I am SO SO SO SORRY that this chapter is so late, inspiration was hard coming, and I've been working on bits and pieces, trying to make the story fall seamlessly together (not possible, lol)
y'all ready for this? Alright, here is the Bonnie chapter, and I did my homework... kind of. I told myself I would have to like her, nay, understand her to write it well and... well I don't like her.
Nonetheless, I am devoted and worked very hard on getting a base of understanding for the character, seeing as I was able to get Stefan down moderately well and I don't necessarily like him. I respect him... somewhat... still I think you will like her thoughts. She is actually moderately right about things, kind of wise, but still very very stupid. (hahaha, that makes NO sense)
This chapter takes place a little bit before Jeremy goes to the Salvatore manor, during Damon and Elena's intense meeting ;)
I don't own TVD, blah blah blah, I think you already know that.
(this chapter is a TEENSY bit shorter than the other chapters, by four hundred words or so. It really isn't that much if you put it in perspective, but still, I feel like I'm cheating you guys... I'm just building up to the DE meet XD that was a tease...)
Alrighty, let's get witchy!
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"You... you got drunk?" Bonnie's father yelled filled with impotent, yet very powerful rage, "that is why I have been off the wall all morning and last night? Because you went to a party and got drunk?"
It probably wasn't the wisest idea to give her father a reason she was gone, but Bonnie had to tell him something. She ended up telling him that Elena had come over and took her to a party outside of town. She ended up getting really drunk, and Elena brought her home. Since Elena didn't have a key to the house, and didn't want to wake her father, she left her on the porch. Bonnie had felt moderately proud at her fast thinking, and almost relieved she had a human answer for her father. But, looking at his expression as she carried on with the story, she could tell he was more than a little upset. Bonnie instantly regretted it, wondering if she could have played the "kidnapped" idea, made it easier for herself.
"That is it! I was thinking that maybe, possibly, you could get better after your insane grandmother died, but you haven't. You aren't the same person anymore. You're distant and morbid and scary, always making reckless and stupid decisions. You and Elena hardly ever speak, you don't go out with your friends, just re-read that old book that the old woman gave you! You say there was no one like Grams, no one that could compare to her, but I can tell you where to find someone like her; go to an asylum!" her father spat, his voice shaking when he was finished ranting.
It hit Bonnie hard, it was like her father had reopened a wound that Bonnie had spent so much time trying to hide under a tough exterior, a collected facade. Bonnie felt her walls melt down, like a molten lava, burning her to her core. She stared at her father as he realized the depth of his words, and he looked up pleadingly at her.
"Bonnie I am so sorry... Bonnie?"
The shock and pain had paralyzed Bonnie, it was impossible to move, breathe, anything. She looked at him, numb, but still achingly painfully, and said nothing.
"Bonnie, stop it, what are you doing?" Her father pleaded, looking infinitely concerned for his daughter and how his cruel words had effected her.
Bonnie didn't move, but suddenly the numb sensation went away, and a fiery rage was left, scorching Bonnie, as she felt the power build inside of her.
"Bonnie, I-"
"No! Go to HELL!" Bonnie screeched, throwing her arms up, and feeling her powers soar through her entire body. Her father was thrown back against the fireplace, crashing the painting that hung above it. Shards of glass caught into his arm, blood splashing the wall in vivid colors that made Bonnie sick. She stalked over to him threateningly, his eyes wide with pain and fear, realizing the extent of her power. Bonnie flicked her wrist and her father's head slammed into the brick fireplace, knocking him unconscious.
Bonnie soon felt her power release, and she was left with the shocking aftermath. The blood was a pool at her feet, and Bonnie felt nauseous, she couldn't breathe. She turned out of her house quickly and ran, ran to the only place that she felt at home at the moment.
Fell's Church.
She ran through the woods, falling and stumbling over branches, her eyesight blurred and tears stung her face. She threw branches out of the way and eventually made her way to the church, on the outskirts of the cemetery.
It was her fault, her father was lying at home in a puddle of his own blood, and she left him there. Bonnie then screamed; a loud, bloodcurdling scream, that had a perpetual sadness intertwined with it. She ripped at the grass and screamed and sobbed, the realization that Grams was really gone hitting her like an ocean wave, knocking her under and submerging her in darkness. She was out of control, she couldn't control her powers even with the people she loved. Grams had always said, extreme emotion fueled powers, that was why she was clinging on to Elena when she had to save Damon from the fire. Elena's terror and fear fueled Bonnie's powers, and allowed her to save Stefan and Damon...
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Bonnie was sitting at the center of Fell's Church, remembering the day. Luckily, Bonnie managed to find a spell in Emily's spell book to erase someone's memories. Bonnie awoke him later, healed his wounds, and said that he had fallen asleep and she tried the kidnapped excuse again, not going down the Grams road with her father. Still, it hurt to look at him and know what he said, but in a tiny way... he was right. Bonnie had been different, but she couldn't help it.
