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Chapter 4: Bennett Oblige
Playlist:
Just a Gigolo - Louis Prima ( Bonnie arrived in NYC)
Get Your Way - Jamie Cullum ( In the Bar with Lucy)
Sunshine Of Your Love - Ella Fitzgerald ( In the Bar with Lucy)
Intro - alt-J ( Bonnie discovered the bedroom)
Hometown Glory - Adele ( Bonnie can't sleep)
Creep - Radiohead ( Bonnie can't sleep)
Paradise Circus (Gui Boratto Remix) - Massive Attack ( end of the chapter - Discussion with Damon)
New York. The Big Apple.
Still, it took me the dead people, ultimatums, and stories of witchcraft to making me go in my dream city ... except Salem.
I parked my car in a large avenue in Brooklyn and went out, slamming the door. The weather was colder, so I wore my jacket over my marcel. I sat on the car and took my mobile I unblocked. I suppressed without emotions uninteresting texting from Elena and Caroline, and composing the number that Lucy had told me about in her last letter. I called and carried the phone to my ear. The tone greeted me. Then answered.
"- Hello?"
"- I will be clear.
We were in a hype bar in Brooklyn, which had kept its coating of old times after the Civil War. The building was refurbished by the eccentric and philanthropic, Chuck Bass (1), and despite its alcohol smell, the modern taste recession was coming from the bar. I liked it, you feel like a criminal. Then I smiled, thinking that it was a time that I would have wanted to live.
We chose a table at the back of the sign, made of carved wood. Lucy sat and requested two pints of the best Irish beer they had in stock. As normal, I did not drink at 11am, but normal days were gone, I thought discovering the intense taste of cinnamon amber beer.
Lucy was dressed casually, her satin tunic showed that she seemed to have no problems of income.
"- I have no doubt, " she replied.
I greedily swallowed the rest of my beer and gulp.
- I want to destroy Elena Gilbert. To a lesser extent, the two Salvatore. The icing on the cake would be the Originals.
I produced this terrible statement with all the casualness that I had in stock, but inside, I was like a goldfish in a plastic bag. It was the first time anyone heard my vile and great intentions. Someone witnessed my resolution, especially someone saw me in my true light.
Lucy impressed, uttered before her beer was completely empty, and snapped her fingers to order two more. While the waitress disappeared to refill the glasses, she leaned toward me and whispered:
"- You really are a true Bennett."
Surprised, I watched her as she was slumped in her chair, smiling to the fullest. She crossed her legs casually and took the pint that the waitress brought us.
"- I remember you when I met you. Slave of these vampires.
- Just like you, I replied obnoxious, Katherine. You quite lived the hard life.
Lucy flashed an annoyed face but she quickly relaxed as it emerged.
"- No longer.
- Why? She stopped you threaten to tear your guts with her teeth?
- Katherine has so much class. And yet, I was also friends with her. Like you and Elena.
- My biggest mistake, I let go through gritted teeth. It has destroyed my life, and she still wants me to help. But not only me. Because of her, Caroline lost her father, and the number of innocent people still pile up. All because of hier selfishness, her inability to choose between two vampire brothers who only fight for her.
This whole line was out of me as vomiting, uninterrupted. Was it the beer? The alcohol smell that rose to my head? I did not care because at least I was so happy to finally be able to say what I wanted.
- I feel a little jealousy in you, Lucy hissed.
I sent back the insult, drinking a big gulp of alcohol, then put down my glass with a sudden movement.
"- Jealous, I spat. Of course that would being jealous of the beautiful and wonderful Elena, which attracts thousands of vampire on her doormat, even those who promise her the earth, and who finds a way to break their heart? Who would (Lucy had wider and wider smile), jealous of a girl who has took all I loved, day after day, eventually, saying a simple "sorry"? Not me, I would lash out, not anymore, I'm tired of being the Witchypedia, kind Bonnie, quietly accept to be treated like sh ... ..
I was interrupted by my phone vibration. Enraged, I read the text message that Caroline (obviously) had sent me, and read quickly. But not far from commonplace. Caroline had just dropped a bomb. And I was not prepared.
Lucy took my phone from hands, throwing me a glance, while I drank another sip of beer, trying to forget the news.
"- Elena is sired to Damon, Lucy read aloud. Wah, this is very rare among vampires!
- I admit, I did not see it coming.
Suddenly, a migraine struck my head, it seems that a vampire must love this news that should make her pus beautiful day. Or ...
"- Quite the contrary I whispered.
- Well, that's nothing said Lucy, giving me back my phone, it's rare but not so serious.
