Sorry for not updating sooner! I was still trying to decide if I should continue or not. But anyway I am continuing and will try to update every week. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review :)
Bonnie sighed as she looked at her surroundings. She was stood in the massive dilapidated, white mansion that had been home to the ghost's of very powerful witches for hundreds of years. Bonnie had decided that she wanted her afterlife to be better than her life, even through that was probably impossible. So to claim a clean slate, she thought it would be prudent to go and apologise to her ancestors for bringing shame to the Bennett name.
A shiver racked her body, despite the fact she was unable to feel the cold.
It was impulse; an action that people did when they were scared or nervous. Just because she was dead, it didn't mean she was rid of such emotions. She couldn't but feel nervous about facing a group of witches who were likely to be furious with her. Bonnie had asked her Grams if she could accompany her when she met with witches. However, her Grams refused.
"This is something you have to do alone. Alone you will earn their respect and possibly their forgiveness. If I go with you, they will never forgive you." Grams had explained to her.
Bonnie understood this. Though normally, witches were prone to sticking together. Bonnie had defied this rule by learning expression. By doing this she declared herself independent, which is how she had to stay until they welcomed her back. Bonnie tucked a stray hair that hung in front of her face, behind her ear, while she waited for the witches to come to her.
In this moment, all the bad things she'd with her magic is sprang to her mind, making her even more nervous than she was before. All of a sudden, there was a bang, causing Bonnie to whip round on instinct in the direction of the rise. When no other noise was heard, she decided to dismiss, turning her head back round.
It was then that Bonnie noticed the 6 witches standing in front of her, all of their gazes focused on Bonnie. Bonnie jumped slightly, and looked them back in eyes, knowing that looking down would be considered rude.
Bonnie didn't recognise any of them except for the distinct figure of Emily Bennett in the back. They all had brown skin and black hair but this was where the similarities ceased. They were all wore extremely different clothing, from different eras in time. Bonnie would've found it fascinating if she wasn't so nervous.
The witch standing directly in front of Bonnie beckoned her forward. She wore a black leather jacket, with brown trousers and a peach coloured top. Her hair was shoulder- length and curly.
"We're listening." She said adamantly.
Bonnie interpreted it as an order to speak. She held her head up high and began.
"Welcome. I have requested your presence here today to ask for your forgiveness in all that I-" Bonnie stopped mid sentence. She didn't feel comfortable with her words and disliked her formal tone. She sighed.
"Look, I am no good at this. Ever since I found out I was a witch I've hardly gotten to enjoy it. I've spent most of the time sorting out the problems of vampires. And then I got involved with expression and so many things that I wasn't supposed to." Bonnie confessed, the words pouring out like water "I am not proud of what I've done and I just came here to say how sorry I am. If you will still have it in you, I ask for you to forgive me and give me another chance because if you do then I promise I will never shame witches like I have now."
The witches looked at Bonnie, taking in her confession. The witch at the front took a step closer to Bonnie. She looked behind her at the other witches, each of them communicating with their eyes. After a few seconds, they all nodded in unison, the front witch turning back to Bonnie. All through this, Bonnie had been nervously wringing her hands. At once she was shocked at the words she'd just said, but didn't regret them as they it was entirely the truth. What was the point in apologizing if it wasn't sincere?
"Bonnie Bennett, we accept your apology." The front witch spoke. Her voice was tinged with power and superiority, despite the fact that her eyes were soft and kind.
"But this is your last chance. If you disgrace us again, there will be no turning back."
Bonnie smiled, before her face twisted in confusion as she attempted to try and fully comprehend her words.
"I am sorry but, how can I disgrace you again? I am dead." Bonnie inquired. "I am dead, aren't I?"
An uncomprehending look passed across the witches face.
"Yes you are dead Bonnie. For now. Who knows what the future may hold?" She said ambiguously.
Before Bonnie knew it, the witch started to fade, along with the others standing behind her, their silhouettes blending with the air. Bonnie watched them, her heart thumping with adrenalin. Before they fully disappeared, Emily Bennett mouthed something to her.
