100 songs: The concept is simple, you take 100 songs, you tell 100 fragments of a story, each to the song in question. The only catch? You only have the length of the song to write the story.
So on with the show. And for the record? I don't own the Vampire Diaries.
If You See Kay; The Script
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Watching her trance was amazing. Every inch of her face seemed to glow, even though it was just the candles, and every part of her pulsed with Power.
Damon wouldn't let go of her those nights – the nights that she would sit at the dinner table, and all of a sudden, lose herself and speak with another voice. He had his hands on her all the time anyway – with his thumb loosely tracing the outside of her knee, his arm resting on the back of her chair, whatever, whenever, it didn't matter to him.
But it scared him when she stiffened, lost herself, and wouldn't remember a thing. A hundred times, probably more, she would threaten herself, tell the table at large that she would hurt herself if she wasn't listened to.
"But they won't." Bonnie would whisper as he held her tight in their bed hours later, "They don't own this body." There was always a beat of silence, and Damon would run his fingers down through Bonnie's hair, stroke through it with every kind of gentle, slow movement. "You do."