Note: I have no business starting up any new shit, I know. But it's my birthday so shush and bear with me. Also, this was written like, a half hour ago, so be nice to my typos, mkay?
The Wicked One
Call me Violent, I mean, Violet
Bonnie and Damon were knee-deep in the fuckery that had invaded Mystic Falls in their absence. Forget the dead bodies and limbs that littered the streets like wayward tumbleweeds. Or the way most of the houses were blown apart, planks of wood and furniture sucked up and out onto the destroyed lawn. The blood that ran through the gutters like water. Or the way the sun never really shone anymore – just hung there, like a fading lightbulb. Or how the moon never showed itself.
Everything they'd come to know about their home was lost to them. The memories replaced with moments of horror they'd been unable to escape since their return. What with the Heretics' borderline disturbing obsession with Bonnie and Lily's refusal to meet Damon or Stefan halfway.
Bonnie had made for the mausoleum with Damon; Lily had said something about setting Elena's coffin alight – god alone knew what that meant in terms of the spell that bound the Bennett witch to her friend. Damon was beside himself and Bonnie didn't think to linger on what exactly propelled his urgency as he lifted her into his arms and sped to Elena's coffin.
But it was a trap. They'd been stupid; so quick to react that they didn't see the ploy that was laid out right in front of them. With them separated from Stefan, Caroline and Matt, the other three had no magical protection. With them separated, Bonnie and Damon didn't stand a chance against three Heretics and Damon's mother. Damon skid to a halt and slid in front of Bonnie, almost on instinct. She peered over his shoulder at them and swallowed; the looks on their enemies' faces meant no games were about to be played. This shit meant 'go time'.
Before either of them could speak a violent wall of sonic sound slammed into them and smacked them both to the floor. Bonnie's scream melded with Damon's as she clawed out for him, trying to find some axis in the blind orbit of pain they'd been suspended in. The pitch of the sound rung through them and drilled holes into their brains until blood trickled from their ears.
Every time, Bonnie huffed inwardly, every time she died it got worse. Finally her fingers felt Damon's thumb, and through the pain she stretched her already strained arm and enclosed his fingers in hers. With each spasm Damon's hand broke another one of her fingers but she hardly felt anything but his intended reassurance. Whatever happened, at least they had each other.
Everything felt so stupid now. Their arguments. Their resentment, well, his resentment. But she knew he was just trying to be mad at himself. But he never truly regretted his choice of saving her all those years ago from Kai's plan – it was just a tragedy that it took them dying again to move past all of it. But, that's what they were like – Bonnie and Damon; stubborn 'til the goddamn end.
Her voice cracked as the pain undulated and fluttered out from her brain into her nerves, shooting sharp pangs of electricity through her. Damon hissed as he began to convulse. Whatever was attacking them seemed to ensure that he caught the brunt of it. As the two lay vibrating on the floor, their bodies seemed to bounce around, but grew nearer and nearer to the other.
"All this talk about Elena," Lily scoffed as she stood a few feet away (smug as ever), "And here you are, desperate to cling to her in your most dire circumstance. Brings back fond memories I'm sure." Damon wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, to drown in a sea of vervain or fall on the nearest twig, but all that came from his mouth was a fountain of blood. It sprayed from his nostrils, dripped from his ears, slipped through his tear ducts and filled the back of his mouth.
Turning, more to try and cough out all the blood in his mouth, his eyes connected with Bonnie. It was bad. She looked worse than he'd ever seen. And he'd seen her bleed enough times in her short lifetime. She deserved so much better. And even he had stood in the way of that.
"Finish them." Lily said coolly and Bonnie's eyes widened and she tried to frame his name with his shaking lips but only managed to cough blood at him. He saw her malachite eyes look over his shoulder and they widened. In the reflection of her gaze her saw a fiery blaze headed toward them. With strength that surpassed everyone's expectations Damon heaved his body up and over Bonnie's as he felt the flush of the oncoming heat near them.
Save Bonnie – that was his only thought. He wasn't about to waste his last one.
Then, a gasp. Feet thudded to the floor somewhere behind him and he felt a shift in the atmosphere, like the rush of fire had been sucked up and replaced with the kiss of ice. He heard a hollow hum, a quick whirring sound and then the low clunk of wood to the earth beneath them.
"Back the fuck up." A new voice said. The ringing in Damon's body ceased and he flopped off of Bonnie and didn't bother to see what had graced them with more time, he was looking down at Bonnie's still body. Had his weight crushed the life out of her? He bit into his wrist, ignoring the throb that stung every inch of his body and poured his blood into Bonnie's mouth.
