Chapter Eleven
"I'm not in denial," Bonnie insisted.
"You know, if you admit it, maybe you can move on."
Things were getting a little out of hand.
The more Bonnie drank Damon's blood, the more she began to feel what he felt in the moment. When she first felt it the second time she drank from him, it was as if she was unconsciously pulling at his emotions locked behind a door. During the third and fourth times, that door had been slowly pried open, and his emotions had filtered through. It was hard to describe. Her blood lust had remained at the forefront of her mind, but underneath it, there had been something foreign, feelings outside of her own rooted in the taste of his blood. Thankfully, she still had the wherewithal to distinguish it from her own emotions, but it would be easy to let them mix if she chose, and after feeling what he felt, Bonnie knew that would be a disaster.
She couldn't say she was surprised at the emotions she picked up from him at first. It was clear he enjoyed the thought of her feeding from him, of her needing something from him and being able to provide it, but below that she gleaned he was suppressing a physical desire for her. That wasn't entirely a revelation. Bonnie was aware he'd had a physical attraction to her in the past and suspected that he still felt that attraction, so that hadn't been entirely unexpected. What was unexpected, however, was how beyond that desire was a poignant mixture of nostalgia and regret. She felt all of this the third time she drank from him this morning, and afterwards, she tried her best to avoid him until she was hungry again, but Bonnie had done something stupid. She tried to push herself too far, convincing herself it was because she needed to try and last longer. This led to her not drinking blood for far longer than she should've.
When the blood lust hit, she was hanging around Mila and Katie. Katie had noticed and gotten her a blood bag, but drinking it only sated Bonnie for a little while, and she ended up making an excuse to leave while frantically texting Damon.
"Where are you?"
He replied a few seconds later. "I'm in the room."
Using her vampire speed, she was there in less than a minute, and in a haze of blood lust, one second, she was closing the door, and the next, she was biting into Damon's neck on pure instinct. When his blood flowed onto her tongue, she sighed with relief and didn't bother to bite back a moan. He had been sitting on his bed, back leaning up against the frame, and Bonnie was half on top of him, one of her knees resting on the bed between his legs and the other foot on the floor. His hand naturally found its way to her hip while one of her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and inched into his hair as she pulled his head further to the side. She felt his desire flare, the taste of his blood changing slightly to reflect that. Still bitter, but with a richness that wasn't there before. She sucked and licked, eliciting a soft almost undetectable groan from him, and beyond his desire, she could taste nostalgia, regret, remorse, a rising hunger, and underneath it all a longing that was borderline overwhelming.
The heavy weight of his emotions ran through her, feeding something inside her, and while she was lost in his blood, his arm moved around her waist, pulling her slightly closer so the top of her chest rested against his. His nose ran along her neck, and she could tell he was considering biting her, but he never did.
When Bonnie came down from the high of blood and emotions around two minutes later, she began to notice how close they were together, how he had sat up to give her better access to his neck, and the top halves of their bodies were pressed together. One of her hands was buried in his hair, her grip tight, and she loosened it, thinking she should let go and back away, but only after just a little more blood.
Pretty soon she felt his hand slide up her back from her waist to her neck, his touch heating her cold body. He pulled her back gently, and Bonnie reigned in the leftover hunger. He was pale again, and his heart was beating slow and heavy, but blue irises were dark as they flicked to her lips, and she licked hers reflexively. Neither one of them moved for a beat, then Bonnie slowly backed away and Damon let his hands slide off of her.
Bonnie stood in front of him and smoothed her hair back coolly. She tried to ignore the way he was watching her and disregarded how hot the room had become. Like this morning, she had a compelling urge to avoid him. "I have to go get dressed for the thing this evening, so I'll see you later."
"Right," he said, and she left without another word.
Bonnie sighed. She wasn't sure how to take what she felt from him and didn't want to think about it, but one thing was certain. Damon had no idea. There was no way he could know that when she fed from him, she was in a sense, invading his mind. To an extent, that was a violation, and the irritating guilty little voice in the back of her head was telling her she should let him know this was happening. Damon, while he didn't understand the meaning of physical boundaries, tended to keep his state of mind under lock and key, so she was sure he wouldn't be too happy when he found out.
"Lost in thought?" Katie said, drawing her from her musings.
