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Chapter 1
The Return
Bonnie POV
Last time on Love in the Time of Vampires:
I was kind of nervous to be bringing another vampire to Mystic Falls, especially one that Stefan didn't want here, but as Elena likes to repeat; we need help. Without my Grams for support, I need to make my own decisions. I just hope that this one won't be one to regret. I chanted the last of the spell as I sprinkled some water into the bowl again. The flames instantly went out. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's done." I declared.
….Love in the Time of Vampires… Love in the time of Vampires…..
We waited in silence as a gust of wind spread though the neglected church. It ruffled our hair and I shut my eyes so I could feel the power the wind carried run through me. When the wind had passed, I opened my eyes to a weary Elena. She looked around nervous, but after she was done surveying the empty church, she looked back at me.
"He didn't come." She said as she closed her eyes with a sad and pained expression on her face.
"According to the Grimwoire, it can take up to 24 hours, maybe more, for a Vampire to be summoned. He got the message; I guess it's going to take a little more than 30 seconds for this Damon to get here from wherever he is. Don't sweat!" I assured her with a smile. She nodded and took a deep breath.
"All right, let's get out of here. This place forever gives me the creeps!" she exclaimed with a smile. We hurried out of the church and made it to her car in one piece without any encounters with any Vampires, thank God.
"So, where to now?" she asked me as she drove past the cemetery.
"I don't know. I just thought I'd go and hang out with Stefan for a little bit." She shrugged. Her eyes sparkled at the mention of her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Yeah, sure. You do that. Just drop me off at the boarding house; Zach promised he'd show me some moves today." I told her with an excited nod. I'd been looking forward to the day Zach taught me some new moves. I'd been learning to fight since the Vampires showed up and Zach, Stefan's "uncle", has been teaching me some really cool moves. We soon arrived at the boarding house and Elena parked the car in the drive way. As we were both getting out, Stefan came out with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Girls." Stefan greeted us. Elena's eyes lit up at the sight of him and she inched closer to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. Kissing her forehead, I smiled at him and went inside. I didn't think they were going to stay out there for long anyway. They would probably go out, maybe to the Mystic Grill.
"Zack?" I called out into the large house. I walked down the parlor and into the living room. He wasn't there so, I put down my duffel bag with my training clothes on the couch in front of the unlit fire place.
"Zach?" I called out again as I walked up the stairs of the vast house. I finally found him in his office upstairs.
"Bonnie, there you are! I thought I heard someone call my name. How are you doing? Have you been practicing the moves I showed you last week?" he asked enthusiastically. He always was a nice person and so happy to see other people. I smiled at him and nodded.
"I'm great, you? And yes, I have been practicing and mind you, I've become very good, so you might want to watch out." I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. He chuckled and said;
"We'll see. Why don't you start changing and I'll meet you down stairs." He suggested, his brown hair falling into his face. He pushed it away before I nodded with a smile and went downstairs to retrieve my duffel bag.
After I dressed, I went down to the cellar. It was the only place we could practice combat without the fear of breaking anything, since the house was filled with old and expensive things, it was best to keep the fighting somewhere things can't be broken in.
The cellar was a depressing place. It was old and the wall's paint was peeling off as well as the wall stone itself. To tell the truth, it kind of looked like a dungeon. Well, this was a White household in the 1860s. Not to mention; it is the South. I sighed as I walked by the prison like room at the top of the stairs. There were creepy things down there; a lot of rooms I decided to not question about or try to explore. There were rooms with purple flowers growing in them. I knew it was ravaine, but I stayed smart and kept my mouth shut about it.
When I finally got to the bottom, I saw what Zack put out; a punching bag! Cool! This is the first time I'm going to punch something that can't actually hit me back! That thought made me laugh. My training clothes consisted of a light purple tank top that ended just below my stomach and a pair of army Capris. My long brown hair was made into a French twist and I put on my punching mittens. They were these tiny, thin gloves you put on that protected you from the force of your hits toward the punching bag.
I walked to the side of the room and flipped on the stereo player. The song that came on was Karaoke to the song I Will Not Bow – Breaking Benjamin. I loved to sing while I practiced so I started punching the bag to the country tune of the song.