Bonnie deciphered the words as 'Good Luck'
"Wait!" She cried "What do you mean? Come back!"
But by the time she'd spoke, they had already gone. Bonnie growled in frustration, feeling hopelessness that she'd had to deal with all through her life. Her heart was still hammering in her chest, anticipating the witches to come back at any moment. Looking around frantically, she raced back outside to where her Grams was waiting for her.
As soon as Grams saw Bonnie's stricken expression, she frowned.
"What's wrong child?" She demanded as Bonnie strode up to her.
Bonnie attempted to control her breathing as her chest moved dramatically up and down.
"I-." She started to say, and then stopped. She wondered whether telling Grams about her encounter was a wise idea. Grams hadn't been allowed to be there, therefore telling Bonnie that what happened had to remain a secret.
"Nothing, just a bit shaken. That's all." Bonnie lied "I would say that I am tired, but that's impossible. I am dead."
Well for now, she couldn't help but think to herself.
Grams could tell that it was something more serious that was bothering her granddaughter, but she knew that pushing it would only worsen the situation.
Bonnie abruptly changed her expression to a happy one, not wanting to make Grams worry about her, which she could see was happening already.
"So." Bonnie started; her tone more cheerful "What do dead people do?"
Grams smiled sadly back. "They say their goodbyes."
Bonnie nodded, thinking that this would be good her. She hated it, but in her mind she was still alive. She was still fantasying about having sleepovers with Caroline and Elena and hanging out with Jeremy at the grill. She knew that she had to do this in order to let them go for good.
"Grams, do you mind if I do this alone?" Bonnie asked.
Grams nodded in reply. "Of course."
Bonnie smiled, turning away to leave, but then stopped when Grams touched her arm.
"If you think about them, it will automatically transport you to where they are." Grams told her.
Bonnie thanked her Grams for the advice and closed her eyes. She thought of Elena first. She was unsure of whether news of her death would have reached her yet, but still wanted to see how she was doing.
As soon as she thought of Elena, she was standing in front of her. She was crying hysterically in the Salvatore's living room, holding a picture of her, Bonnie and Caroline. Grief struck Bonnie instantly, for the life she used to have. A tear rolled down Bonnie's, landing on the picture of her and her friends.
"Why?" Elena sobbed "Why did you have to die Bonnie?"
Bonnie sighed. "I did it to save Jeremy. You'll be fine as long as you have him".
"Elena." A voice said.
Both Bonnie and Elena turned to see Damon staring worriedly at Elena.
"She's dead Damon. Bonnie, she's gone." Elena chocked out.
Damon rushed over to her and enveloped her in his arms.. Bonnie was warmed by the fact that the news appeared to have hit Damon quite hard. His eyes were glistening wetness as he listened to Elena cry. Bonnie decided that she couldn't take it anymore, listening to the sobs of one of her best friends. So instead, she thought of Caroline. In the next second, she was there with Caroline, who was lying on the sofa with her head in Sheriff Forbes lap.
"I can't believe she's gone." Caroline said quietly.
Her face was wet from tears and her eyes were blank, staring into space. Another tear fell from Bonnie's eye.
"I am sorry Caroline. But I had to." Bonnie told her.
"Who says?"
Bonnie whipped her head round to see who had spoken. Just as she suspected, Kol stood there smirking against the doorframe.
"Kol." Bonnie snapped. "What are you doing here? I never took you for a stalker."
Kol chuckled at that, amused by Bonnie's reaction to him. She was one feisty little witch.
"I'd like to call it observing darling. And plus, I wanted to check on dear Caroline was doing after the loss of my brother and now you." Kol replied mockingly.
Bonnie resisted the urge to strangle him, however she knew that wouldn't help her situation.
"Since when have you cared about Caroline?" Bonnie demanded.
Kol smirked again, making Bonnie start to wonder if that was the only expression his was capable of making.
"Since my favourite brother started to love her. I am a sucker for unrequited love stories." Kol said with a wink.
Bonnie felt her temper start to rise at the incorrigible original.
"What are you really doing here Kol?" Bonnie snapped.
