Title: Inner Turmoil Part 8/?
Author: Lady Grimms
Email: ladygrimms@hotmail.com
Chapter Eight:
Poppy sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "You always were the stubborn one."
Bonnie smirked. "Well, I am a full McCullough."
Poppy braced her hands on her lips and cocked her head to the side "Was that a jab at my bloodline?"
"I would never do something like that." Bonnie batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Shall we get home? Your mom is going to be furious," Phil reminded her.
"I suppose. Plus, Ashley is in town," Bonnie said brightly.
"Serious?" Poppy's shoulders slumped. "I miss her."
James wrapped an arm around Poppy and squeezed gently. "We'll escort you two to your car."
Bonnie walked silently behind the three people who had tried to save her life and failed. She stared at James' arm around Poppy's waist longingly, wishing that someone would care for her that intently. A soulmate. Her grandmother had once explained their purpose, the meaning behind finding someone who was your exact match.
Most people settled in life, never taking the time to search the ends of the earth to find someone who truly suited them. Were soulmates really destined to meet or was it simply dumb luck?
Stefan and Elena? Definitely soulmates. How else could they have been able to be together despite death? Meredith and Alaric? Maybe.
Bonnie smiled self-mockingly. And what of Bonnie and Damon? How did one know if another person was a soul mate? Her grandmother had explained a sense of knowing, seeing inside the other person's mind. Bonnie had glimpsed Damon's mind from afar, that one night in the clearing. The longing, anger and confusion he had felt when staring at the couple on the ground. What that simply her powers or something else?
She would sure as hell never ask him. He'd probably stare at her like she'd grown another head. Or laugh himself silly. This was Damon. A man who had seen the world, been partners with most likely the most beautiful women in the universe. What could Bonnie offer him? Not much. Depression. Loneliness. Fear of the unknown. A wicked sense of humour and a desire to have fun. Someone who would always be loyal and true.
She had never found anyone worth her time, and neither had he. Was it worth the risk to have her heart exposed then ripped apart if he rejected her?
Then again, she had offered him something that no one else had. Pure friendship. Was that enough or the beginning of something else?
There might be hope for her yet, she thought mockingly.
She stepped out into the cool night air, and inhaled sharply. Premonition asserted itself a second too late as someone grabbed her by the arm and pressed something sharp against her throat.
There were three cars parked in the school lot. And one looked surprisingly like Tyler Smallwood's convertible. But it wasn't Tyler who held her, for Tyler was lounging on his auto, looking like he had just won the lottery.
Bonnie heard James mutter something low. It sounded a lot like low class mutt.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Tyler said softly. "It seems to me like we just found ourselves some daybreakers."
The man holding Bonnie snickered softly. Four other men circled James and Poppy, effectively subduing them without much of a struggle. They were obviously powerful and moved like vampires. The one holding Bonnie felt like something more. It felt dark and menacing. It frightened her in a way she couldn't explain. He was a vampire and terribly old.
"Something wrong McCullough?" Tyler asked.
"Tyler, what the hell are you doing?" she hissed.
"Leave it alone, Bonnie. This doesn't concern you," James said. He then turned to address the other men. "Leave the humans alone. They have nothing to do with this."
"Too late for that, daybreaker." Tyler took a step away from the car. "You should have stayed in Los Vegas where it was safe. Luckily for us, I've been a part of the night world for a few years now. And nicely informed circle midnight of the strange goings on in this community."
Poppy called out. "Bonnie and Phil are witches. They have a right to know about us. Why are you doing this? We have done nothing wrong."
"We've received orders to destroy anything and anyone who supports that crap about unity."
*Let go of me you creep,* Poppy shouted with mind and voice at the mind holding her. He stumbled but another struck her in the back of the head, knocking her to the ground.
James snarled, teeth bared. He grabbed the man holding him, flipped him onto his back, and snapped his neck. A crossbow appeared out of Tyler's jacket and before Bonnie could warm him, the trigger was hit and a bolt struck James in the shoulder.
Phil cried out but there was nothing he could do. He was only human and was useless.
Bonnie watched the scene with growing horror. It grew even larger when the men turned their full attention on her and smiled. It was at that moment that she realized that they wanted her.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
The man holding her said softly, "Tyler has informed us of the extent of your gift. Premonition. We have uses for you. Time to take a ride, witch."
He started to shove her towards the car when a voice echoed through the wind, cold and arrogant. "Let her go."
Damon stepped out from the shadows, menace roiling off him in waves.
"Jesus," James whispered, eyes wide and fixed on the vampire. He seemed terribly afraid, as did everyone else.
What was going on? Bonnie wondered.
For a moment, Bonnie felt the hand on her arm tremble before she felt the knife prick into her skin. Either sweat or blood trickled down her neck. Bonnie wasn't sure which.
"Back off," the man snarled.
A small whimper escaped Bonnie's lips.
Damon's eyes went impossibly darker, and the man holding her froze. He shook his head twice, released her and stared at the knife in his hands.
Damon smiled at the same moment the man shoved the knife into his own chest.
The rest was almost too fast for her to see. Tyler raised the crossbow to aim at Damon but he was too slow, the bolt missed the vampire and Tyler found himself flying head first into his own windshield. The other vampires rushed Damon in a wave but he killed each one efficiently, and effectively. None of them were any match for him.
Bonnie dropped to her knees, eyes wide. She couldn't feel the gravel dig into her knees, or make a coherent thought.
Damon casually walked up to her and crouched down.
She couldn't sense anything from him. It was like he had built a wall to block her senses.
