The Sect

This fic used to be under the name Ririka despite being co-written, well we finally got round to creating a join account and therefore it will now be updated only through this one, so don't flame us from the other account asking why we haven't updated, if so they will just be ignore and the people redirected to this one. We apologise if it is an inconvenience but hope that the fic will be worth it!! Anyway, please enjoy!!!

Insane Not Crazy

"I think this is your stop kiddo." The solicitous bus drivers voice filtered to her through the thick musted air of the old country bus.The flame haired girl nodded her thanks and stepped from the bus onto the trash littered platform.

She noticed vaguely the worn out benches lining the crumbling plaster walls and heard the racked coughing of nearby bums sleeping rough.Great places of the world, she mused to herself bitterly.Lifting her overstuffed backpack onto her shoulders she manoevered herself past the odd bystander and fled into the scented air of encroaching dusk.

Taking in the sights of Florence she pondered on whether Damon was doing the same.Nah, five hundred years of admiring the sights would probably make them somewhat regular, and so uninteresting.Not that she thought Damon was the kind for admiring the sights, well not unless they involved some supermodel blonde, brunette super skinny anoerexic.Why are you even thinking about him anyway, hello McCullough don't you remember how he kissed you, tried to tap your veins and then attempted to seduce your best friend.Not exactly a 'nice guy'.

Yeah but if he was 'nice' he wouldn't be nearly so attractive to you as he is now.Bonnie slapped a fustrated hand to her forehead.He is not attractive to me.She told herself, taking the next right into the marketsquare.

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!Is too!

"NOT!"She shouted, firmly, glancing around at the few people staring at her, she hurried off.OK, really have to stop talking to myself, or people will start calling me crazy.Again.She sighed, shaking her head.Just because she'd been sectioned a couple of times because her psychic powers had gone haywire when they were developing didn't mean she was crazy.

Insane - maybe, but definately not crazy!

She stopped searching for the closest hotel, she had no money but a little psychic intervention could cure the problem of payment.I mean it's not like these Italian businessmen are going to go broke, just because I don't pay doesn't mean everbody else won't.Bonnie sighed, weird how she had been doing that a lot lately.The a flicker of a shadow to her right made her turn swiftly to scan the immediate area.No.It couldn't be!Without even realising it she broke into a full out sprint weaving throught the cobbled back streets recklessly. ~*~

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