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So, with that sit back, relax and enjoy Chapter 8.
After changing into the clothes she wore from the night before Bonnie began to pace back and forth in the small bathroom contemplating on how she would plan her escape. There had to be a way to avoid the sun, and getting caught. Running a hand through the knotted strands of hair that fell out of place she happened to glance into the mirror.
"Oh god…" she mumbled attempting to fix the mass of knotted hair that sat disheveled. This was no time to worry about her looks; she needed to plan her escape.
A low knock tapped against the door, and Stefan's soft voice soon followed "Bonnie, if you'd just listen to me. I could help you…"
Turning the faucet on to muffle his voice she dipped her hands into the lukewarm water before splashing it over her face. How to escape, she thought to herself as she bent back up to look into the mirror.
"Tell him you want to rest…" the familiar voice seemed to whisper into her ear.
Looking from one side to another trying to figure out how the voice seemed to be mere feet away from where she stood came out as emptiness. The only being in the room was her and her alone.
"Who and where are you?" Bonnie asked noticeably shaken by the unseen being.
Silence filled the room until the soft voice began again "You will find out when you're ready…"
Shaking her head this was absurd, obviously whatever was happening was making her delusional.
"Just trust me, and I will give you the answers you have" the voice said.
A knock came through again followed by Stefan's voice "I know you must be scared. It's a lot to take in…but I shouldn't have been so quick to say you were a vampire. You're only a Halfling, half dead, and half vampire. If you come out I can explain to you the transition."
Sighing as she gave one final look into the mirror the hair still sat knotted but at least it was more tamed down, nothing stood out. Bonnie still looked like a normal woman who just happened to have a horrible night of partying. Well, in her case being chased down and almost killed.
"Go on, before he starts to get suspicious" the voice said.
Slowly she opened the door to reveal Stefan with his hand clenched as if about to knock one last time. With widened eyes, taking a few steps back Stefan watched as she slipped from the bathroom and now stood against the wall. "Please hear me out…" he began to say.
Looking down at the ground Bonnie began to shake her head "I really just want to rest first, and then you can explain what's happening."
"Good girl…" the voice whispered.
Stefan ran a hand against the back of his neck and nodded "Sure. Over there is the guest room" Pointing to the room adjacent from where they stood "Once you have more energy we can go over any questions you may have." He ended with a smile.
"Thanks…" she said quietly before walking towards the room. Stefan stood watching as she walked away, where to start, he thought. There were so many questions that ran through his mind when he had changed. As she slept he would think of answers to any questions that she may have.
Leaving Stefan alone to his thoughts Bonnie had her own plan coursing through her mind. There had to be something that could help her escape, and being on the main floor one would think it would be a cake walk. Slowly she shut the door before giving one final look towards where Stefan had been standing, now just emptiness.
"What about a blanket?" the voice said.
Glancing over Bonnie looked at the bed covered by a thick comforter, would that really work, she asked herself.
"Once you pass the clearing there are trees that will shade you. Then you're free from them." The voice said.
Shaking her head from the clouded thoughts, they were nice enough to take her in, and essentially save her life. At least from what was said from the night before. Which wasn't much to go by, but, on the other hand a voice was telling her what to do. Was that any better, she knew nothing about what she had seen and with the familiar voice guiding her to what could be her sudden doom loomed over.
"Can I really trust you?" she asked out loud.
"I am family, Bonnie. Of course you can trust me." The voice seemed to whisper.
"What if something happens and I become lost or even worse in direct contact of the sun?" she asked looking towards the curtained window.
"I will guide you; there will be nothing to worry about."
Swallowing the massive lump that formed deep into her throat, she began to open the door once again looking to see if Stefan was standing guard. Only emptiness greeted her. Closing the door again, she walked towards the bed grabbing the giant comforter to cover over herself. Taking one final inhale as the curtain began to open filling the room with light she could feel her skin become hot. Shimmying the window open, careful not to make any noise while doing so she covered her head leaving only a small gap of an opening. Slowly she began to make her way out the window; one foot hitting the ground followed by the other.
"Go straight." The voice said.
Following the voice without saying anything, she began her trek throughout the shaded area. The sun heated the blanket, making her skin prickle, this was a bad idea. Stopping she began to shake her head "I can't do this."
"You can, just a little bit further." The voice pleaded.
Taking a deep inhale she continued into the forested area. The crunch of the gravel pricked at her feet, why she hadn't thought of shoes was a silly mistake as small rocks, and broken tree pressed against the bottoms of her foot.
"Almost there" the voice said again.
It seemed like hours had passed as she walked, occasionally poking her head out to see where exactly she was going, but soon retreated back into the comforter as the sun beamed down onto her. The voice repeated that she was almost there, only a few more feet. This was a mistake, she should have stayed, and gotten the information she needed and went on her merry way. Instead, she walked listening to the voice of what she was told a family member. What if this was rues, and she was being lead to her death. Could vampires speak to you mentally, she thought to herself. What if it was the same vampire that had attacked her? Stopping she wanted to throw the blanket off of herself and run but instead she asked out loud "Tell me who you are."
"I am your family, Bonnie." The voice said without hesitation.
"If you are my family then you tell me your name." she demanded. This was enough if she was going to follow the voice she at least needs to know its name.
"My name…" the voice began as if trying to remember itself "My name is Emily Bennett."