- Just Elena will be a slave to Damon.
- No, just that Elena loves Damon.
I raised my head towards her after contemplating texting and threw him a questioning look.
"- It is related to vampires who have changed us, if we have feelings for them before processing.
- Really?
- Of course, it goes beyond the basic recognition a hybrid has for Klaus. And Bonnie, you know a vampire who has had this problem before Elena.
- Who?
- Think, Bennett. The answer you come alone.
I looked at her with eyes full of questions, but she just drink his glass. When she rested her deaf on the table, the answer came to me. I burst out laughing.
"- Obviously ... I guess it's ironic!
Lucy brought her hands under her chin and looked at me with eyes full of judgment.
"- Now ... You told me on the phone that the spirits had sent you to me for the blood key ...?
- You're the only Bennett in miles around. And I need you. I'd ask that access to power. No more. I do not want you hanging around my revenge.
Lucy leaned back to me and pulled the sleeve of his jacket satin for me to discover the reddish tattoo of an old key on her skin. She gave me a wink.
"- Too late."
We were in Lucy's Loft, a real New York apartment on the top floor of a red brick building. It was spacious and had two rooms. I put my luggage in the first, closest to the front door.
It was really beautiful, Lucy really had taste -I approved. On the walls painted like baroque navy blue tint paper with intricate designs but elegant. I opened the wooden cupboard to discover with amazement a dressing worthy of a movie like The Devil Wears Prada (2). The cabinets had been cleared by half, I knew then that she had waited for me.
Not learned if I had to be recognition or suspicious, thoughtful, I closed the door and left the dressing room.
Lucy was standing outside the apartment, standing on the terrace, was smoking a cigarette. Sounds urban, profanity, horns and ambulance sirens rose to our ears while the bright sun was hidden beneath a cloud layer.
"- Do you like your room? she asked without looking back.
I was in the frame of the glass door when she called me this question of politeness.
"- Did you expect me to come ? I say without any warning.
I firmly believe that there was no point to dodge this bullet with her and ask her questions frankly running through my head.
She turned and handed me a cigarette, I refused politely.
"- The spirits are talkative. And I always knew you would come. Remember. I met Katherine, the doppelgangers have always tended to mess with Bennetts lives, she growled, turning to me.
She walked around the railing, and leaned back.
"- She was my friend, too. I admired her composure and her character. A real mastermind of manipulation, with her it was like to be part of a closed circle.
I understood what she meant. Elena exercised the same kind of fascination for me. Being her friend, it was like watching Twilight (3) with just two sexiest vampires who share the main role. Except that I am condemned to be poor Leah. A tasteless supporting role, and weight for the story.
- But I soon realized that my only power was interesting, and she saw me as a parachute. Then the day I met you (smiles at the thought) I realized that I could not hurt you. You are my family, my blood, Bennett, I could not risk your life and let your power make you suffer. When I left Mystic Falls, and severed my friendship with Katherine, I looked for a way to gain my independence because I knew she would come out of her grave in the near future. So I went looking for your mother.
I watched with wide eyes as she crushed the cigarette in her ashtray.
"- I found her easily, it is given to everyone to search directories or watch the police archives.
- What did you do then, I cut.
She stared at me with a raised eyebrow and sighed face to my lack of patience before resuming her story. I had to control strongly myself to avoid shaking, the pain imagining my mother's face was unbearable.
"- The source, you're not the first to hear about Bonnie. But me, it does not ever really interested me. It's just receive knowledge that mattered to me. The key to blood she said, indicating her tattoo is a ritual that links the old to the new generation, a link that crosses time to give us the knowledge of Bennett. Clearly, when you get the blood key, you get all the memory of the Bennett line. Each spell we discovered is data that is automatically embedded in your head.
I blew really impressed and surprised. the blood key, is undoubtedly a vital tool for the rest of my plan, so much knowledge, so many advances in magic, but ...
"- But knowledge does not allow me to reconnect with the magic ...
- Absolutely Lucy nodded, the key is just information. The source is pure magical energy, the life force.
- So the grimoire is the dongle I listais in pacing, the testimony of the history of Bennett, the key to the passage of blood is oral knowledge, and sensitive ... and mystery?
- This is the reason why, I stopped at the key cursed Lucy frowned, I missed sorely something that you have.
"- What?
Lucy put her hand on her heart.
"- Determination."
"- The mystery, I can not give it to you, but I can lead you to someone who'll teach you. Not that one.
I let my green sweatshirt and took my purple vest and put it in my travel bag. Lucy after complimented my ability to have found my guts, disappeared into his apartment and gave me a bag.
