Okay, so Chapter 3 is finally here! I'm sorry for the long wait! But in the summer i have this condition where I'm really lazy. (Toby Turner joke - extra love to anyone who knows what i'm talking about) ;)
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Alright I haven't been able to think of what to call this chapter so after you've read I would really appreciate your opinions :)
This a kind of lead up/explainitory chapter. It's filling in the blanks a bit. It will all make sense in the future I promise!
Song for this chapter - Secrets by One Republic. (I also forget to mention in the first chapter that this story is also largely based on the video for My Heart is Broken by Evanescence)
So without further ado, Ms. Bonnie McCullough! :)
~ Bonnie ~
Bonnie had no idea how long she'd been in this wonderful place. She had no sense of time. The sky was always the same deep purple that she'd created, and the stars that she'd sprinkled across it never faded. In her world it was always night-time. She had spent her time well so far, however. She had created many more things with the strange light that came from her small, pale hands. She had created a bed in one corner of the shack, an old fashioned stove-fire in the other, beside the plush emerald green sofa, which was placed near a 32" plasma screen tv. There was also a large surround sound stereo in the same corner as her bed, along with a bookshelf. Not to mention that the grass surrounding the shack had started to green again.
Bonnie was currently sitting on the soft sofa, watching as a small girl with wild, fiery red curls was running away from someone. The girl looked to be around the age of four, and soon Bonnie realized that the girl was running away from a man. Her father. The little girl giggled hysterically as her father chased her, pretending to be a monster. The girl's father eventually caught her up in his arms and swung her around, before hugging her close.
Bonnie watched the sweet moment in awe. The adoration in the little girl's eyes as she gazed up at her father and the explosive happiness she radiated. Likewise, the look of pure, undying love in the eyes of the father as he gazed lovingly at his daughter left Bonnie speechless.
"I'll never let the monsters get you, Bon-Bon." The father whispered sweetly to the little girl as she snuggled into him. Then he proceeded to take the girl inside as she sucked her thumb tiredly. And just like that, the tv switched of and the screen went black.
The television was a curious thing. Ever since Bonnie created it she could not turn it on or off. It simply flashed to life every now and then, showing Bonnie images and scenes of the same little girl with the fiery curls. Bonnie had now become accustomed to running to the television whenever it flared to life. She was often amused by the little girl's antics and the moments she shared with others.
Bonnie sat there for a while longer thinking back over what she had just watched. She felt like she knew the little girl. She looks so familiar and Bonnie could feel her emotions like they were her own. This simply confused her, but she wouldn't dwell on it. With that thought in mind, Bonnie rose from the seat and began to walk outside. Just as she got to the door though, Bonnie got an idea. She turned around and walked to one of the bare patches of the room, and stood in front of the wall a few paces back. She then closed her eyes and imagined an antique mirror. She held her hands up in front of her, just over her head, and moved them out and down until she reached the floor. She was going on a hunch, but it was worth it. It got pretty lonely here.
She opened her eyes and sure enough there before her was a beautiful, bronze antique mirror. It was one of the most beautiful things Bonnie had ever seen, but she couldn't remember what the most beautiful was. As always she shrugged it off. Looking in the mirror smiled, earning a smile back.
"Well? Was I right? Did it work?" She asked excitedly.
"Clever, very clever. How'd you guess?" The Bonnie in the mirror responded. She wore black skinny jeans that hugged her in all the right places, as well as a black tank top and black high-heeled boots. She also wore a familiar smirk and had her arms crossed.
"I- I'm not really sure… I was just going to go outside and then it just hit me. I knew your voice sounded familiar!" Bonnie squealed excitedly.
"Again, very clever. However you figured it out. By the way, nice redecorating."
"Why didn't you come back? After I started creating things you just disappeared and you haven't talked to me since now." Bonnie stated sadly.
Mirror-Bonnie's expression softened. "Sorry Bonnie. But after then you never really needed my help. You were doing just fine on your own." She smiled sincerely. Then the mischievous smirk returned. "However, I probably wouldn't have made everything quite so colourful."
~ Damon ~
Damon wandered hopelessly through the strange grey world. He had been walking for god knows how long and nothing had changed. Everything just looked the same. He stopped every few miles to scream in frustration. Nothing ever happened of course, but it helped him continue.
The only thing to do besides walk was to think and unfortunately for Damon he didn't have much to work with. He couldn't remember anything besides his own name. He reached into the pocket of his destroyed leather jacket and pulled out the two pieces of hair he'd awoken with. He tried to recall why he had them and who they belonged to. Suddenly a flash of red and brown flew through his mind. He tried to pull it back and analyse it, but it was simply gone.
Damon ceased in his walking and screamed in frustration again, gripping tightly to his hair as he did. It was just too much for him, he couldn't take this anymore. He sank to his knees just a rectangle of light burst into existence in the near distance. Damon looked up from his lap and squinted into the light to find a large man standing in front of him.
The man came forward and examined Damon. Suddenly his eyes when wide. "Putain de merde!" He spat, surprised. "Damon?"
~ Elena ~
I stood in the doorway and watched them all for a while. Matt was sitting on the floor, his back resting against Bonnie's bed, his head leaned back and his legs stretched out in front of him while he snoozed. I honestly don't know how he was able to sleep; I was too worried and restless to even sit down. Stefan was leaning over Meredith's shoulder at Bonnie's desk, as she searched the internet on Bonnie's laptop. I wasn't sure how she knew her password, but I was too worried to stress over it.
