The Flame that Lit the Bayou Ablaze
Ch-2 Visions of Flames
R-T
Thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews. This is a Bonnie centric, Bamon story, with a very heavy Bennett back drop. This story will have a lot of Bennett lineage, which plays an important part of the story. I will be introducing original characters this story. Even though it's Bamon, there are three parings, for a purpose. And Bamon doesn't know each other. (Sort of) Marcel and Bonnie are very serious right now. Everyone in this story has a past with each other, and this present time is covering it up.
Bonnie went two days without facing Emily. Two nights ago, she left to help Nik deal with his sick mother, and two days ago, she didn't return to her grams house. Emily covered for her sister for the first time, lying to Grams, but it wouldn't be without consequences. Bonnie went to work on Monday as if nothing happened. Walking in her moon and star decorated scrubs and bright smile, pushing one of the patients around Bon Temps Manor Psych facility. Bonnie chose to work, in Bon Temp, because that's where they sent most of the psychiatric patients.
Emily walked up on her sister, undetected, catching her off guard purposely.
"I see, you're alive."
Bonnie paused, at the sound, then turned slowly, to a calm, yet infuriated Emily. "Em. I am sorry I haven't called. I was at the Mikaelsons late. Then I went back yesterday to finish."
"Finish what?"
"Uhh, a locator spell."
"For what?"
"Not now, Em. Trust me. I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'll call you later." Bonnie said, trying to rush her out.
"Listen, I'm not leaving, until you tell me what Klaus Mikaelson possibly needed from you."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, went back to her patient, and rolled them forward to another resident assistant. "Can you please finish his ten minute walk around the garden. He hasn't been outside all week." The psychiatric facility became her place of work, and second home. When she realized she could help make a difference with these patients by uncovering memories and truths, she decided to keep her natural talents there.
"Sure Ms. Bennett."
Once she turned back around, Emily was basically breathing down her neck. "Sheesh. Space."
"Bonnie. Talk."
"Okay. Uhh, I needed to help Klaus locate his other siblings. His mother isn't looking too good and we needed to find them so that he can go to them."
"Is she dying? I mean we need to know, the coven needs to know if Esther is dying. There's a process to this witch burial, and-"
"See Em. This is what you do. You make everything so technical. Not everything needs the technicality. Some things... sometimes we have to just, focus on one measure at a time. And no! No witch burials necessary."
"Well, we can't bury her in NOLA. You know that, right? She's not a witch of the Quarter. We can't bury her in the Bayou. She's not in our coven. So, yeah, I'd say we get very technical, because witch burials are sacred, and landmarks are sacred. You know why!"
"Em. Esther has a chance to survive. She needs her kids. And that's all I can tell you."
"Wow, so, you would keep a secret for that original family, from your own coven?" Emily was taken aback and angered by her baby sister nativity.
"No. It's nothing that affects us. But, we are in a treaty with the Mikaelsons. Our protection, for their blood. So, as Nik's personal favor, I have to keep this between he and I."
"You think grams will be okay with this?"
Bonnie took a deeper look at her sister, and the little commotion she was causing in her place of work, and then pulled her into the dark corner of the hallway. "Listen, Esther is dying. She needs her kids blood. All of her kids blood."
"And how do you fall into the equation, Bonnie?"
"I don't know. But we had to locate them. He's going to go to them and figure it out from there, with their blood. Then I'm going to do the spell. Simple."
Emily's brows furrowed deep into the center of her forehead between her eyes. "What spell? Tell me you don't mean Conversion?"
"No. Never. I wouldn't do that. I was asked to do a life spell."
"Something, like what we do? Give life to the blood to extend it...?"
"Yes. I suppose." Bonnie seemed confident enough but Emily didn't trust it.
"I'm going with you when you do it."
"What? Are you crazy? I just told you, you aren't supposed to know."
"Either that, or we bring it to the covens attention." She crossed her arms, and tilted her head, after waving her neck in a half circle.
"Honestly, you don't trust me."
