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Chapter #1
Bonnie walked silently along the dark streets of Fell's Church. She had been restless, and lately found that only walking could help soothe her. There was so much pent up energy inside of her, truly as if something was waiting to burst. And perhaps something was, it had been a long while since she had tried any magic. It had been a long while since there had been a call for any magic.
Bonnie's thoughts invariably turned to what they always did in the dark, last summer, and her dear friends. It was hard to believe that it had only been a couple of months since then, it seemed like an eternity. They were all gone now. Stefan, Damon, and Elena, all gone back to Italy, where they could start a new life. Meredith was gone as well, she had decided to go to Duke University after all, and be with Alaric. As for Matt, Matt remained in Fell's Church, along with Bonnie. The only two left, the only ones to remember the terror of last year. Nobody else wanted to believe, even Caroline had fallen into denial again, and she had seen more first hand than anybody. As for anybody else who had been a witness, they were dead.
The trees hugged the sidewalks Bonnie strode on. It was almost fall, and a chill was just starting to show in the air. The trees were turning bare, and everything was silent, everything was still. And Bonnie was still unable to turn back home. Nothing seemed amiss, but her intuitions were aroused again, seemingly for the first time since their group had parted, and she was not one to ignore her instincts. Something was wrong.
Or was there really something wrong? Of course, Bonnie could not help but feel uneasy after the kind of year they had had. It seemed as if every unimaginable terror had chosen to target their small town, the holding place of unquiet spirits. First Stefan, though that had not been terrifying, followed by Damon, which had been terrifying at first. Then Katherine had been revealed, followed by an even worse foe, Klaus, who gave one of their own classmates the secret to change into a hideous werewolf. One thing after another, it did not stop.
And through it all had been her dear friend Elena, targeted by the darkness from the beginning by Katherine. Elena had been torn apart by so many conflictions, the least of all a terrible love triangle with Stefan and Damon. Elena had also died. But by some miracle, which Bonnie had a part to play in herself, she had been returned to them. So it would stand to reason that nothing more could possibly happen to Fell's Church, but Bonnie did not think so. Unquiet spirits still reigned, and more blood had been spilled since then. If anything, Bonnie thought morbidly to herself, the stage was now set for something even bigger than what they had seen before.
Bonnie suddenly paused in her walking and stood stock still. She had allowed herself to wander close to the cemetery, a very stupid thing to do, and now she heard something in the undergrowth around it, something big, not just a stray or harmless animal. Bonnie tried frantically to decide whether to run now or stay to fight and find out what it was, but the only result was a lock on all of her muscles. Inwardly, Bonnie cursed at herself. For all of her supposed intuition, she could still forget where she was and where danger would most likely lie. Of all people, she should know to avoid this cursed cemetery at all costs.
Another sound, closer this time, and Bonnie froze even more. There was now not even an option of moving. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Vainly, she wished for her friends, Elena and Meredith. They had always been the ones to know what to do, Bonnie herself had always felt like an accessory. But they were not here, and all Bonnie had to rely upon were her previous thoughts of impending doom.
Just when Bonnie thought she would just pass out from terror of the unknown, a figure stepped in front of her. The person's hair stuck about wildly, and for a terrible instant she thought that Klaus had managed to return.
"Bonnie?" came a voice, "what are you doing here?"
Bonnie's breath exploded from her and she staggered, fearing she would collapse anyway. A strong hand reached out to steady her, and she looked up into blue eyes. Matt, of course.
"Why do you always try to scare me to death by showing up in unexpected places?" Bonnie demanded.
Matt's hand withdrew but he stepped closer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be wandering around by yourself in the middle of the night. Now I will ask again, what are you doing here?"
Bonnie shrugged, "I don't know myself. All I know is that I have not been able to sleep right this past month, and walking is the only thing that eases my mind."
Matt looked concerned, "What is troubling you? Surely you don't think something else has come?" His voice trailed off and his expression was pleading, begging Bonnie to reassure him that nothing was wrong.
Bonnie only closed her eyes and sighed, "I don't know what to think. I have been reluctant to do anything with magic, so I have not bothered to analyze it or find any more out. I don't want to know. But now it's getting too strong to ignore, I can't sleep, I can barely eat, I don't even know what I'm doing these days."