Now The dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in
I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break
I Will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Watch the end from dying eyes, now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to heaven
All is lost again but I'm not giving in
I will not bow, I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Little did I know that someone was watching me the entire time. The man who was standing, hidden, on the stairs had black hair and bright blue eyes. He was about 20 years old and he was defiantly a Vampire. He had that arrogant theme about him. One that insisted he couldn't be touched or messed with.
He regarded me with interest, surprise, protectiveness and… possessiveness? Well, that's what I think it was. I didn't see him at all while I was training and singing, for I was too absorbed in what I was doing. I practiced almost every move I could think of. Back flip, and then kick, jumping backward to punch something with my elbows, and doing fancy leg moves even. I tried everything as the song came to an end.
And I'll survive, paranoid I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold blooded, fake
I will shut the world away
I will not bow, I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change and I am not proud, cold blooded, fake
I will shut the world away.
I was huffing and puffing by then as I went to turn off the stereo. Suddenly, I heard someone on the stairs and looked to my right. Zach was coming down with a pitcher of lemonade. He had a smile on his face as he descended the stairs.
If I could see the vampire at the time, I would have known that when he heard Zach approaching the stairs, he dashed downstairs with vampire speed that was invisible to human eyes. He hid in one of the ajar rooms to the side of the basement.
"Hey, Zach. Thanks!" I exclaimed happily as I took one of the full glasses of lemonade.
"Your welcome, so what's up in the teenage world?" he asked as he grabbed a rusty old chair from the far end of the basement and sat backwards on it. I put the lemonade down and started gently punching the bag.
"Nothing much, I guess. Caroline Forbes is running for class president again." I said as I recalled that I still had to go over to her house on Saturday to help her with the banners and charts.
"Sounds interesting." Muttered Zack, pursing his lips. I laughed at his attempt of enthusiasm.
"Yeah, right. You know I hate those things. The only reason I do them is because Caroline forces me to." I admitted. A huge grin came to his face.
"Yeah, I do recall some complaining on your part last month when Caroline ran for School Treasurer." He chuckled again.
"Well, then, you can remember how I had to spend the whole day trying to cheer her up when she lost." I retorted. He smiled a sweet smile.
"You're a good kid, Bonnie. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He told me seriously, but kindly. It made me smile to think that at least one person thought that about me. I didn't even think it about myself most of the time.
"All right, enough with the chit chat, it's time for you to show me those moves you've been so keen on practicing today." I turned as he started to get up.
"Okay, so this is called a….
A whole hour later….
I was standing next to the island in the kitchen, cooking some pasta with white sauce and chicken when Stefan and Elena just got back from their date downtown. I smiled as they came inside.
"Hey, Guys. What's up?" I asked them as I drizzled some parsley onto the pasta.
"Hey, Bonnie, what'cha doin'?" replied Elena with another question.
"Making lunch." Was my only reply as I turned around and picked up the pot of frying chicken.
"I didn't know you could cook," asked Stefan as he grabbed a fork and was just about to plunge it into the pasta. I swatted his hand away and glared at him.
"Hey, you can wait until it's done, and yes, I can cook. I am a girl, aren't I?" I dared him to reply, but he just smiled at him and apologized for trying to smuggle out some pasta. Elena giggled at our encounter.
"She has been cooking since we were kids. It's one of her things. You should see what she can do when she is mad or upset. Last year, when she and Chad broke up, she made a whole dozen cupcakes for each household… in the neighborhood. And then there was still a whole bunch of cake left over!" Elena retold the story. I glared at her and said;
"Hey! I was upset. I bake when I'm upset." I declared, putting my hands on my hips. Elena has known me since we were in diapers. She knew that baking was something I did when I was upset or mad. Just like writing was what she did when she was upset or mad.
"What are you all yelling about?" came Zach's voice from the living room. He entered the kitchen and his eye brows went up when he saw that I had cooked.
"You actually cooked? I thought you were joking when you said you'd make some lunch." He said, astounded.
"No, I actually meant it." I said very slowly as if I were talking to 3 year olds because that's what I felt they acted like sometimes.