Emily, Bonnie repeated in her mind. Grams had talked about an Emily before, saying that she was a powerful witch, one that made the bloodline strong. Bonnie had never believed her Grams when she went on her tangents of witchcraft. Never had she seen real magic nor did she believe in witches.
"How are you talking to me?" Bonnie asked pulling the comforter close.
"You're part of the Bennett bloodline…" she began to say "That's all I can say, however. You will need to ask your Grandmother for the rest."
There was so much she had wanted to ask, and as she tried to get anything else from the now Emily who merely dismissed the questions but saying that her Grandmother would give her the answers and to keep going. Sighing heavily Bonnie continued the trek through the woods, ignoring the slight ping of pain coming from the bottoms of her feet.
"We're here…" Emily whispered.
The sound of oncoming vehicles driving by made Bonnie realize exactly where she was, truly free from the monsters at the old house. Raising a clothed hand she began to wave back and forth in hopes someone would stop. Only a few minutes passed until she heard a car come to a stop, and the sound of the window being rolled down.
"Are you okay?" a concerned voice asked.
"Please, you have to help me." Bonnie pleaded.
Peeking out of the blanket a blonde haired, fair skinned woman looked at her with concern written all over her face. "Of course, where do you need to go?" she asked without taking a breath to really understand what was happening.
Smiling Bonnie unclothed her hand, quickly opening the door and sat down "Thank you. I live…" she began to say.
The woman gasped as she noticed Bonnie's hand turning a shade of red, with slight white dots overlapping the reddened skin "What happened to you? I will take you to a hospital."
"No, please. Just take me to my house, I live at 1284 Oakland Road." Bonnie said praying that she wouldn't take her the hospital.
Glancing over the woman began to shake her head "Why do you have a blanket over yourself? Did something happen?"
Where to begin, Bonnie thought to herself she was attacked, left for dead, found out she was a vampire, or at least half and now for whatever reason the sun could burn her instantly.
"I…I'm allergic to the sun" Bonnie said hoping that would work and the woman would just shrug off her odd attire.
"You need to go to a hospital..." the woman began to say.
"No!" her voice darkened, clasping her hand onto the woman's wrist slightly tightening as her breath began ragged.
"Okay, Okay let go of me!" the woman winced as Bonnie let go of her wrist. Never had she been a violent person, but as this moment she was a mix of emotions, anger, frustration, scared, and hungry. Not eating the fruit that was offered back at the house left Bonnie's stomach to grumble, she needed to eat.
"Sorry…" she whispered placing her hands onto her lap. When she got home she would eat, she wondered if there was still a steak in the freezer.
The remainder of the drive was quiet. The woman had stopped prying for answers which was welcomed; Bonnie couldn't take another useless question. Once coming to a full stop she looked through the small crack to see her house sitting as if nothing had happened, sighing she opened the door "Thank you."
The woman copied her motion opening the door and getting out "Let me at least help you to the door."
Walking around the car soft hands held onto her shoulders while guiding her to the door "You really don't have too…" she said taking a deep inhale, as the woman stood close. The smell of flowers wafted through her nose, carried by something else.
I wonder what she would taste like, Bonnie thought to herself. Stopping her motions as her eyes widened, what kind of question was that. What did she taste like, Bonnie felt her stomach flip obviously she was more disgusted with herself.
"Here we are." The voice said bringing her back.
"Thank you…" Digging through her pocket to find the set of keys that sat on a giant B key ring. Flipping through until she found her house key half expecting the woman would leave instead standing beside her. Quickly unlocking the door she said "Thank you" again before opening the door.
"You're sure about the hospital thing?" the woman asked as Bonnie walked into the house.
Lowering her head sick of the same question over and over again she sucked in a breath of air "Yes, now please go." She growled.
"Alright…I just wanted to help." The woman said defensively while turning around to walk back to the car. Quickly she turned back as if to say something else, but was cut off as Bonnie shut the door.
Sitting on the woodened floor she was home, away from those monsters and back to living a normal life. Well normal enough that she would go out in the darkness instead of day light, or find some kind sun resistant clothing. Standing up with the blanket still covering, she walked towards the windows closing every curtain. Once the windows were secured, she slowly uncovered herself, squinting her eyes as if any moment she would burst into flames. Instead she stood in the middle of her livingroom unaffected. Her stomach rumbled once more, telling her to eat which she happily obliged while walking towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to see if there was anything that could help her cravings.
Left over spaghetti, fruits, and veggies greeted her "come on there has to be something better…" she mumbled opening the freezer to reveal the mother lode. Smiling she pulled out the wrapped meat, placed it on a plate and threw it into the microwave. As the meat thawed she pulled out a frying pan and waited until the ding from the microwave indicated it was done. Smiling she placed the hunk of meat onto the frying pan and only let it cook for minutes on each side. When the meat was cooked to perfection, at least the way Bonnie had wanted it which happened to be extremely pink she placed it onto the plate.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself while looking down at the bloody piece of meat that sat on top of the plate. This was not her, normally when she had cooked a steak it was well done with no pink to show for. But here, she stood mouthwatering as she cut into it. Popping the piece into her mouth she savored the taste, the iron still evident, and the juices mingling together was exactly what she needed. Well, needed for now, she still had a craving for something else, something fresh. Covering her face Bonnie began to cry, she really was turning into one of those things and she had not clue how to stop it.