Matt looked at her steadily, accepting what she was saying grimly. Finally, he spoke up, "Why didn't we leave like the others? Obviously Fell's Church is some kind of Hell-hole that attracts everything, so you would think we'd be smart enough to get out of here."
"Leaving something does not make it go away," Bonnie replied, "and we can't just leave the town wide open."
"Why not?" Matt's voice suddenly rose, "Why should we bother to care about this town anymore, along with it's wretched inhabitants? They have never done anything for us, besides deny everything, even the deaths of their own. Especially Elena," Matt had to take a breath and calm himself. The thought of Elena still had the power to upset him, Bonnie saw. "And the way they treated Stefan, when he risked everything to save them. I say we just leave and let them all fend for themselves."
Bonnie stepped closer and reached a hand out to brush strands of hair off of his forehead. "You know as well as I do that we can't just leave. There was a reason that Elena, Stefan, and even us risked so much. The reason may never be clear, but we just can't abandon this town. Not after all we have been through."
Matt sighed, his head down. When he looked back up his eyes were still grim, but resolute. "So what is the new evil that we will have to risk life and limb to battle?"
"Let's find out. We need a candle," was all Bonnie said.
The match rasped to life and threw flames across Bonnie's pale face, making her red curls flame. Matt sat across from her, his steady blue eyes watching carefully as Bonnie touched the flame to the white candle. They were in Bonnie's room, where they had gone to perform the ritual in peace and without conflicting influences. Bonnie's parents were gone, they were alone in the house.
"I still don't understand," Matt said for perhaps the tenth time since Bonnie had suggested using the candle, "the only time you used a candle before was to channel Honoria. And she is gone, she even said she will be of no more help."
"I know that," Bonnie snapped, growing slightly annoyed. Nobody ever expected her to know exactly what she was doing. "I'm going to leave myself open to anything out there, anything that wants to communicate and let us know if anything else has come here."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Matt asked quietly.
Bonnie glared up at him, "No more dangerous than battling crazy vampires and getting involved with two others. No more dangerous with associating with vampires at all, even Elena. Though," Bonnie added as an afterthought, "Elena is not a vampire anymore."
Matt was not impressed with her outburst and only said calmly, "I don't think anybody knows what Elena is anymore."
Bonnie ignored the statement and placed the candle in front of her. "Don't talk to me now," she told Matt, "only think of drawing in whatever might be out there, and something that would be helpful. We don't need a regular spirit who won't tell us anything."
The pair fell silent, Bonnie staring intensely into the candle. Matt stared at the candle, but his glance would often flicker towards Bonnie's intense, small face. She had changed a lot in the last year. She used to be not capable of harming a fly, now she had a power none of them had, and though still reluctant to use it, it could prove to be quite intense. She had also lost a lot of innocence that had once been part of her character, and had become hard. But was that really so surprising? After the kind of year they had, he doubted any were the same, or could ever hope to be.
Matt was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a low moan come from Bonnie. He stared at her face, drained of color, with unseeing eyes. It was a face he knew only too well. She started to speak, but it was not her voice, nor that of Honoria's. It was a gruff voice, deep and urgent.
"Spirits themselves will never die, not when their blood still lives. Danger, once thought to be removed, has a way of coming back. The danger always lies," suddenly Bonnie looked straight at Matt, but he could swear that something else was seeing him, a weird light shone in them, "Blood that has no where to go will always return to where it knows. Your only hope…" The words cut off and Bonnie shuddered. Matt reached out and grabbed her before she slumped facedown onto the floor.
"Bonnie?" Matt called her name as he shook her gently. Slowly, her eyes opened, and they were her eyes, without any weird reflections.
"Matt? What happened, what did I say?" Bonnie demanded.
Matt shook his head, "I'm not sure what you said. It was kind of like riddles, talking of blood that stays behind after the danger is gone, or something. That does not necessarily mean something has come. It could have been some spirit just messing with us."
Bonnie shook her head, "I don't think he would just mess with us. I could feel him, he was quite powerful. Those kinds of spirits don't waste their time playing pranks. I think we're going to need help."
Bonnie and Matt stared at each other. They said no more, but each knew exactly what Fell's Church would need if something new had indeed come. "I'll get the hair and blood," was all Matt said before getting up and leaving Bonnie in the room to set up the rest.
