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After many hours on the road Bonnie and Damon were almost in New Orleans.
Bonnie held onto the steering wheel driving Damon's car slowly down the road as he slept in the passenger's seat beside her. She turned to look over at him as he hugged her teddy bear; Ms Cuddles closer to his chest whilst snoring and she couldn't help but laugh. He had barely gotten a wink of sleep ever since they had arrived in the alternate prison world three weeks ago and she could tell by just how long he had been out. In fact this might be the best sleep that he had in years which was surprising, considering that he wanted out of here more than anything and he couldn't bare to rest until he was.
15-20 minutes later, they had arrived in New Orleans. Bonnie parked the car outside the city before rolling the windows down to take a good look around the place. She had never been here before but she had heard many stories from the people who have such as her Grams and Dad. It was a lively city, filled with so much energy and excitement, but seeing it completely deserted with no one around and nothing but silence in the air made those stories almost seem like almost a myth.
Bonnie took a deep breath before rolling the windows and going to glance back up at Damon. She stared at him for several seconds, before lifting her hand up to gently tap his shoulder; waking him up. "Good morning... or should I say afternoon since its 1 0 clock" she spoke up, glancing down at her watch. She turned her head around to grab a blood bag from the backseat before handing it over to him. "We're here" she said.
Damon pushed his head back and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He took a moment to regroup himself before taking the blood bag of Bonnie. "How long was I asleep for?" he asked tearing the blood bag open before going to drink it.
"For about seven and a half hours" she replied, opening up the door to the driver's seat. "I know you're a vampire and literally have forever ahead of you, but a good night's sleep every night won't kill you. I would make fun of your snoring but Caroline's told me that I sometimes snore too" she arched her brow up at him, laughing to herself, before stepping out of the car and shutting it behind her.
Damon watched from inside as she crossed her arms and looked ahead at the city. He smirked to himself and finished of the blood bag before tossing it out the window. As he stepped out the car, he quickly stretched his arms out and pushed his head back once again to look up at the grey and cloudy sky. I guess New Orleans on May 10th, 1994 was pretty grey and windy compared to Mystic Falls.
"Oh New Orleans... what a city this was" Damon held a smug look on his face as he walked over to Bonnie. "I lived here for three years in the early 30's, it was the est three years of my life" he stated.
"Why did you leave?" asked Bonnie, folding her arms.
Damon peered down at her before speaking up. "Sometimes good things don't last for very long Bon-Bon" he said, going to take a step ahead, leaving her feeling confused. As she opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, she realised that it was Damon and since he never gave a straight-forward answer to anything, she decided to close her mouth back shut.
"So this is your first time coming back to it in like 80 years?" she asked, going to stand by his side.
"That's right... turns out I didn't miss it as much as I thought I would" he replied, scoffing afterwards. "Now lets go, the sooner you get your magic and get us outta here, the sooner I can be reunited with Elena and the sooner we probably might not have to see and spend time with each other this much ever again" he smirked, placing his hand on her chin, before going to walk ahead. She knew that he was somewhat teasing, but knowing deep down that he still badly wanted to escape so he can get away from her and back to his true love as quickly as possibly left an unwavering feeling inside her stomach and she wasn't sure why.
Bonnie pushed her hair back and took a deep breath. She rotated her head to the side to look at Damon as he strolled off into the city, but seconds later she had noticed him start to slowly fall to his feet as he began to cough up blood.
"Damon!" she yelled, running over to him. She bent down and rapidly grabbed his face to see that he was slowly desiccating and her eyes began to widen.
"B-Bonnie w-what's happening?" he stuttered as he continued to cough up blood with the sound of his voice fading.
As he began to get weaker, Bonnie quickly stood up, doing her best to pick him up as he was a lot heavier than her, before going to drag him back outside the city borders. Once she laid him back on the floor, his desiccation and coughing up blood began to stop. He lifted his head up the pavement and looked up at her strangely, wondering what the hell had just happened to him.
"What just happened?" he questioned, holding onto his ribs as he continuously breathed in and out.