Currently, Bonnie sat in front of a vanity getting her hair curled for the first time in a while. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said I was almost done." She was in Katie's room, which was much bigger than her own room with Damon, and Katie was behind her working a section of her hair through the curling iron. Behind them, Mila was laying across the bed reading a magazine. The scene invoked memories of the old days with Elena and Caroline. Whenever they would get ready for some event in Mystic Falls, someone would be doing someone's hair or makeup while they gossiped about frivolous things like the latest drama at school or boys. Sometimes she missed the simplicity of those days.
Katie finished running the last section of her hair through the curler. "I say we leave it down," she said, running her fingers through her hair and loosening up the curls. "What do you think Mila?"
"Down is better." Mila placed the magazine on the bed, stood up, and walked over to them. She was already dressed in a short dark red dress that clung to her like a second skin, showing off her tanned legs. Her dark brown hair was curled and pulled back into a loose bun. She gave Bonnie a teasing smile. "I'm sure your friend will appreciate it."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "We're not friends, and I'm not trying to impress him."
"Of course you aren't, but it wouldn't hurt to show him what he's missing." Katie smirked.
"You know, we heard about your little blood sharing dalliance in the hallway. I thought you said you two had a falling out," Mila said, leaning against the vanity beside her.
"We did, but…it's complicated."
"How complicated?" Katie asked.
These girls really did like to pry. "Too complicated for me to get into it right now."
Bonnie stood up, staring at herself in the mirror. Mila came up behind her. "You look amazing." Out of the ponytail for once, her hair cascaded down her back in soft curls. Her lips had been painted a peachy nude and her eyes were smokey dark blue that matched her dress. The one she'd chosen was an ankle-length dark blue fabric with a slit rising to mid-thigh, and it was cinched in at the waist by a black band with a narrow triangular cut out sitting above it. The collar was conservative, resting just below her neck, but the back was open, and it took some doing, but Bonnie managed to convince them to let her wear a black blazer on top of it so she could hide her tattoo. She did not need any other witches trying to read it.
"You know, if you do want to make him jealous, I'd be willing to help."
Despite herself, Bonnie laughed at that. "Thanks Mila, but I'm good."
"You ready." Katie looked over at the clock as she went to put her shoes on. "We should probably head down."
Bonnie nodded. "I'll meet you down there in the few, I left something in my room."
She left the room first and went back down the hallway to her room. Going over to the dresser, she untucked the gun from between her clothes and placed it underneath the blazer in the waistline of the back of her dress. It could be unnecessary, but Bonnie's intuition was telling her to be prepared for things to go sour at this party. Witches, werewolves, and vampires all in one area tended to be a recipe for disaster.
After making sure her weapon was secure, she made her way downstairs where guests were arriving and making their way into the largest open area of the house which had been transformed into a space to entertain guests. On her way down, she happened to pass by Rodney who gave her one of his usual cold looks before he kept going wherever he was going, and she found herself walking behind two people she didn't recognize, following the soft lull of music. When she came to the source which was the open living area, it was already filled with people socializing with drinks in their hands. Most were standing as there were only a few places to sit, and a bar was set up in the corner with a table full of hors d'oeuvres beside it for the non-vampires. Bonnie glanced around the room for Damon but didn't see him anywhere. She did, however, see Mila by the bar and went over to join her.
"So is the woman who escaped here yet?"
Mila shrugged. "If I see her, I'll let you know. In the meantime, you should get a drink and try to relax. You look tense."
Bonnie couldn't help herself. Being around this many people she didn't know made her instinctively overly cautious and alert, but she made an effort to look more relaxed as she walked over to the bartender and asked for a glass of bourbon.
At the same time, another woman approached the bar asking for a coke and rum. Bonnie had an inkling she might be a witch, and while she waited for her drink, Bonnie took the moment to introduce herself. "You're from one of the covens, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said cautiously.
"Have you ever heard of someone named Morgan Blackwater?"
She frowned. "Where did you hear that name?"
"So you know her?"
"Morgan came to our coven looking for help with a project, but she was promptly turned away by our leader because she's insane. How do you know her?"
"I came across someone who used to work with her a while ago. They told me what she was trying to do."
"What she still is trying to do," the witch corrected. "For your own good, you shouldn't bring that name up around the witches." The woman moved to walk away, but Bonnie grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop.