"Stop being dramatic Baby sis. I'm your big sister. I have a duty to this family. I have to look out for you." The two sisters shared a stare down before the onset of foreign footsteps interrupted them. "Anyway, I have to go. But, you should know, I'm watching you. And if I feel as though, you're lying for him, this is going to grams." Emily held up to fingers in a v-shape and waved her hand back and forth between her and her sister, "I'm watching you," before she walked off. The foreign footsteps drew more near, and Bonnie finally saw he perpetrator. A blonde, semi-bubbly Caroline Forbes, a newer resident worker.
"Hey Ms. Bennett, I was told to ask you to help me with some mess right now. I mean, would you mind, it's a patient on the LL2? It's my first time administering it to an Acute Impatient, and I was told you've got the magic touch." Little did Caroline know, the magic touch was literally Bonnie's magic. She used a calming spell to administer when necessary.
Bonnie paused uncomfortably for a second, unsure if the blonde heard her conversation with her sister. But when she gave a bubbly smile, and hunched her shoulders, questionably, Bonnie left it alone and agreed. "Sure Caroline. I'm almost done here anyways."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just, unexpected visit from my sister."
"Oh. Yeah, I hate those. Not that I have a sister, well, I mean I do. But not blood, by marriage. She's my step sister, and she's kind of the "good one," and I deal with that a lot, here."
"Yeah it's very annoying, feeling as though everyone thinks I need some look out. Like she's the self appointed guardian over me."
"Same here girl. Saaaaame here. I guess I can't complain, though. Mine did get me this job here." Caroline grinned, forcibly.
"Really?" Bonnie scrunched her forehead. "Well, congrats. At least your benefit came at the cost of a place of employment. Mine, decides to just barge into my life and insert herself in my personal situations." They both walked a ways down the hall towards the elevators. "Anyway, enough with my drama. Who are we administering?"
"Umm... Northman. Eric Northman." The blonde said looking at the clip board. Bonnie turned towards her slowly as they walked on the elevator and headed downward to the lower second level.
"He doesn't speak. I've never had to administer to him. Luckily guards are down there. Which guards are on duty today? If Tyler is here, I'll think I'll be fine."
"I don't know. I'm still kind of new and I don't know the guards by name yet. But, I've been told he should be strapped already." Caroline said softly, seemingly nervous.
"Yeah, he will be. Don't be nervous. Usually when they are strapped the worst they do is follow you with their eyes, so it's important to know, to never make eye contact. Anyways, I hear he just lies there. So, it'll be fine."
"Okay, Ms. Bennett. If you say so. I'll just follow your lead."
"Uhh, that's my grams and my momma. I'm the same age as you. Young enough to make mistakes, and old enough to get in trouble still." She smacked her lips, joking,y. "But, Please call me Bonnie, or B."
"Sorry."
"It's all good." Bonnie closed the elevator and pressed LL2.
"can I call you Bon?"
"Even better."
"Ready to do this?"
"As I'll ever be."
Bonnie tried to falsify confidence in these moments, but the truth is, she was nervous. This particular patient, deemed fifty one-fifty, had always made Bonnie nervous, deep down. She didn't typically prefer to administer to him, but she was also the Resident supervisor, and had to assist any resident with administering meds if the need arose.
"It'll be fine." She said, smiling, trying to forget about Emily's visit. She convinced herself as the elevator headed down, to the lower level of the care facility, where patients were locked up in individual cells.
...
Damon rolled out of bed, and sat up. He didn't typically do daytime. Though he was a day walker, it wasn't by choice. But, as he infiltrated NOLA, and it's way of life, he had to fit in. His plan was to stay in all day, but he had an appointment with a witch in town.
He rubbed his face, and stood up. His room was blacked out, with curtains closed. But he could feel the daylight through the curtains. Sunlight, released a solar energy which had a weakening effect on vampires. Even if they were day walkers. It effected their speed and their vision. While still faster than humans they weren't as fast as normal. And their vision was tuned into thermal signals in the day light.
He was in a temporary place of residence, with his brother. The same condos Bonnie once lived in. Turns out her vacancy benefited them, and it became their new, temporary home. The condo, was quickly transformed from an empty space to a dark version of a predators place of peace. It only took two days to be deemed freakishly subtle, and disconnected from the world.
