Ok, I did try to upload quicker, but my electricity went down and I haven't had access to a working computer for the past few days :'(
AND I went away for a bit
AND I have been stuck for ideas.
AND then I got banned from the computer for a bit.
AND I have been majorly distracted.
So I tried. I will try harder next time :'( Love you guys for sticking around :D
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YazzPattzSalvatore: Damon will be turning into a vampire, but not until nearer the end of the story. Besides there are some things humans can do that vampires can't… if you know what I mean ;)
*Bonnie's POV*
After Mrs. Flowers left, I sat down in the cramped basement room next to Damon.
"You're worried about me. That's sweet. But really…" he sighed, "you can leave me alone now."
I shook my head. "You just don't get it, do you? I want to be here. Iactually wanted to make sure you were alright. And don't pretend like you're not grateful for the company."
"Of course I am… at least until the next time I try to kill you. I think you were right – we should just stay away from each other."
"No, Damon, I never said that!" I cried. "I just said we were better as friends."
"And I'm just saying, you need to stay away from me for now," he replied blankly. "It's for your own good."
I shook my head, my eyes brimming with tears. "That's not your decision to make, so don't do this. I'm trying to be your friend. And you don't exactly have a lot of friends right now."
"Really? You think?" Damon's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "That's not exactly high up on my list of priorities." He gave a mirthless, sarcastic laugh that ended in a cry of pain as he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"I'm fine…" he panted. "Just… another headache…"
Mrs. Flowers poked her head around the door timidly. "Is everything alright in here?" she asked, extending one trembling hand and handing over a glass of water to Damon. He snatched it from her and drained it without a single word.
"Oh, and I also found these," she said quickly, handing us each an orange. For a second, the expression on Damon's face almost resembled a smile.
"Thanks," he muttered, still avoiding looking at me.
"Is there anything else we can do?" I asked hopefully. "Maybe…" Mrs. Flowers put a hand on my shoulder, silencing me with a few words.
"I think Damon wants to be left alone, dear."
"Fine." I muttered. "Fine. I've got… stuff to do, so…"
We all knew I was lying, but Damon nodded approvingly and leaned back into the wall. "Well, see you later then. Or not."
I turned around and stormed out without another word.
"Lock the door on your way out," he called. I heard Mrs. Flowers shutting the door and the locks clicking behind me. I knew exactly what Damon was trying to do, in his own weird way. He wanted to make me hate him, so I would stay away from him. He didn't want to hurt me. Which was sweet, but increasingly irritating. And there was one major flaw in that plan: Damon could never make me hate him. I smiled to myself and left Damon alone to feel sorry for himself.
*Meredith's POV*
It was raining that evening, a heavy, persistent rain - the sort that brought thunderstorms. The sky was a dismal grey colour that matched the general atmosphere in the house. Sage, Elena, Matt, Stefan and I sat around the fireplace. Elena was desperately trying to lighten the mood, but for once it wasn't working. The conversation kept coming back to the same topic: what the hell we were going to do about Damon.
"The way I see it," Stefan added, for about the tenth time, "It's all Damon's fault."
"Well…" Matt replied slowly, "He didn't exactly know any of this was going to happen, did he? Not that he didn't have it coming…"
We were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat overly loudly. I turned around to see Bonnie's little face peering around the doorway. "So... how's it going?" she said, slightly awkwardly.
"Uh… hi, Bonnie. Come sit down?" I suggested, moving up a little so there was room for her on the couch. She gave a somewhat weary smile, before flopping down on the couch next to me.
"How's Damon?" Elena sighed.
"Dreadful." Bonnie shook her head. "He doesn't even have the energy to be sarcastic."
"Shit…" Elena turned to Stefan, who looked seriously tired of the whole conversation. "…What? Something's seriously wrong."
Stefan went quiet for a moment, almost weighing up in his mind whether or not he found that funny, before letting out a short laugh.
"On a serious note," Bonnie chipped in. "You really need to let this grudge go. I totally understand why you're so pissed at him, but this isn't like you. It's getting ridiculous. He never wanted to be human, and he wants to be a vampire as much as you want your humanity back. He may be a dick at times, but he's your brother. And he's possessed again, and he may not want to admit it, but he's scared. He needs you right now. So stop being a dick."
What followed could only be described as an awkward silence that lasted several seconds, after which, Sage got up from where he was sitting next to me and started clapping. Stefan looked just about ready to kill him. Sage turned to look at me. I shook my head slowly, and he sat down again. Then, just when I thought Stefan was going to go completely mental, he looked around at all of us and simply nodded.
"You're right…" he said slowly. "I guess I just… it was my one chance to be human again. And when you really want something…"
"But you need to let it go now." I agreed. "So… why don't you go talk to your brother?"
"He won't want to see me right now. But... later?"
Elena put her arm around Stefan and kissed him gently. "That sounds good. I couldn't stand everyone fighting. Now…" Elena made a big gesture looking at her watch, despite the fact she wasn't wearing one. "Well!" she said, as if just realising something. "It's nearly half past two. You must be… hungry." She pushed some of her long hair back from her neck. Stefan smiled.
"Please…" Bonnie grimaced. "Not on the couch!"
We all simultaneously got up and left the room, leaving Stefan and Elena to it. They could get extremely mushy over sharing blood. It could get pretty nauseating if you were in the same room as them for too long.
Some time later, we were sitting in the kitchen with Mrs. Flowers and some unidentifiable soup. I had to say though, despite its general appearance of sewage waste, it actually didn't taste too bad.
