Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries is copyright © L.J. Smith and all others associated with legal rights.
Author's note: Well, this is it! My first multi-chapter TVD fanfic. My goal was to write a story about my favorite pairing (Bonnie and Damon) and insert some supernatural conflict. You see, I sorely lack in the action/adventure department. So, my dear readers, hopefully you will be able to find some violence but also some tender moments within this fic. Please don't hesitate to offer C&C. I love to hear from you guys! The first chapter will be short, so I apologize in advance, as this entire story won't be terribly long. Though I do hope you'll enjoy what's to come.
EDIT 05/02/11 Important note: This story takes place long after the events of The Return trilogy. I probably should have mentioned that before, but I only realized it once I started working on the next chapters that I (or Bonnie, rather) mentions certain events that occurred within those books.
So enough with the talking and on with the story!
"Dreamin' Demon"
Chapter One
The darkness was unbearable for Bonnie McCullough. She withheld her first urge, which was to cry for help, because she knew she had to stay out of sight. Where this fear of being discovered stemmed from she had no idea. Nothing was making sense. She felt goose bumps erupt across her arms and that was when she heard how loud her breathing was. She threw her hands over her mouth and she tried to control her breathing through her nose. She kept it slow and steady but not too loud. The sound of her speedy heartbeat only reminded her of how frightened she was.
Where am I? How did I get here? Is someone really after me?
These thoughts swam through Bonnie's head as she helplessly groped through the abyss with hopes that her fingers would make contact with anything at this point.
Why does it have to be so dark? This is really weird. It's like I'm trapped in absolute nothing. A super dark nothing.
A tremble shot through her as she felt something rough and calloused quickly brush along the back of her neck and down her backside. She gasped and spun around in response even though she was virtually blind.
"Hello? Who's out there?"
She flattened her palms against her chest as if to repress the rapid pounding inside her chest. She hated the dark, she hated not being able to see anything, and worse, she hated having to endure this all alone. If only Elena and Meredith were with her - well, she would still be scared but not as scared with her best friends at her side.
A forceful blow struck Bonnie in her stomach. With a startled groan and the wind knocked out of her momentarily, she doubled over and would have collapsed but was stopped before she could even bend forward. She let out a soft whimper as her back was straightened, like being tied to a wooden post, and her legs refused to buckle. Her feet were now planted firmly to the ground and she felt a vice-like pressure coil around her rib cage like a giant snake ensnaring its potential meal. Frantically she wanted to push away whatever it was that was holding her but she felt nothing on her!
It was like her body was being crushed from the inside out.
In his crow form, Damon Salvatore soared across the midnight skies in search of a potential meal. Due to the particularly bitter cold front that swept across Fell's Church, however, hunting would prove to be a bit more time consuming than usual as many of the humans were wanting to stay indoors. Never the less, Damon relished in the search because in the end, the reward would be much more satisfying. For any poor idiot who felt brave enough to face the icy temperatures all by their lonesome…
Beneath him, the ley lines of Power were glowing networks against the roofs and treetops and stretching in all different directions. He could distinguish which lines belonged to whom or what, and where they was going. One particular line, however, stirred much curiosity.
He didn't recognize this Power at first. It almost looked like a solitary cobweb billowing in the breeze and it was so flimsy that it could have been easily looked over.
He circled the area as he inspected the line. He thought back to his many centuries of existence in order to recall anything that resembled this Power. As a vampire he had seen and experienced things that humans could only dream of. He had witnessed and taken part in events that could never be considered from this world. For countless years, he encountered countless individuals from all walks of life. During his trip down memory lane, a faint stirring of remembrance began to bloom when he sensed something wrong. Focusing on the line once more, he noticed it was slowly solidifying and holding steady against the chilled breeze. Whatever it was, it was becoming stronger. Someone or more likely something was dining well tonight.
Damon decided to follow the line to its source.
"Stop it! Please, don't!"
No amount of pleading did her any good. Bonnie still couldn't see her attacker, she still couldn't free herself, and the pain being inflicted upon her was becoming too much. Why was this happening to her? She didn't do anything! Who would have thought that trying to sleep in her own home would lead to the point of dying in such an agonizing manner?
"I was under the impression that you were a powerful witch," an unfamiliar but taunting voice spoke from the obscurity. It was hard to determine which direction it was coming from or if it was a man or woman talking to her. It was baritone and rich but it never the less frightened Bonnie to no end. "You were too easy to obtain. Ha, ha, how easily I can crush you!"
Crush... ME? The young witch panicked even more but her arms and legs were becoming numb from the lack of blood flow. Every breath she took was harsher and fewer in between. She would have fallen to the ground if not for the concealed thing that was holding her upright. She was like a ragged doll being held hostage by a child.
I… I can't! I can't… Her desperate, lingering thoughts scrambled to focus on the one person she always sought for help: Damon. She decided that if anything, she could use her last few moments of consciousness to try and Summon him.
I don't know where I am but please, please, please! Damon! I need your help! Please!
"Go to sleep, little witch," the voice instructed her soothingly and she now heard it right next to her ear. "Go to sleep… Go to sleep… Forever and ever… No more worries about what lies beyond. You need not be afraid of anything anymore. Just go to sleep and never wake up. Sleep…"
Sleep, Bonnie repeated in a daze as her eyelids began to drift shut. She was feeling light headed and unable to embrace any possible hope for much longer. Sleep… That sounds nice…
But before she could fully close her eyes, she heard a familiar and distraught voice call out her name.
Bonnie!