"Sometimes it takes balls to be a woman."
Darkness. Surrounded by utter darkness is how Bonnie stirs from a state of unconsciousness. Aching muscles protest against the prolonged position her body has been subjected to. A distressing hiss escapes through parted lips at the minimum movement of limbs. Motionless, she remains as she extends her senses to access her current location but the perpetual lack of illumination inhibits the pair of eyes to capture any source of light that would enable to distinguish objects, forms or people.
As trembling hands slither over the nearby floor, soil smudges Bonnie's palms which fuels her curiosity and growing despair instantaneously. And the defying silence is so loud, almost deafening, with the straining of my sense of hearing. Isolated from the residential area, probably to ensure that eventual attempts of escape and screaming would be futile, is her first speculation regarding her whereabouts. The events from the previous night flash before her eyes. The memory of that singular encounter with a smooth kitsune, by the name of Sin, and the words exchanged between the witch and the manipulative creature - including the imminent threat on Elena's life - become the reason behind the panic and dread unfurling from within.
For the time being, Bonnie's magic seems to rest under her wing yet the knowledge that it is only temporary cripples her inwardly. Her stomach twists in knots. A low hum of pain begins to nag at her from the region of her forehead and in just a few minutes the throbbing ache disseminates through her head, hindering the witch's competence to concentrate on any rational thought. As she presses a hand against her temple in an attempt to alleviate the pounding headache, Bonnie becomes aware of two facts. The first one being the few strands of hair that cling to the skin of the left temple and cheek, damp in texture. The faint metallic smell lingering in the air indicates the presence of blood. And the recollection from the last conscious moments of the previous night returns.
Sin had just foreshadowed the terminus of her best friend's life, followed by an eerie smirk that was quick to settle on his lips, when an object, most likely an empty bottle, collided against the side of her head. As darkness closed in on Bonnie, her vision dimming with each heartbeat, cruel lips quirked with sick amusement. And soon she was knocked out cold, defenseless in his uncaring embrace.
Involuntarily, ice-cold hands begin to tremble when the cold seeps into the bones and a light clinking disturbs the thundering silence. The heavy weight that sits on her wrists, resembling metallic shackles, restrains the upper limbs' movements. And that is the second piece of information she gathered. Afraid to draw attention by committing a breakout attempt, her every muscle freezes to guarantee complete inactivity of the body. But Bonnie's fate had already been sealed. The pair of eyes, no longer accustomed to light, reacts viciously to the sudden and unexpected passage of bright, blinding sunlight as the creaking iron door is opened. Time stands still when the creature she has been dreading to confront reappears from behind the massive door – Sin, the bewitching kitsune who managed to override Bonnie's free will.
Still squinting her eyes until adaptation to the light is achieved, a rough hand curls around the witch's arm before hauling her body upwards until the handcuffs restricting her freedom pull at her wrists. A hollow chuckle follows. "Mmm. Good afternoon, beautiful." The rich accent fills the room and the coldness laced to his words compel a shiver out of Bonnie. "Sleep well, dear? I would apologize for the rudeness, but you didn't exactly leave me with any other alternative to your behavior." Mortiferous lips glue themselves to the mocha skinned neck, fueling the command Sin already holds over her.
Victim of her own body, a primal moan forces Bonnie's lips apart, betraying every intention to remain unaffected by his endless torture.
"Good girl." He mumbles with satisfaction, running the tip of nose along the column of her neck.
"Wh-where am I?" The first try at sounding fearless is a complete and utter failure. Shying away from the kitsune's touch as his hand splays across her cheek, a faint whimper escapes and the hold on her arm tightens to the point where it has her crying out as pain disseminates.
"Shh. You must preserve your energy, witch. You'll be needing it soon. Also, your cries go unheard in this forsaken place. The living conveniently forget about the dead." Upon the perceiving of an expression of terror plastered on her face, his lips are quick to twist into a knowing smirk. "That's right, darling. You've been trapped in the Salvatore's mausoleum all along. After all, I had to take drastic measures to keep you quiet. I couldn't have any of those you call friends finding you before I unleash you."
Cautious to bypass the kitsune's attention by cloaking the stirring of magic, Bonnie invokes the power within in one last attempt to break free from the clutches of this monster's manipulation. The little cracks of the veil enveloped around her mind broaden, convincing her that she is making progress. Yet all the strain made is rendered unsuccessful the moment a hollow chuckle spills from Sin's mouth.
Again, he clamps a hand around her upper arm with vigor whilst strengthening authority on her free will and ability to perform magic. "You've been a naughty girl, Bonita." With a face of a god pressed against Bonnie's temple, his lips tease the shell of her ear as he spits words drenched with venom and spite. "Fun's over, witch. And it's time pop the champagne. Listen carefully, you are going to request a rendezvous with your best friend and then you will kill her. No questions asked." A satisfied chuckle rumbles through him when terrified eyes, reminding him of a deer in headlights, look up in a silent plea for clemency. To boost his enjoyment, dispassionate eyes fall upon her, engaging Bonnie's glassy gaze before emitting, to her mind, a surge of power so great that forces her lips to part and free a cry of utter agony. Trembling hands apply pressure on both sides of her head to alleviate the pain.
As a result, Bonnie's knees give way, colliding against the rough ground. "Pl-please stop." Silence follows instantly. The turmoil halts abruptly, and she is left panting with warm tears streaming down her face, praying for salvation for them all.
The creature who has yet to demonstrate any traces of mercy claps his hands together, demanding promptness from her. "I don't have all day, Bon Bon. Off you go! I've always enjoyed a good fight between two females, and I can't wait to see this one. A witch against a vampire. Remarkable."
With a mind that is no longer hers, a complete transformation of demeanor occurs to the naked eye. Compassion oozes from every pore, common sense vanishes into thin air and rational thought based on morality evaporates. As Bonnie rises into a standing position, every movement slow and predatory, steady hands shake the dust off last night's dress before accepting her phone back from Sin. A synergic gaze is shared between the two creatures, and her actions become a mirror of the kitsune's due to the mental connection established.
Confident about the forced allegiance, Sin allows the witch's exit from the mausoleum.
Elena was quick to respond to the vague text message sent just minutes ago by her friend, Bonnie. 'Meet me at the cemetery by the woods.' Simple and succinct.
Since Elena has agreed to get together so promptly, Bonnie is now on her way toward the most somber area of the deserted place where lost souls wander. The heavy smell of autumn lingering perpetually in the air, ink dark locks of hair float backwards with the light breeze, icy and unforgiving. Not one living soul can be spotted here, making it the perfect site in town to carry out the mission instilled in her. Shy rays of sunlight peek from behind the large leaves of the trees and the green fades to a plethora of shades of warm colors such as red, yellow and orange. The rustling of dried leaves beneath shoes captures Bonnie's attention, and lifting her chin, she finally manages to distinguish the familiar figure walking in her direction – Elena Gilbert.