Chapter 7

Elena

"How do we kill a witch?" I asked, I felt so full of power ready to hurt this witch if she

hurt my witch.

Stefan was untying Alaric while I untied Meredith.

"There are only 2 ways, to burn her or drown her, I believe her when she said she was a

water witch, so we have to burn her." He replied vacantly.

Meredith's natural instinct cut in, she was ushering us to be helpful.

"Elena lighter. I'll get paper, Alaric wood, Stefan nails." She ordered.

We set off to complete our tasks I was the first to return because I was able to easily

sneak into the neighbours' house and find one beside a pack of smokes.

Stefan returned followed by Meredith then Alaric.

"Where…?" I looked at Stefan holding 3 massive nails in his hands.

"The church, I think they'll go mental because Jesus moved." He giggled at himself.

I smiled at him.

He returned the smile, it was so beautiful. How did I, Elena Gilbert/Salvatore ever

deserve an angel like him?

He walked to me, sensing my thoughts, we were so in tune nothing could part us.

He drew me in his arms around his waist and pushed his lips to mine sweetly.

I was his now and forever, I would never forget the love I felt for him, it could fill the

whole world.

"Anybody remember that my best friend is out there getting tortured or killed?" Meredith

asked angrily.

We broke apart guiltily.

"Let's go." Alaric said.

We all piled into Stefan's Porsche which for some reason was right outside the door.

"Where?" I asked.

"The Wickery Bridge." Stefan said gunning the engine and powering forward.

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Bonnie

She circled me her hair blowing slightly in the wind. She was toying with me, making me

Anxious. She was waiting, hoping, for something.

"Are you going to kill me, or wonder around in circles?" I asked angrily.

"Oh I thought we should wait for your sweetheart." She suggested plainly.

She made a graceful twirl.

"Well here I am, Ophelia!" a voice called, but it wasn't Damon's, not Stefan's, not even

Alaric's.

Matt Honeycutt

He walked staunchly closer, his hands baled into fists. I was confused and relived.

Relived that someone came to help me. Confused because Matt should be in Michigan

with the rest of the football team he plays with.

"Who are you and how do you know my name." She retorted angrily.

"I am Bonnie's sweetheart and I know all about you from Stefan." He growled.

This was definitely wrong. Stefan sending Matt to save me instead of himself, maybe he

didn't care if I died or Elena or even Meredith, I thought bitterly to myself.

I looked curiously at Matt, he seemed different by a lot. In the three months I never seen

him I knew I would never forget Matt's blue eyes.

This impostor's eyes were brown and they scared me.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.

"Its me, Matt." He said angrily.

Matt would never act so angry to a girl. Nor a friend, he was always so sweet and kind.

"You're not Matt! Matt had blue eyes and he was nicer than you." I was close to tears.

I would die here and nobody would care, I knew I would die young, that was my first

prediction.

He groaned exasperated as if I had given away a huge secret.

I jumped and screamed as I heard tires screeching to a stop just beyond the bridge.

It was the Porsche Stefan drove to school on his first day at Robert. E. Lee high school.

I watched happily as my friends hopped out of the sleek, black car. Tears were beginning

to run down my cheeks.

Elena gasped at the site of 'Matt' but obviously decided to talk to him after they freed

Me.

"Ahh more people to kill. I would like to see Elena and Stefan get over the bridge first."

She laughed full of malevolence.

They marched over the bridge hand in hand, that brought Ophelia up short of her

laughter.

I stared at the team of 5 all ready to die for me. That made me cry even more. To think I

doubted them.

"Oh Bonnie dot cry, please." Elena begged.

I nodded and tried my hardest.

I heard a crack of branches from behind Ophelia, on the graveyard side of the river.

I realized she had made a tomb stone shatter into gravel without even looking at it.

It was a warning, a demonstration of her power.

"Come at me then, all of you at once." She growled like a vicious bull dog.

Elena wenced a piece of wood out of Alaric's arms and gushed forward with it in a blur of

pale golden hair.

I struggled against my ropes I was sitting on the graveyard side of the bridge, Elena's hair

had brushed my face as she darted past me for Ophelia.

The grass was cool and soft. I felt a gentle breeze surpass through my strawberry curls. It

felt quite pleasant, almost tranquil.

The weather was so tranquil, enough to make someone melt, realizing how much we take

everything in this life for granted.

All these people were fighting, for me. I was so blissful to have found such great fiends.

I was the luckiest girl in the world, next to Elena.

I sighed.

Elena, Stefan,' Matt' and Alaric were fighting with Ophelia, throwing punches, stabbing,

attacking, hurting and getting hurt. All for me.

Ophelia threw balls of fire at the 4 of them.

Elena used the piece of wood in her hands like a sword.

Meredith was untying me.

I knew I would be useless in the fight and presumably be useless and just get in the way

of this fight but I had to try.

I ran into the back of the group of 5 now 6 and to the back row beside Meredith. We

fought off mutant half creatures she created from the world around her, she made hands

come up through and grab our ankles she threw boulders at all of us using her mind.

Everybody relaxed their positions slightly.

I took a quick look at our numbers there were 6 of us and one of her, it wasn't fair at all

but she needed to be taught a lesson.

Then I felt something I nearly screamed, I tried so hard to keep it in I had to clasp my

hands over my mouth to keep myself from screeching.

I wanted to run forwards and… and what would I do.

It kept all of my strength to stay still and quiet, I would be safer that way.