"Well, I heard through the witchy grapevine that there is a chance return to the exciting life of being Elena's slave." Kol said ambiguously.
Bonnie gasped, her eyes widening, deciding to ignore the part about Elena and focus on the main principal of the sentence. So that was what the witches had meant. But how did Kol know that? Kol saw the puxxled look on her face and decided to enlighten her.
"I have friends in high places." He said cockily.
This time Bonnie smirked.
"Obviously not very high as you're still dead, aren't you?" Bonnie said mockingly.
The look Kol gave her was so filled with malice that Bonnie had the urge to flinch.
Obviously, she had struck a nerve. The abrupt change in Kol's mood indicated that she had heavily underestimated him, and that she should probably be careful about she said around bipolar original.
"Don't test me, little witch." He snapped.
"Or what? You're going to kill me? In case you haven't noticed. I am already dead." Bonnie couldn't help but in reply.
Kol let out a growl before wrapping a hand round Bonnie's throat and pushing her against the wall. Bonnie struggled to breathe, coughing and spluttering against the wall.
"No. But you can still feel pain. Can't you little witch?" He taunted.
Bonnie glared at him.
Kol couldn't help but be impressed by her. She was at his mercy and yet there was no fear in those deep, brown eyes of hers.
"Now if I release you, do you think you can find it in your heart to be civil?" Kol asked her.
Bonnie knew that she would rather face torture than be nice to Kol, but she knew that would get her nowhere. Plus he had information that she needed. There was also the fact that she hated the way his other hand, which was rested firmly on her stomach and was pressing her to the hall made her feel.
"Fine." She managed to choke out.
Kol smirked before realising her, catching her before she dropped to the floor. She looked back at him with contempt and confusion.
"You haven't answered my question." She stated.
"I am here because I think there is a way for you to live again. And if there a way, then there is a way for me." He said, his tone softer.
Bonnie glared at him. Of course he had his agenda.
"What makes you think I would risk bringing you back to life?" Bonnie snapped.
Kol chuckled. "My friends in high places may not be able to resurrect me, but they are perfectly capable of harming the people you care about."
Kol glanced in Caroline's direction, who was suffering in silence. All of a sudden, Caroline let out a scream, clutching her hand in pain.
"Caroline!" Both Bonnie and Sheiff Forbes shouted in unison.
Caroline looked at her hand to find a massive burn mark on her palm.
Bonnie looked at Kol, who had a serious expression on his face.
"Fine." Bonnie spat "But I have no idea how to do this."
Kol smiled, a plan already forming in his mind.
"How about Emily Bennett?" He suggested.
Bonnie looked at him like he was crazy, which she was pretty he was .
"She would never help me." Bonnie said.
"Oh yes she would if knew I was withy you. Me and the Bennett witches go way back." Kol said with a wink.
Bonnie raised her eyebrows at him, wondering what he meant by that.
"You're going to blackmail her?"
Kol grinned, impressed by Bonnie's intuition.
"Well done little witch. You're smarter than you look." He said patronizingly.
Bonnie was about to protest when Kol put a finger to her lips.
"You are going to let me do this or you can watch Caroline and Elena become pretty little corpses." He threatened.
Bonnie kept her mouth shut, instead shooting malicious glares at him.
"Now, I will leave you with vampire Barbie over there. Her sadness is starting to get contagious. I'll be in touch darling." Kol said, before turning and walking away.
As soon as he was gone, Bonnie let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. There was something about being with Kol that made her feel so heavily aware of everything. She sighed and looked at Caroline.
"Don't worry; I will protect you; whatever it takes."
With her promise left in the air, Bonnie left.
As she stepped outside, she saw her Grams waiting for outside the house.
"What about your parents?" Grams asked.
"Dad doesn't know and Abbey doesn't deserve to know." Bonnie said firmly in reply.
Grams nodded, taking Bonnie's hand.
Bonnie took one last glance at Caroline's house and nodded.
"I am ready."
Together, walked away Caroline house, while Bonnie wondered what an earth she had gotten herself into.