Chapter #1
Bonnie walked silently along the dark streets of Fell's Church. She had been restless, and lately found that only walking could help soothe her. There was so much pent up energy inside of her, truly as if something was waiting to burst. And perhaps something was, it had been a long while since she had tried any magic. It had been a long while since there had been a call for any magic.
Bonnie's thoughts invariably turned to what they always did in the dark, last summer, and her dear friends. It was hard to believe that it had only been a couple of months since then, it seemed like an eternity. They were all gone now. Stefan, Damon, and Elena, all gone back to Italy, where they could start a new life. Meredith was gone as well, she had decided to go to Duke University after all, and be with Alaric. As for Matt, Matt remained in Fell's Church, along with Bonnie. The only two left, the only ones to remember the terror of last year. Nobody else wanted to believe, even Caroline had fallen into denial again, and she had seen more first hand than anybody. As for anybody else who had been a witness, they were dead.
The trees hugged the sidewalks Bonnie strode on. It was almost fall, and a chill was just starting to show in the air. The trees were turning bare, and everything was silent, everything was still. And Bonnie was still unable to turn back home. Nothing seemed amiss, but her intuitions were aroused again, seemingly for the first time since their group had parted, and she was not one to ignore her instincts. Something was wrong.
Or was there really something wrong? Of course, Bonnie could not help but feel uneasy after the kind of year they had had. It seemed as if every unimaginable terror had chosen to target their small town, the holding place of unquiet spirits. First Stefan, though that had not been terrifying, followed by Damon, which had been terrifying at first. Then Katherine had been revealed, followed by an even worse foe, Klaus, who gave one of their own classmates the secret to change into a hideous werewolf. One thing after another, it did not stop.
And through it all had been her dear friend Elena, targeted by the darkness from the beginning by Katherine. Elena had been torn apart by so many conflictions, the least of all a terrible love triangle with Stefan and Damon. Elena had also died. But by some miracle, which Bonnie had a part to play in herself, she had been returned to them. So it would stand to reason that nothing more could possibly happen to Fell's Church, but Bonnie did not think so. Unquiet spirits still reigned, and more blood had been spilled since then. If anything, Bonnie thought morbidly to herself, the stage was now set for something even bigger than what they had seen before.
Bonnie suddenly paused in her walking and stood stock still. She had allowed herself to wander close to the cemetery, a very stupid thing to do, and now she heard something in the undergrowth around it, something big, not just a stray or harmless animal. Bonnie tried frantically to decide whether to run now or stay to fight and find out what it was, but the only result was a lock on all of her muscles. Inwardly, Bonnie cursed at herself. For all of her supposed intuition, she could still forget where she was and where danger would most likely lie. Of all people, she should know to avoid this cursed cemetery at all costs.
Another sound, closer this time, and Bonnie froze even more. There was now not even an option of moving. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Vainly, she wished for her friends, Elena and Meredith. They had always been the ones to know what to do, Bonnie herself had always felt like an accessory. But they were not here, and all Bonnie had to rely upon were her previous thoughts of impending doom.
Just when Bonnie thought she would just pass out from terror of the unknown, a figure stepped in front of her. The person's hair stuck about wildly, and for a terrible instant she thought that Klaus had managed to return.
"Bonnie?" came a voice, "what are you doing here?"
Bonnie's breath exploded from her and she staggered, fearing she would collapse anyway. A strong hand reached out to steady her, and she looked up into blue eyes. Matt, of course.
"Why do you always try to scare me to death by showing up in unexpected places?" Bonnie demanded.
Matt's hand withdrew but he stepped closer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be wandering around by yourself in the middle of the night. Now I will ask again, what are you doing here?"
Bonnie shrugged, "I don't know myself. All I know is that I have not been able to sleep right this past month, and walking is the only thing that eases my mind."
Matt looked concerned, "What is troubling you? Surely you don't think something else has come?" His voice trailed off and his expression was pleading, begging Bonnie to reassure him that nothing was wrong.
Bonnie only closed her eyes and sighed, "I don't know what to think. I have been reluctant to do anything with magic, so I have not bothered to analyze it or find any more out. I don't want to know. But now it's getting too strong to ignore, I can't sleep, I can barely eat, I don't even know what I'm doing these days."
