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"Oh now that's pretty!" Caroline exclaimed over a collection of stuffed toys.
Bonnie rolled her eyes but said nothing. She shouldn't have allowed herself to be dragged to the carnival. She could have used the time productively, like working on her articles seeing as that's what paid the bills.
"Why don't we get ones for each of our boyfriends?" Caroline suggested with a broad smile.
Yes, because there is nothing grown men liked more than a stuffed Bunny.
"Uhm why don't we look around first, weigh our options?" Elena asked.
Caroline chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "Okay I guess it can wait then," she said stealing one last glance at the display before they began to stroll again.
"So Bonnie I'm surprised you agreed to come," Elena started.
"Why?" Bonnie asked although she had a sinking suspicion on where this seemingly innocent conversation was going.
"Well, with Jer in town I just assumed you two would be 'catching up' on lost time," Elena said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, I mean no sex for almost a year? You should have jumped him the moment he stepped into town!" Caroline said laughing.
Bonnie smiled afraid the truth might slip out of her mouth. She had been having sex, stacks of the stuff to be precise.
And she'd shamelessly enjoyed every moment of it. It must have been earth shattering because she forgot all about her boyfriend of the time. She was even more surprised that Jeremy hadn't told Elena about their break up yet, hopefully it wasn't because he was under the impression that they still had a chance.
"Hey, look a tarot card reader!" Caroline exclaimed pointing at a stall. For once Bonnie was glad Caroline had such a short concentration span.
"You honestly don't believe in that stuff right?" Elena asked rolling her eyes.
"Elena, I'm a vampire soon to marry a werewolf. There's little I don't believe in anymore besides its fun," Caroline said pulling them towards the stall.
"Sure why not?" Bonnie said embracing the change of topic.
Jezebel as her board read was as eccentric as they came. Arms elbow deep in bangles with way too much make-up and a bright assembled outfit.
"I can tell without the use of my cards that you girls are special," she said before they could speak. Bonnie had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
If by special she meant they were about to pay money for mumbo jumbo then she was right.
"Closer my darlings let Jezebel look into your futures," Jezebel said mentioning them forward. Bonnie concluded that her heavy French accent was as fake as her crimson hair.
"Oh start with me," Caroline said taking the seat opposite Jezebel.
"Yes something great is headed your way," Jezebel said holding Caroline's hands in her own.
"Like a big celebration?" Caroline asked eagerly.
"It's still very unclear...perhaps a dollar in the tin will clear this mist," Jezebel said mentioning at her money tin.
"Of course!" Caroline gushed dropping a dollar and hastily entwining her hands with Jezebels' again.
Bonnie sighed; she was starving and really didn't have time for this.
Her fetus whom she'd christened Little D knew meal times with a creepy precision. And right now Little D could tell that lunch time was 30 minutes ago.
Jezebel closed her eyes humming what sounded suspiciously like the tune to Gwen Stefani's Rich Girl.
"I can see...yes it's all clear now," Jezebel was saying as she swayed to her tune.
Nothing like money to help clear things up.
Caroline was literally soaking it all up with a look of awe on her face. Bonnie suspected that even Elena seemed intrigued. She on the other hand was simply humoring them - Jezebel was a fake end of story.
"Wait...that's odd," Jezebel mumbled then she sat rigid her face going slack. Caroline glanced worriedly back to them only to receive a shrug from Elena and a roll of the eyes from Bonnie.
"What is?" Caroline asked
"I see a bird…a stork," Jezebel said stretching out her arms.
Call it telepathy or just good instinct but Bonnie's senses went immediately on alert.
Jezebel hummed some more lighting candles on her table.
"Is it carrying a bundle?" she wondered out loud.
Bonnie felt her heart stop beating; this mad woman was forecasting her future! She had to do something, but in such a subtle manner that Elena and Caroline wouldn't notice…
"Oh my gosh, you're on fire!" Caroline exclaimed eyes widening.
Jezebel chuckled softly. "Well not to brag, but I guess you can say I'm on a roll," she agreed.
"No as in you are literally on fire!" Elena shouted kicking the table down. Jezebel shrieked clawing at her burning arm while Caroline tried to douse the flames using her jacket.
Crap! Bonnie thought trying to reign in the raging fire. She'd really only meant to manipulate the candle flame enough to cause a distraction, not to burn down the entire stall!
"Talk about a freak accident," Elena said as they stood on the sidelines watching the fire fighters take down the fire a while later.
"I know! What kind of candles were those anyways? Gasoline scented?" Caroline scoffed shaking her head in wonderment.
Bonnie stood still, the shock of what she'd done still running through her brain. She'd literally burned down half the stalls and probably caused some poor woman to get an amputation.
Somehow, she doubted that Jezebel would be doing any tarot reading with a prostatic arm or even worse a hook.
Bonnie shook her head slowly, what had she become?
"You'd think Jazz would have predicted a raging fire rather than all that silly stuff about birds," Caroline chided. Elena murmured her agreement as the two trudged towards the crime scene leaving Bonnie to her thoughts.
"You haven't told Elena about breaking her brother's heart," a voice said startling Bonnie from her revere.
"And what's it too you?" Bonnie asked glancing around and noting that Caroline and Elena were wandering around the burnt stalls.
And when did he even sneak up on her?
Damon regarded her for a moment before cupping her chin in his hand.
"Nothing at all my little Bennett witch, only unlike you I'm looking at the bigger picture," he said before dropping his hand again.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Bonnie asked getting annoyed.
Damon smiled his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Fine, be all cryptic. I have to go," Bonnie snapped wrapping her arms around herself.
"Just one thing Bonnie," Damon started looking somewhat confused. "You look disorientated, are you well?" he asked.
"Yes why?" she asked turning to regard him.
Damon shrugged a queer look on his face. "Nothing… is there something you'd like to tell me, BourBonnie?" he asked searching her face.
"Nope, see you later," Bonnie said and followed after Elena and Caroline oblivious to the deep look of concentration etched on Damon's face.
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Call him crazy but something about the little witch was amiss.
Damon pursed his lips in thought, he felt as if had he been given another minute longer with her he'd have figured it out.
Then again there was always tonight and he was determined that he'd find out what she was so obviously trying to hide.
"What's your little secret Bon Bon?" he wondered eyes watching her retreating form.