Author's Note: Hey guys, I have another update for you. I hope I'm entertaining those of you who choose to read my story. I want to again apologize for the lack of Bamon interaction. I'm really just trying to set the story up. I hope you don't mind. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I'll have another one up soon.
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Silence, complete and deafening silence. At first Bonnie had no clue how to feel. Then she felt complete rage, rage that only increased when she noticed the lone tear that fell from her grams eyes. Along with that rage, came the fire. Bonnie could feel it at her finger tips, begging to be set free and do damage.
Bonnie was startled when her rage began to subside, and a smooth calmness washed over her. She looked towards her grams who still had sadness in her eyes. Then Bonnie was sad, utterly sad. She whispered to her grams, "Wh-why would she do something like that, grams I don't understand, why would you even allow her into our home, wh-wwhy." Bonnie was silenced when Shelia held up her hands. Then something occurred to her; Papa G wasn't dead. He was very much alive, away on business with her dad. Was he not her grandfather? She looked at her grams ready to fire more questions at her until her grams stood.
"Yes, your aunt killed my husband, she drained every bit of magic from him, He died, right there in front of me." Shelia went back to the ingredients to prepare dinner. Before Bonnie got a chance to speak she continued. "So, I plead to the mother goddess, I begged her to help me. To bring my Gerald back to me. And so, there he was taking in his first breath since his last." She smiled when she heard Bonnie's breath of relief. Then she smirked when she heard her frantic speaking.
"Grams, why didn't you just say that, I was ready to hunt Aunt Renee down and, and I don't know what I would have done, but it would have been painful. Oh my god, my stomach almost ran way from me. Why would you do that, you could've said, 'Hey Bonnie, so your Aunt killed my husband, but some magickal goddess brought him back to life. No biggie." Bonnie huffed as her grams chuckled at her rant.
"Child, sometimes you just crack me up." She sobered once she saw the conflicted look on Bonnie's face. "Bonnie, your aunt, she's no longer inflicted with dark magick. She left that path long before you where able to walk. The darkness that allowed her to do something as despicable as killing an innocent person, well it's gone now. And while I'll never forgive her for the trauma of watching the life fade from my husband's eyes. I love her, I love her just as much as the last time I saw her."
They stayed in silence. Bonnie washed her hands and began to help her grams prepare dinner. She was right they were having meatloaf. Bonnie still had so many questions, but she decided to let it be for now. But she'd eventually get her answers.
Damon whistled as he walked through the Salvatore Boarding House. It felt good to be home. Even though this town was dreadfully boring, he didn't know how long he could go on with this whole teacher charade. He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to have some fresh young blood, hot and ready. However, no amount of blood could make up for the devastating boredom. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a commotion upstairs, he followed the noise. He wasn't sure why he was surprised to find Stefan in bed with a blond headed teenager. Blood spilled down her neck; she held on to Stefan as he continued to feed from her.
"Getting started early I see, couldn't have drugged her to the nearest hotel…what are you going to do when uncle Zach see's." He wasn't surprised when Stefan did nothing to acknowledge him. This was wrong, usually Damon was the trouble maker and Stefan was his knight in shinning armor, but since Stefan had once again fallen of the wagon. Damon had to be the responsible one. One of them had to have their heads screwed on straight. Speaking of loose heads, Damon was glad no one had yet to lose theirs. Which was just unusual for his baby brother considering he was a very messy eater, and tended to rip his victims apart. Damon chucked his restraint up to the severity of their mission.
He tried again to get his brother's attention, "Oh, you missed a drop, what a waste Stefan, you should know better." He sighed in annoyance when his brother once again ignored his presence. "The Bennett girl, how'd it go," Damon was shocked to see Stefan finally look up from his meal. He looked into the girl's eyes before nicking his finger, smoothing his blood over her bites, healing them. Grabbing the girl by the neck he compelled her to forget she ever met him and told her to go home. Damon watched as she mindlessly walked out of Stefan's room. When he turned to face Stefan, he wasn't startled to find him right in his face. A look of menace in his eyes.