Bonnie was taken off the course of her thoughts, feeling an aura begin to approach the church, the aura was one of sadness, terror, disgust, stupidity, gore, pain... so much pain, and... death. Bonnie was alert immediately, standing tall and wiping her eyes. She swallowed hard as she saw the figure in the woods, the darkness of the soon falling night hitting his features. He seemed to be carrying a small object, a creature, maybe. He looked older, slumping his shoulders, but still very tall. She read an unmistakable maturity in his aura, and she felt a familiarity with this unknown man. As he neared the clearing, Bonnie tried to gather strength and courage, trying to seem intimidating, although she was feeling quite vulnerable. The man was soon at the clearing, only ten feet away from her. He dropped the creature in his arms and it fell to the ground with a sickening thud. The man seemed unaware of her presence, too submerged in his own sadness.
"Jeremy?" Bonnie whispered, shock paralyzing her.
Jeremy quickly looked up at her, his gaze breaking from his shattered expression that he held while looking at the small child he had just fed from. Her black, wavy hair framed her face, and even for a small child, her face was thin. Her dark brown eyes were still open, staring unforgivingly up at Jeremy's face, and blood covered her body, stained her periwinkle dress. Her skin was ravaged, shredded, and cannibalistic bites tore through her. Her cheeks looked as though they would hold a pink tint, a small blush. The little girl looked no older than six.
"She looks like her," Jeremy choked, "They look exactly the same... excluding the age difference" he was talking about Anna, obviously, even Bonnie saw the resemblance. Jeremy's voice broke, then, along with his heart, "don't come any closer" Jeremy instructed as Bonnie tried to walk over. No matter how nauseous Bonnie felt looking at the small child, she couldn't bring herself to end Jeremy.
Because this was her fault, this animal, this was Bonnie's fault. Jeremy turned because she didn't deactivate the device and it had killed Anna.
"Jeremy... I want to help you" Bonnie whispered, "this is my fault-"
"Of course it is!" Jeremy yelled, gripping a tree to keep from attacking her, "You didn't deactivate the device, and now the only person I have ever been able to truly love is dead!" His fangs protruded, as well as his veins, and Bonnie felt incredibly weak.
"I know, Jeremy, I know," Bonnie cried, "but you can take control of this, it doesn't have to be this way-"
'How can't it be?" Jeremy spat sarcastically, "I've already completed the transformation, there's no other choice."
"Yes, there is," Bonnie whispered, trying to calm him, "You can go to Stefan, this never has to happen again... Jeremy why are you here?" Bonnie asked, wondering why he had taken the beautiful dead girl to the church.
Jeremy looked up at her, pain filling his eyes, "I've been staying here, burying the people here-"
"At the church?" Bonnie asked incredulously. It was quite a contradiction, a vampire living in a church.
"I pray," Jeremy whispered after collecting himself, "I pray that God will forgive me, give me an answer. I pray for all of the lives I have taken, the people I have killed. I pray that one day... that one day I will be able to control myself, and be able to live the life that was taken from me... the life that I gave up... I just didn't want the pain, Bonnie" Jeremy sobbed, looking at Bonnie for comfort, "I just wanted to pain to go away, and it didn't, it's only worse. Because if I turn off the bad things, I turn off the good things... then... then I just feel dead, and I have always been afraid of death, Bonnie. Always" Jeremy ended completely and utterly heart-broken by his internal realization. He collapsed on the ground and bawled at the young child's feet. Bonnie felt herself cry, too, knowing that she had to help him.
"Jeremy, go to the boarding house, if Stefan isn't there, go to the Salvatore manor, and look everywhere until you find Stefan. He will help you. Don't talk to anyone, don't run in to anyone, just go." Bonnie instructed as calmly as possible, even though her voice was still raw with emotion. Jeremy then stood slowly, nodded to Bonnie, and left.
Bonnie realized that she would have to address the bloody corpse of the little girl, and she focused on it. She felt sick to her stomach doing so, having to look at the gory exterior of the small child. The child soon caught on fire, the flame flickering lightly on her small dress. Tears fell from Bonnie's eyes, watching the tiny, helpless little girl burn. Her skin soon cracked and gave the air a sickening scent, making it impossible for Bonnie to breathe. She let the fire continue, but soon put it out, fearing the entire cemetery would go up in flames if she left it. All that was left was a scorched body, the skin pulled back and melted and pulled apart, absolutely revolting. Bonnie shut her eyes and fell on the ground, finding a memory that fell over her and made it hard to breathe yet again.
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The doorbell rang, and Bonnie ran to it quickly, her nerves still on live wire since the founders' events. She felt an aura of panic, but the panic seemed to be covering something, something infinitely more dark and evil than Bonnie could possibly comprehend, but she opened the door anyways.
