Hollow bastion: Chapter II
Wow! I am pleasantly surprised with the enthusiasm for my story! Thank you for everything; the reviews, alerts, and support! I'm really grateful for it all! :)
And I really do apologise for the tardiness! I kept editing this chapter over and over. And then I saw Episodes 21 & 22 this morning. My eyes are so swollen. lol!
It was still dark out. The moon hidden behind grey clouds. The sun would surely come out soon if Stefan had remembered correctly.
He soon sensed a presence behind him, turning around, he looked to see his brother. Bloodied lips and steel eyes widened with excitement.
"Brother, you should try her."
Stefan gave a pained look, turning back to the window. "I prefer not to be in your company right now."
The elder of the two smirked, "Why, dear Stefan? Could it be that you are having withdrawal symptoms..?" running a finger along his reddened lips, knowing full well Stefan could just /smell/ the young witch's blood.
"Or, it might be that over the course of the years, it has become increasingly difficult to be around you." a fist clenched tightly, trying to block his senses from the blood.
"You seem to forget we are no longer human. I threw what little morals I had to begin with out the window eons ago."
"You killed her Grandmother, and fed on her without her consent, let alone her acknowledgement. I don't think you have to be human to know the rules of a gentleman."
"Hmm, true. I do prefer them awake. Squirming or moaning under my grasp. Either of the two works fine~" he said nonchalantly.
Stefan barely spared his brother a second glance.
"Maybe this is why Kathe-"
"Cease your incessant babble this instant. I will ripe you to shreds if you speak that whore's name in my presence again."
Damon paused, his eyes going gentle for a moment.
"Speaking of whores, I found her in that town Mystic Falls with the witch."
The younger of the two kept his shocked expression, surprised at the location of the possible doppleganger, unlike most who would be by the quick change of temper his elder brother seemed to have, too often.
"Then why does it matter for you to find her?" Stefan asked, not sure if he wanted to say Katherine's name again.
Damon traced a pale hand across his face. Covering his eyes from his younger brother, he said, "How many times do I have to tell you? A certain /friend/ of mine is coming, and I need her for a sacrifice."
"Then why is the witch necessary? Just let her go, and deal with your 'friend'."
"Dear brother, you will soon come to learn that not everything is that simple."
Damon turned to leave, but Stefan grabbed his wrist before he left.
"Just be careful with her. She must be ex-"
Damon snatched his hand away quickly, not wanting to sit through a lecture from his younger brother.
"You handle your own, and I will handle mine."
And this time, Damon left.
Something inside Bonnie stopped. Ever since her mother died, she thought she would be void of any feelings. But when her Grandmother came in as a mother figure, something...some warm fire in her rekindled and she was given a loving warmth that stayed with her...until now.
She felt cold, the fire stopped. She opened her eyes and saw nothing. It was dark. Bonnie tried to feel around for something, anything.
She felt cool silk in her closed fists. A bed? Bonnie for the most part expected chains and whips, in some sort of dungeon. You couldn't exactly blame her though; bored village woman seemed to have a knack for spicing up rumours pertaining to the Salvatore siblings.
Reaching a hand around her neck, Bonnie scratched it constantly. Something had bitten her there; perhaps a bug bite...
She sensed around the room, finding a few candles, she used her powers to light a flame.
Bonnie gasped at what she saw.
A grand room, silken curtains and bedding. Gold crown moulding across the walls, with marble floorings. Several chandeliers adorned the ceiling, and she concentrated, lighting them all.
"Beautiful." someone took the words right out of Bonnie's mouth.
Turning, she let out a small eep, and rushed back to the bed, covering herself with the silken blankets. All too soon remembering that she was wearing just her nightgown.
"Although I meant your potential, you too are quite captivating." the green eyed man said.
Bonnie said nothing, too frightened by the rumours to say anything. Her heart was pounding, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"I am sorry." he continued, keeping Bonnie curious. She opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't trust her voice yet.
"You are not aware? Oh dear.." Stefan said, covering his worried face with his hands.
"Wh-What?" Bonnie asked, speaking for the first time. She was worried; if he was worried, then something was wrong.
Her voice was like gold to him. He smiled a genuine smile, but it fell short as his name was called.
"Stefan!" a deep voice was heard throughout the spacious hallways, reaching the room Bonnie and the young man were in.
The younger man's, now known as Stefan, forehead creased in worry from hearing his name. "Not again..." he mumbled under his breath.
Bonnie, still too scared to find amusement in the man's obvious displeasure, pulled the covers up higher and tighter. She recognised the voice. It belonged to the older of the two Salvators.
Stefan turned back in her direction, bowing in apology. "I'm sorry our first meeting had to be cut so short. I hope we will have another chance to greet one another in the near future."
He didn't walk out the door, lest he run into his brother. Instead, Bonnie barely blinked before he merged behind a shadow and disappeared.
The young witch barely had anytime to comprehend Stefan's exit, as the owner of the deep voice entered the room.
"Bonnie." Damon whispered as he entered.
The sheets in Bonnie's hands were mere threads. She had diminished all possible recgognisable traces that it had actually been a bed liner.
"Dance with me." he ordered gently, walking toward the grand bed currently being torn apart by the little witch, he extended a pale hand.
Bonnie didn't move, didn't respond. She was too terrorised.
Damon only smiled, twisted his outreached hand in a beckoning gesture.
The young witch shrieked in fear as she felt herself being pulled towards the vampire without physical movement.
Quickly, she used her magic to plant herself on the bed, but Bonnie had already overexerted herself. So the spell fell short, and she continued to be dragged across the silken sheets.
The bed was so grand, it felt like an eternity in the witch's eyes. Her eyes darted across the room, looking for something to save her; nothing.
He took her hand in his own, and drifted around the room in a lazy saunter.
Bonnie tried repeatedly to escape, but it was if she hadn't moved at all. His hands were as solid as boulders.
"Let me go!" she yelled.
"Ah, she finally finds her voice?" Damon said coming to a stop.
She hadn't noticed they had moved to the library. But for some reason, she didn't remember leaving the first room.
"What happened? Where is my grandmother?" Bonnie asked boldly now. She didn't know where she was, and she wasn't in the least bit comfortable. That fire was coming back, and she was getting angry.
Damon could sense that, and smirked. "My lady, I am terribly sorry. Miss Sheila Bennett is dead. She sacrificed herself for you." He wanted to break her, he loved the range of her emotions. Damon had been studying her for quite sometime, and he wanted to study her. Keep Bonnie and explore the ranges, whether it hurt her or not.
"Oh." Bonnie whispered. Damon gestured her to a seat, and she quickly took it, fearing she might faint if she stood any longer.
"She's dead.." Talking more to herself then Damon, she couldn't believe it.
"She was very kind to me, and before she died, she asked me to care for you in her...permanent absence." Damon lied through his teeth.
She couldn't believe it. This felt like a bad dream she would wake up from in a moment.
"C-Can you lead me to my room then, Lord Salvatore?"
"Yes, certainly." He said. Bonnie definitely didn't remember how they had gotten to the library, because it was a three minute walk from her room...
She tried to become familiar with the layout of the manor as they walked. Damon had apologised several times and said even though timing might be inappropriate, but she could drop the formalities and call him Damon.
"Thank you." She whispered as they finally got to her room. She was happy the Damon didn't question her anymore and left her to her devices.
Once in the room, she sat on the bed. Someone had changed the threaded silken sheets, she noted.
She sat for a good hour before she decided to get sone rest. Bonnie only slept for a few minutes before she began to cry in her sleep. Damon sat in the parlour, in front of the fire listening to her sobs with a devilish smirk on his face.