*Thanks to Kamrusepas Night and Galaktis for the continued interest. I hope
it stays up to expectations. Sigh, so much I want to say and yet the
chapters always remain so small. I'll work on that.*
Chapter XI
Stefan's head jerked up. "What the hell was that?"
"Stefan?" Elena touched his arm, concerned.
"I heard Bonnie." He stretched his senses as far out as they would go, but he couldn't find a trace of her mind. There was no way to locate her through one psychic shout.
Matt's face creased with a relieved smile, but it faded when he noticed how tense the stance was of Stefan's body. Something was seriously bothering the vampire.
"What did she say? Stefan, please!" Elena's voice broke through his haze.
When he turned to look at her, his eyes were bleak. "Damon."
********
The horde faced east towards a voice that had shouted Damon's name. The immense power it would take to send a summons that strong slightly unnerved Giovanna. Although the sender had been human, there was something else that had fuelled the calling. It had felt dead and dangerous.
Damon hadn't spoken since the voice of the witch had broken through. He was extending his powers, trying to find the origin of Bonnie's command. He had pinpointed a direction, but nothing more. Nothing else had followed the call.
Jolan and Mina's hushed voices were starting to get on her nerves. Alaric stared off into nowhere, unseeing and uncaring. He hadn't heard anything and was too depressed of be of any assistance.
"Will you listen to me," Heloise said, through clenched teeth. She held up a file.
Alaric's eyes widened. "I've never seen that."
Heloise glanced down at him, annoyed. "Of course you haven't. I found it in his parent's house. Apparently, you weren't the first doctor he was brought to. The boy was labelled as masochistic, and seriously disturbed. In sessions, he couldn't speak of his injuries but when brought under hypnosis he spoke of a demon named Sullivan. And it mentions something about the boy reading the mind of the doctor."
"It appears that the boy was killed most likely a vampire from what I felt in that shout," Giovanna said softly.
"Anything else?" Leopold asked, pleased that he played a part in discovering the boy's possible involvement.
"We may have a way to track her," Mina's voice interrupted.
Damon turned his head slightly, still searching for Bonnie but listening. Everyone else watched them with interest. Mina turned to look at Jolan.
Jolan cleared her throat. "I sensed something else behind the other presence. It felt like craft or magic and it wasn't like Bonnie's power. It was dark and-" she shuddered, taking a breath. "Anyways, besides having that to trace, we could use blood."
"Why would you have some of Bonnie's blood?" Giovanna asked.
Damon was now fully turned towards them, eyes narrowed.
"The three of us exchanged blood in a ceremony three weeks ago. Were bonded by a vow to help her."
"What type of vow?" Damon asked.
She quickly glanced in his direction and swallowed. She didn't answer.
He turned to stare at Mina who simply shrugged her shoulders and raised the side of her mouth in a crooked smile. Then she sobered and said, "We need supplies."
********
The vampire who held her released his hands and took step back, shoving her into the arms of a now irate vampire. He grasped her at the biceps. Apparently, the connection between worked both ways. She smiled vaguely at her small victory.
"It seems we are about to have company," the vampire told his minion. Then his voice turned cold. "Prepare."
The blonde left the room in a rush, eager to be away.
"Although I was hoping for a longer and more intimate union between us, it appears your rash decision has forced me to take action. This Damon of yours won't last long against my children. And now, you will know the true meaning of fear."
Bonnie's eyes widened but she couldn't prepare for anything as he darted for her throat. She felt the sharp sting of teeth. The more she fought, the worse the pain became. She could feel his fingernails tearing through her skin. She pushed with her arms against his chest, but his hands clenched and she felt her own bones snap.
She cried out in pain, but could only release a garbled moan. His arms move to grasp her around the head and lower back. She could feel his nails rip through the thin cotton of her shirt and dig into her flesh. In all this time, he still hadn't released hold of her neck. A thin trickle of something wet flowed down from her mouth.
