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Incase you haven't noticed I am so super hyper active to write about this chapter! I am so pumped up for this... No idea why? Just am. Maybe it has to do with the 10 cups of coffee, I had this morning. Though, in my defense ... all through out last night my little brother kept waking me up every five minutes because he was sick and wanted me to take care of him. Damn his diabolical cuteness! Plus, I had double history in college, so I really needed the coffee to wake myself up. But it turns out my lessons were cancelled (YES! Though I did get extra homework) and so I decided to write this in my now free lessons. So here it is!
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Caroline could not believe her eyes. There was her best friend. Scattered on the ground. Limp. Still. Unmoving. Like she was dead. And, this was something she could never allow.
"Bonnie." she cried as her knees, hit the ground roughly, as she knelt beside her friend, grabbing her, to twist around to face her upwards.
She started to shake her, almost like she was mixing a drink, trying to grasp Bonnie back from the beyond. It wasn't working. Hadn't she warned her not to scare her like this before? God, damn her friend. She was so going to kill her when, not if, when Bonnie would come back to consciousness.
"Come on, Bonnie." Elena cried as she too, follows, Caroline actions and fell on the ground. She had to care for her friend. Just as Caroline. No, she had to care more than Caroline. After all, she was more noble.
"Here, let me see her." Meredith says. Both girls move away, creating a path for her to enter the scene. Both of the girl's thoughts were on the same line. Meredith was a doctor. She could help.
Meredith, sweeps her hand across Bonnie's temple, brushing back her hair, each strand individually tickling her palm. She presses her hand, against Bonnie's head, only to immediately remove it, like she was burned. Although, She had been. Bonnie was boiling hot, like she was some like of never-ending furnace. Meredith, felt like her hand had been scarred by this chaotic heat.
"S...She has a heavy fever. She's sick." Meredith announces her voice trembling. She was a doctor. To see any kind of person suffering, pulled at her heart-strings, especially if she felt powerless to help.
Caroline felt like she had to blame someone. She could not stop the feeling ravishing through her body. But who could she blame? The answer had easily been voice out by Elena...
"It's your fault Damon. Couldn't you tell how weak she was? And you still pick on her. You shouldn't have rushed her in to the spell."
Hypocrite bitch, Caroline couldn't help but think. It was Elena who was the most eager for Bonnie to do the spell. It was Elena who literally order Bonnie to do the spell. And yet, Caroline really couldn't say anything.
"Just give her some of our blood. She'll be fine."
Leave it to Damon, to care less about the witch's health. Though, he had to tread carefully with his words. Elena was angry with him. He shouldn't say something that would completely turn her away from him.
"Umm, sorry to excuse you... But...What the hell is going on?"
All the 'gang' heads snap to the direction of the voice, towards the six new visitors. Caroline almost forgot they were here. Almost. So she look at the new intruders and studied them. One girl, the one in the middle, hair was a golden blonde color, her eyes representing the brilliant stone lapis lazuli. Even Caroline, had to grudgingly admit she was absolutely gorgeous.
Next to her were two girls. One had red, fiery head, each strand very curly. Large doe eyes, almost like a dog's puppy eyes, stares back at everyone. She was short, yet still had a curly figure. To Caroline, she resembled some lost pixie. The other one, look really familiar, like... well, she look exactly like Meredith.
Caroline eyes widened, like two big source pan's of blue water. She could not believe it. The girl look exactly like the Meredith beside her. There was no difference Caroline could spot from where she was. But... it was impossible. There could be no two Meredith. But as Caroline look, at the other people, she felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her. There was Matt. A guy, who look like her Matt, that was looming over her. Not possible. There were two Matt's, just like Meredith.
Then, Caroline saw them. One of the men she had never seen before. He was tall, built, and very pale. His hair, was a soft light caramel color, part of it lightly swaying over his forehead. Though, his best feature were his forest green eyes, resembling the color of healthy green leaves. He wasn't the person who shocks her though.
