Part 7
She was restless and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. Not even the gorgeous guy on top of her. Bonnie sighed with irritation and pushed him away. "Sorry, Jeff, but I'm just not in the mood."
"You were in the mood fifteen minutes ago," Jeff protested, trying to pull her back to him.
Bonnie smiled, but shoved him off her, reaching for the light switch above the headboard of the bed.
"I should have known not to marry a witch," Jeff grumbled, reaching for the TV remote on his bedside table.
"*Droo*-id," Bonnie corrected, putting on a lacy black robe she'd left on the floor.
"Whatever."
Bonnie stared at him open mouthed for a second, before shaking her head. "And I should never have married a werewolf!" she retorted back at him.
Jeff muttered something rude. Bonnie stalked out the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, stomping loudly down the stairs. During her college years she had found a group of practicing druids who had helped her develop and control her psychic power. She'd soon learned psychics weren't the only people the coven helped - werewolves as well apparently. And not all of them were evil and mean like Tyler Smallwood. She had met Jeff there and now been married to him for ten years.
Her sixth sense had been bugging the hell out of her lately. She couldn't figure out why. As a journalist for the New York Times her job could get extremely stressful sometimes, but she knew that wasn't it.
So what the hell was it? Checking her watch she wondered if it was too late to call Meredith. Here in New York it was ten thirty in the evening. Meredith lived in England at the moment doing some sort of work for Oxford University where she worked in the science department, something to do with bio chemistry and/or genetics, Bonnie couldn't really remember. She found it hard to listen when Meredith talked about her job, science in any form just wasn't her thing.
Elena and Stefan had gone off to Europe after that night in the clearing. Since Elena was supposed to be dead and buried she couldn't exactly stay in Fell's Church. She didn't know where they were now, Elena had barely phoned in the last two or three years.
Caroline was a fashion designer and living in Milan with her own clothes company. She had no idea where Matt was. If anything, he'd done everything he could to avoid the old high school gang.
She settled for calling Meredith.
"What is it, Bonnie?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Who else would call me at three in the morning?"
"Something's wrong."
"I need a little more to go on."
Bonnie didn't know how to explain. Long ago she had learned to trust her instincts, and if she thought something was wrong, it usually was. And it was usually something supernatural - or why else would she have picked up on it?
"Bonnie?" Meredith's tone held a hint of annoyance.
"Still here, sorry," Bonnie said quickly. "My sixth sense is acting up."
"You did marry a werewolf, could that have something to do with it?"
Meredith had never taken to Jeff. She was, of course, nothing but polite to him, but Bonnie knew her well enough to see how much she disapproved. "Not, it's *nothing* to do with Jeff," she said heatedly. "It's something in Fell's Church." She had no idea where that last part had come from, it just made sense to her.
"Fell's Church has been clear of supernatural activity for the last fifteen years," Meredith said.
"I know, but Margaret is still there."
There was an uncomfortable silence. As she had grown up Bonnie used to visit Margaret all the time. Margaret had loved to hear her stories of what Bonnie, Elena and Meredith had gotten up to during their school years. Though recently, Margaret just was not interested in hearing anything about Elena anymore.
"What's Damon been up to?" Meredith asked doubtfully.
Bonnie's eyes widened. Damon had never managed to get anywhere with Elena, but now Margaret had grown up and was the exact image of the sister who had been unattainable, and the same age Elena had been when Damon had fallen for her.
"You don't think - "
"I wouldn't put it past him," Meredith cut in dryly. "You're closer to home than anyone."
"I'll get there as soon as I can. I'll fill you in when I can. 'Bye."
"'Bye." Meredith hung up.
Bonnie stared at the phone in her hand. ~What are you up to, Damon?~ she thought.
* * *
She was restless and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. Not even the gorgeous guy on top of her. Bonnie sighed with irritation and pushed him away. "Sorry, Jeff, but I'm just not in the mood."
"You were in the mood fifteen minutes ago," Jeff protested, trying to pull her back to him.
Bonnie smiled, but shoved him off her, reaching for the light switch above the headboard of the bed.
"I should have known not to marry a witch," Jeff grumbled, reaching for the TV remote on his bedside table.
"*Droo*-id," Bonnie corrected, putting on a lacy black robe she'd left on the floor.
"Whatever."
Bonnie stared at him open mouthed for a second, before shaking her head. "And I should never have married a werewolf!" she retorted back at him.
Jeff muttered something rude. Bonnie stalked out the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, stomping loudly down the stairs. During her college years she had found a group of practicing druids who had helped her develop and control her psychic power. She'd soon learned psychics weren't the only people the coven helped - werewolves as well apparently. And not all of them were evil and mean like Tyler Smallwood. She had met Jeff there and now been married to him for ten years.
Her sixth sense had been bugging the hell out of her lately. She couldn't figure out why. As a journalist for the New York Times her job could get extremely stressful sometimes, but she knew that wasn't it.
So what the hell was it? Checking her watch she wondered if it was too late to call Meredith. Here in New York it was ten thirty in the evening. Meredith lived in England at the moment doing some sort of work for Oxford University where she worked in the science department, something to do with bio chemistry and/or genetics, Bonnie couldn't really remember. She found it hard to listen when Meredith talked about her job, science in any form just wasn't her thing.
Elena and Stefan had gone off to Europe after that night in the clearing. Since Elena was supposed to be dead and buried she couldn't exactly stay in Fell's Church. She didn't know where they were now, Elena had barely phoned in the last two or three years.
Caroline was a fashion designer and living in Milan with her own clothes company. She had no idea where Matt was. If anything, he'd done everything he could to avoid the old high school gang.
She settled for calling Meredith.
"What is it, Bonnie?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Who else would call me at three in the morning?"
"Something's wrong."
"I need a little more to go on."
Bonnie didn't know how to explain. Long ago she had learned to trust her instincts, and if she thought something was wrong, it usually was. And it was usually something supernatural - or why else would she have picked up on it?
"Bonnie?" Meredith's tone held a hint of annoyance.
"Still here, sorry," Bonnie said quickly. "My sixth sense is acting up."
"You did marry a werewolf, could that have something to do with it?"
Meredith had never taken to Jeff. She was, of course, nothing but polite to him, but Bonnie knew her well enough to see how much she disapproved. "Not, it's *nothing* to do with Jeff," she said heatedly. "It's something in Fell's Church." She had no idea where that last part had come from, it just made sense to her.
"Fell's Church has been clear of supernatural activity for the last fifteen years," Meredith said.
"I know, but Margaret is still there."
There was an uncomfortable silence. As she had grown up Bonnie used to visit Margaret all the time. Margaret had loved to hear her stories of what Bonnie, Elena and Meredith had gotten up to during their school years. Though recently, Margaret just was not interested in hearing anything about Elena anymore.
"What's Damon been up to?" Meredith asked doubtfully.
Bonnie's eyes widened. Damon had never managed to get anywhere with Elena, but now Margaret had grown up and was the exact image of the sister who had been unattainable, and the same age Elena had been when Damon had fallen for her.
"You don't think - "
"I wouldn't put it past him," Meredith cut in dryly. "You're closer to home than anyone."
"I'll get there as soon as I can. I'll fill you in when I can. 'Bye."
"'Bye." Meredith hung up.
Bonnie stared at the phone in her hand. ~What are you up to, Damon?~ she thought.
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