Bonnie looked ahead at the city before speaking up. "Its just as I thought" she muttered quietly to herself. "It seems like on this day the city was spelled to keep away vampires for some reason. Its why you started to desiccate. If you had spent longer in there then you would've have died... I-I don't understand, this is the day and my place that my Grams got her magic back after eleven years, what the hell happened?" she asked quietly, looking ahead as millions of unanswered questions began to rapidly fill her head.
"Well this is a glorious surprise" Damon scoffed sarcastically before rolling his eyes away. "What vampire pissed of a witch this much for her to retaliate this way?".
Bonnie looked back down at him, making sure that he was okay, before getting back on her feet. "I'm not sure, but I'm gonna go in and look around to try and find out what happened here on this day... I'll also see if I can get my magic back the same way my Grams did" she uttered, zipping up her jacket as it was a bit chilly before going to walk ahead.
"Bon!" Damon called, causing her to turn back around. "You know I can't go in there and save you if anything happens or I'll die, so... just be careful" he muttered, slowly getting up from the pavement.
"When have I ever need to be saved Damon? I'm the one that does the saving, remember" she spoke, smiling over at him. "And there's nobody around, just us so I'll be fine" she nodded her head at him reassuringly, before turning around to walk back into the city as Damon watched on. It was almost as if with every step she took, worriness started to slowly overtake him and all he wanted was for her to be safe. If anyone had told him that he would've ever cared about Bonnie's safety a year ago he would've laughed in their face, but now it was all he could think about it.
As she disappeared out of sight, Damon quickly breathed out a deep sigh. He looked ahead at the city, remembering when he used to have the time of his life in the early 30's, before going to walk back towards the car.
Over in the city, Bonnie slowly strolled down the infamous Bourbon street, whilst looking around. It was still so strange being in with one of the most loudest and energetic cities in the world and hearing nothing but silence as each minute passed. She always imagined the her first time in New Orleans would be filled with people partying in the streets and different loud music playing, but it was the complete opposite. Nobody was here in this strange world but her and Damon; and although they had moments where they simply couldn't stand each other, she was lucky that she wasn't alone and she had someone, even if that someone was Damon Salvatore.
A while later, she entered into the New Orleans cemetery. She stopped to look around at several broken paintings laid out across the floor, with pile of blood surrounding them. It wasn't just a little spilled blood, but it was a pool, which led her to believe that a vampire was killed here due to the spell the witches had placed on the city.
Bonnie slowly closed the small gate behind her, as she slowly walked around, looking at each grave stone. She came across a gravestone of a woman with the same name as her 'Bonnie Deveraux, 1960-1994'.
She slowly took a step towards the gravestone and stared down at it for a brief while. She lifted her hand up to place over it, and once she did a swarm of horrific visions of what happened on this day rapidly filled her mind, causing her to take a couple steps back and eventually fall to the floor. She quickly breathed in and out, trying to understand what she just saw as panic rose in her body. She looked back up at Bonnie Deveraux's gravestone horrifyingly as she tried to control her breathing. Why the city was spelled away from vampires- it all started to make sense with what she saw, but she had also saw something else that she was sure was going to haunt her for a long while.
After a long of while of calming down and processing everything that she had saw, Bonnie stood back up on her feet. She regained her posture and let her shoulders drop, before taking another step towards Sophie's Deveraux's grave stone. She slowly lifted her hand up to crack the gravestone, attempting to see if her magic had come back, but she was only met with a burning headache, causing her to squirm loudly and fall back to the floor. It was almost as if her brain had fried and she was met with a grief of pain that she had never felt.
She slowly lifted her hand back up to grasp the blood that was continuously running down her nose. "Dammit!" she hissed, grabbing a handkerchief from inside her pocket to wipe the blood away.
"Grams... what did you do" she whispered to herself, whilst holding onto her nose. She stared up at the gravestone for a brief while, trying to make sense of everything, but the more she thought about it, the more unanswered questions she only found herself asking. May 10th, 1994 was a day she was glad she wasn't alive to witness both in Mystic Falls and in New Orleans, but her and Damon were stuck here and she just couldn't understand why.
~Three hours later.