"Thanks for interrupting my dinner brother." His voice was anything but thankful; Damon was unaffected. He wiped the blood off his mouth before throwing a shirt over his head. He began to walk out of his room. "As for your question, things went well, I got into the club. I think I made a lasting impression on Ms. Bonnie. She'll be working for us in no time." Damon smiled at his words. Things so far were going to plan.
"She's adorable, she reminds me a lot of Emily." Damon frowns at his words before speaking. "No, she's nothing like Emily, she reminds me more of Cherie." Stefan scoffed and continued down the stairs. "Emily is written all over her, they have the same exact temperament, and they both enjoy my humor." Damon laughed out loud.
"Well the Bennett's have always had a poor sense of humor. You remember Celeste, oh man wasn't she a stick in the mud." Damon watched as his brothers face scrunch up in confusion.
"You threatened to kill everyone she cared about if she didn't help you locate Emily's grimoire. You followed through on your threat by stabbing your hand into her boyfriend's chest." Damon waved his hand about dismissively.
"I didn't kill him, which was a miracle since I had turned off my humanity." His promise to Em meant nothing to him then. Something he regretted, not that he'd tell Stefan that. "Anyway, we made up when she stabbed a poker in my stomach." They both chuckled at that. Damon smirked when he realized where they were. "The blond wasn't enough for you, she looked almost completely drained." He watched as Stefan dug into the deep freezer, grabbing a bag or two before pushing past him, heading out of the basement. Damon knew not to push him on the subject. But sooner or later Stefan's restraint would crumble and then, then they would be in deep shit.
"The girl was delicious, but she wasn't my type, Hard to find someone carrying O neg." Damon knew it was just an excuse, but he took it anyway. "About Bonnie, I can read her thoughts, I thought witches had mental barriers, so they can keep people like us out of their heads." Stefan looked to Damon for some sort of reasoning and he did not disappoint.
"Not if she's clairvoyant, they have to build their barriers themselves." Damon continued, "Their minds are naturally open, that way the information can pass through freely, I'm surprised no one has taught her how to do it yet." Damon smirked as he roamed through the books in his library, "This is good, that means she can be compelled, well to some extent, she still has natural defenses against vampires." He sauntered over to his bar, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. "It'll still come in handy." Stefan nodded his head in agreement.
Stefan headed over to the sofa eyeing Damon, they were so close to their goal, what would be the move once they get what they want. Would they go their separate ways? Say Adios and go back to hating each other. It seemed very likely, but Stefan couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at the thought. Damon rolled his eyes as he noticed the look on his brother's face. "Say what you want to say, or stop brooding your forehead in my direction."
Stefan sighed, "What's after this Damon, once we finally get that tomb open and get Katherine. I know our plans differ after that, but-" He was cut off by his brother.
"Are you trying to ask me if we're gonna ride off into the sunset together." He chuckled, that was a thought. He turned serious when he saw the look of regret on his brother's face. Probably because he decided to open up to him and Damon decided to be a dick. "Look Stefan, we always try to be together, but it never works out, Hell up till eight months ago you wanted nothing to do with me." Damon didn't really know what to say to his brother. This was the first time Stefan had showed any emotion towards him beside contempt or anger. He felt uncomfortable as he watched Stefan leave the room with a nod; he grimaced when he heard the basement door close.
8 Months Ago, Chicago
Damon was giddy, for the first time in a long time his die-hard devotion to get Katherine out of the tomb was coming into fruition. The comet was finally on it's way and he was gonna get his girl back. But first he needed his brother, and luckily, he wasn't hard to track down. If Stefan was in Chicago it could only mean one of two things. Either he was with his obnoxious bestie Lexie, or he was off the wagon. Damon was definitely hoping for the latter.
Damon was lucky to have a witch by his side. She was able to track Stefan down to his exact location. Stefan was at a bar probably drowning his sorrows and brooding at anyone who looked at him. He was so unoriginal.
Once Damon entered the bar, it came as no surprise to him that he found his baby brother with a served head cradled in his lap. Stefan had been busy; the place was littered with dead bodies and severed parts. He smirked as Stefan glared at him. "Hello brother."
