Okay so this is my first Vampire Diaries story and I know it's kind of short but I just wanted to post this prologue to see what people thought :)
Just so everyone knows I am a full Bamon supporter ;)
This story is based on the song Imaginary by Evanescence and I got the name from Storytime by Nightwish.
I don't own The Vampire Diaries and I liked them much better when L.J was writing them... Just saying.. :P
So yeah, enjoy :)
~ Bonnie ~
Dear Diary,
It's been a week since we got back from the Dark Dimension. A week since
we had to leave Damon – well his body – in that horrid place. The guardian's
kept their promise.. I guess that's good.. Everything is all fresh and new and
Elena's back with her family and Stefan is excepted into society.. And blah
blah blah… To be honest, I still don't know what happened to Meredith's
life when the guardian's changed everything… I'm sure we'll find out
eventually… My life is as normal as it ever was… Or should I say as boring
as ever! On the bright side, Vicky and everyone else that died are all alive
again… On the dark side, Damon isn't... I still can't believe he's really gone..
He'll never be there to save me again.. He's always been there to
save me. Even when I thought I wasn't, he always was… I feel so guilty! If
I hadn't been so stupid he'd still be alive! No matter how good life is now
it'll never be the same without him… It's like part of my heart has been
ripped out and a gaping hole left in its place. I haven't slept in three days.
Everytime I close my eyes I see that horrible scene play out again. And the little
sleep that I do get is haunted by nightmares. But, I think worst of all is that
I never told him how I really felt about him… And now I'll never get the chance..
Never get the chance to find out if he felt the same way.. Even though, how
could he? He only loved Elena.. Everyone only ever loves Elena… I bet if I
disappeared no one would notice… I'm just immature, innocent, naïve little Bonnie..
And even though they'd never say so, I know Elena and Stefan blame me for
Damon's death.. I can see it every time they look at me, and I just want to
run and escape.. Even writing his name brings so much pain and tears..
I miss him so much.. I wish I could just escape this horrid, cruel world and
never have to come back.. I guess I should go now.. Plus the page is
getting too wet to write on… Goodnight diary, be back soon…
Bonnie /3
Bonnie wiped her eyes and closed her diary. She opened the top drawer of her bedside table and dropped it in. How had everything gotten so messed up? She rolled over on her bed and just laid there until it turned dark outside. She decided to have a bath with some of relaxing homemade bubble bath. She had given it to Bonnie when they got back, and after everything they'd been through she was glad for it. She was down to her last bit now. She had used it everytime she got too upset during the last week. Which was a lot! She got out of the bath and wrapped her petite body and her scarlet curls in towels before returning to her room. She laid down heavily on her bed. She glanced at the clock on my wall. It was only 8 p.m. "Great. What will I do with myself for the next two hours before I go to the boarding house?" She spoke out loud to no one.
After changing into her black silk night dress and towel drying her hair, Bonnie paced her room trying to think of something to do when she spotted the 'Spirit and Destiny' magazine that her cousin Jessica from Ireland had sent her. She went to her desk and picked it up. It was a magazine for Wiccans and Pagans. It had recipes for different purposes, horoscopes, other articles and an article at the back written by a witch. Bonnie walked back to her bed, laid down and flicked through the magazine looking for an interesting article to start with. She stopped when she came to one about meditation. Settling back into the pillows she began to read. The article was about how to renew yourself using meditation, while using different herbs and incantations for different moods and-or effects.
Deciding to try it out for herself, Bonnie went to her closet and pulled out the box her grandmother gave her. It had herbs, candles and spell books in it. She set it down on the floor and sat down next to it. She checked the book about herbs and found that Blue Vervain was good for relaxation. "Vervain, talk about irony." She read a little further, 'useful for insomnia and "nervous disorders."' She would have to remember this particular herb. It would come in handy for the nightmares that have stalked her sleep since they got back from the Dark Dimension, and she may finally get a good nights sleep. 'Recommended as an addition to ones tea.' "I guess, I'm going to get tea then." And with that she went downstairs to the kitchen to make some green tea.
A few minutes later Bonnie returned to her room with a steaming cup of green tea and placed it next to her on the floor. "Okay, now for the vervain." Bonnie pulled out the herb bag from the box and began searching for the Blue Vervain. She soon found it and luckily it was dried. She picked it out of the bag and crunched it up in her hand before dropping it into her tea and mixing. She sipped at her tea while flicking through the spell books looking for an incantation. She had just finished her tea when she found an incantation for release/escape. She read over it a few times and decided to use it. She stood up placing the empty cup on the bedside table and placed the book on her bed. She then sat cross-legged on the bed with the book in front of her.