Bonnie slowly strolled out the city with her head low, both tired and weakened. She looked ahead to see Damon stepping out the car to head towards her, and at that moment, she never thought she would be more happier to see his face.
"Bonnie" he called, walking over to her. As he approached her, he quickly lifted his hand to cup her cheek, staring down at her with his jaws clenched. Bonnie looked up at him as he studied her face for a brief while, before removing his hand from her cheek and taking a step back. "Did you find out what happened with the whole no vampire allowed inside thing?" he asked, placing his hand on his hips.
Bonnie took a deep breath and sighed, remembering everything that she had saw in the vision. "I did..." she muttered, quietly. She glanced up at Damon, before shifting her eyes back away seconds later. "On May 9th, 1994, the day before today; some war broke out with the witches and vampires of New Orleans. This witch called Bonnie Deveraux tapped into the darkest of dark magic to spell this city of vampires which only lasted for about a week or so, and she died in the process and was buried the next day. It was brutal, there was blood and bodies everywhere" she exhaled, thinking back to what she had saw at the cemetery.
Damon gazed down at her as she stared of into space. "Did you at least get your magic back?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.
"I tried, but every time I even attempted to focus and concentrate on moving an object or even lighting a candle my brain would start hurting like hell. At first I was confused but I realised since Bonnie Deveraux had used dark magic to cloak the city, it was impossible for me to harness some sort of energy inside, she was very powerful... she must have been the witch who helped my Grams get her magic back when she visited here, but I'm just not sure how".
Damon placed his hand on his hip, before rolling his eyes away. "Did you try harder?" he asked, causing her to slowly look up at him with an annoyed expression.
"I tried my hardest, Damon! why do you think I was in there for three hours? I'm exhausted!" she hissed, folding her arms.
"I'm really starting to think that you don't wanna get outta here, Bonnie" Damon scoffed. "You're a Bennett witch, your family bloodline are meant to be one of the most powerful witches in history, and considering that your Grams for her magic back here after eleven years, I don't see why you can't harness whatever dark magic is in here and do the same" as he finished off his sentence, blood began to quickly boil inside her, and without hesitation, she rapidly raised her hand to slap him across the face, leaving a sounding echo that was heard for a couple more seconds.
With his head turned to the side from where Bonnie had slapped him, Damon slowly lifted his hand up to grasp his cheek, whilst in shock that she had slapped him. As he rotated his head to glance down at her, he could see the pure anger and hurt evident in her eyes. Bonnie raised her hand again to punch and shove him away by the chest continuously, before Damon could catch her hand and shove her away from him. The two scowled at each other, not saying anything for a while.
"You are the most selfish person I've ever met!" Bonnie spat out, almost in disgust. "You don't know how magic works! you're a vampire, so don't you dare stand there and tell me that I could've tried harder. You think I wanna be stuck with you? I wanna get outta here and go home just as much as you do, but I don't know how and you just can't seem to understand that, I hate you" Bonnie muttered. "I wish I was stuck here alone because its better than being stuck with you" she glared up at him once more, before turning around to walk away.
Damon rolled his eyes and groaned under his breath, replaying her words in his head. "Where are you going?" he hissed, looking over at her.
"Finding a car to drive back to Mystic Falls. I would rather die than be stuck with you for another day" she snapped, walking into the border to look around at which car she should to take. "Next time don't lie to me like you did, Damon. Don't call me your friend and tell me that you appreciate me when you really don't... it will only make me hate you more
she shifted her eyes away from him, before glancing down at a white car with the keys placed in the driver's seat. Without hesitation, she quickly opened the door and stepped inside before starting the car and driving off, not bothering to look back at Damon. I guess he had deserves that.
"Dammit Bonnie" Damon groaned frustratingly under his breath as he watched her speed away. Seconds later, he hurried back to his car and quickly stepped inside and drove off in order to catch up to her.
~Several hours later.
Bonnie gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, before looking up at the car mirror to see Damon still slowly driving behind her. It had been four and a half hours since their argument, and she was still very much annoyed, refusing to calm down, and with Damon driving behind her, it didn't help her constant state of mind either.