"Long time no see, seems as though you've been having all the fun without me. That's not very nice Stefan, why'd you wait till I was long gone to finally have some fun." He chuckled.
Stefan stood dropping the head to the ground, he let out a viscous growl before attacking Damon. He could honestly say he didn't see it coming. Stefan was such a drama queen. Before he could move out the way Stefan knocked his jaw out of place. "Dammit that hurt," he yelled before swiftly moving out of the way, avoiding another one of Stefan's attacks. Damon landed a punch of his own into his brother's back before tripping him off his feet. He grimaced when felt his jaw finally setting back into place. His brother had him at a disadvantage, fifty bodies worth. He ready himself to fight when Stefan regained his footing, he looked ready to attack again so Damon spoke.
"Calm down Stefan, I didn't come to fight I came to talk," when Damon saw his words were having no affect he hurriedly continued, "The comet is here brother, another eight months and will be able to get into that tomb. I know that's something you want to talk about." He calmed when he saw his brother relaxing his stance.
"I don't care about that anymore, so you've wasted your time coming to look for me." Damon wasn't convinced he knew a couple of years ago Stefan was just as eager as him to get inside that tomb. "Leave Damon, I want nothing to do with that tomb." Damon laughed wholeheartedly.
"Wow Stefan, that was almost believable, now stop with the dramatics, pack your things and come with me. We got things to do." Damon headed for the door, stopping in his tracks when he realized his brother wasn't following him.
"I'm not going Damon, you want that tomb open, you're going to have to do it yourself." Stefan began pouring alcohol around the bar, making sure to douse the bodies and their missing parts. Damon glanced around. He could only imagine what happened here. Stefan was probably trying so hard to be a good boy and then something made him snap. Maybe the bartender cut himself on a broken piece of glass, maybe a couple was getting hot and heavy and bit down a little too hard on the lower lip. Or maybe Stefan just got tired of fighting it off. Maybe the bloodlust just became to much.
One thing Damon did know was, eventually Stefan will crawl right back on that wagon. And even though he's done worst things. The guilt would kill him, it always did. He grabbed a bottle of scotch and helped Stefan wet the bar. Stefan scoffed, "I told you Damon, I'm not coming with you." He threw the bottle of tequila on the ground and grabbed his lighter, heading for the back entrance.
"Heard you the first time little brother, but someone's got to help you clean up your mess." He followed Stefan towards the back door. Stefan lit his lighter before tossing it into the bar. They both watched as the flames rapidly consumed everything inside. Damon liked to think of it as Stefan burning his sins away, but only if it was that easy. "Isn't that what big brothers are for."
Bonnie hugged her grams tight before heading towards door. "Thanks for dinner grams the meatloaf was delicious. I'll come and visit you tomorrow after school."
"Alright sweetheart, goodnight." Bonnie grinned as her grams used her magic to lock up her house. She could just envision her heading upstairs, using her magic, locking the doors, cutting off the lights and preparing for bed.
She walked to her car, eyeing her watch, surprised that she only had one hour till midnight. She must have lost track of time with her grams. They had talked more about her aunt Renee, well mostly about their childhood together. Ironically grams was the troublemaker when they were younger. Bonnie couldn't get enough of the tales of their wacky adventures. However, grams wouldn't share any information about her aunt's trip to hades; no matter how hard Bonnie probed. Even though her grams had assured her she had no reason to fret; Bonnie still felt weary of her aunt. Could they really trust her?
Bonnie forgot all about her worries as she drove towards her home singing along with the radio. Enjoying the way the music washed over her, and left her with a feeling of euphoria. She could tell when an artist truly put their soul into their music. You could feel that every word had its meaning and its place. And it made you feel something. Bonnie was startled out of her happy haze when her phone began to ring. It was an unknown number. No, that wasn't right, no one ever called her besides her grams and her dad. She hesitantly picked up the phone, Bonnie debated for a second before answering it.