"Wait, but why is she trying to do it? Why is she so hellbent on finding a cure?"
She looked down at Bonnie's hand on her arm, and Bonnie promptly let go. "All I know is that she thinks werewolves and vampires like you are abominations, and as for witches, I don't know, I think she just hates those of us who are siding with vampires," the witch sighed. "Look, you should drop this subject, and if you're looking for Morgan, stop. She's a very powerful witch and you do not want fight her." She walked away, leaving Bonnie by the bar.
Watching her disappear into the crowd, Bonnie downed the rest of her glass and immediately asked for another one.
"Make that two." She finally heard Damon's voice behind her and turned to look at him. His suit was tailored to perfection, which Bonnie was curious to know how that was considering he had to be borrowing someone else's clothes.
Damon glanced over her dress, lingering on the bit of leg exposed by the slit. "The dress suits her, doesn't it," Mila interjected, placing a hand on Bonnie's shoulder. While Bonnie was speaking with the witch, she had been pulled aside and greeted by someone who it seems had already left.
"It does," he agreed.
Before he could say any more though, the sound of someone tapping on a champagne glass drew everyone's attention towards the staircase where Mark stood on the second step. "Welcome to my home," he started. "I'd like to thank everyone for putting aside our differences to be here, and I'm grateful that the leaders of the Clark and Shaw Covens," he gestured towards a man and woman in the right side of the crowd, "along with the Langmore werewolf pack leaders," he gestured towards the other side of the crowd where two men stood and nodded their heads in acknowledgement, "have graced us with their presence. Together, I hope to ensure our continued alliance to return peace to our homes as we unite against our common enemy," he paused. "Please enjoy yourselves and remember that the enemy of your enemy is your friend." Mark raised his glass.
"Cheers to that," one of the Langmore werewolves raised his glass as well.
A chorus of cheers followed as everyone else raised their glasses, and when chatter began again, Mark disappeared off the step and approached the coven leaders before doing the same with the pack leaders.
"Well," Mila spoke, pulling Bonnie's attention away from Mark's movements. "I've been tasked to mingle and make us look hospitable, so I'll see you two later." She excused herself, leaving Bonnie and Damon alone.
"Friends with her now?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I wouldn't say friends."
He took a sip of his drink, watching her above the rim of his glass. "I saw Mark earlier, and he mentioned he would introduce us to Lianne, the girl who escaped, later on."
"How later is later on?"
"I didn't get a chance to ask, but I'm assuming it's after he irons out whatever plan it is he has with the covens and pack leaders. You know more about the hunter problem than I do. Do you think what they're doing will work?"
"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this. With witches seemingly on both sides of the issue, I'm not sure it was smart to invite them here even if some of them are being hunted. I just want to meet this woman and get out of here."
She picked up her glass from the bar and took a large swig of bourbon. Her gaze drifted across the couples who were slowly dancing to music someone had started playing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Damon was staring at her again. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off her for too long, and the way he was looking at her was too much like the way he looked at her this morning when she fed from him. She didn't need to be drinking his blood to see just how far his thoughts had fallen off the beaten path. She stared back at him, almost mesmerized by the methane shade of his eyes, but she made herself look away from him and out into the crowd where she saw an unexpected familiar face heading straight towards them.
Her eyes widened.
"Bonnie!? I almost didn't recognize you. It's been a while." He opened his arms for a hug which Bonnie couldn't bring herself to deny him.
When he released her, she briefly glanced over at Damon who gave her a questioning look before she pulled the guy all the way across the room into the area where a few people were slow dancing. Only when she was sure they were out of Damon's earshot did she begin to speak. "What the hell are you doing here?" He pulled her into a slow dance, so they stood close and he could whisper low enough so that others around them couldn't hear.
"I could ask you the same, but I was sent to see what this Mark guy is planning and whether or not we should be putting any stake in it. So far most of the hunters have stayed clear of us, but of course we don't want the issues here to spread, so we're considering assisting him." As Bonnie took in that information, he nodded over in Damon's direction. "So who's your friend?"
"No one, just a guy."
"A rather hot guy who's glaring daggers at us, though the glaring is more at me specifically. Something happening there?"
"No."
"Riiiight."