"Whatever." He declared with a playful glare. I stuck my tongue out at them and turned to get some mozzarella to top the pasta with.
An hour later…
"Great pasta, Bonnie. I really didn't know you could cook, never mind cook good." Commented Zach. That made me glare.
"What are you implying? That even if I could cook, I couldn't cook good?" I asked him, but it didn't make much sense.
"Cut it out." yelled Elena as she grabbed her car keys. We were just about to head back home when Zach commented on lunch.
"Whatever! Thanks for the training, Zach. See you later." I muttered as Elena and I piled out into the car. We drove home quickly and then after she dropped me at my house, I realized that I had left my duffel bag at the boarding house. Crap! That thing had the Grimwoire in it! I mentally kicked myself at my forgetfulness. I sighed and then decided to shower and then pick it up later.
After I showered and dressed, I went downstairs and got into my car, but not before I said bye to my dad. He was just about to settle down for a nap when I left.
"Hello," I answered my ringing mobile phone.
"Hey, Bonnie. It's me, Caroline." Came Caroline's voice from the phone.
"Oh, hi." I said hesitantly.
"So, I was thinking we could do a…" I didn't hear what she said next because the only thing my mind could register right then was the fact that I just hit someone with my car. My phone fell to the ground upon impact and I shut off the car in a frenzy.
"Oh my God!" I yelled as I ripped the car door open and jumped out. A man was lying, face up on the ground. Even though he could have been dead, I couldn't help thinking about how attractive he was. He had dark black hair and was pale. He looked 20 at most and was tall, well built and very cute.
Ah! What the hell am I doing? I just ran this dude over and I'm thinking about how cute he is? Call 911, Idiot! I mentally scolded myself into running back to my car and dialing 911, but the minute I flipped open my phone and started dialing, my phone was ripped out of my hands. I looked my my left where the person stood and saw that the guy I hit was now standing to my left, holding my phone. My eyes widened and I looked back at the impact sight. The man who I had run over was gone.
I was so surprised that I gasped when I turned back to look at the man holding my phone. He smirked and… started introducing himself.
"Hi, I'm Damon Salvatore or basically the guy you just hit with your car." He said. I looked at him with wide eyes, but I soon got lost in his icy blue eyes. They were so azure that I couldn't stop looking into them.
"Damon Salvatore?" I said, snapping out of my reverie.
"Yup, that's me. Now, would you care to tell me why you summoned me?" he asked with raising his eyebrows.
25 minutes later…
"So, you summoned me… because my brother needs my help?" he asked.
"Well, yeah." I replied, getting off the log I was sitting on some ways into the forest.
"And why exactly should I help him?" he asked, pursing his lips.
"Why the hell shouldn't you?" I asked getting annoyed. He raised one eyebrow and then lowered it.
"Um… well, maybe because it's not my problem." He told me.
"If you didn't care, you wouldn't have come. Bottom line is; you care and you're going to help." I told him.
"You're a witch, aren't you?" he inquired with a smirk.
"Emily's great granddaughter, am I right?" he continued with his inquiry.
"Dude, I really don't even want to know how you know that, but bottom line is; we need your help, okay? The vampires have been killing a lot of people and no one is safe." I declared, turning away from him when I got to the part of the vampires. He got up with a curious expression on his face.
"We? I wasn't aware you needed my help." He said to me. I turned to him again, shaking my head.
"Do I look like one of those mindless bimbos you usually date? This isn't just about me and the only reason you're not on the ground wailing in pain is because we need your help. If you're not going to help, then suggest you get the hell out of Mystic Falls, before I decide to give you multiple aneurisms." I stated, glaring at him. I knew who I was then, and I wasn't about to just let him walk all over me. I needed to be strong and I needed to not let him intimidate me. Up till then, he was our only hope. He looked at me skeptically before nodding once.
"Fine, you need my help. I'll help you, but only if you tell me where I can find Elena Gilbert. I hear she's a dead ringer for Katherine." He avowed.
Crap
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*Story Soundtrack: - I Will Not Bow – Breaking Benjamin