She stared up into his unreadable night dark eyes for a moment before passing out cold.
TBC
Chapter Eight:
Poppy sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "You always were the stubborn one."
Bonnie smirked. "Well, I am a full McCullough."
Poppy braced her hands on her lips and cocked her head to the side "Was that a jab at my bloodline?"
"I would never do something like that." Bonnie batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Shall we get home? Your mom is going to be furious," Phil reminded her.
"I suppose. Plus, Ashley is in town," Bonnie said brightly.
"Serious?" Poppy's shoulders slumped. "I miss her."
James wrapped an arm around Poppy and squeezed gently. "We'll escort you two to your car."
Bonnie walked silently behind the three people who had tried to save her life and failed. She stared at James' arm around Poppy's waist longingly, wishing that someone would care for her that intently. A soulmate. Her grandmother had once explained their purpose, the meaning behind finding someone who was your exact match.
Most people settled in life, never taking the time to search the ends of the earth to find someone who truly suited them. Were soulmates really destined to meet or was it simply dumb luck?
Stefan and Elena? Definitely soulmates. How else could they have been able to be together despite death? Meredith and Alaric? Maybe.
Bonnie smiled self-mockingly. And what of Bonnie and Damon? How did one know if another person was a soul mate? Her grandmother had explained a sense of knowing, seeing inside the other person's mind. Bonnie had glimpsed Damon's mind from afar, that one night in the clearing. The longing, anger and confusion he had felt when staring at the couple on the ground. What that simply her powers or something else?
She would sure as hell never ask him. He'd probably stare at her like she'd grown another head. Or laugh himself silly. This was Damon. A man who had seen the world, been partners with most likely the most beautiful women in the universe. What could Bonnie offer him? Not much. Depression. Loneliness. Fear of the unknown. A wicked sense of humour and a desire to have fun. Someone who would always be loyal and true.
She had never found anyone worth her time, and neither had he. Was it worth the risk to have her heart exposed then ripped apart if he rejected her?
Then again, she had offered him something that no one else had. Pure friendship. Was that enough or the beginning of something else?
There might be hope for her yet, she thought mockingly.
She stepped out into the cool night air, and inhaled sharply. Premonition asserted itself a second too late as someone grabbed her by the arm and pressed something sharp against her throat.
There were three cars parked in the school lot. And one looked surprisingly like Tyler Smallwood's convertible. But it wasn't Tyler who held her, for Tyler was lounging on his auto, looking like he had just won the lottery.
Bonnie heard James mutter something low. It sounded a lot like low class mutt.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Tyler said softly. "It seems to me like we just found ourselves some daybreakers."
The man holding Bonnie snickered softly. Four other men circled James and Poppy, effectively subduing them without much of a struggle. They were obviously powerful and moved like vampires. The one holding Bonnie felt like something more. It felt dark and menacing. It frightened her in a way she couldn't explain. He was a vampire and terribly old.
"Something wrong McCullough?" Tyler asked.
"Tyler, what the hell are you doing?" she hissed.
"Leave it alone, Bonnie. This doesn't concern you," James said. He then turned to address the other men. "Leave the humans alone. They have nothing to do with this."
"Too late for that, daybreaker." Tyler took a step away from the car. "You should have stayed in Los Vegas where it was safe. Luckily for us, I've been a part of the night world for a few years now. And nicely informed circle midnight of the strange goings on in this community."
Poppy called out. "Bonnie and Phil are witches. They have a right to know about us. Why are you doing this? We have done nothing wrong."
"We've received orders to destroy anything and anyone who supports that crap about unity."
*Let go of me you creep,* Poppy shouted with mind and voice at the mind holding her. He stumbled but another struck her in the back of the head, knocking her to the ground.
James snarled, teeth bared. He grabbed the man holding him, flipped him onto his back, and snapped his neck. A crossbow appeared out of Tyler's jacket and before Bonnie could warm him, the trigger was hit and a bolt struck James in the shoulder.
Phil cried out but there was nothing he could do. He was only human and was useless.
Bonnie watched the scene with growing horror. It grew even larger when the men turned their full attention on her and smiled. It was at that moment that she realized that they wanted her.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
The man holding her said softly, "Tyler has informed us of the extent of your gift. Premonition. We have uses for you. Time to take a ride, witch."
He started to shove her towards the car when a voice echoed through the wind, cold and arrogant. "Let her go."
Damon stepped out from the shadows, menace roiling off him in waves.
"Jesus," James whispered, eyes wide and fixed on the vampire. He seemed terribly afraid, as did everyone else.
What was going on? Bonnie wondered.
For a moment, Bonnie felt the hand on her arm tremble before she felt the knife prick into her skin. Either sweat or blood trickled down her neck. Bonnie wasn't sure which.
"Back off," the man snarled.
A small whimper escaped Bonnie's lips.
Damon's eyes went impossibly darker, and the man holding her froze. He shook his head twice, released her and stared at the knife in his hands.
Damon smiled at the same moment the man shoved the knife into his own chest.
The rest was almost too fast for her to see. Tyler raised the crossbow to aim at Damon but he was too slow, the bolt missed the vampire and Tyler found himself flying head first into his own windshield. The other vampires rushed Damon in a wave but he killed each one efficiently, and effectively. None of them were any match for him.
Bonnie dropped to her knees, eyes wide. She couldn't feel the gravel dig into her knees, or make a coherent thought.
Damon casually walked up to her and crouched down.
She couldn't sense anything from him. It was like he had built a wall to block her senses.
She stared up into his unreadable night dark eyes for a moment before passing out cold.
TBC