Bonnie sighed and changed the subject. "Look, it's just a feeling and it may or may not be me overreacting, but I have a bad feeling about tonight. You should go."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"But-"
"Please don't argue with me on this. You know that if I'm here, then you don't need to be here, and if he gets mad, you can tell him I threatened you."
He looked ready to argue for a second, but then backed off. "Fine. You coming back anytime soon?"
"I don't know yet, but drinks are on me when I do."
"I'll hold you to that." His eyes raised up behind her. "Don't look now, but he's coming over here."
Bonnie looked anyway and took a step back as Damon approached.
"Are you going to introduce me?"
Bonnie gave the other guy a look, and he got the message. "I'm sorry. I was just leaving, but maybe we'll meet again in the future." He walked away, playfully saluting Bonnie goodbye. Then he disappeared around the corner where the front entrance was.
Damon grabbed Bonnie's hand and before she could pull away, Damon pulled her into him, placing her hands on his shoulders, and letting his hands settle on her waist, the heat from them making her skin hot through the dress she wore as he started a slow sway. "Who was that?"
"A friend of mine," Bonnie said, contemplating whether or not to keep dancing with him.
"From where?"
"From home."
"Which is where exactly, if not in Mystic Falls?"
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out."
A hint of a smile spread appeared on his face. "The mysteries never will never end with you, will they?" His hand shifted on her waist, thumb moving over the cut out of her dress, brushing over the exposed skin of her stomach there. Her muscles clenched, though the muted expression on her face didn't change. "You know I won't leave you alone until I know everything."
"That statement should be grounds for filing a restraining order," Bonnie said dryly.
"You'd have to do better than that to get rid of me."
"Right," Bonnie snorted. "I forgot there's a picture of you next to the word "stalker" in the dictionary."
"I think you mean persistent."
"There's a line between the two and I don't doubt you'd be willing to cross it."
He smirked. "Only because I care."
Her first inclination was to refute what he just said, but she didn't want to start arguing in the middle of a bunch of vampires who might hear them, so she left it at that.
Bonnie let him dance with her for a few moments longer, and for some reason, she let him pull her close to whisper in her ear.
"Hungry yet?" He asked, the low cadence of his voice sending shivers down her spine which he undoubtedly felt. He leaned back from her.
When she looked at him again, his gaze was heavier. "I still have an hour or two left in me."
Bonnie stared up at him, annoyed at herself for having the errant thought that she still found him handsome. She watched a look flit across his face before it turned contemplative.
"Do you ever think about that night? The one in 1994 where things got a little..."
For a second she wasn't sure what he was talking about, then she understood and with understanding came exasperation. Bonnie stopped moving, putting distance between them. "We agreed to never bring that up again, and besides, nothing really happened."
"We never agreed to that, and something almost did. Aren't you tired of-"
Bonnie shook her head and cut him off, not liking the direction of this conversation. "No. We're not doing this song and dance again. I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't appreciate it."
That effectively silenced him.
A throat cleared beside them, and Bonnie's head snapped towards the person. It was Mark, along with another woman who looked entirely disinterested as if she didn't want to be there.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all," Bonnie responded.
He motioned towards the woman beside him. "This is Lianne. Lianne, these are the people I was telling you about, Bonnie and Damon."
"It's nice to meet you. If you could tell us where you escaped from and how, that would be a big help."
"I can. Mark told me you wanted to rescue your friend, but what exactly do you think you're going to do by yourself."
"We have our resources," Bonnie said.
"Which we should pool together if we're going to get rid of this threat," Mark added.
"I understand what you're trying to do, but we only want to rescue our friend. We have no interest in being involved in whatever it is you're planning."
"Surely, the chances of your success would be greater if we work together."
"We work alone," Damon insisted.
Mark looked ready to test their resolve, but then seemed to reconsider. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Bonnie looked towards Lianne. "So how did you manage to get out?"
"Luck. One of theirs got careless and I bit him, threatened him to tell me the way out, and somehow managed to find my way to the exit after that."
"And do you remember where the place was?"
She looked to Mark who nodded his head. "I was a bit out of it, but the facility was in Texas in the middle of the desert outside of Amarillo."
"I'm assuming you don't have an address?"
"No address, but let me see your phone." Bonnie procured her phone from her blazer pocket and watched as she pulled up a map and placed a pin on it. It was in this area."