It was then that he felt the back of someone's heels meet his back. He jerked and turned to see a woman crouching in front of him. No, not a woman, a girl. She couldn't be older than seventeen. He couldn't see her face but from the expression on Lily's this girl meant business. She had a naginata in her right hand, must be what she'd been spinning around before. But to deflect fire? Bonnie's gasp distracted him.
"Who are you?" Lily demanded.
"The person who's going to rip your spine out of your back and beat you with it." Was the colourful answer. "Call it a party trick." The girl snickered gleefully as she winked at the redhead. Lily's face swirled into a storming scowl and her fangs lengthened, her 'family' quick to follow her lead. It only seemed to amuse the stranger more. "You know," the girl twirled the weapon in her hands around casually, like she'd held one since birth, "When I pictured us meeting there was more tea and less hissing." She was upright and walking slowly to the four supernaturals that would surely be the death of her.
She never looked back to Damon and Bonnie; the former of whom had lifted the witch up and was covering her body with his.
"Last chance to run little girl." Lily warned. The girl stopped approaching them and her eyes darkened.
"Do you know what I hate?" She asked through her teeth, "When people underestimate me." She flicked her raven hair over shoulder and slipped back into a crouch, grinning as her own fangs came into view. "My dad says it runs in the family."
"Well my apologies to your father," Lily growled, "But he should have spent more time teaching you how to protect yourself as opposed to letting you run your mouth." She advanced onto the girl, who sped out of the way, used a tree to boost her momentum into a flip and her naginata sliced through the sky – splitting Lily in half.
"He did." The girl spat, turning her sparkling eyes onto the rest of the Heretics as she landed with a grace Damon had never seen in his life. Bonnie clutched onto his forearm as they watched the scene unfold. The girl turned to them and they frowned – how on earth could she look so familiar to them? Her eyes with the oddest mixture of green and blue, flecks of hazel patched around the pupil. Her skin was so like Bonnie's, but her dark brows and smirk echoed Damon's likeness to a T. "No seriously, just sit there," She rolled her eyes, "I don't need your help at all." When she spun around she snarled as a hex pressed against her skull but threw the magic off of her and stuck the blade of naginata into the Heretic's chest; using her supernatural speed and strength to cause the weapon to spin and drill right through the body.
The last two Heretics tried to circle around her as Damon tried to get up, but his muscles had turned to jelly, while his bones felt as though they'd been filled with lead. There was no chance Bonnie was faring any better and would be in any position to help.
"So damn typical," the girl huffed as she pulled out a spine of one, throwing it at the other, before pointing her flaming fingers at the last Heretic and burning them to a cinder – spine in their hands and all. "I have a curfew of eleven and this is the shit I end up doing with my free time." She clicked her tongue at the state of her shoes and flicked her hair over her shoulders and her face lit up as she bounded over to Bonnie and Damon. "If you haven't figured who I am yet, you guys aren't as smart as you keep insisting you are."
"Excuse me?" Damon spluttered while Bonnie could only stare. The girl's eyes flickered to her tight grip on Damon and as Bonnie noticed it, she released him and tried to stand up. The girl smiled and flashed upright, closing her hands around Bonnie's forearm and pulling her upright. Damon stood as well and the two stared her down.
"Ugh, stop," the girl waved a hand at them, "This is like Christmas all over again."
"Christmas?" Bonnie echoed, finally finding her voice.
"Yes," the girl said, sounding exasperated, "And I'm only taking a tone with you now because when it happens in your guys' future – we'd already have had this conversation and still you punish me anyway – how is that fair?"
"You're not making any sense kid." Damon's brains were still sloshing around in his skull and nothing she was saying was making any sense.
"I told you to stop calling me that," the girl snapped, "I'm seventeen. I'm the age mom was when she first met you remember?" Seconds passed and nothing happened. Then the girl watched as it slowly trickled into the realisation. Their faces were so worth it. "Oh, not that you seem to care," she added when they were just standing there open-mouthed, "But Caroline, your brother and Matt are fine." She sucked air through her teeth as they began to exchange awkward glances and couldn't offer anything outside a stammer or a frown. "But now I have blood caked under my nails and I'm pretty sure I have a crush on a guy who's basically my future uncle."
"Stefan?" Damon gasped. The girl gagged and whacked at his chest.
"Gross!" She half-yelled, "I was talking about Matt."
"So you're…" Bonnie raised a finger at the girl. Who nodded, her hair bouncing around the frame of her angular face.
"Your daughter – Violet. Nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand.