This short story was previously named The Departed and it was written immediately following TVD's last episode of season 4. Therefore, the plot is based on my thoughts & what I had hoped to see manifest. In many ways, that's how I feel about my favorite show since its bitter-sweet spin-off began; that it ended graduation day & the rest is up to the imagination. The Originals has failed to intrigue me and I mourn my beloved Klaroline. They shall forever live in my heart & mind & I continue to believe that Julie Plec missed a grand opportunity with her characters. If I actually owned the rights to Klaus and Caroline, they would be on a thrilling & remarkable journey together indeed.
Revelations
1
I uncovered the intrusion when Caroline went to pay the hybrid special attention. It resided below my porch in the midst of yellow tulips. It was only after my death that I realized the handsome mutation had a name.
How apt for Caroline to notice the crossbreed. The otherwise flawless spring bloom was streaked with a single red flame. The hues amalgamated beautifully; a fusion between a cheerful yellow and the fury of red. I caught a glimpse of what Caroline was admiring but begged her to hurry. As the only one of its kind she remained fascinated by nature's trickery in my grandmother's flowerbed.
"It's my favorite one here! Can I have it, Bonnie?" she asked after her leather heels were already dug into the soil.
"Care, your new boots!" I reminded her.
"I bet it's the loneliest one in the patch. I'm taking it."
I thought the reaping cleansed the group from the divergent but not Caroline. She had saved it.
"Now can we go?" I pestered sounding like a toddler as I texted Stefan.
"Hold your horses, Bon. Look. Isn't it perfect?"
The conversation was agitating me.
"Oh my God, Care! Again with this flower? Yes, it's beautiful and perfect and you can take it home but we need to go! They're waiting for us to talk to Elena again. Honestly, I can't take much more of this and I don't even think there's anything else for us to say."
Caroline shuddered as I spoke.
"What? Am I wrong, Caroline? If neither of her boyfriends have convinced her to switch her humanity back on then there's not much else that we can do."
I couldn't detect if she was angry or saddened by my attitude.
"Bonnie, don't be that way. You're giving up and we can't do that to her. We'll just have to talk to Elena until her ears bleed. I know you don't mean that, Bon."
Of course I didn't mean it. I knew we had to help however we could but it was such a miserable and confusing situation. I was feeling anxious for Stefan. He loved Elena so much but he had no idea how she felt about him anymore. Elena was my oldest friend; a soul-sister, even if she was a vampire. My rock was Caroline. She was everyone's strength in dire times and restored our confidence when we undermined ourselves. My friends are kind and loving people (well... immortals) and I was lucky and proud to know each of them.
"Bonnie, let's give her this flower. She'll throw it at my face but whatever. Look at it! How can you not smile when you see this?"
Yet, it was these very friendships that displeased my ancestors, a band of witches from Salem. They were aghast and according to them vampires and witches were not, nor should they ever be, allies. That's why it was so frustrating to reach out to them from the afterlife. Communicating with my beloved vampires is considered an act of disobedience.