Everything was blank when I first died. I felt zero out of five of my senses, just a dull numbness. There wasn't any darkness, and there wasn't any bright holy light calling to me. I didn't have the ability to feel, to know that I was dead. Even the concept of time was lost, or time didn't matter in this blank and empty world.

If I were to describe it, it would be as if my entire existence felt like nothing. No end, no beginning, no breathtaking climax and no heart throbbing conclusion.

Then, I awoke. It was like waking up after drowning, I couldn't count the number of breaths I took, I reveled in the fact that I was hyperventilating. The fact my eyes were open, blood shot but open, and the fact my body sat upright I took as a blessing, not knowing how or why I was alive.

After waking up from death, everything hit me at once. My whole body went from numb to having the volume turned all the way to one hundred. I could hear the wind blow through each follicle of hair on my scalp, and I could smell the heavy and intoxicating scent of my favorite broth from my favorite meal.

The rooftop of Mystic Falls High school ~

It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. There wasn't a chance in hell that this was happening, that the man responsible for all of her pain, suffering, sorrow, and anger could not be standing only a couple of steps away.

Why did it take all of this time to connect the dots? How did she not realize him sooner? Most importantly, how in the hell did he look the same exact way since that ugly and horrific day.

"How?" she demanded.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to need a little bit of more context if you want me to answer your question." Naruto innocently stated.

With a raise of her voice she demanded again, "what in the hell are you!?'

The blonde vampire sat up, smirked, and lightly patted the spot next to him. The girl, whose thoughts where racing a mile a minute didn't take the bait. Somehow, someway, the dark figure that she saw in her dreams at night, savagely ripping apart limbs, tearing off heads, and bathing and drinking the blood of his victims finally has a face. She somehow remembered what he looked like.

Since the day Naruto first transferred to school, she could tell there was something off about him, and the reminiscent feeling that he seemed to give off was also odd as well. Until now she didn't put much thought into it, unconsciously filing it into a 'think about later' folder.

Now, finally, she could confront her demons, and whether or not she's killed this morning, she could end her paranoia, insomnia, and the pain that never seemed to leave her. This was her moment and she was going to take full advantage of it, no matter what the cost.

"How damn it!? How in god's name do you look exactly the same from that night?" her voice started to crumble, and as if a damn broke, tears started freely falling from her olive green eyes yet she didn't falter in her questioning.

"It's been over ten years, but you still look like exactly the same. Stop just looking at me and speak already dammit!" Using up most of her adrenaline, aided with the raging bull of emotions that coursed within her, she started walking towards him.

Her eyes were clearly filled with fear, but she had determination which Naruto couldn't ignore or face.

At first he thought he could talk her down smoothly, use his charms and knock her out without making too much of a fuss. The problems aligned with that strategy was piss poor though, in order for her to forget this conversation he would have to compel her. Naruto didn't know if she had vervain in her system and the last thing he wanted for her was to end up in a psych ward.

After thinking it over, he decided that thinking and strategy wasn't his forte anyway. Naruto was always blunt and brutally honest. Besides, she deserves better than his half assed lies.

Scratching the back of his head he brought his trademark grin out and said, "Ya know, people usually tell me that I have a fucking profanity problem."

The look she gave him was one of sheer hatred and disgust. "Do you honestly think is funny, like it's some type of game?" she marched forward with more confidence with each step.

"Because of you, every time I close my eyes I see blood, and I see you and your bright blue devil eyes enjoying yourself." She sharply took an intake of breath,

"Do you realize the amount of therapy and shit I had to go through? Whenever I talk about what I saw that damn night people look at me as if I were crazy, like this was all the imagination of an eight year old. I reached a point where when people started saying it enough I started to believe it myself when they said I was psycho. That there was no way, it was impossible, never heard of, go back to sleep, forget about it, move on."