Bonnie sat there trying to relax herself and when she felt she was relaxed enough she began to read over the incantation again. When she felt she didn't need the book Bonnie closed her eyes and began chanting the incantation.
"Eiris sazun idisi, sazun hera duoder;
suma hapt heptidun, suma heri lezidun,
suma clubodun umbi cuoniouuidi:
insprinc haptbandun, inuar uigandun."
As she spoke the last words of the incantation, for the first time in months, Bonnie felt completely at peace. She felt light, as if she were floating. She continued to chant the incantation. As she kept going she felt lighter and lighter, as her thoughts dimmed. She could see symbols and words in different languages floating in the darkness of her mind, and as she finished the incantation the fifth time her world went blank and black.
When Bonnie opened her eyes she was sitting cross-legged in a room of what looked like it was a shack. There was nothing in the room except two doors at opposite ends of the room. The doors were each plain ash with a window separated into four quadrants. She couldn't remember how she had gotten here and she had no idea where here was either. Not knowing what else to do, Bonnie spoke, "Hello? Is anyone here?"
"Hello Bonnie." A voice spoke back. It was female and sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't tell why.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why can't I see anything?" Bonnie asked franticly.
"Calm down, calm down… You will find out why you can't see and where you are all in due time.." The voice replied.
"What? Why aren't you answering my questions?" Bonnie asked getting more frantic and worried.
"Perhaps, you just need to ask the right questions."
"Oh… Umm… Well, what's through both of these doors?" Bonnie asked as she stood up.
"That's more like it… And why don't you go and take a look…"
Bonnie walked to the first door and peeked through the window. She can see a huge field of long browning grass that stretches on forever. Then she turns to the other door an once again peeks through the window. This time she sees a room. The room looks very familiar but not as familiar as the girl floating in trance just above the bed. "How is that possible?" She began to get frantic again.
"This your Imaginarium Bonnie. It is the part of your imagination that your dreams come from. It can be whatever you want it to be. You can create anything you want." The voice replied calmly.
"My Imaginarium? And how come it looks so… abandoned?"
"Lately you have little use for your imaginarium, as you don't sleep and the little sleep you get is invaded by painful memories and fears." Bonnie isn't quite sure what the voice is talking about, but she just assumes that whoever it is knows what she's talking about. Bonnie walks to the door to the field and exits the house. She descends the steps down from the porch and into the overgrown grass.
"Okay, then how do I create something?" Bonnie asks the mystery voice.
"It's quite easy actually." The voice replied cheerfully. "All you have to do is imagine what you want to appear and use the light to create it out here."
"What light?" Bonnie asked confused.
"Trust me, you will see. Just try."
"Okay, I guess it couldn't hurt…" Bonnie closed her eyes and thought of a red paper flower, like the ones she'd made in preschool. Keeping the image in her head she opened her eyes. She gasped as she looked down at her hands. They were glowing with a bright white light. She bent down and placed her hand to the ground below her. Closing her eyes again she imagined that as she pulls up her hand from the ground that the flower would slip from her mind, through her hand and out into the grassy world. Opening her eyes she was shocked to see that there was in fact a red paper flower pointing up from the ground.
"Well done Bonnie! Try again! Keep going" The voice cheered from wherever it was. Bonnie was not sure why she was in this strange world, how she got there or who the voice was, but she was actually enjoying herself. So, doing as the voice had said, she kept creating. More and more flowers appeared until the field was full of them. Their bright colours contrasted with the dull colour of the grass. Then she created a purple sky sprinkled with stars and clouds made of cotton-candy. Creating became dominant in her mind and as she continues Bonnie lost herself more and more. She didn't care about how she had gotten there or even who she was. All she knew was that she was Bonnie and that she was the creator of this wonderful place. She would keep creating and she would stay in this wonderful place forever, where she could do anything she wanted.
Meanwhile, on a destroyed moon, where ash and star-ball fluid was falling, a man was waking and remembering. Two locks of hair in his hand, one a smoothe golden blonde, the other a radiant scarlet curl.
Well, there it is. Leave a review and tell me what you thought and if it's worth continuing :)
It may seem kind of confusing but all will be explained if I continue.
Oh and is it just me or did anyone else hate Moonsong? I mean seriously? No Bamon.. AT ALL!
Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you liked it :)