"Thank you."
"Is there anything else you can tell us?" Damon asked her.
"Only that the place was a labyrinth, but they kept us on the third basement level."
"Thank you. You've been extremely helpful."
"You're welcome," Lianne said. "Any chance you'll reconsider joining us?"
"I'm sorry, but I do know someone who might be able to help you," she looked to Mark, "I can give you their contact information and you can tell him I told you to call. Do you have your phone on you?" Mark pulled his phone out of an inner pocket in his suit jacket and gave it to her. She put a name and number into his phone, then handed it back to him. His eyes lit up in recognition at the name, then he put his phone back inside his suit jacket. "Thank you for this."
"No, thank you for allowing us to stay here Mark-"
Mark picked up on the finality of her tone. "You're leaving right this instant?"
"We no longer have a reason to stay. So thank you again."
Before she and Damon could take their leave, a loud crashing sound made her head snap towards the windows, and the sounds of gunshots made her immediately move for cover. There were at least ten men in black, swat-esque suits filing into the house with wooden-bullet assault rifles. Mark and Lianne we're immediately on the offensive, disappearing from where they stood to attack the intruders. Everything turned into chaos as people started dying, and Bonnie acted fast, immediately pulling the gun sitting in the back of her dress. With vampire speed, she was swift and accurate, using it to shoot about four hunters in the head, but there were still more and the enemies only seemed to be increasing in number with every second.
"We need to get out of here," Damon said.
He was right, but Bonnie looked over and saw Katie on the ground, dead. Her stomach churned with unwanted guilt at the thought of leaving, but she reminded herself that survival came first. "Let's go," she said, but as soon as she did, more appeared.
Damon cursed. "Where the fuck do they keep coming from?"
A lot of the people around them were dead, vampire, witch, and werewolf alike, but Bonnie tried not to focus on that fact as she continued to shoot the hunters until her bullets ran out. She managed to clear a path for them towards the front door, but as they approached, the door was kicked in and more came through. Damon went for the first one that came through, using him as a shield from the bullets while he took a stake from his belt and threw it at another one, landing it in the exposed skin of his throat. Without any bullets, Bonnie was forced to rely on her magic, and she cast incendia, setting the others that came through on fire one after another. While they screamed and burned to death, Damon snapped the neck of the one he was holding and once things grew quiet, they both took a breath, thinking there wouldn't be more for a second, but they were wrong.
A grenade was thrown in their direction, and Damon saw it first, so he dove towards Bonnie, pushing them both across the room to the floor. After the explosion died down and only a cloud of smoke remained, Bonnie heard the gunshots begin and reacted. She flipped them, so that she was straddling on top of him and with an invisible force, she immediately pushed back the men who had just entered the house and were pointing their guns at them.
Holding them against the wall, she got off of Damon, and he stood up after her, rushing towards the men and killing all of them before they could regain their footing.
This was when she noticed Damon had been shot twice, once by a wooden bullet in the shoulder and another by a stake sticking out of his chest, and she herself had a bullet in her thigh. He clutched his shoulder while blood poured from the wound. Then Mila, Rodney, and a few people she didn't recognize sped around the corner, heading towards the front door. "Bonnie, are you alright?" Mila asked, looking around at the massacre of bodies on the floor in front of them. "Did...did you do this?" She was looking at the burnt bodies. She and Damon were the only two vampires in the foyer, and the bodies were clearly unnaturally burned.
"There's no time to explain," Bonnie started to walk towards the front door, but found she couldn't pass the threshold. She pressed her hands against in the middle of the doorway and found an invisible wall.
"We're trapped." Someone said.
"They spelled the door. I knew we should've never trusted the witches," Rodney complained.
"You think this is our fault. There are as many of us dead as the rest of you vampires," someone else said.
Bonnie ignored them, placed her hands on the door, and started to siphon the magic. "I thought she was a vampire?" Bonnie heard Mila say to Damon.
"She's a bit special," was his response. When Bonnie was done siphoning the magic, she stepped through and the others followed behind her.
The moment they stepped outside, however, five more hunters seemed to appear from nowhere and surrounded them. Bonnie wondered how there could be so many. There had to at least have been fifty of them so far.
"Don't move!" One of them shouted. The rest had their guns pointed at them.
