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"I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago... I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages."
~Rudyard Kipling~
Green eyes, glared, as they observed the house.
A white house built in Victorian style stood tall against a charcoal sky. Freshly painted paneling encased a bay window that would give sight into a newly remodeled living room. Unattended peonies wildly lined the footpath leading up to a deep red door, that now had a padded lock on it, preventing anyone from entering.
The house was old. Surely one of the oldest in Chicago, but it had been well kept. The owners obviously vauled its upkeep… or at least they had.
Bonnie McCullough scowled as she committed the house to memory, not that she needed to, as if she could forget a single detail about the house. Every stone, every crook would forever be imbedded into her mind. She was both thankful and spiteful of that fact.
Jamming her hands into her hooded sweat shirt she shivered, not from the increasingly ominous weather, but from her memories.
His face. The one face in the world that she'd never forget. The curly blond hair. The perpetual sneer on his lips… the want in his blue eyes. She gasped sharply as she tried to force his image from her thoughts.
She wouldn't think of him. She refused because he was the reason her life was so fucked up. He was the reason she was running. He was the reason she was scarred. He'd taken literally everything from her and she'd be damned if she gave him her sanity. It was all she had left.
"Bon?" A sully voice whispered.
"I know."
Bonnie rounded, facing her best friend of eight years: Meredith Sulez. The young woman was tall, her length covered in smooth olive skin and roofed by loose raven tresses that danced happily in the wind. Bonnie pledged that sight to memory as well.
Meredith nodded at her friend noting the difficulties she must be feeling. The emotions she had to be covering. She could only imagine how she'd react if she were Bonnie, ironically, she was positive it wouldn't be nearly as calm.
"It's time to go."
"I don't want to leave her."
Both girls knew who her was. It was the unspoken ghost that haunted their every conversation for the last ten months.
"She'd want you to." Meredith confirmed stepping closer and reaching a slender hand out.
"No. She wouldn't." Bonnie deduced. "We both know that."
Unable to rebuff, Meredith merely offered a surmising smile as she wrapped her arms around Bonnie. At the contact, Bonnie's seams unraveled - she sobbed.
She cried for her life. The life she should have had but would never get to experience. She mourned for the family she lacked and the love she never felt. She grieved for the pain she caused to the people whom cared for her the most. She wept because she knew, she knew that her pain would only increase.
"I love you, Bon."
Bonnie nodded repeating the sentiment back softly before focusing her mossy eyes on Meredith's chocolate brown. The wind whipped the girl's hair carelessly around as a storm made its approach, neither girl made a move to tame their wind ridden hair.
"He won't find you." Meredith spoke the reassurance that she knew her friend needed to hear.
"He will."
"Stop it! You're going to be fine."
"When he gets his hands on me..." Bonnie began, her eyes shinning with a fresh round of tears.
"You'll fight." Meredith confirmed with conviction. "Always fight."
"I'm not as strong as you, Mere."
"No. You're stronger."
A quiet moment enveloped the girls and words weren't needed. It would be the last time they'd see each other for a while and both girls felt the reality of it hit them with the sudden force of a freight train.
"Bonnie!" Mrs. Claymore, Bonnie's social worker, called out in haste.
The blond woman stood under an elegant black umbrella gesturing towards her silver Lexus. They were on a time limit and the time for goodbyes had well past.
"Coming!" Bonnie yelled back, turning her face over her shoulder at the woman. Snapping her eyes back towards Meredith she leaned in to embrace her once more, staring at the white house over the girl's shoulder.
She closed her eyes as familiar words rang violently between her ears: "Has no one ever told you? There's no running from me…"
Constructive criticism is always, always welcome. Mistakes are mine as I do not have a beta.
I'm torn between rather this should be all human or supernatural. Right now I'm thinking human because we have a boat load of vampire/witch stories out there already. However I'd like to know what you all think. If this story went supernatural it would have almost nothing to do with TVD plot. Whatsoever.
I'm not the best at updates (if anyone cares) but I will try.
No worries, this is of course a (TV) Bamon story regardless of Bonnie's last name.
Thank you for your reviews in advance!