Two quickened steps off his bed, carried him to his bathroom. He looked himself in the mirror before tossing water on his grey face, and watching his veins, settle back into his skin. The true form of a vampire wasn't a human one, but Damon's in particular was that of a monstrous sight. When vampires rested, often it was in human form, but Damon often slept in his natural form. By choice he could sleep in human form, but it generated his powers unconsciously, and therefore, made him wake up weaker, compared to other vampires.
Damon's grey pale skin, normalized to ivory. His veins, wiggles and turned, until they settled back in his skin, and his bloodshot and blacked out eyes, slowly rescinded to humanlike. All of his sharpened teeth, slowly reshaped to human-like, and the nails, and bony knuckles, rounded out, and softened.
He'd fed the last few nights, subpar, on a baby vamp. Her blood wasn't strong enough for him to remain in human form all day, but enough to settle his appetite. However, she'd been weakened by his appetite, and he was told, she could no longer be used to feed him. The Moonlighter's provided him a service, and now he had to move forward, before his welcome was worn. After allowing his body to go back to human form, he finally got himself ready to be among human life again.
Day lighting worked in his favor, since he didn't have cravings for human blood. But since The Quarter had day walkers, Damon assumed he could find a new blood source by the weeks end.
He preferred a seasoned vampire, as he was regenerated quickly through the powers of other vampires. But for now, he needed to see a witch about a recurring dream, that he was unable to control, or shake.
.O.
"I want to know who killed my guys. I'm not overreacting! I have an army of vampires ready to take it to the wolf packs for a war over territory."
"The packs are in Bon Temps."
"Bon Temps is literally next door. But there is no secret The Quarter has been the better place for supernaturals. Bon Temps is a backwood hick town, with little or no essence. The soil here is rich with witch blood. We both know the burial grounds of the Bayou, and the Quarter are sacred." He paced back and forth. "You know what? I know what it is. I bet those damn wolves, want to control the full moon transformations." Marcel yelled.
"Let's honestly think about this, Bon Temp has a burial ground. Their soil is soaked in witch essence."
"Bennett essence?"
"No, but... how can wolves control full moon transformations?"
"I don't know Vince. I assume, the more powerful the witch essence, the more often a wolf can control a transformation."
"You mean, against a full moon? Doubt that."
"Maybe." Marcel was adamant a wolf took out his men. But the deaths didn't occur on a full moon which gave him the theory that a wolf was able to force transformation on NOLA grounds due to the essence of the witches buried there. Which gave supernatural energy to the town itself. But Vince was convinced the essence of the witches energy was enough to help a wolf transform, without the Lunar essence of the full moon.
"I don't know bruh. But, all I can do is keep a look out. Abby, Sheila, nobody has felt a shift in energy last few days?"
"Not that I know of. But like I said, I'll keep you posted. We are still allied to you Marcel. I wouldn't keep that from you." Vince, a prominent witch in the community, and an Allie to Marcel, had become a prominent figure in the community, and a Leader among witches.
"You don't have any foresight on this?"
"Not yet. And, I didn't see it coming. So, whomever did it, is blocked from my visions, and werewolves do not have that sort of power."
Marcel felt defeated, but he wasn't done investigating. He lost two of his night soldiers to an attack, where they were drained of all of their blood. At that moment both men were caught off guard to see Klaus walk into the tavern. Marcel worked with Klaus for the peace, but the day walkers and night walkers Treaty, was Klaus's way of segregating the vampires not only by Klaus's but by powers. Day walkers were able to hold government jobs, join community organizations, and take part in politics such a voting. Night walkers weren't allowed to do any of these things. Therefore, night walkers were forced to have their own business, and source of income. Moonlighter's for example. And they couldn't vote on city or government policies, or join organized group functions for the town. They basically had no rights other than living peacefully and only coming around at night. Day walkers had control of the city, which the only leverage night walkers obtained, was the witches balancing out the day walkers control.
"Gentleman, I find it amusing we run into one another this way. Three community pillars. Well, Marcellus. You're more of a back ground character than anything. But I appreciate your co-existing with day walkers, and trusting in the guidance provided to keep the city safe." He was so smug Marcel could hardly speak.
"Is that what you tell yourself, to sleep at night?"
"Of course. My word is Bond. Being Quarter Master and all. Sure, I'm no Prince of the Pure Bloods, but, I guess that pretty much makes me King." He smirked.