Because, next to this man, was Damon. Except it wasn't Damon. He still had black hair, the color of a crows feather, and his skin was still deathly pale, the color of the shining moon. Same facial structure. The nice, slope to his nose, full lips, but the huge and only difference was his eyes. They were black. Dark black. Midnight black. Like a shadow on a hot summer day.
Everyone was shock. Meredith stares at Meredith. Matt checks out Matt. And the two Damon's glare at each other. No one had any idea what the fuck is happening. It is almost like they had step into some horrid nightmare. Like they stepped into some la la fantasy land. No one could believe it. No matter how much the pictures dances in front of their eyes.
"We have to get her in the house. We need to cool her down. She is only going to get worse." Meredith says breaking the hallow silence. As much as she doesn't understand how that girl looks exactly like her... Bonnie now, should be the top priority .
"Here. Bring her in." Mrs. Flowers whispers moving aside. She had no idea who the girl who collapse was. However she knew that these people cared for her. And if they cared that meant, they could not be evil. Call her naive if you wanted to. But Mrs. Flowers had experience a lot in her life, so she had gained a lot of wisdom. This was the time to put it in to use.
"Well, looks like the old lady has finally lost it." The guy with the dark black eyes who look exactly like Damon speaks up.
His voice was full of arrogance. It sounded just like the Damon, Caroline has to always deal with. Just the same.
"Hey. Don't say that. She needs help." the girl with the red hair wailed.
"We have no idea who they are. I do not trust them."
A brisk reply, yet the threat intended was fully involved.
"No. Listen to me. We should just take them in for now. Some of them looks like us. We need some answers." the girl with the blonde hair spoke up.
No one says anything back to her, which is strange. Well, to Caroline anyway.
"Come inside all of you. Bring her in. I'll help." Mrs. Flowers says as she moves away from the door.
Caroline, couldn't think of a moment that was more awkward than now. Nothing. This was just weird. Tension was deep in the air.
They were in the same living room in the boarding house. Everything was the same as always. The 'gang' is all on one side of the room, while the other people, the ones that look like them, are on the other side of the room. Between them, on the sofa was Bonnie. She had a wet, cold cloth against her forehead, and was place in a very comfortable place. She was in the center of the room.
On each side, people were eyeing each other, distrust present in their eyes. All the same questions flew through their mind:
Who are they?
Why did some of them look like each other?
Was this some kind of wicked, sick twisted joke?
Who would do this?
No one spoke. It was like they all automatically agreed, they wasn't going to start until Bonnie woke up. The only sound was the slow tick tock of the grandfather clock.
Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick
The sound was pissing Damon off the most. He felt like grabbing the clock and hurling it our of the window. Why won't the witch wake up? Damn, he was going to make her pay, when she does. His eyes, look back at the guys who look like him. Whoever the fuck he was, he better watch out. Damon was in no mood to play.
Bonnie hated the darkness. She hated the way, it curled around her. She hated the way, it tried to consume her. She wanted out.
She forced herself to function again. She forced her eyes to open. Finally, it works. Her eyes open slowly. The light instantly blinds her, forcing her to cover her eyes with her arms. She groans loudly, her head spinning in circles. She felt sick. Her head, felt like it was going to explode. She had no idea why she felt this way in the first place.
"Bonnie. Your awake." Caroline says. The vampire, instantly flew to her, helping her up in a sitting position.
Her arms, twisted awkwardly. They were incredibly sore, like she had run a marathon. Something, fell off her head, flying pass her eyes. She look down to find the sloppy, wet cloth across her lap. She look up at Caroline, her eyes staring almost like she was in some sort of trance.
"Caroline. What happened?" Bonnie asks.
Before Caroline, can even reply, Damon Salvatore stepped forwards.
"I think you fucked up more than usual." he snaps directly to her.
Bonnie instantly narrows her eyes, at him. What the heck was his problem?
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"The spell. You really have fucked it up."
"And how are you so sure about that?"
"I'm pretty sure."
"Stop acting so high and mighty."
"There you go again... Your judging."
"What!?"
"You heard me."
"I can't believe you, you bastard."
"I believe you got it wrong. I am a handsome bastard."
"Damon. Stop!"
"Why? Run out of snaky comments Judgy?"