"Should we capture these?" One of the hunters asked.
In the few seconds they debated, Bonnie's mouth tightened as she stepped towards them. She was not about to die here. Her eyes grew heavy with concentration as she pulled on the magic inside of her. A crack of thunder sounded like a whip, drawing everyone but Bonnie's attention to the sky. The speed at which she was wordlessly casting the spell quickly used up the magic she'd absorbed as well as her own magic, causing the tattoo on her back to begin to burn. Bonnie spoke three words in latin and they couldn't fire their guns quick enough. "Quinque fulgur ferit," she said, and lightning fell on all of them at the same time, striking them dead.
"That's new," Damon remarked.
"What are you?" Mila asked.
Bonnie turned to Mila and the rest of the people. "What I am doesn't matter. There could still be more of them so everyone should start running away from here." They did as they were told, some scattering, and some sticking together. Bonnie watched Rodney lead a couple of vampires off into the distance, but Mila remained behind for a moment.
"I don't understand what just happened, but I'm grateful. Stay safe, the both of you." Mila sped off, and once she was gone, Bonnie took a few seconds, quickly pulled up the tattered rags of her dress, and dug out the bullet inside of her thigh. She bit back a whimper of pain, wincing as her hand dug into the muscle and tore her wound open further, but she got the bullet out and almost immediately felt better after. This way she would be able to run faster.
"Come on," she said to Damon. "We need to get out of here before more appear out of nowhere again."
He nodded, and they both took off as fast as they could.
The car was where they left it, and once inside, Bonnie had Damon open his shirt just enough so she could pull it off his shoulder where the bullet was and she used her fingers to dig it out the same way she had dug the bullet out of her thigh. When she was done, she looked at his chest. He had long since removed the stake some time ago, but it showed no signs of healing.
"Pretty sure there are splinters still in there," he said. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes and noticing how close she was to him. Moving back, she settled into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, they make them so they splinter easy nowadays, but I'll find us some place to stop, so I can get them out." She pulled off into the street.
"That spell back there, where did you learn it?"
"An old witch's grimoire. A lot of her spells had to do with the manipulation of nature."
Bonnie stopped at the first motel she saw. Telling Damon to stay put, she got out and got them a room, ignoring the looks she got in her ripped dress. The person at the front desk asked her if she was alright and seemed to be on the verge of making a phone call to the police, so Bonnie compelled him to believe she was fine and just hand her the key. She went back to get Damon and bring in her duffel bag as well as one of the blood bags in her cooler.
"Take off your shirt."
He took it off for her and sat down on the bed closest to him. From her duffel bag, Bonnie pulled out a first aid kit from which she grabbed a pair of tweezers and got to work on the hole in Damon's chest. She braced one hand on his uninjured shoulder and leaned him back so the overhead light shined into his injury. Moving a hand to his chest, she steadied herself as she began to pick through his wound with the other hand.
Bonnie could feel his eyes on her as she worked. He watched her but said nothing, occasionally wincing as she pulled out the splinters.
"Can't you be gentler?"
"Don't be a baby."
He scoffed at her. "This is the thanks I get for taking a a bullet for you?"
She glanced up at him, his blue eyes burning holes into hers. "Thanks," she said, finding another splinter with her tweezers and pulling it out.
She examined the wound. "Feel anymore anywhere."
"No."
"Then here," she grabbed one of the blood bags she'd brought and handed it to him. He sat up and drank, his wounds healing faster with every drop of blood he ingested.
Bonnie stood up, and the exhaustion suddenly hit her. "I'm going to take a shower." She grabbed her usual nightly shirt and shorts from her bag.
"Leaving so soon?" Damon quipped. "I thought we were going somewhere with the doctor-patient roleplay."
She couldn't roll her eyes hard enough at him before she closed the bathroom door behind her.
Taking a quick shower, she changed into her pajamas, and when she came out, Damon went in. She heard the shower water start a few seconds later.
Moving her things off the bed, she laid down and she must have been more exhausted than she thought because the moment her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Thought I would be done with this earlier, but the action scenes always give me trouble, though less than a month between chapters is still good for me lol. Also, I know ya'll are ready to know what happened in Bonnie's past, and I promise a bit of an explanation is coming soon, but I'm sorry that it's taking me so long to write this!