"- Lucinda Blackwell, she said, putting black jeans in her bag, is one of the most talented witches alive today. She is the only one who knows where the source is in Salem, it is also the only one that can teach you the mystery. Lucinda, she stopped looking at me with a hard stare, is worse than Yoda in Star Wars, it is demanding, and if you're not one hundred percent sure of what you want to do Bonnie, you will not support a week with her.
I supported her eyes and her smile. There was no need to tell me, I already knew. I left Mystic Falls to return to destroy them. I did not have any hesitation. I want no more vampire on earth. Even if ...
- For many saved, I replied defiantly. We can not avoid sacrifice.
Night had fallen on New York, and the lights were circling a light breeze. Yellow, red, blue, only lonely lights like headlights De Niro in Taxi Driver, floated under the melancholy whistling of the city.
I sat outside the loft, and while Lucy slept I spent my last night in town most of the United States to a certain sadness.
I had my right hand a cup of tea, and I was sitting on the wooden table legs bent toward me, his head buried in my lap. Curled up, I felt that if I let go, I would break.
Hate it. It was so hard, and easy. A cruel paradox. Elena took me so much as looking smile was for me unbearable torture, but also all the happy memories we had, all that was spinning me like a barrage. It was a nightmare.
When I closed my eyes, guilt kept resurfacing, but when they were wide open, I experienced the reality of this world it built me. A world built on the lifeless body of gallons of blood flowing in the streets of Mystic Falls, and she was happy despite the countless number of people led to death because of it. Their names turned into me relentlessly. Pastor Young, Alaric, Jenna, Grams.
Tears began to stream down my face, while the smell of fragrant verbena in my nostrils. And finally, I cried. All this frustration, all this pain to explode in millions of pieces.
The phone rang, and vibration, startled me to make up my cup on the floor that broke. I looked at the number. It was Caroline, I sighed. Then wiped my tears. After a deep breath, I threw myself into the water.
"- It is one o'clock in the morning, Caroline.
- Oh, excuse me, to disturb your sleep so important declared a cynical man's voice.
A bile touched my tongue, when I recognized the voice. The sadness was gone alone, anger was present.
- Damon. I had you all the information on the Five. You have your own Witchypédia, so if you let me alone?
- You know why I'm calling ... Blondie, tend not to delete messages.
I smiled inwardly. Despair was betrayed by the small vibrato in his voice. Despite his cynicism and his way to think higher of him, Damon, I read him like a book.
"- You still drunk I said softly.
In response, I heard the sound of glass we drank, we must believe that the reserves of cognac have taken a hit.
"- I looked in the grimoire, unfortunately there is nothing on it but Lucy told me she had had a similar case in the past.
There was total silence on the other end of the handset, I had the full attention of Damon. Great, I had a shiver of excitement.
"- She told me ... (I put a silence to accentuate the dramatic side), the link between vampires to another, can only be broken by a clean break.
- A witch of New Orleans has made the same remark, you do not have another hard Bonnie?
I smiled so much that the feeling of power invaded my stomach. Caroline was naive, she thought Damon had no real feelings for Elena, but I ... just by seeing how it looks, it has been obvious.
"- No, I continued cruel. Elena had feelings for you man, were real, Damon.
I heard his breathing cut. It was good, my god!
- A vampire is linked to another, as if the feelings were prior to processing. In this case, the transformation can be likened to a pact for eternity.
What a lie, I'm quite upset ...
- But as these feelings exist, it will be linked to you. The only way for her to be released, is to forget her feelings for you ...
And Home Run, I just blew up the heart of a Salvatore miles apart.
- I'm sorry, Damon.
I got by way of response, the phone was hung up. I hung up, heart-filled victory. Finally, my crisis of conscience was useless, my happiness was closely linked to the destruction of these bastards.
"- Beautiful performance..said Lucy behind me
I sent her a bright smile.
"- We leave tomorrow at what time?
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That's it! The next chapter will be in Salem! Bonnie, so remain aware of what's going on in Mystic Falls, but the real story starts when meeting with Lucinda.
This chapter will arrive really early, I'm writing it! Kiffez well!
(1) Chuck Bass: Friends watching Gossip Girl, remember! In the season 1 Chuck aid (under a ruse Blair) to save a building from the Great Recession. I just loved this place full of history and it was a little wink and the atmosphere of this bar.
(2) The dressing that all girls dream of having, is that girls early Devil Wears Prada
(3) Reference to episode 4 (I think) a season when Damon was reading the book Twilight Carolina.