"You... You cocky bastard." Bonnie says her voice dangerously low.
She could only take so much Damon for a day. And right now, she had just an overdose of him. She may be feeling sick, not like herself, but she was so teaching Damon a lesson.
So, she easily, summoned some magic to her fingertips, ready to blast out. She snap her hand up in Damon's direction, and he suddenly flew back into the wall. Damon, smashed against the wall, sliding down.
She was angry. No, she was furious at him. Suddenly, her vision tilted, and she felt her stomach flip upside down. Shit, she was really out of it.
"Hey... Bonnie you know, as much as I like you flinging Damon around... Literally... he's right. Something went wrong." Caroline says, before jerking her head in the direction over Bonnie's head.
Bonnie frowns, wondering what the heck she was talking about. So she slowly turns around, and freezes like a statue. Her eyes easily analyse, the people. She had no idea how she didn't notice them before. She didn't recognize three of them. The two girls, with red and blonde hair, and the boy with caramel hair.
Her eyes, look at Meredith and Matt both of them staring at her. But what shocks her is Damon. Except of course it was not him. Her eyes snap from the Damon she just threw across the room, to the Damon leaning against the wall with obsidian eyes.
Not possible. No freaking way.
What else shocked her was the way they were looking back at her. Like she was some kind of different species they just discovers. All their eyes were wide open, jaws dropped down as low as possible, like they couldn't believe what just happen.
"What. The. Fuck. Was. That." Matt breathed, staring at Bonnie eyes wide open. He had never seen anything like it. She had made the guy she calls Damon flew across the room. How? It was not possible.
Bonnie frowns at Matt, wondering why he was staring at her like that. He did know she was witch. Then she look to the other side of the room, only to find another Matt staring at her. Her head, snaps side to side, not believing it. Two of them. There were two of them. Just like Meredith.
"Huh? What the-"
"Now you know why I said you fuck the spell... A lot." Damon says as he stands up acting like he wasn't just thrown into the wall moments ago.
She doesn't reply. She doesn't know how. What was she meant to say? It did explain why she was feeling this weak. The spell she did was much more than a simple transportation spell.
"Hey... Uh, sorry about before. We had to sort out some problems. I'm Elena." Bonnie's friend says as she tries to break ice.
Bonnie watches at the girl with the blonde hair, eyes flash with anger, before she explodes...
"What!? I'm Elena."
Silence.
"My name is Matt. This is Alaric." Bonnie watches as her Matt introduces himself.
"I'm Matt as well. This is Meredith." The other Matt says as he points to the girl, who looks like the doctor Meredith.
"Meredith as well. Jeremy." doctor Meredith says as she points to the little Gilbert.
Things are getting more confusing. Not only do some of them look like each other, they also have the same names.
Bonnie watches as the other Matt, the one she does not know, leans towards his Meredith and says "the guy at the back, next to this Jeremy, looks like Tyler. Our Tyler."
Tyler looks like he wants to say something, but hold's himself back.
"My name is Caroline. I'm sure you know Bonnie by now." Caroline says, putting on her best smile, nudging her witch friend while wiggling her eyebrows in a mischievous way.
Bonnie narrows her eyes at her friend. Seriously, how Caroline act so sane and happy with all this going on. She should be freaking out. Any normal person would.
"I'm Bonnie as well." The little red headed girl squeaks up.
Finally, the last people introduce themselves knowing very well, who they are to each other.
"Damon." the Damon who Bonnie deals with every single day says before he points to Stefan "He is my brother. Stefan Salvatore. I'm guess you guys are the same."
The guy with the caramel head nods. Dark-eyed Damon just shrugs his shoulders, his eyes trained on the girl on the sofa. Bonnie. It was obvious to tell she was the main reason for all this mishap. He could tell she was really weak from all of it too. He had no idea how she flew the guy, who look like him, the other Damon, to the wall but he was planning on finding out. This girl was powerful. Really powerful.
The silence, in the room stays for about a second, before everyone burst out shouting. The 'gang' shouts out at their impostors wondering what the hell is going. Insults are tossed. Retorts are answered. Bonnie feels like she should say something, but couldn't.