She was now only a few feet away, face to face with the main source of confusion of her dreams.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," taking a shaky breath she then pleaded, "Please, tell me I'm not crazy, that whenever someone looked at me like I should be wearing a strait jacket, I actually can believe in the middle finger I threw them."

Naruto looked fondly at this girl that sprouted and grew up from that little adorable, chubby cheeked, bright eyed little girl. As he dived into her teal round eyes, it was as if he was looking into a reflection. The pain of feeling alone, like everyone else around him acted as if he was a nuisance, a problem that was annoying to deal with.

"I hate to ask you this, but tell me what you remember and I'll fill in the gaps. I ain't a liar, so you don't have to worry about me being dishonest. You have my word." Naruto said while patting the open space next to him again.

For some reason, this time she didn't hesitate to take the seat he offered. She didn't know what it was, but it was like she knew she could trust him and the words he spoke. She was still terrified beyond hell but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. If he wanted to, he could have done so that night, or any time in between the time span of her confronting him and now.

"Alright, I don't know if you're just a lazy ass or if this is your genuine line of thinking but," taking a deep breath as she forced herself to relive what she tirelessly tried to forget, Bonnie began, "I was at my granny's house because my mom and pops were having another one of their screaming matches..."

~ 2001 Mystic Falls ~

"Mr. Cuddles, why are you so dirty?" a little curly haired girl whined.

Picking the teddy bear up from off the ground, she inspected her beloved best friend, and noticed gray ash marks smeared all over its plush little body. Bonnie carried her little legs over to the bathroom so she can give Mr. Cuddles a wash.

She knew this was her own fault because she had forgotten her favorite bear at her Granny's house the last time she was over here. She remembered crying and begging to mother to turn around so they could recover her friend, but like always, her mother repeated the same words that she always said whenever Bonnie was throwing a tantrum.

"Don't worry baby, mommy's got you."

Whenever she heard those words come out of her mother's mouth, she secretly hated it. It was like the words had no real meaning to it, like her intentions were to only shut her up.

When Bonnie finished washing the now soaked dirty brown Mr. Cuddle's, she placed him outside on the back patio. As Bonnie stepped outside, the instant rush of wind that swiftly sprung about the goosebumps on her skin brought a cheesy smile.

The daylight from the setting sun that graced her skin, and the beautiful scene of a sunset that gave a show of beautiful blues, oranges, yellows, and purples made the little starry eyed girl's overall demeanor peaceful.

Bonnie loved whenever she was outside, whether she was at the park or if she was walking to school, it was absolute bliss to feel the energy of nature around her. Watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting the sky into a beautiful color of maroon blue, little Bonnie did not want this moment to end.

Quickly, she scurried over to her Granny's room and right before she made a grab towards the knob, noticed the door was already creaked open.

"Hey Grams, can I go to the top hill? I promise I won't be gone for too long."

The inside of her granny's room carried smoke, and the reminiscent smell of her incense filled Bonnie's nostrils. When she opened the door to get a better look, she saw her Granny with her eyes closed muttering something under her breath. Whatever she did catch, the little girl did not understand a word. When her Granny suddenly nodded her head that was all the answer she needed.

"Thank you grams!"

Bonnie turned around and ran towards dining room table and used her small chubby hands to pick up a wooden chair that was a few centimeters taller than her. She carried it to the coat rack in the front room in order to grab her all white hoodie that had had small little butterfly's circled around the cuffs of her sleeves and that trailed down her zipper.

Closing the door behind her, she sprinted past the houses along the sidewalk and turned a corner that gave view to an incredibly steep hill.

"Awe man, it's already dark outside. I knew I should have asked her earlier." She said disappointed.

Right as she began her walk back to grams house, music started to distinctly shake and vibrate her small body. Looking for the source of the music, she followed her ears and let them guide her.

Bonnie made sure to remember the direction she was going in, not wanting to get lost… again. The last time wasn't all that scary because the Walmart employee found her before she felt like she was alone in that big store.