Her peripheral vision was now lost in blackness. A black cloud enveloped the rest of the light and she became lost in the sensation of her own death.
Chapter XI
Stefan's head jerked up. "What the hell was that?"
"Stefan?" Elena touched his arm, concerned.
"I heard Bonnie." He stretched his senses as far out as they would go, but he couldn't find a trace of her mind. There was no way to locate her through one psychic shout.
Matt's face creased with a relieved smile, but it faded when he noticed how tense the stance was of Stefan's body. Something was seriously bothering the vampire.
"What did she say? Stefan, please!" Elena's voice broke through his haze.
When he turned to look at her, his eyes were bleak. "Damon."
********
The horde faced east towards a voice that had shouted Damon's name. The immense power it would take to send a summons that strong slightly unnerved Giovanna. Although the sender had been human, there was something else that had fuelled the calling. It had felt dead and dangerous.
Damon hadn't spoken since the voice of the witch had broken through. He was extending his powers, trying to find the origin of Bonnie's command. He had pinpointed a direction, but nothing more. Nothing else had followed the call.
Jolan and Mina's hushed voices were starting to get on her nerves. Alaric stared off into nowhere, unseeing and uncaring. He hadn't heard anything and was too depressed of be of any assistance.
"Will you listen to me," Heloise said, through clenched teeth. She held up a file.
Alaric's eyes widened. "I've never seen that."
Heloise glanced down at him, annoyed. "Of course you haven't. I found it in his parent's house. Apparently, you weren't the first doctor he was brought to. The boy was labelled as masochistic, and seriously disturbed. In sessions, he couldn't speak of his injuries but when brought under hypnosis he spoke of a demon named Sullivan. And it mentions something about the boy reading the mind of the doctor."
"It appears that the boy was killed most likely a vampire from what I felt in that shout," Giovanna said softly.
"Anything else?" Leopold asked, pleased that he played a part in discovering the boy's possible involvement.
"We may have a way to track her," Mina's voice interrupted.
Damon turned his head slightly, still searching for Bonnie but listening. Everyone else watched them with interest. Mina turned to look at Jolan.
Jolan cleared her throat. "I sensed something else behind the other presence. It felt like craft or magic and it wasn't like Bonnie's power. It was dark and-" she shuddered, taking a breath. "Anyways, besides having that to trace, we could use blood."
"Why would you have some of Bonnie's blood?" Giovanna asked.
Damon was now fully turned towards them, eyes narrowed.
"The three of us exchanged blood in a ceremony three weeks ago. Were bonded by a vow to help her."
"What type of vow?" Damon asked.
She quickly glanced in his direction and swallowed. She didn't answer.
He turned to stare at Mina who simply shrugged her shoulders and raised the side of her mouth in a crooked smile. Then she sobered and said, "We need supplies."
********
The vampire who held her released his hands and took step back, shoving her into the arms of a now irate vampire. He grasped her at the biceps. Apparently, the connection between worked both ways. She smiled vaguely at her small victory.
"It seems we are about to have company," the vampire told his minion. Then his voice turned cold. "Prepare."
The blonde left the room in a rush, eager to be away.
"Although I was hoping for a longer and more intimate union between us, it appears your rash decision has forced me to take action. This Damon of yours won't last long against my children. And now, you will know the true meaning of fear."
Bonnie's eyes widened but she couldn't prepare for anything as he darted for her throat. She felt the sharp sting of teeth. The more she fought, the worse the pain became. She could feel his fingernails tearing through her skin. She pushed with her arms against his chest, but his hands clenched and she felt her own bones snap.
She cried out in pain, but could only release a garbled moan. His arms move to grasp her around the head and lower back. She could feel his nails rip through the thin cotton of her shirt and dig into her flesh. In all this time, he still hadn't released hold of her neck. A thin trickle of something wet flowed down from her mouth.
Her peripheral vision was now lost in blackness. A black cloud enveloped the rest of the light and she became lost in the sensation of her own death.