Elena stood there, her curls still impeccably in place, and tears staining her cheeks. Bonnie felt immediate sympathy for Elena, wondering what could have happened to make her so distressed. She looked as if she changed, her clothes infinitely more risky than Elena would naturally wear. They were all black, skin tight, and fit her curves naturally. A sob escaped Elena's throat and she whispered, "Bonnie, something happened, it's John, he-" she cut off, sobbing rather dramatically. Elena hardly ever cried like that, ever. She seemed as though she didn't even mind that Bonnie was seeing her so vulnerable, while at most times Elena hated the sympathy that came from her.
"Come in, come in" Bonnie soothed, opening the door quietly. Her father was sleeping and she didn't want to wake him up. Elena's eyes held a glint of something... mischievous for a moment, but it soon went away as she stepped inside. Bonnie shut the door, and as she brushed Elena's arm, she realized something terrifyingly deadly.
This was not Elena.
Bonnie turned slowly, cautiously, fearing what she would see. The tears were still falling, and the girl walked over to the couch, falling on the armrest. Bonnie walked in slowly after her, infinitely afraid of whoever this was. "Elena" was babbling, something that she rarely did.
The stranger looked up at her, looking as if she expected Bonnie to sit next to her, rub her back, soothe her. Instead, Bonnie spat, "Who the hell are you?"
The woman's tears stopped then, and she gathered herself rather quickly, her face becoming calm and almost kind. She stood, and spoke in a refined manner, "I don't believe we've met... I'm Katherine"
The words stunned Bonnie, stopped her dead, and Katherine giggled deviously at that.
"Just t-take Damon and leave" Bonnie whispered, completely terrified of this woman.
Katherine laughed again, her chuckle like a bubbling brook, wind chimes, the sweetest, yet most bitter sound, "Ah, young child, I don't want Damon... I came back for Stefan" Katherine then walked over to her, their faces inches apart. Bonnie then succeeded in putting on a brave face.
"You better get out of this town." Bonnie instructed, angered and fearful.
Katherine then stared at her, her face lighting with demonic curiosity, "Oh? And why is that?" She asked, sounding deadly yet beautiful.
"Because I can take down a vampire" Bonnie said, a hint of an angered smirk on her face, "I am a witch"
Katherine wasn't even effected by her words, simply kept her same expression of evil playfulness, "Hm. Well I've known a lot of Bennett witches," Katherine then brought her hand up to Bonnie's throat, cutting off all access to air effortlessly, and Bonnie's mask of control and confidence fell off. She looked at Katherine's calm, deadly expression, making Bonnie feel more panicked than before. Katherine slammed Bonnie into the nearest wall, and Bonnie gasped loudly, allowing Katherine demonic pleasure, "it doesn't end well for them"
Katherine then slammed Bonnie's head against the wall, and as she was fading into the blackness, Bonnie heard a mumble of, "Damn, Bennett"
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Once Bonnie had gotten home from the cemetery, after healing her father and using her powers to erase his memories, she heard a frantic knock at the door. Bonnie was hesitant to opening it, then read the aura which unmistakably belonged to Stefan and Damon. She opened the door threateningly, then glared at them. She didn't speak, what were they there for?
"Bonnie, you have to help us-" Stefan began rambling, panicked.
"No way in hell" Bonnie interrupted coldly, "My father finds me passed out, on the porch, and I have to find an excuse for a whacked out, bitchy vampire attacking me in my own house? Why would I ever help you, this is all your fault!" Bonnie spat, cleverly avoiding the fact that it took two turns to get the conversation with her father right.
"Listen, witch, I-" Damon began with a sarcastic eye roll that lacked his usual energy.
"Katherine has Elena" Stefan choked out, the words making him and Damon flinch. Bonnie gasped uncontrollably, completely and utterly stunned at the fact that Elena was taken, which made Stefan close his eyes, "please, Bonnie. Damon brought her home from being kidnapped, and brought her back to the boarding house. Since the house is only occupied by vampires, vampires don't have to be invited in. We forgot that fact and... and Katherine got her. It's getting late and we don't have much time."
Without a word, Bonnie walked into her house, opening Emily's grimior that was opened on the coffee table, "I won't invite you in" Bonnie began nervously, "But I'll do this outside, on the porch" both the Salvatore's were well aware that Bonnie was going to do a spell, so she felt no need to explain. "Which one of you was in contact with Elena last?" Bonnie questioned, knowing that to anyone else the answer should have been simple, and the question alone was inappropriate considering the fact that Elena was dating Stefan.
"It was-" Stefan began painfully.
"me" Damon continued quietly, no hint of smugness in his voice.
Bonnie couldn't say she was necessarily surprised. After all... she had always known.
