*Thanks to Crashnburn, Lotrangelle and Ali for commenting on the story and
making me feel elated! I love reviews! They truly make my day. My
inspiration muse has somewhat left my brain for other projects, so I
apologize ahead if the story takes a turn for the worse. If it sucks too
badly, I'll change it.*
Chapter XII
Mina burst into their apartment and started to search through the cupboards. Jolan followed more slowly and sat down on the couch.
Perhaps sensing the need for a pause Mina approached Jolan cautiously. "We will find her, but we need to hurry."
Jolan's eyes stared straight ahead and whispered, "Not alive."
"You don't know that," Mina's voice turned cold.
For the first time in their friendship, Jolan snapped. "I have been able to feel Bonnie in mind but not presence since she arrived in this damn state a few years ago. That same pull allowed us to find her but I can't feel anything from her! After that call for Damon, her presence slowly faded and then disappeared. So don't tell me what I know."
Mina took a step forward. "It has taken our entire lives to feel comfortable with our gifts. My life was a complete mess until I moved here. My parents didn't even notice I'd left. Once we formed this trio, life had new meaning. I'll be fucking damned to see it end this way!"
"I never said I was giving up. I'm just saying she is dead," Jolan said, her calm slowly returning.
Mina closed her eyes. "Will the tracking spell still work?"
A feral smile grew across Jolan's face. Her pale skin glowed with her growing anger and magic. "With Bonnie's hair, skin and blood, we will seek revenge for the death of our sister witch."
********
The vampires waited next to the car for the two girls to finish the spell. Alaric remained inside, head leaning against to cool side window. Giovanna could sense the slow emergence of guilt starting to eat at his soul.
Damon was beginning to get edgy. She was unfamiliar with this side of him.
When she had first met him in the seventeenth century, it had been quite an experience. He'd watched her from the shadows with those damned black eyes and lured her away from her father's side and gifted her with this life. An immortal life away from court intrigue and had promised her eternal devotion. Liar, she thought to herself and smiled. Oh, at first she had raged and hated him. Calling him every curse that had ever entered her thoughts, in whatever language came to mind. And how he had laughed at her.
She had deluded herself to believe he had turned her for more than simple pleasure. There had been no friendship or loyalty basis between them. It had been for pure entertainment, something to do to pass the time.
As the years went by, Giovanna finally started to understand her sire. His true loyalty was to himself and what he called family. In 1876, when she had been attacked by a rogue group of vampire hunters, he had saved her life. She had forgiven him and accepted her place in his family; one he had created of his own choosing. Being his first child, she had been immediately placed second to none in his eyes. She now proudly looked at him as a father and brother.
Even if he granted her debt fulfilled, she would remain a loyal servant to the horde. As would anyone here, they simply would never admit it.
Searle wrapped his thin arms around her body and she leant into him, needing to feel comfort. He kissed the back of her neck and burrowed in his teeth. She relaxed into his mind, giving him the gift of her own thoughts.
*I agree with your unease towards Damon. His patience for these human games is growing thin and he will tap into that fun-filled arrogant anger.*
He retracted his teeth from her throat when a surge of power rocked their senses. A minute later, Jolan and Mina emerged from the apartment complex. The brown haired witch rippled with untamed magic. She approached the group and looked over each and every one of them. Finally, her eyes rested on Damon.
"To the east lies her body, as well as those who torment her soul."
Jolan pulled open the passenger door and sat down. Mina stumbled around the car and slammed the driver's side door.
The vampire's shifted and moved to follow the squealing sound of tires..
*Good hunting.* Jolan called out to the group.
********
In the darkness, a light slowly glimmered and took shape.
Bonnie blinked at the brightness and felt a presence she thought forever lost. "Brent?"
The form nodded his head, but didn't speak. He beckoned for her to follow.
Chapter XII
Mina burst into their apartment and started to search through the cupboards. Jolan followed more slowly and sat down on the couch.
Perhaps sensing the need for a pause Mina approached Jolan cautiously. "We will find her, but we need to hurry."
Jolan's eyes stared straight ahead and whispered, "Not alive."
"You don't know that," Mina's voice turned cold.
For the first time in their friendship, Jolan snapped. "I have been able to feel Bonnie in mind but not presence since she arrived in this damn state a few years ago. That same pull allowed us to find her but I can't feel anything from her! After that call for Damon, her presence slowly faded and then disappeared. So don't tell me what I know."
Mina took a step forward. "It has taken our entire lives to feel comfortable with our gifts. My life was a complete mess until I moved here. My parents didn't even notice I'd left. Once we formed this trio, life had new meaning. I'll be fucking damned to see it end this way!"
"I never said I was giving up. I'm just saying she is dead," Jolan said, her calm slowly returning.
Mina closed her eyes. "Will the tracking spell still work?"
A feral smile grew across Jolan's face. Her pale skin glowed with her growing anger and magic. "With Bonnie's hair, skin and blood, we will seek revenge for the death of our sister witch."
********
The vampires waited next to the car for the two girls to finish the spell. Alaric remained inside, head leaning against to cool side window. Giovanna could sense the slow emergence of guilt starting to eat at his soul.
Damon was beginning to get edgy. She was unfamiliar with this side of him.
When she had first met him in the seventeenth century, it had been quite an experience. He'd watched her from the shadows with those damned black eyes and lured her away from her father's side and gifted her with this life. An immortal life away from court intrigue and had promised her eternal devotion. Liar, she thought to herself and smiled. Oh, at first she had raged and hated him. Calling him every curse that had ever entered her thoughts, in whatever language came to mind. And how he had laughed at her.
She had deluded herself to believe he had turned her for more than simple pleasure. There had been no friendship or loyalty basis between them. It had been for pure entertainment, something to do to pass the time.
As the years went by, Giovanna finally started to understand her sire. His true loyalty was to himself and what he called family. In 1876, when she had been attacked by a rogue group of vampire hunters, he had saved her life. She had forgiven him and accepted her place in his family; one he had created of his own choosing. Being his first child, she had been immediately placed second to none in his eyes. She now proudly looked at him as a father and brother.
Even if he granted her debt fulfilled, she would remain a loyal servant to the horde. As would anyone here, they simply would never admit it.
Searle wrapped his thin arms around her body and she leant into him, needing to feel comfort. He kissed the back of her neck and burrowed in his teeth. She relaxed into his mind, giving him the gift of her own thoughts.
*I agree with your unease towards Damon. His patience for these human games is growing thin and he will tap into that fun-filled arrogant anger.*
He retracted his teeth from her throat when a surge of power rocked their senses. A minute later, Jolan and Mina emerged from the apartment complex. The brown haired witch rippled with untamed magic. She approached the group and looked over each and every one of them. Finally, her eyes rested on Damon.
"To the east lies her body, as well as those who torment her soul."
Jolan pulled open the passenger door and sat down. Mina stumbled around the car and slammed the driver's side door.
The vampire's shifted and moved to follow the squealing sound of tires..
*Good hunting.* Jolan called out to the group.
********
In the darkness, a light slowly glimmered and took shape.
Bonnie blinked at the brightness and felt a presence she thought forever lost. "Brent?"
The form nodded his head, but didn't speak. He beckoned for her to follow.