I looked back to Bonnie. She was still levitating above her bed. She looked beautiful, though seriously underdressed. All she was wearing was a black silk nightdress that came to about her mid-thigh. She was wearing underwear as well, of course. I wished I could cover her up or put a gown on her or something. I knew Bonnie would be embarrassed if she woke up and realized that everyone, mainly Stefan and Matt, had seen her like this. But we weren't allowed to touch her so I couldn't do anything about it.
I had no idea what to do. I had no plans. No Plan A, or Plan B. I had nothing. I was useless and I hated it.
I suddenly thought of Damon. I hadn't thought of him in a while. Certainly not any time today. I know I promised to never forget him, and I wouldn't. Ever. But there's a difference between moving on and letting go, and forgetting. I hadn't forgotten him and I knew I never would. How could anyone forget about Damon. He left a permanent mark on the lives he touched. I missed him, but I had moved on. I had to let go, for Stefan. He deserved that much from me, after everything I put him through. How could I hang on to his brother, when he was dead and Stefan was alive and with me.
I noticed that I had been wandering around the house, lost in my thoughts. I was now in the kitchen. Was it just me or was it colder in there? I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered. Looking around, I couldn't find a source of the sudden temperature. I could see my breath in the air as I breathed. Just as I was backing out of the kitchen I tripped and fell on my ass. I looked up and saw a flash of black on the tree outside the window.
Scared, I got up and ran back upstairs to the others, one thought in my mind, Damon?
~ Bonnie ~
Bonnie stood on the porch of the shack admiring her flowers. They were a range of colours. Her favourites were the roses. Every colour had a different meaning.
White for Purity, Innocence, Humility, Youthfulness, "I am worthy of you."
Pink for Appreciation, Grace, Admiration, Gentleness, "Please believe me."
Yellow for Joy, Friendship, Jealousy, Welcome Back, Remember me, "I care."
Orange for Disire, Enthusiasm
Blue for the impossible, the unattainable
Black for Death, farewell
Red for Love, Beauty, Courage, Respect, Congratulations, "I love you."
A thornless Rose signifies "Love at first sight."
Bonnie had found the whole psychology of roses interesting. It had been one of the books that had appeared when she created a bookshelf in the shack. The amount of roses given also had meanings, but Bonnie hadn't read that part yet.
She stepped down from the porch and began walking through the tall grass and flowers. The grass came to her hip. Walking and trailing her hands along the top of the grass Bonnie sighed contently.
"You're relaxed by the simplest things. You know that?" A snide voice laughed.
Bonnie looked to her wrist. She had created a bracelet with a mirror on it so that Mirror-Bonnie could come with her everywhere she went. Lifting her wrist, Bonnie smiled. "Nature relaxes me."
"Yeah. Whatever." Mirror-Bonnie huffed and crossed her arms.
"You're just jealous because I'm out here and you're stuck in there." Bonnie teased playfully, tapping the glass.
"You're so preppy. If you weren't me I would probably hate you."
"I love you too." Bonnie giggled and turned around, heading back to the shack.
"Why're you going back inside?" Mirror-Bonnie enquired.
"Because I want to read the rest of that book about roses."
"Why?"
"Because I think it's interesting and romantic."
Mirror-Bonnie made a gagging sound. "You're a sap, you know that?"
"I'm a hopeless romantic. I can't help it." Bonnie entered the shack and walked to the full length mirror. "Why do you hate romance so much?"
"If only you knew Bonnie. If only you knew." Mirror-Bonnie sighed.
"Then why don't you tell me?"
"Because I can't Bonnie! I can't." Mirror-Bonnie hissed harshly.
Bonnie flinched at her tone. "It's okay. I understand." Bonnie smiled reassuringly.
As she walked to her bed Bonnie got curious. She turned to the other door of the shack. Peeking through the window she could see a cute blonde boy lying against the bed that the familiar, beautiful girl was floating over, and another boy and a girl leaning over a laptop in the corner of the room.
She turned back to Mirror-Bonnie. "What would happen if I went through this door?"
Mirror-Bonnie looked at her sympathetically. "If you went through that door then you would go back to that horrible world."
This confused Bonnie. "Why is it so horrible? It looks fine to me." She stated peeking back through the window.
"It's unfair. The creatures that reside there are vicious and deadly. They care for nothing but themselves, and they break hearts for fun. It's a horrible, horrible place to live. If you could remember you would agree with me. After all that's why you're here in the first place isn't it? To escape?" Mirror-Bonnie's voice too on a fierce, protective tone as she spoke and then softened as she finished.
"Oh my." Bonnie whispered, horrified. That beautiful, peaceful looking world through the window sounded more like hell to her now. "That's horrible! Why on earth would anyone want to live there?"
"Some people aren't as lucky as us Bonnie." Mirror-Bonnie smiled. "They're not as special. They don't have places like this to escape to. They have no choice but to endure that horrible world."
With one last fleeting glance at the seemingly peaceful world, Bonnie returned to her bed and her book.
Well, there it is. What did you think?
I promise there will be more Damon in the next chapter and more action with Stefan and Co.
So, can anyone guess who/what 'Mirror-Bonnie' is? Sneak preview for anyone who gets it right ;)
(Answer will be revealed next chapter)
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