"I gotta go Vin. I'll uh... be in touch." Marcel stood up, heading out of the tavern.
"Aight bruh." Vince said.
Marcel left Vince with no more answers than he came, and was so preoccupied, he hadn't even seen his fiancé for days. They moved in together and had yet to sleep in the same bed the past week. When he made it outside of the doors, Klaus caught up to him, "Marcellus!" He called out, forcing Marcel to role his yes, before turning around.
"Klaus..."
"I'd like to thank you for letting me borrow your fiancé." Those trigger words forced Marcel's defensive stance, and his fists clenched.
"What did you just say?"
"Your lovely fiancé. She was of much help to me and my family."
"I don't have a fiancé."
Klaus felt he'd struck a nerve. No one knew about Bonnie and Marcel expect her family. And very few of Marcel's close closest family. But majority of night walkers didn't even know about Bonnie. "Certainly, Bonnie Bennett, belongs to you?"
"Bonnie Bennett belongs to no man or woman. And her name needs to stay outcha mouth."
"So, angry for a lie?"
"I'm a loyal friend to the Bennett's. And Ms Sheila wouldn't appreciate her granddaughters name in your mouth spreading lies."
"Touché. But you should know, I'm The Quarter Master. I'm all knowing. I have eyes everywhere." Marcel remained silent, for breaking the treaty would result in his people being banned from The Quarter. "Would Ms. Sheila like to be confronted about how a Bennett witch and a nightwalker, would break a treaty of peace?"
"Listen, Klaus, I don't know what you're getting at, but poking your nose is my business, ain't part of no treaty, and a war wedged on this town again, could end badly for your family. I'd suggest you and I deal with one another, for business purposes only. Or it could get ugly."
"Surely Marcellus. Still, tell the witch I said Hello." Then he winked, and walked away. This was probably, the last thing he needed to hear on top of investigating his men's deaths. Now he needed to get to the bottom of what his fiancé was doing with his enemy.
.O.
Bonnie and Caroline stood being patted down by the guards outside of Northman's room. Bonnie had an eerie feeling as the door creeped open, by the guard strolling in as he unlocked it. It was t Tyler Lockwood working today, so, Bonnie didn't have the sense of relive she was hoping for. A lowly lit light was turned on, because this particular patient hated light. His room didn't even have windows. This fact didn't help put either girl at ease. Especially since, this would be Bonnie's first time giving him medication. He lie on a large hospital bed, in a dimly lit room, strapped down, and muzzled, like Hannibal Lecter.
She'd never read his file, because she hadn't had to step foot in his cell before. But her body felt tremors as she walked closer to him. The flickering of the lower lights, was sporadic, and Bonnie realized that she needed to make sure to remind Caroline of her safety, and the patient's.
"Caroline, you have to really focus. Flickering lights could cause you to miss the vein if you lack the confidence to do this."
Caroline stare at Bonnie then started to move her hand towards the tray of medication on her cart. Bonnie avoided eye contact, feeling this man's eyes directly on her. They were bright blue, but dark and vile, and so long as she didn't touch his skin, she wouldn't have to see his thoughts.
When she focused on Caroline's technique, he focused on watching Bonnie's throat take a gulp, and the sound hit his ears like an echo. He listened as the air traveled down her throat, to her lungs, and filter itself back out of her mouth slowly. The sound was slightly erratic, but he noticed she practiced controlled breathing. This wasn't her first rodeo. His fists clenched, at the sound of the plastic around a brand new needle pack being opened.
Bonnie noticed his tension, but avoided it. "Caroline, you okay?" She asked watching Caroline's fingers slightly shake.
"Uhh, yeah, I-I can't seem to get this tube hooked up to the needle." The young blonde focused heavily, but couldn't stop the shaking. Bonnie reached over for her hands, and held them gently.
"Take a couple deep breaths. The key is relaxing, but not too much." She helped Caroline get the needle hooked up, and then grabbed the thick, rubber tie, and told Caroline, "Don't forget to swab his skin, clean first."
"Sorry, I can't believe I'm moving out of procedure."
She dabbed a swap and cleaned the area. The dark room, darkened, and the flickering lights, flickered even more. Bonnie handed Caroline the rubber tie, and she tied it around his bicep, and watched as his vein bulged in his arm. While both women noticed the abnormal, yet welcomed thickness of his vein, they also noticed his vein wiggle, unnaturally. At that point, Caroline jumped slightly and dropped the needle. "Shit."
