Part 4
Stefan woke suddenly, a cold sweat breaking out over his forehead from the unexpected nightmare. He was panting hard as well. He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken with such a panicked fear.
He lay still for several minutes, trying to calm himself down. Beside him, Elena slept peacefully, her eyes fluttering as she dreamed, her expression soft, her lips almost smiling. He tried to take comfort in the sight of her, the nearness of her presence, but for the first time ever, it didn't work.
What had he been dreaming about that had shaken him up so much? A girl, like Elena but not quite. Not Katherine, either. Since Elena had returned he had never thought of Katherine or Klaus again. He had no need to. He had the one thing he had wanted more than anything and was not about to let her go.
So who had...Oh. If he were his brother, he would have probably thought of something extremely profane to describe what he had just felt when he remembered. But he wasn't his brother, and he wasn't going to think it.
Allegra.
Allegra had been a girl he'd had a fling with several hundred years ago in a desperate attempt to try to move on after Katherine. She looked very similar. Exceptionally pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes. And she had been a vampire. It was that fact that had drawn him to her. She had seemed almost as withdrawn as he had when they had first met. She had been newly made and didn't really know what she was doing. He had thought that they could help each other.
Only then Allegra had learned to kill, and started turning...evil. More Damon's taste than his. He had wondered briefly if it was Damon who had made her, but didn't dare ask. He never knew who made her. He had broken off the affair. Only Allegra hadn't taken it too well. He had left before she could talk him into coming back to her, living her way.
He hadn't thought of her in years. So why was he dreaming of her. Dreaming of her...and death. She was hunting him. Killing anything that got in her way, there was nothing that could stop her from getting to him, and she had...
Well, before she could kill him he had woken up.
The dream had had an uncanny sense of reality Stefan hadn't liked at all. If he hadn't woken when he had, would he...He couldn't finish the thought. He could ask Bonnie, he supposed, she might be able to interpret it a little better than him. The dream was an omen, that much he was sure of, and not a good one.
He lay awake and restless the rest of the night.
* * *
Bonnie was dreaming. The city around her was ruined and deserted. She had to be dreaming. She had never been to a place like this before. A cold wind was blowing her red curls all over the place. Which was odd, because the sky was several shades of dark blue, full of the brightest stars she had never seen.
She felt extremely small and alone...and scared. What was she doing here? "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone there?" She was almost afraid of the answer. Nervously, she started forward, not really sure which way to go.
There was an apartment building up ahead that looked run-down, but was still standing. She thought she could see a flicker of red light. Fire? She could smell a sour stench in the air. Whatever fire there had been, it smelled like it had just gone out.
She cautiously made her way to the building.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
It was her words, but not her voice. Bonnie's head snapped around as she tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. This was just getting too weird for her. ~I want to wake up now~ she thought pathetically.
"I'm here! Over here!" she called out. The other voice sounded familiar. A figure was coming out of the apartment building. Small and blonde, pale skin, torn clothing, covered in blood. Bonnie stared for a few minutes as the girl came towards her. "*Elena*?" she whispered in disbelief.
"Help me!" Elena stumbled forward - oh. Wait. Not Elena. It was that other girl she'd seen in the library by Elena's diary the other day.
"Stop right there! I'm not done with you yet!" another voice, very similar, was shouting, sounding like an irritated child. A third girl came running down the steps. Again she was small and blonde, and looked like Elena. Only she had pointed canines, and was brandishing a large silver knife.
The injured girl ducked behind Bonnie for cover. Bonnie moved backwards away from the vampire with the knife. She had an aura of danger and menace about her, and from the look in her moonstone coloured eyes, a sanity chip was missing as well.
She wasn't quite Katherine either...and she was getting closer. "Now what?" the girl behind her was whispering. Bonnie could almost feel her shaking.
"We run," Bonnie said, grabbing the girl's hand and starting to pull her away.
"Oh no you don't." The crazy vampire with the knife was standing in front of her, the knife raised high above her head. Bonnie opened her mouth - and woke up.
She shook her head in confusion, realising she was sweating. Two girls, both looking very similar to Elena and Katherine...no doubt Stefan and/or Damon were involved somehow. ~What *is* it with those two and blondes with blue eyes?~ she thought with disgust. Whatever. She sighed, reaching for the phone and dialling Elena's number in Florence.
"We have a situation down here," she said.
