hair so thin her scalp was visible.

The woman seemed to be in her mid 70's not that she had aged well, Bonnie could smell the death on her. As her vision became more clear she observed the stout witch or maybe she was a slight hunchback. Her eyes were glazed over, rocking back and forth as a mixture of snot and blood ran down her nose. Bonnie's orbs wandered past the old witch to view her setting, she was back in the cave that she died in. In her own body. Yet it was wet with a cold sweat, her hair and clothes clinging to her.

Bonnie wanted to thank her, ask her why she did it, and who she was... anything and everything. The moment she opened her mouth, instead of words a thick black liquid gushed from her mouth. The chanting stopped immediately as Bonnie sat upright and vomited. Parts of words would form between each breath until she emptied herself completely on the ground in front of her. The old woman stared at Bonnie with relief at first and then elsewhere. She pushed herself off of the ground and staggered past Bonnie in a dirty pastel floral house robe. "My Hen-enry." The old woman stuttered through the tears she struggled to hold back. Confused, the witch managed to sit upright without the help of her arms. Her head carefully turned to the direction the old woman ran to.

Not very tall but not short, not very lean but not very bulky, not a very kind face or human at all. Damon Salvator's hand wrapped firmly around a middle age'd man's throat whom Bonnie assumed to be the woman's son. As his body fell to the floor limply, the woman crawled to his side. The vampire's bright wild eyes had been staring at the witch in shock. It looked like him but it wasn't the same Damon she remembered. His hair was overgrown framing his face and jaw. Facial hair which seemed to have been grown out for weeks. His brows rose as he slowly made his way towards her, his steps careful and silent. Not approaching to quickly as if she were an unassuming fawn in the woods.

Bonnie wasn't sure why he would go through the trouble, but it was something he would do. To threaten a witch by harming her loved one. No words were exchanged. Green eyes already judging stared back into wide icy blue ones fiercely but her body managed to push itself way against the cave wall. His face screamed, 'What the hell were you thinking?!'. She realized she must have been sinking in those dreams for a while, months must have passed. She never remembered letting anyone else know where her body was hidden. It made her wonder how long it took him to find her and the purpose of him being her savior.

"Welcome back." The words were his but the voice was off. It was cold, dry, and raspy. Bonnie wanted to reply but her lips were tightly pressed together. He was a mess and seemed to have lost his mind. Wrapping her hands around herself, she glanced at the old woman and son stumble out of the cave. Damon remained still eyeing her face and clothing. The old woman kept her preserved long enough to find a way to awaken her and now she was probably alive but powerless. Everything about her smelled human. That was a problem.

Damon removed his jacket and draped it around the witch who was covered in a cold sweat. Clearing her throat she began doing what made the most sense to her. "W-what happened? Who was that Damon?" He closed his eyes and leaned away, pushing the dirty black strands out of his face. She patiently watched him pace as he drew in a sharp breath.

"For one. Welcome to hell Bonnie."

"What?!"

The sudden spring in her movement only gave her a headache. Wincing, she leaned back against the cave wall and brought her fingertips to her temples. "Figure of speech." His voice softened to a more tired one. Bonnie could tell he was almost as neurotic as the day they met.

"What about those two people that left. What did you do to them?" Why was it when Damon was involved someone always had to get hurt?

"Well. Little Henry kept you preserved while I kept his mommy hostage until she could find a way to raise you from the dead. Then I just kind of had a 'Wake Up' party."

"But why? I could of found a way somehow. Where is everyone else?"

"You're a little late with the 'revival' Bonnie. And everyone else?" There was no reason to explain anything anymore because nothing made sense anyway. Damon crouched down close to the witch, palms on either side of her small face gazing down with wild eyes. "Jeremy's life was given back in vain. He's dead. Elena left. I don't know where Stefan is. Klaus dragged Caroline along. I don't know what happened to them. I don't care either. Not after the spread." The witch squirmed at his words but his hands squeezed her skull gently to still her before he continued.

"They stopped looking for a way to bring you back Bonnie. They've been trying to keep everyone else they knew alive." Bonnie shook her head in his grip, holding the jacket tighter. "After the veil... the supernaturals... at first we thought they would stay dead after we killed them but they only the souls left, the bodies became ... like these puppets without minds. Silas is controlling them, making them feed on people."

"Damon. Are you saying they're walking dead?"

"They're still somewhat immortal as long as they feed but they have no soul Bonnie. So yes. They've been feeding on living supernatuals too."

"So you-you bring me back into this?!"

A husky cackle escaped him as he pulled her up by the shoulders. The nearly two centuries old vampire truly had lost his mind. She expected him to keep his cool. To act like everything was under control. 'Is it really that bad?'

"I had fucking no choice Bonnie! I needed my partner back."

Damon is out there looking like a cave man threatening old ladies. Where is Stefan when you need him?

Thank you for reading!