"Caroline!" Bonnie called out before, bending over and grabbing the needle. She quickly wrapped it in plastic and discarded it. When she looked over Caroline was much more shaken, and the man, lay as still as ever, forcing Bonnie to get over her fear. She walked back to Caroline, quickly got another needle ready. "Caroline please, take a couple feet back so I can give him his medication."
"Sure." She quickly moved without further annoying Bonnie.
Bonnie quickly found his motioning vein, and before it could wiggle again, she grabbed the needle to give him his shot, and began whispering a chant to calm him. At the moment, her wrist was near his hand, the flickering lights went out, "Guard! The lights!" The door flung shut locking the guards out, and he managed to reach her wrist, with his strapped hand, and squeeze. "Fuck! Let go." Bonnie breathed out, as he squeezed her small wrist in his large hand. Bonnie dropped the needle in order to use her other hand to remove his grip. The lights were out and she couldn't see a thing.
She was so shock stricken she couldn't scream? She paused, yanking at his fingers, and his magnetic grip.
"Oh my god, Bonnie." Caroline yelled, trying to help Bonnie free herself, in this dark room.
But as Bonnie's skin came into contact with his, a mental image popped into her head, making her freeze in place.
She saw herself surrounded by fire, in a fit of rage screaming. Flames surrounded her body, and she sat on the ground, on her knees staring at a body of a man. His skin was ivory, and his hair was black. He looked unconscious, and both of her hands were placed on his chest. She couldn't see other faces, or hear other sounds, all she saw was this man's body sprawled on the ground, as she knelt beside him, and felt heat rise within her body of the flames surrounding her. Her screams were powerful and she knew, the rage generated the flames, as they rose with every higher pitch in her voice.
Eventually Bonnie felt a surge of power hit r body, which sent Caroline flying across the room. Bonnie remained frozen in her motions, unable to see anything but the flames inside of her mind, while guards were finally in the room pulling Bonnie out of the grip of a man strapped to the bed, while Caroline lay unconscious.
It was a blur, as the guards, took over, and Bonnie was carried out of the room. She could think straight for hours after that.
...
Bonnie was stricken by the vision of this unconscious man surrounded by flames. It didn't even appear to be modern times, but it felt like it happened. She felt his energy, in her vision. She didn't even know if he was real, but his energy was. She's seen a similar version of this man somewhere before. But she couldn't place it. It felt like another period of time, maybe an era, from centuries ago, or a world she was unfamiliar with. She couldn't shake this vision as being imaginary, because it felt too real. The pain, the rage, the sadness.
The man was shirtless, and she thought she remember rouge on his cheeks. But not modern day make up, more like ancient or historical color pronunciation. He wore some form of gold paint on his body and the more she tried to see the blurrier her vision became. She looked down at her wrist, and the mark of Eric Northman's fingers from LL2, looked almost burned onto Bonnie's skin. This man's face in her dreams was ingrained in her brain. Slender, with a strong jawline. Prominent pinkish lips, with dark eyebrows and eye lashes. And the locks of hair on his head were so Raven-colored she swore she saw streaks of blue, through the burning of the flame. That's how dark his hair was in comparison to his ivory skin.
And somehow, he had a connection to her. She felt it.
Bonnie lie in bed that afternoon, with one thing on her mind, who was this man in her vision, and why did he feel real?
Bonnie decided to get out of the house and head into town today. She needed to do some research.
.O.
Damon sat in a chair in a small shop. Raven-haired, and ivory-skinned, quietly and skeptically awaiting. The energy was subtle, but it was visually striking. All forms of witch craft, voodoo, and Shamanism was represented. The place had trinkets and herbs, and was filled with symbolism of the history of NOLA. Several symbols stood out to him as he stare quietly. Most of the time places like this had an energy which didn't accept his darkness. But after years of traveling, he'd finally made it to a place where the energy pulled him in. Sounds of wind chimes in the background whispered quietly, near an open window.
A woman walks up to sit directly before him. She offered a slight smile, and spoke, regally. "I sensed your arrival."
