CHAPTER SIX
I wasn't positive of when I had blacked out last night, but at some point I was sure that I had. But one thing was for certain, I was no longer in my cottage. In fact, I was pretty sure that I was at the boarding house and on top of that it seemed to be well into the after noon. I rise my head up from the crevice of the couch and look around.
"Oh, thank God!" I heard. I turned towards the voice to see a very disheveled Bonnie Bennett. She looked as though she just weathered a storm. Her hair was placed sloppily on top of her head and her eyes were almost blood red.
"What... what the hell happened?" I asked
All that I could remember was the ghost of a witch jumping into my body and driving off.
"I... I don't know. Last night you came back to the cottage and you hugged me." Bonnie started, still at my side.
"Hugged you?" I asked.
"Yes, it was the first thing that you did. Then you fixed me something to eat which was a little strange. Then when I was eating you just stared at me and then all of a sudden everything got woozy and you started speaking Latin." She said the language as if she was unsure of what it really was.
"Then?"
"Then I woke up at home. As soon as I got up I rushed over here to set your ass on fire. But Stefan stopped me and he said that you came in here and just fell on the couch and he hasn't been able to move you. He thought that you were dead." She explained.
I completely sat up and just examined her. "Are you... alright?" I asked.
"Well, at first I felt like I was going to kill you, but now that I've calmed down. I feel amazing. Like there is this ball of magic moving through my body."
She will ripen before us all.
Is what the witch said. Maybe she had induced the change. Had done something to insure that she had peaked early. I wondered if this was the witch's purpose. I wondered if I was to see her again.
I can not teach her to walk through fire, if I'm afraid to get burned.
That line indicated that there was in fact a fire to be walked through so the it seemed that I would be seeing that god damned ghost again.
"Damon, what did you do to me?" The newly ripened witch asked me with wide eyes.
"Yes, Damon what did you do." I heard from my brother, behind me.
I quickly rose and walked over to him.
"Did you see her?" I asked in almost a whisper.
"See who?" he answered giving me that sour look that I have grown accustomed to.
"That ghost of a witch, last night?"
"Damon, you came in here last night like a zombie. You didn't say anything, you walked right passed me and threw yourself on the couch. You didn't move, you were just still. I didn't know what to do until Bonnie came storming in here this morning about to treat you like a marshmallow and toast you."
I slowly stepped back from Stefan and looked over to the little witch, before I supernaturally made my why to my room.
I needed space. No I needed more than space I needed distance. I was violated and I didn't like it. Not one bit.