Safe, dreamless sleep
Bonnie sunk down on to the elegant four poster bed, exhaling deeply.Trying to wipe the memories and pain from her mind.The glint of steel...screaming...rivers of blood.She shuddered.No!Stop it!Let the ice have it!
She made herself stand and examine her surroundings.Terricotta drapes and pillows sequined with pale cream patterns and sheets.A large similar styled rug covered the area at the foot of the bed, there were a number of picasso like paintings hanging from the walls.Bonnie checked the closet, it was filled with a few articles of female clothing.Some revealing low cut dresses, the rest were bikinis.She barked out derisive laughter.Damons gone boyscout!"Always be prepared!"She mimicked in her best leader scout voice, giving a hearty salute.
Then she noticed the door to the ensuite bathroom was ajar and rushed toward it.Cream and green marble counters.A huge jacuzi tub and a glass door shower.How long had it been since she'd been able to soak in a bathtub.A simple pleasure, one she'd missed.Without further thought she turned on the taps and poured in some wonderfull smelling bubble bath, she threw of her clothes turned off the water and sank into the tub.
Bliss.Or as close to it as she would ever get.The water nursed her exhausted body while the soothng scent of lavender and jasmine pacified her frayed mind.Bonnie fell into a drowzy half sleep, years of meditation to control her powers had made sleeping childs play.
But after her parents, and the attack on Elena and Stefan ,sleep was always just beyond her reach, and even when she managed to allow the darkness to swallow her the Nightmares were constantly there to wake her up screaming.Could Damon help her?She prayed he could, she was so tired of running.Get real, he doesn't care about anything or anybody.He would probably laugh at her stupidity and the absurdity of her circumstances.Bonnie blinked furiously, forcing back the tears that threatend to consume her.You break now!And there's no coming back!You don't surrender McCullough.You stronger than that!
She chose one of the shapoos from the rack suspended on the wall beside and soaped her hair before drying off and changing.She had only packed a few clothes when she'd fled from Elena and Stefans townhouse in New York.The white sweatpants and vest were two of the only articles that were still clean.
Bonnie was stuffing her dirty clothes back into her pack and thinking about how to decieve Damon into dropping her off at the bus station without him actually figuring out she was broke and so couldn't get a bus, when there was a knock at her door.She jumped in fear and reflexivley gathered her power around her.There was another more insistent knock."Excuse me Ms."The timid voice began from the other side of the door."Signor Salvatore told me to bring you supper."
Bonnie wanted to slap herself, it wasn't like the members of The Sect would knock on the door, no. Breaking them down was more their style.She allowed some of the tension to drain from her shoulders and opened the pine door to see a slight petite woman on the other side.She was wearing a standard black and white maid uniform and carrying a tray of..."Hot steaming Lasagne!"Her voice came out full of ardent craving.The woman smiled, handing her the tray and closing the door behind her as Bonnie crawled onto the bed and ate in fevered ecstasy.Sustantial food had been another rare luxury since her get away.Short cold unsatisfying snacks had been sustaining her for three weeks now and so she savoured every bite of the warm delicious Italian delicacy.
The plate clean, Bonnie drank the ice cold pepsi."He may be an ice cold reptilian bastard at times, but I have to thank him for this at least."She told herself, leaving the tray on the dresser and crawling into the nice clean welcoming sheets.She fell into a fitful sleep, one she hadn't been able to attain in so very long.A safe, dreamless sleep.
Bonnie sunk down on to the elegant four poster bed, exhaling deeply.Trying to wipe the memories and pain from her mind.The glint of steel...screaming...rivers of blood.She shuddered.No!Stop it!Let the ice have it!
She made herself stand and examine her surroundings.Terricotta drapes and pillows sequined with pale cream patterns and sheets.A large similar styled rug covered the area at the foot of the bed, there were a number of picasso like paintings hanging from the walls.Bonnie checked the closet, it was filled with a few articles of female clothing.Some revealing low cut dresses, the rest were bikinis.She barked out derisive laughter.Damons gone boyscout!"Always be prepared!"She mimicked in her best leader scout voice, giving a hearty salute.
Then she noticed the door to the ensuite bathroom was ajar and rushed toward it.Cream and green marble counters.A huge jacuzi tub and a glass door shower.How long had it been since she'd been able to soak in a bathtub.A simple pleasure, one she'd missed.Without further thought she turned on the taps and poured in some wonderfull smelling bubble bath, she threw of her clothes turned off the water and sank into the tub.
Bliss.Or as close to it as she would ever get.The water nursed her exhausted body while the soothng scent of lavender and jasmine pacified her frayed mind.Bonnie fell into a drowzy half sleep, years of meditation to control her powers had made sleeping childs play.
But after her parents, and the attack on Elena and Stefan ,sleep was always just beyond her reach, and even when she managed to allow the darkness to swallow her the Nightmares were constantly there to wake her up screaming.Could Damon help her?She prayed he could, she was so tired of running.Get real, he doesn't care about anything or anybody.He would probably laugh at her stupidity and the absurdity of her circumstances.Bonnie blinked furiously, forcing back the tears that threatend to consume her.You break now!And there's no coming back!You don't surrender McCullough.You stronger than that!
She chose one of the shapoos from the rack suspended on the wall beside and soaped her hair before drying off and changing.She had only packed a few clothes when she'd fled from Elena and Stefans townhouse in New York.The white sweatpants and vest were two of the only articles that were still clean.
Bonnie was stuffing her dirty clothes back into her pack and thinking about how to decieve Damon into dropping her off at the bus station without him actually figuring out she was broke and so couldn't get a bus, when there was a knock at her door.She jumped in fear and reflexivley gathered her power around her.There was another more insistent knock."Excuse me Ms."The timid voice began from the other side of the door."Signor Salvatore told me to bring you supper."
Bonnie wanted to slap herself, it wasn't like the members of The Sect would knock on the door, no. Breaking them down was more their style.She allowed some of the tension to drain from her shoulders and opened the pine door to see a slight petite woman on the other side.She was wearing a standard black and white maid uniform and carrying a tray of..."Hot steaming Lasagne!"Her voice came out full of ardent craving.The woman smiled, handing her the tray and closing the door behind her as Bonnie crawled onto the bed and ate in fevered ecstasy.Sustantial food had been another rare luxury since her get away.Short cold unsatisfying snacks had been sustaining her for three weeks now and so she savoured every bite of the warm delicious Italian delicacy.
The plate clean, Bonnie drank the ice cold pepsi."He may be an ice cold reptilian bastard at times, but I have to thank him for this at least."She told herself, leaving the tray on the dresser and crawling into the nice clean welcoming sheets.She fell into a fitful sleep, one she hadn't been able to attain in so very long.A safe, dreamless sleep.