When Stefan, Elena, Damon and Bonnie were standing in the Salvatore parlor together, discussing the Gilbert device, there was something in Damon that Bonnie had never found before. Behind his arrogant, self-centered attitude, something in his, dare she say it, heart, softened looking at Elena. It was, to say the least, disgusting. Why should he have the right to love? Bonnie wanted the answer, so she searched further into his aura, and mixed between the years of gore and stupidity, there was a small place in him that held something, it almost seemed to say to her, "reserved for Elena. Only." there was pain, and sadness, and heartbreak, and defiance, and loyalty, and obsession, and somewhere in there, Bonnie felt love. Pure, honest to god, love.
"But you can trust me"
'Yes, why yes he most certainly can, Elena' Bonnie internally cringed. But he had no right to trust or love or heal; nothing, in Bonnie's perspective. She despised him for loving Elena, because he doesn't deserve it. He can trust her, not Bonnie. But somewhere inside of her, although she knew Damon didn't deserve Elena's love, mixed in the room with passion and guilt and anger and frustration, there was an aura mixed by only two souls.
Understanding.
Well, eenie meenie miny mo, Stefan, you're out.
And Bonnie knew, she knew that when he wrapped his long slender fingers around her delicate ones, and forced slight pressure on the device and her hand, there was something that she didn't understand there. When they touched, their auras went into a frenzy, it was like they were... flames, two flames that merged into one. There was brilliancy, there was light, there was hope. It lit the entire room with an intensity and fire that made it difficult for Bonnie to be in such close proximity to. Stefan looked down at their hands, and he grimaced. Bonnie felt Stefan's aura change into one of the purest acceptance, but still betrayal and pain.
Bonnie then instructed Damon to lay his hands out, and when he did, she automatically hovered her hands over his. She mumbled in Latin, and the vision that came to her was sickening and frightening.
It was Elena laying on the ground of the cemetery forest, Katherine slamming her into a tree, causing blood to ooze out of her exposed neck.
Bonnie pulled back from the vision, seeing all she needed to see, and told Stefan and Damon in a shaky whisper exactly where Elena was. They were in the blink of an eye in their car, pulling away into the night, going towards the cemetery.
Bonnie fell into helpless sobs, and began praying for her dearest friend. If... when they saved Elena, Bonnie would make sure it was different... they had to be different, they had to be friends... Bonnie wouldn't be able to live with herself if they weren't.
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Bonnie awoke from her memories when she heard someone approaching in the woods, miles away, but still too close for Bonnie's liking. It was Sheriff Forbes, most likely called down to investigate why there was a smoke cloud in the middle of the cemetery... 'damn' Bonnie cursed internally, thinking she had put the fire out... she still had so much to learn, maybe she didn't know as much as she thought...
No matter, though, the child was ashes and if Bonnie summoned some cigarettes near the fire, maybe people would think that the cigarette had started it... it was worth a shot, and Bonnie magically summoned a cigarette. Summoning things was a trick Grams taught her. As long as you know where it is, you can summon it. She imagined her father's bedroom, filled with half finished cigarettes. They fell in the palm of her hand in a moment, and Bonnie grinned a small, content smile, and she lit it only the tiniest bit, then threw it on the ground next to the fire, the cigarette soon catching and flaming.
Bonnie walked from the cemetery, her thoughts becoming very vivid in her mind and forcing her to realize something she never had before.
Unforgiving, cruel, merciless, it took everything away from you. It was used for both good and evil, taking more than it gave, but nonetheless giving. It had beauty, a harsh, blazing beauty that was so demonic, it took a while to regain composure. It's presence gave little reassurance, but still had the ability to make one feel safe. It was out of control, never had the capability to change itself from the course it fell recklessly down. It's strength constantly grew, taking away all of the comfort in the fact that it was reliable. It could not be trusted, one day it could hurt you. One day... it would incinerate all who relied on it, scorching and burning away all responsibility and dependability upon the fact that it took away your essence with one touch. And all it took was one, tiny flame to begin it.
You may think Bonnie was speaking of the fire...
She was speaking of herself.
O.o, Bonnie has gone coocoo for cocoa puffs, am I right?
I hope I didn't offend anyone with the last large paragraph, but I think it is truly the way Bonnie is. She isn't a bad person, but she needs to learn control. She is not automatically the best witch of all time, she has no idea what she is capable of, and she is losing control, it is slipping away from her, and I see that.
Next chapter... THE MEETING.
Who knows how crazy that will be. Now tell me in the reviews, would you like the meeting to be:
1. Hot and steamy (less dialogue)
2. Intense and passionate (more dialogue)
I think I would PERSONALLY go for Intense and passionate, but that's just me.
Another question, how do you feel about Bonnie's thoughts for Damon&Elena's relationship (review)
Alright, I'm signing out and FINALLY going to bed!
Sheesh ya'll, twas a dream!
~Taylor (ChristmasonPancakes)