Ever since Damon Salvatore arrived back in Mystic Falls three years ago, he had constantly been a pain and a burden to her. He was ruthless and did whatever he wanted without a care in the world, and he didn't care who he hurt in the process, including her as he had done many times before especially earlier. She didn't understand how Elena could fall for such a man. Sure he was handsome, but that seemed to be the only positive thing about him. In the real world, she had always kept her distance from him, but seeing as they were trapped together, his words hurt her more than it did before, and it terrified her at how easily he could shatter her heart into pieces without possibly batting an eye or caring about how she felt afterwards.
Minutes later, Bonnie glanced back up at the car mirror back at Damon. She watched his car for several seconds, and once she turned around to face the road her eyes quickly widened as she found herself driving towards the direction of a tree. She tried to slam the brakes to stop, but before she could, she had quickly crashed, causing the windshield to shatter.
"Bonnie!" Damon yelled, stopping his car halfway on the road. He stepped outside and quickly used his vamp speed to rush over to her. Once he got to her, he quickly pulled out the car, glancing down at the blood running down her face. "Bonnie, stay with me!" he uttered pleadingly, trying to keep her eyes open along the way.
He gazed down at her in desperation, placing her head down on his lap, before biting into his wrist to feed her his blood. As he did so, Bonnie stared up at him teary-eyed, whilst trying to get more of his blood as possible. Within a few minutes, the bruise on her face began to slowly disappear and Damon breathed out a sigh of relief.
"I should've never let you get in that car" he pushed the hair out of her face, before picking her up from the ground. He looked around, spotting a motel two blocks away from them, and he wasted no time walking over to it, still carrying Bonnie in his arms and holding onto her tightly. If he hadn't had been there or drove quickly enough to catch up to her in the beginning, then she might have bled to death and he couldn't help but feel that it was somewhat his fault.
Once he got up to the motel, he opened one of the rooms and looked around, before going to place Bonnie down on the bed. He glanced down at her neck, noticing that she was still wearing the necklace that he had got her. Even when he had pissed her off to the maximum once again, she didn't take it off to throw it away, even when she had every reason to.
Damon sat down on the bed beside her as Bonnie gazed up at the ceiling, still traumatised about what happened. They stayed in silence for a while, before she decided to speak up. "I saw a vision when I was in New Orleans, that's how I knew so much about what happened on this day" she stated in a low and quiet tone.
"What did you see?" Damon asked, peering down at her.
"Along of all the horrors with the witches and vampires... I saw my grams" she whispered the last bit, with her voice breaking on every word. "The witch I told you about; Bonnie Deveraux helped my Grams get her magic back somehow. She asked my Grams to use her power and help her spell the city away from vampires forever, not just for a brief amount of time, but when my Grams said no, she... she cursed her. She cast a spell that the next time my Grams was to perform a powerful spell again she would die..." she explained, as tears began to fill up her eyes once again.
"The tomb..." Damon whispered, remembering when Bonnie had Grams had used a great amount of power to open the tomb which held the captive vampires of 1864 in. "That much power killed her".
"She knew that it was going to take a powerful spell to open it and she knew that she was going to die afterwards, but she did it anyway... she did it for me" Bonnie muttered, as she tried her hardest to hold in her tears from pouring out. "She's sacrificed herself so much for me, and I didn't even get to thank her for it".
Damon lowered his head slightly, as he sighed under his breath. "Bonnie-
"I know what you're going to say, Damon" said Bonnie, cutting him off his sentence. "I'll find another way to get my magic back so you can go back to Elena... you know ever since we got here I've been doing everything I can to get it back, because I know that if I don't you might grow to resent me even more, am I right?" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I'm doing this all for you, Damon, and I don't even know why with the way you've treated me" she looked up at him once more, before turning to her side to face the wall.
Damon gaped down at her as she hugged herself tightly together seeing as it was quite cold. He grabbed the covers to place it over her, before getting up to head over to the door. "I'm sorry, Bon" he whispered quietly to himself. He stared at her for a couple more minutes as she drifted of to sleep, before turning to head out the room. What a day it had been.