"Hello, who is this," She listened carefully waiting for an answer. She could hear their calm breathing. "Hello, anyone there," when she received no answer she hung up the phone and tossed it back into her purse. Maybe they had the wrong number. However, her instincts were telling her that it was more than that.
Bonnie doesn't know why she jumps when her phone rings again. She looks over to find the same number glaring back at her. This time she doesn't answer. It continues to ring as she turns on the road that leads to her house. She breathes a sigh of relief when the ringing stops. She sits in the car for a while, pondering the situation before she decides to head inside. Rushing up the stairs, Bonnie digs around her purse in search of her keys when her phone rings once again.
"Shit," she curses dropping her bag, "what the hell, calm down Bonnie, it's just a phone." her hands began to shake as she grabs for her bag trying her hardest to ignore the ringing. Bonnie fishes through her bag for her keys once more. Finding them, she rushes inside the house and hurriedly locks the door behind her. Unfortunately, her phone continues to ring; having enough she decides to answer it.
"If this is some kind of prank, fuck off, or I'll call the police," Bonnie waited, listening to the person breathe in her ear once more, "If you call th-" She was interrupted by the person's voice. It was a woman. And she only said one thing. "Death."
Then she was falling, backwards, through her house, through the earth, until she stood in another place. A place she's never seen before. A place that was bathed in darkness. She heard a faint sound one that called to her, beckoning her to it. Bonnie followed the noise through the narrow pathways, using her other senses to guide her in the pitch blackness. If Bonnie had to guess she would say she was in a cave, but she had no clue how she got there.
She stopped abruptly when the noise disappeared; shivering when a chill ran up her spine. Her instincts told her not to move, they told her to wait. And so, she waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Light burst inside the cave and Bonnie looked towards it. She gasped when she saw herself looking back at her. 'What the hell,' She thought 'what's going on." She stared as the other Bonnie turned away from her to speak.
"It's open, the seal is broken as well, get what you need and take care of the rest of them." Bonnie squinted as she tried to make out the other faces. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get a glimpse of them. She screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder; swinging wildly trying to protect herself, until the person spoke. A second chill ran down her spine when she realized she recognized the voice.
"This Bonnie, must never come to past. They don't know the hell they'll be unleashing on this town. They only believe there are vampires here, but they are wrong, here lies something far more dangerous, something that shall never be released." It was the woman that spoke to her on the phone. Bonnie glanced up at the woman wondering just what the hell was going on.
"Who are you," Bonnie questioned. She had so many more, but this one she needed an answer to.
"I'm Emily, you know who I am. I'm sorry if I frightened you, but this is a matter that cannot be held off any longer. You must not do as they want Bonnie, it won't end well. Remember, this must never come to pass." Bonnie gasped when Emily disappeared. She didn't have anytime to process it all before she was jerked back in to a familiar place. Her living room.
There she stood, with her phone at her ear, listening to the dial tone. Immediately she went to her call list in search of the mysterious number. She was confused to find that the last person to call her was her dad at eight o'clock in the morning. Bonnie again questioned what the hell was happening. She was lost for words, she was sure her dead ancestor had called her, but there was no traces of it at all. Bonnie couldn't comprehend any of it. She needed to talk to grams.
Bonnie felt like hell. She didn't get a lick of sleep after the events of last night. After frantically calling her grams, Bonnie's fear only worsened with every word she spoke. She had hope her grams would write her vision off as some silly happenstance. But she didn't. When Bonnie finished rambling about the whole ordeal her grams had been deadly silent. Then she demanded Bonnie retell the events over and in excruciating detail. She remembered the fear she heard in her grams voice.
"Child," Sheila said, "Listen to me very carefully, there are some things I've yet to tell you. Things that I should have told you long ago." Bonnie waited silently for her grams to continue. "Witches are only one of many supernatural creatures. There are so many more. However our greatest enemy are the vampires."
Vampires. It sounded unreal. So unreal, Bonnie had felt the urge to laugh bubble up inside her. However she couldn't dismiss the seriousness in her grams voice. As though her grams had sensed her disbelief, she continued to explain to Bonnie exactly what vampires were, and how Bonnie should take them very seriously. She then adamantly warned Bonnie to head the warning her dead ancestor had given her.