"Yeah, I'm the one that called."
"Mr. Salvatore, I sensed your arrival, long before your call, desperado."
"Desperado?" His brows furrowed, and he went from leaning back to sitting up right. "Me?"
"Yes." Her hair was grey, she was older, but not old. Maybe sixty, but looked a young forty. He could sense it in her blood. Her skin had no wrinkles, and she had a very distinctive, and strong featured face. Pronounced but averag-sized lips. A voice which was low, deep, and sultry, struck him with powerful regality. Dark, almond shaped eyes, and skin the color of mocha. "Your arrival has been long-awaited."
"This is news to me. The night I arrived someone pulled a gun on me, and asked if I was a pirate."
"Depending on the offense, I'd say pirates come in all forms." She smirked, bemusing him.
"I'm not a pirate."
"Well..." She smiled hunching her shoulders. "So, Mr. Salvatore, how can I help you?"
"Here is the money you asked for." He handed her an envelope, and she nodded her head in gratuity. "I appreciate you seeing me. Especially since my kind isn't typically... accepted in places like this."
"None sense. I'm psychic. Everyone is welcomed, in my place of business."
"Oh. Psychic? I was looking for a witch. This must be the wrong place. I'm looking for Perrine."
"Everyone calls me Perry. But, my name is Perrine Pearl."
Damon assumed she was telling him to call her Perry. But he didn't attempt to become friendlier than necessary. Instead he remained respectful. "Well, Ms. Pearl. I was told you, are a foreseer of the future."
"Indeed I am, but... I sense you you need something deeper than foresight. Something, that requires my magic." She said skeptically.
"Yes. Ms. Pearl. As you know I ain't from around here. But, my brother and I have traveled for some time now, searching for answers."
"Okay."
"I continue to have dreams, or night mares, or visions, whatever they are... that recur. First it was periodically. Then it was more often. And now, I am damn near tortured every other day with some visions, I can't seem to piece together, and won't leave my mind."
"What are some of these visions?"
"Blood... not a victims... my own. But I don't know where it comes from. I don't know if I'm hurt, dying, or sick. But, I feel tethered this energy of a woman. Then I see flames, and I see smoke, and the woman has skin color the same as yours, maybe slightly lighter."
"I see." She took a look at his veins as they swam around his temple and forehead, trying to surface. "Who is this woman?"
"I don't know, but she's always near me in my visions."
"What do you feel in her energy?"
"I don't know. Power. Just an immense amount of power. And I feel tethered to her somehow. I don't know if it's good or bad. And I can hardly make out her face. But her voice, is very distinctive, and I can never make out the words.
She reached for his hands, without permission grabbing, and forcing his teeth to ascend in a growl, while his eyes darkened. She pulled her hands away and looked at him skeptically.
"You can't just go grabbing a man's hands." He snapped. And at that point she saw something inside of him, that caught her attention. Damon slowly let his teeth retract, and he shook his eyes back to normal. "My apologies."
She stare at him, then snapped her fingers, and clapped her hands twice. Every window shut. Every door closed. Every light turned out, and candles illuminated the room. His body language became defensive, and he withdrew his hands to his lap, and looked around as her eyes shut, and her hands lifted palm side up. She wore a long cream-colored, loosely fitting frock that complimented her grey hair as it fell down her back and her head tilted up to the ceiling. She opened her eyes and looked up at the smoke from the candles flames which encircled above her head, and he nearly jumped from his skin, as her eyes turned cloudy white.
Chants whispered from her lips, and visions popped into her viewing. She spoke to her visions. Damon couldn't see what she saw, but it was evident she saw something. The dark room only illuminated with candles, became engulfed in growing candle flames, and in the center of them, opened into large black spaces. It was within each black space of the flames of the candles that she was pummeled with vision after vision.
Damon's eyes watered from the heat, and the blood surfaced again, as they blacked out to his vampire form. His veins came to the surface of his skin, and ivory began turning grey again. He couldn't even control his transformation. Looking at his hands, while his knuckles grew more boney, and his fingers lengthened, along with his sharp nails. By the time she was done chanting, she wiped her hands in a motion to cease, and everything stopped and the room remained still. She looked at him, and this time, unafraid of his natural form, before she spoke. A pause as she let the room settle.