* * *
Stefan woke suddenly, a cold sweat breaking out over his forehead from the unexpected nightmare. He was panting hard as well. He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken with such a panicked fear.
He lay still for several minutes, trying to calm himself down. Beside him, Elena slept peacefully, her eyes fluttering as she dreamed, her expression soft, her lips almost smiling. He tried to take comfort in the sight of her, the nearness of her presence, but for the first time ever, it didn't work.
What had he been dreaming about that had shaken him up so much? A girl, like Elena but not quite. Not Katherine, either. Since Elena had returned he had never thought of Katherine or Klaus again. He had no need to. He had the one thing he had wanted more than anything and was not about to let her go.
So who had...Oh. If he were his brother, he would have probably thought of something extremely profane to describe what he had just felt when he remembered. But he wasn't his brother, and he wasn't going to think it.
Allegra.
Allegra had been a girl he'd had a fling with several hundred years ago in a desperate attempt to try to move on after Katherine. She looked very similar. Exceptionally pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes. And she had been a vampire. It was that fact that had drawn him to her. She had seemed almost as withdrawn as he had when they had first met. She had been newly made and didn't really know what she was doing. He had thought that they could help each other.
Only then Allegra had learned to kill, and started turning...evil. More Damon's taste than his. He had wondered briefly if it was Damon who had made her, but didn't dare ask. He never knew who made her. He had broken off the affair. Only Allegra hadn't taken it too well. He had left before she could talk him into coming back to her, living her way.
He hadn't thought of her in years. So why was he dreaming of her. Dreaming of her...and death. She was hunting him. Killing anything that got in her way, there was nothing that could stop her from getting to him, and she had...
Well, before she could kill him he had woken up.
The dream had had an uncanny sense of reality Stefan hadn't liked at all. If he hadn't woken when he had, would he...He couldn't finish the thought. He could ask Bonnie, he supposed, she might be able to interpret it a little better than him. The dream was an omen, that much he was sure of, and not a good one.
He lay awake and restless the rest of the night.
* * *
Bonnie was dreaming. The city around her was ruined and deserted. She had to be dreaming. She had never been to a place like this before. A cold wind was blowing her red curls all over the place. Which was odd, because the sky was several shades of dark blue, full of the brightest stars she had never seen.
She felt extremely small and alone...and scared. What was she doing here? "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone there?" She was almost afraid of the answer. Nervously, she started forward, not really sure which way to go.
There was an apartment building up ahead that looked run-down, but was still standing. She thought she could see a flicker of red light. Fire? She could smell a sour stench in the air. Whatever fire there had been, it smelled like it had just gone out.
She cautiously made her way to the building.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
It was her words, but not her voice. Bonnie's head snapped around as she tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. This was just getting too weird for her. ~I want to wake up now~ she thought pathetically.
"I'm here! Over here!" she called out. The other voice sounded familiar. A figure was coming out of the apartment building. Small and blonde, pale skin, torn clothing, covered in blood. Bonnie stared for a few minutes as the girl came towards her. "*Elena*?" she whispered in disbelief.
"Help me!" Elena stumbled forward - oh. Wait. Not Elena. It was that other girl she'd seen in the library by Elena's diary the other day.
"Stop right there! I'm not done with you yet!" another voice, very similar, was shouting, sounding like an irritated child. A third girl came running down the steps. Again she was small and blonde, and looked like Elena. Only she had pointed canines, and was brandishing a large silver knife.
The injured girl ducked behind Bonnie for cover. Bonnie moved backwards away from the vampire with the knife. She had an aura of danger and menace about her, and from the look in her moonstone coloured eyes, a sanity chip was missing as well.
She wasn't quite Katherine either...and she was getting closer. "Now what?" the girl behind her was whispering. Bonnie could almost feel her shaking.
"We run," Bonnie said, grabbing the girl's hand and starting to pull her away.
"Oh no you don't." The crazy vampire with the knife was standing in front of her, the knife raised high above her head. Bonnie opened her mouth - and woke up.
She shook her head in confusion, realising she was sweating. Two girls, both looking very similar to Elena and Katherine...no doubt Stefan and/or Damon were involved somehow. ~What *is* it with those two and blondes with blue eyes?~ she thought with disgust. Whatever. She sighed, reaching for the phone and dialling Elena's number in Florence.
"We have a situation down here," she said.
* * *