"ENOUGH!" the Damon with the black eyes booms, and everyone shuts up instantly. All these wasted shouts are giving him a headache.
The Damon with the blue eyes instantly notices the power in the other Damon's voice. He didn't like it. He liked to take charge and it seemed this guy did too. That, did not settle well with him.
"You." dark-eyed Damon says as he stares at the Bonnie on the sofa.
She looks straight into his eyes and just stares. There was something different about this Damon, to hers. She could tell this one was more in control. Which, meant this one was more dangerous.
"Explain before I lost my patience."
Bonnie, glares at the guy. She didn't take well to being ordered around. Especially, from a Damon look-alike, yet she refrains from saying anything. It was just a waste of time.
"I don't know exactly what is happening. We must have transported here, from the spell, god knows where here is. The spell may have just may have taken us to a different dimension. This one. I don't know how we are all this similar. Maybe, this is just some kind of alternative universe. Though, I guess we can easily get back, if I use the same spell but in reverse. Forget this ever happened. Be on our own merry way." Bonnie simplifies it, the best she can.
It makes sense. In some ways.
"Okay then, Judgy, go on then. Bibbity bobbity boo us out of here." Damon says.
She looks, at Damon wondering why she shouldn't have knocked more sense into him. Oh well. Maybe next time. Though she was uncomfortable with two Damon's here. In the same room. So she was as eager to get out of here, as much as Damon.
"Fine. Let me get..." Bonnie's voice trails off. She looks left and right, her eyes widen in fear and horror.
"Bonnie, what is wrong?" Caroline asks.
"My g...grimoire. I... I can't find my grimoire. I don't know where it is."
He watches as his sister, bends forward and picks the old-fashioned book, off the spoil ground. He watches like a hawk, as her eyes brighten with curiosity mixed in with something else. Malice.
"The little girl left her book. Do you want us to pay her a little visit back and return it to her?"
He doesn't reply at first. It was still a surprise to him on what happened. The sudden flash of bright white light, and then the strange people appearing on the ground after it. It shocked him. It intrigued him.
"Not yet." he replies briskly to his sister.
He watches as her face turns to disappointment as she open the book, and runs through the pages. Her face vibrates boredom.
"But I want too." she wines.
"Not yet." he repeats again to his sister following, with the sentence "I know how you feel. We will pay her visit. Eventually. However for now, We have to withhold ourselves from doing so."
The girl was an extremely interesting specimen. The girl named Bonnie. She radiated power. Power, he desires. Power which he will get, one way or another.
"Are you going to kill her?" his sister asks him, her eyes brightening with the image of the girl begging for death. From the two of them, she was the most blood thirsty.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it is not time to do so."
"You are so boring." his sister says, as she flips, through the pages, her nose crinkling with distaste... "I have no idea what half of these words mean. I doubt we can use this thing. Even, if we can read it, we don't have the power to do whatever the girl did."
The memory is still fresh in his mind. He was discussing with his sister on how to kill 'them', when the intruders had suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then, he watch the conversation. They didn't act surprise at all by the events leading them here. It just peaks his interest even more. He looks as the book, grip tightly into his sisters hands. He could still feel the power, the energy, spilling in waves from it.
"I know we cannot use the book to its fullest advantage. Yet. Though, it is still precious." he says to his sister.
"How so?
"The portal, or the gateway from their dimension to ours, or the pathway between the two realms, or even the tear in time and space. Whatever you want to call it. The thing that lead them to here is still open... And I plan on keeping it that way."
DAM... DAM...DAMMMM!
Looks like trouble will be heading to our favorite characters way. I kinda just realize I really should not drink too much coffee. It makes me kinda strange... Oh well.
I also know there is quiet a difference in Caroline's character too. I don't if it is just me and how I felt when I wrote in her P.O.V. but I believe in the starting of this season 4 she has become more mature but still has her childlike personality which makes her just so unique. So I will be adding more of the childlike personality soon enough ;)
So, I think I have the main pairing's for this story sorted out, yet I still want your opinions. What kind of pairings would you really want? Tell me why you want them? And what you would do to get them?
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