Seriously, why is that store so big? Bonnie remembered when her mother lost her father, later finding him at the cash register with a box that had those weird rubber thingy's.

While she was walking, she kept the promise of being back soon in the back of her head. As long as she made it back before way too long it should be ok.

Bonnie came stopped at the walkway of a huge mansion. The windows illuminated bright red, and as she tip toed to the front door, she took note that the door was actually unlocked. From the sound of it, there seemed to be a group of people in the house. Music buzzed the ground, and Bonnie, being the naturally over curious child that she was, slowly swung the door.

(Play Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin)

Here I stand

Helpless and left for dead

The sound of an electric guitar being strummed that felt hard and dark in melody made a lump of spit that Bonnie had to swallow. Her first step was the one that told her that if she was brave enough to start this adventure, then she could finish it with no sweat. The second step made it easier, and with her feet now moving at a regular pace, she made it through the hallway and into what looked like a scene straight out of a princess movie.

I believe in you

I can show you that

I can see right through all your empty lies

I won't stay long

In this world so wrong

Bonnie's olive eyes showed wide and deep with amazement at the event that she was not invited to.

A chandelier shined with red lightbulbs, cascading blood red light all over the room. People where dressed in masquerade masks with black and white dresses and suits respectively. The ballroom was covered in pairs of dancers dancing the waltz with perfect coordination.

The more Bonnie looked at it, the more it looked and seemed as if the entire room was dancing at the same time, matching move sets with every dip, step, and courtesy. To Bonnie, it was one of the weirdest sights she had ever seen, but even weirder were the two gentleman that did not have masks on.

One had dark hair and a devilish smile. He wore a classic black suit and tie, with a stained white dress shirt underneath. He gazed at the people that were dancing with so much concentration that Bonnie thought if he was trying to learn how to dance by watching them.

The other man looked younger, he had dull blue eyes, blond spiky hair, and whisker marks that made him look like a cat. The more she thought about it, she decided he looked like more of a fox then a cat. He was the only person that didn't stick to the dress code, wearing an orange vest with a black dress shirt tucked underneath his dark pants.

Say Goodbye

As the music reached the chorus, the dark haired man without a mask viciously snatched a girl away from her male dance partner and then, unexpectedly, sunk his teeth into her neck, making red liquid burst from neck like a fire hose.

As we dance with the devil tonight

Don't you dare look at him in the eye

There was no scream, not from her or from anyone else in the room. They all just continued to dance as if a woman wasn't being eaten right in front of their eyes.

He then raised his face from her neck with a sickening wide smile. The eyes of the man were blood red, and the veins around them looked like they wanted to pop out of his face. He let go of the woman letting gravity take her to the floor with a hard thud.

What happened next, Bonnie couldn't take her eyes away from, no matter how much she wanted to, and no matter how much future pain it was going to cause her.

Trembling

Crawling across my skin

Feeling your cold dead eyes

Stealing the life of mine

It was absolute carnage, when the blond made his move he instantly appeared behind a couple only to use his hands to chop their heads off. One by one, he super sped across the ballroom floor tearing off ligaments, draining blood out of wrists, necks, and whatever else he could put his mouth on. A shower of red rain hit the tiles, and the dark haired man laughed like he was having the best time in the world.

The blue eyed devil laughed maniacally with him, both of whom had blood drenched on their bodies from head to toe. The constant waste of life continued, body after body fell like dominos, and Bonnie could only cry now. Wanting to go home. Wondering why she made the stupid decision to go outside. She didn't care who it was, all that she prayed for was for somebody to take her away from this hellish nightmare and make these horrid memories disappear.

I won't last long

In this world so wrong

Say Goodbye

As we dance with the devil tonight

Don't you dare look at him in the eye

As we dance with devil tonight

~ Present ~

"Wow that was a lot more melodramatic than what I thought." Naruto stated.

"That shit was straight out of an episode of American Horror Story!" Bonnie exclaimed.

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