Matt looked at her steadily, accepting what she was saying grimly. Finally, he spoke up, "Why didn't we leave like the others? Obviously Fell's Church is some kind of Hell-hole that attracts everything, so you would think we'd be smart enough to get out of here."
"Leaving something does not make it go away," Bonnie replied, "and we can't just leave the town wide open."
"Why not?" Matt's voice suddenly rose, "Why should we bother to care about this town anymore, along with it's wretched inhabitants? They have never done anything for us, besides deny everything, even the deaths of their own. Especially Elena," Matt had to take a breath and calm himself. The thought of Elena still had the power to upset him, Bonnie saw. "And the way they treated Stefan, when he risked everything to save them. I say we just leave and let them all fend for themselves."
Bonnie stepped closer and reached a hand out to brush strands of hair off of his forehead. "You know as well as I do that we can't just leave. There was a reason that Elena, Stefan, and even us risked so much. The reason may never be clear, but we just can't abandon this town. Not after all we have been through."
Matt sighed, his head down. When he looked back up his eyes were still grim, but resolute. "So what is the new evil that we will have to risk life and limb to battle?"
"Let's find out. We need a candle," was all Bonnie said.
The match rasped to life and threw flames across Bonnie's pale face, making her red curls flame. Matt sat across from her, his steady blue eyes watching carefully as Bonnie touched the flame to the white candle. They were in Bonnie's room, where they had gone to perform the ritual in peace and without conflicting influences. Bonnie's parents were gone, they were alone in the house.
"I still don't understand," Matt said for perhaps the tenth time since Bonnie had suggested using the candle, "the only time you used a candle before was to channel Honoria. And she is gone, she even said she will be of no more help."
"I know that," Bonnie snapped, growing slightly annoyed. Nobody ever expected her to know exactly what she was doing. "I'm going to leave myself open to anything out there, anything that wants to communicate and let us know if anything else has come here."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Matt asked quietly.
Bonnie glared up at him, "No more dangerous than battling crazy vampires and getting involved with two others. No more dangerous with associating with vampires at all, even Elena. Though," Bonnie added as an afterthought, "Elena is not a vampire anymore."
Matt was not impressed with her outburst and only said calmly, "I don't think anybody knows what Elena is anymore."
Bonnie ignored the statement and placed the candle in front of her. "Don't talk to me now," she told Matt, "only think of drawing in whatever might be out there, and something that would be helpful. We don't need a regular spirit who won't tell us anything."
The pair fell silent, Bonnie staring intensely into the candle. Matt stared at the candle, but his glance would often flicker towards Bonnie's intense, small face. She had changed a lot in the last year. She used to be not capable of harming a fly, now she had a power none of them had, and though still reluctant to use it, it could prove to be quite intense. She had also lost a lot of innocence that had once been part of her character, and had become hard. But was that really so surprising? After the kind of year they had, he doubted any were the same, or could ever hope to be.
Matt was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a low moan come from Bonnie. He stared at her face, drained of color, with unseeing eyes. It was a face he knew only too well. She started to speak, but it was not her voice, nor that of Honoria's. It was a gruff voice, deep and urgent.
"Spirits themselves will never die, not when their blood still lives. Danger, once thought to be removed, has a way of coming back. The danger always lies," suddenly Bonnie looked straight at Matt, but he could swear that something else was seeing him, a weird light shone in them, "Blood that has no where to go will always return to where it knows. Your only hope…" The words cut off and Bonnie shuddered. Matt reached out and grabbed her before she slumped facedown onto the floor.
"Bonnie?" Matt called her name as he shook her gently. Slowly, her eyes opened, and they were her eyes, without any weird reflections.
"Matt? What happened, what did I say?" Bonnie demanded.
Matt shook his head, "I'm not sure what you said. It was kind of like riddles, talking of blood that stays behind after the danger is gone, or something. That does not necessarily mean something has come. It could have been some spirit just messing with us."
Bonnie shook her head, "I don't think he would just mess with us. I could feel him, he was quite powerful. Those kinds of spirits don't waste their time playing pranks. I think we're going to need help."
Bonnie and Matt stared at each other. They said no more, but each knew exactly what Fell's Church would need if something new had indeed come. "I'll get the hair and blood," was all Matt said before getting up and leaving Bonnie in the room to set up the rest.