"Bonnie, the fact that Emily contacted you directly can only express the danger of ignoring this warning. This child, is not something to be ignored or taken lightly. Whatever's in that tomb can't be let out, it must never be opened."
"Damn Bennett, you look like shit," Bonnie jumped out of her thoughts as Tyler Lockwood dropped his tray down in front of her, "You okay." He studied her a moment longer before he began scarfing down his food. Bonnie looked at him questioningly before snatching a fry off his plate. It was a rarity that Tyler sat with her, he must have wanted something.
"Didn't get any sleep, what you want Lockwood," she watched as Tyler continued to eat his food ignoring her question, "Tyler, my day hasn't been off to the best start, so if-"
"Who say's I want anything," Tyler lifts his hands in surrender when he sees the unimpressed look on her face, "Okay look, I just need you to do this one favor for me Bennett and I'll love you forever."
Bonnie didn't know why that made her want to smile, but it did. Tyler use to say the same thing when they were just kids. 'Bon, if you buy me a cone, I'll love you forever,' 'Bon if you keep it a secret I'll love you forever.' She remembers keeping a lot of secrets for him, especially from his parents, well mostly his dad. It's funny, out of him, Matt, and Elena he was the only one who didn't quit on her, well not completely. Guess he kept his promise. He didn't sit with her at lunch, they didn't hang at the grill, or party together. But Tyler still had her back when it counted.
She considered his pleading eyes and knew she'd do what he needed, because she knew he'd do it for her. So she gestured for him to continue.
He smiled genuinely, before stating his request, "So, I know I still have one day of mandatory tutoring, I was kind of hoping you'd just, you know," he raised his eyebrows in suspension.
"What, sign off on your blue slip, Tyler Lockwood, are you asking me to lie?" They smirked at each other as Tyler began ruffling through his bag with a scoff.
"Really Bon, we both know you have no problem with lying at all, despite how bad you are at it." He chuckled as Bonnie swatted at him before jacking another fry off his plate. "It'll really help me out if you did this." He handed the blue slip to Bonnie along with a pen.
Bonnie took it, signing the sheet, before handing it back to him. She snatched it back before he could grab it, "You owe me Ty."
Tyler took the slip before picking up things. "Of course Bon, Thanks," he kissed her on the cheek before heading towards the cafeteria exit. As Bonnie watched him leave she felt a pair of eyes on her. She followed the sensation to a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Elena. There was nothing particular behind the stare, but Bonnie got a feeling that it could mean nothing good. She returned her stare unblinkingly. She still looked like the same Elena who use to be her best friend. The same Elena who held all her secrets. Who had her back like a true sister would. She still looked like the same Elena who'd do anything for her. But, looks were deceiving. Bonnie did a mental fist pump when Elena's stare broke first.
Hearing the bell ring, Bonnie moved to put her tray away. Stuffing her earphones in her ears, she searched through her music selection walking haphazardly through the throng of students. She cursed when she bumped into someone. Without looking up she apologized, "Sorry, excuse me," Bonnie moved to get around them before they spoke.
"We have got to stop meeting like this Miss Bennett," Bonnie looked up to see Mr. Salvatore looking down at her.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Salvatore, I wasn't watching where I was going, again." She watched as his mouth turned up into a smile.
"You have got to be more careful, Bonnie," he chides playfully, "next time I might have to give you detention." He chuckles.
"I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that Mr. Salvatore," Bonnie smiles hiking her bag further up her shoulders. "But I'll keep that in mind."
"Good, and call me Mr. Sal," he remarks exasperated, "Salvatore makes me feel old."
Bonnie nods her head in acceptance as he heads towards the cafeteria exit. He was odd, not in a weird way; he just didn't fit. He didn't fit the place, he didn't fit the job, he didn't even fit his own personality. Mabey Bonnie was just being a little judgmental. However, she just couldn't shake her instincts, he doesn't' belong here.