"Well, they're taking a while, aren't they?" Matt sighed. He was referring to Stefan and Elena, of course, who we had left alone over an hour ago.
"When a vampire shares blood, whether with a human or another vampire, their minds become linked, meaning they lose all sense of time," Sage explained.
"…Right."
"Well, this is just weird." I said. "And we can't exactly go out without running into Shinichi and his… minions. Which leaves us stuck here."
I was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder and lightning that illuminated the whole room with an eerie glow. Bonnie screamed.
"Bonnie, it's just weather. Calm down." I said exasperatedly. But Bonnie didn't seem to be listening. She sat completely still, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular.
"Bonnie? …Can you hear me?" Still nothing.
"Meredith, shut up for a minute." Matt whispered. "I think she's having a premonition."
"Well that can't be good…" I muttered. It was true. Whenever Bonnie had a premonition, it was never good news.
She let out another bloodcurdling scream that made my head ache. "He's coming…" she said slowly. "He's coming."
"Who, Bonnie? Who's coming?" Matt asked.
"She can't hear us," I reminded him. "Just listen."
She continued staring straight ahead, seemingly unaware of our conversation. "He's coming… The scourge of the Dark Dimensions…The destroyer of worlds… He will stop at nothing to get what he wants… What he desperately needs… And one who stands in his way will die before the full moon rises… Those who choose stand against him should choose who to trust carefully… If anybody chooses the wrong side, the consequences could be dire…" She ended with another scream, before finally falling flat on the table.
"Bonnie?" I reached out and shook her gently.
"What…?" she murmured softly. "What happened?"
"Bonnie… you sort of had a premonition…"
Her expression turned to one of horror. "Shit! What did I say?"
"Quick, someone write it down!" Matt added.
Mrs Flowers, who had been standing quite forgotten in the corner, held up her hand nervously. "…Excuse me? Maybe this will help." She extended her other hand to show us a small notepad, with Mrs. Flowers' neat writing on it. "Premonitions are important. I thought it best to write it down as soon as young Bonnie went into a trance. And this one sounded serious."
At that moment Stefan and Elena burst into the kitchen, looking both frantic and slightly awkward. "Oh my God, what happened? I heard screaming." Elena immediately threw her arms around Bonnie, who looked like she was either going to throw up or burst into tears. For the sake of Elena's pristine white top, I hoped it was the latter.
"Bonnie had a premonition." Matt reported.
"It's true…" Mrs. Flowers handed Stefan the notepad, sounding quite shaken.
Stefan examined the writing. "The scourge of the Dark Dimensions… destroyer of worlds… I assume we're talking about Shinichi here?"
"Did I say that?" Bonnie wailed.
"It looks like you did… It's ok, Bonnie, calm down…" Elena said soothingly.
"Well, obviously it's Shinichi. The question is, what the hell's he up to?"
"He wants something… no, needs it." Stefan frowned. "She didn't say what it was?"
"No, Stefan. It's not like we can just ask." Matt said.
"I know, I know…"
"Well, that's the really obvious part." Bonnie sighed. "…What? Look, Fell's Church is full of Power, right? The power that draws supernatural beings to it like moths to a light bulb. The power that gets stronger the more blood is spilled. Someone like Shinichi would tear the town apart for power like that, as he's pretty much doing already. I thought we established this?"
Bonnie was right. It was so obvious. She looked incredibly pleased with herself for being the one to make a useful contribution.
"But the Power's what he wants. You said he needs it. Desperately, if I remember correctly. Why does he need it? We don't stand a chance until we know what he needs it for. Just saying."
"Meredith's right." Sage agreed. "Are we any closer than we were?"
Stefan looked up from the notepad and nodded slowly. "The second part. One who stands in his way will die before the full moon rises. The full moon's in a couple of weeks. As far as I know, we're the only ones standing against Shinichi."
Bonnie screamed. "No! Oh God, no!" She looked around at us frantically, as if she was trying to guess who was doomed.
"Bonnie, nobody's going to die. It's going to be alright." Elena insisted, but we all knew it was pointless. Bonnie had had a premonition. They always came true. Denying it wouldn't change anything.
"Apparently we have to choose who we trust carefully. Or the consequences will be dire." Stefan continued.
"Well that's news," Matt added, clearly wanting to change the subject too. "Who do you think it means?"
"No idea." I replied. "This is hopeless. We don't even know where Shinichi is, let alone how we're supposed to fight him."
Sage put a hand on my shoulder gently. "We can do this, Meredith. And I, of course, will do whatever I can to help. We can do this. Believe me."
And I did. I trusted Sage. It was weird – I barely knew him, but when he told me we could fight Shinichi, I believed him. His hand felt warm and comforting on my cold skin, and I couldn't help but remember yesterday, after Alaric's phone call, when he had held me. He made me feel stronger.
"I believe you," I whispered. It was a barely audible whisper to me, but I knew Sage could hear me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Well, maybe we should … what was that?" Stefan said suddenly.
"Oh, God." I cried. I could hear it too. It sounded like a scream of anguish. We all looked round and stared in the direction it was coming from.
The basement.
"Guys?" Bonnie squeaked. "Who's watching Damon?"
And without another word, we all ran to the stairs leading down to the basement.
Well that was a hard chapter. Writers block KILLS. Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger there, but I just really wanted to upload before SuperFunkyGirl1 murders me. I'll update a lot quicker now I'm on summer break :D
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