"You were cursed."
"What?" He was quickly confused.
"A curse. This... demonic form, unlike any I've ever seen. In another lifetime, you fell in love with a woman, who belonged to another man. Your love was forbidden. Power over came him. Greed over came another man. Rage over came you. And... the power of a witch cursed you."
"Are you saying I've been here before?"
"Three men, one woman. You were cursed."
"By who?" He asked.
"I don't know. You will have to give me time. Foresight, is easy for me. But, going back, and unlocking the past, takes a lot of power. So, I need time" she spoke lowly, catching her breath.
"How much time."
"I don't know. A couple weeks, this kind of magic, hurts my business. I won't be able to read people for a couple of days, and I lose money this way. So, give me two-three weeks, and come back. But I need a hefty payment from you."
"What, anything, name your price."
"Blood."
Okay. Too easy."
"No. I'm not cheap. Today was my gift to you. She handed him the envelope back. But, I need to add to my collection. I collect priceless things. Things, that are not easy to attain."
Damon, cracked his neck, as his body and face, went back to normal, slowly. "What's your price. I'm not rich, but, I will get you what you need?"
"Good. I need the blood of the original family. Anyone's blood. The mother, one the children. But the blood."
"Original family? I'm not from around here. Who are they?"
"The Mikealsons. Ask around. They aren't hard to find." Damon's face finally went back to his human form. He stood up, questioning this woman's motives.
"How do you suppose I do that?"
"You're an Augustine, are you not? I hear that daughter, fancies a man with a pretty face."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Because... I'm the only key to your answers. And I sense, your vendetta is exactly what I've been waiting for."
"Vendetta?"
"Yes. Centuries in the making." She grinned.
.O.
Damon walked out of the small shop headed around the corner, when he bumped into the body of a petite woman. His arms quickly wrapped around her to keep her from falling backwards, and she grabbed onto his jacket for dear life. Two bodies walking at full human speed. Bonnie's breath hitched, when her chest collided into his.
She looked up to apologize. "Oh gosh, I'm-" her eyes caught his, and she froze, feeling some familiarity. Their eyes caught, and he just stare at her earth-toned eyed. Golden, and sun lit was her light brown hair, as her cinnamon skin reflected a heat he'd never felt in another human. And while she didn't touch his skin, his temperature was very cool. "I... am clumsy." She gently pulled her eyes from his blue eyes to his pink lips, and whispered. "Sorry."
"Bonnie!" They both heard from across the street, as an angry Marcel called out. Damon quickly let her body go, and stood frozen, until he saw her picking up her purse, and the contents which spilled out. Several gold bracelets, and rings. She had an affinity for gold. Lip gloss, and a notebook. He bent down and grabbed her notebook along with other contents to hand to her when Marcel called back out to her.
"Bonnie, we need to talk." Damon handed her the some of the contents of her bag, and she put them away.
"Thank you." She whispered, and he nodded politely before she stood up, disappearing to Marcel as he crossed the street to her half way. Damon noticed Marcel give him a strange look, but realized he was too consumed with Bonnie to make mention. Quickly, it looked like their discussion became heated. Damon stood watching her walk away. Something about her was frozen in his brain, and he couldn't pinpoint it. She turned, to look at him once more, and he was still there staring. She stood there for several seconds while Marcel spoke, and couldn't take her eyes off the stranger. Both staring until a large bus got caught in the traffic light, blocking their vision of one another. When it disappeared, Bonnie and Marcel were gone, and Damon stood with a small notebook in his hand, along with a gold bracelet. He read the engraving. Happy 21st birthday "Dolor Ignis Veritas" Love, Q
Damon slid the bracelet in his pocket and held onto the notebook with hopes to run into this mystery woman again.
So, Damon's story will come to light, as Bonnie's past is revealed. The Bennett's and the Mikaelsons have a long history, but... some of it has been covered up. The death of Marcel's men, is leading up to a bigger storyline. Both Damon and Bonnie are plagued by visions which may or may not be connected ;) Klaus is trying to get Bonnie caught up with Marcel. And Perrine Pearl, is one of my original characters. I imagine her as Lynn Whittfield, and she will be sticking around, probably both helping and causing problems for the Salvatore's. Thank you for reading.
