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Chapter 6 on Immortal Soul.

Bonnie sat in her bed, journal in hand; but she didn't know what to right about. She already wrote about school, the poem, their conversation, but she didn't know what to write about her feelings.

Yes, she felt something of fear, guilt, confusion, pain and more…but how to put something so strong and powerful into words? She gave up though, and put away her journal.

She was afraid of fall asleep. What happen if I dream of that voice again? She thought, frightened.

An hour pass, two, three, until finally sleep came to her… as well as the Nightmare.

(inside dream)

Bonnie look around her surroundings. It was a sunny day, the breeze mild, a few puffy clouds in the blue sky. Birds singing, squirrels running, children laughing, in one word everything was perfect.

"Glad you like this place" said a voice behind her, making Bonnie yelp and turn quickly. There was a teenage boy sitting on a huge stone staring off into the woods.

He was like Damon's height though a bit taller, have light brown shaggy hair almost blond that reach over his forehead. His skin was clear and a little tan.

He was wearing a white t- shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and some Jordan sneakers.

"W-who are you?" Bonnie quietly said. "My name is Marcus, pleasure to meet you Bonnie" he answered, charmingly. "How do you know me?" he chuckled and turn to face her.

Some of his hair cover his eyes but she could see that his eyes where blue-gray-ish…it reminded Bonnie of the ocean when once her family went on vacation.

"Don't you remember me? You dreamt me once…well only my voice anyway." he replied, smirking. That smirk looks familiar, but where have I seen it? She thought then her eyes widened.

Bonnie went straight into alert mode; this is the guy who threatened her. "Why have you threatened me?" she demands, determined not to show any fear in her words.

Marcus stood up, pace gracefully toward Bonnie, and gently touch her left cheek while answering "You'll know in good time, my love. Just wait…patients is a virtue you know."

Suddenly it grew dark, the wind pick up speed. Bonnie twirled around, people her walking toward her. Like zombies in a Resident Evil movie.

They had red, glowing eyes, and holding any weapon that could cause her harm. "What are you doing?" she asks, panicking.

The people answered her, however it sounded sort of like a poem. "The one who no one loved, the one no one enjoyed, the one who suffered for eternity, the one who made a heroic death." they repeated it, each time growing more louder than the last.

"Stop, stop it!" Bonnie cried, covering her ears, protecting them from their scratchy voices. "The one who no one loves, the one no one enjoyed…" they said, louder and louder.

"Stop it!" she yells "What wrong BonBon? Can't handle the pressure. You killed him after all. You're a murder Bonnie…a murder." Marcus laughs.

"Murder, Murder, Murder…" the people chanted, "Murder, Murder, Murder!"

"No, no, no!" she screams as they began to close around her, suddenly growing taller and louder,

until you can only see there glowing deathly red eyes.

"Nooo…"

~out of dream~

"oooo!" she yelled, sitting up. Bonnie gasp for air, she was sweating and shacking in fear.

"Just a dream" she whispered, but who was she fooling.

This was much more than an ordinary bad dream…much more.

Slowly she layed back in her sheets, trying to forget the dream, she close her eyes once more.

~school: in a classroom~

"…in each poem, the authors uses the literary devices I showed you yesterday. Today you will create a poem-any subject you want it to be. Just use some of the devices.

Any questions? No, okay class get started." said Ms. Locket. Bonnie gave a small sigh, language wasn't her favorite class; mainly we right poems…and she sucks at poems.

But is her grade and future, though hoping she'll have a future…

Anyway a few minutes pass and nothing came to her mind. She look at her neighbors, Elisabeth Seaver was making her…third poem!

Bonnie turn to her right, Mark Foley, a nerd looking boy was to busy looking at Sydney Levy- captain of the cheerleading squat. (Guess you can see why he was looking at her. Boys).

Sighing again Bonnie look down at her paper, hoping some inspiration would come in mind. Then she gasps; her blank-line paper was already written on with red ink.

No not ink…but blood. It's said

The one who no one loved,

The one no one enjoyed,

The one who suffered for eternity,

The one who made a heroic death.

She couldn't believe this was really happening; these are the same thing that the zombie-people were saying in her dream.

"Alright time's up, we will be presenting these on Monday…right, well class dismissed"

Everyone gather their supplies and headed out the door, everyone except Bonnie. She was in shock to do anything.

W-what is this? Another poem? Is this the continuation of the first? Does this have something to do with Marcus? Questions were swirling in her head, that she didn't notice Ms. Locket calling her.

"Bonnie…Bonnie…Bonnie!" Bonnie flinch, blinking rapidly for a second she look up to Ms. Locket. "I'm fine, Ms. Locket…just spaced out" she answered as she got up.

"You sure dear, you look a bit pale"

"Don't worry, I'm fine" she replied, gather her thing quickly and scurry out the door into the hallway.

~In lunchroom~

"Guys, look what happen in my language class" said Bonnie as she place the paper on the table. Stefan grab it first and examined it. Without a word he passes it to Elena who gasps instantly.

"Is this…" 'Blood?" Stefan cut in, "Yes it is." "What is it?" Matt asks, Elena read the poem out loud. 'Looks like we got another piece of the puzzle" said Meredith as she bit down at her apple.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Bonnie started, "I had another dream, this time I saw a person…" She quickly explains her dream. Matt shook his head furiously, "Marcus? What the hell does he want from you!"

"I don't know! He didn't tell me!" Bonnie practically semi-yelled back at him. This is too much for me. First Katherine, then Klaus, then Shinichi and Misao, plus there master. How much must I suffer?

"Bonnie its okay. Relax" said Elena.

"Elena is not alright! Some guy is after me and you this it's alright! Well is not my fault that you fell in love with to boys who happens to be brothers. And you had nothing to worry about if one died…you had a spare. And that what happen, Damon died… and Stefan is you spare"

Everyone was stunned of what Bonnie said. Elena was speechless.

After a few uncomfortable minutes Stefan cleared his throat "We'll take about this poem at the Bordering House"

They all nodded and headed to their next class.

~At the Bordering House~

"Alright, like how Meredith said this poem is the second piece of the long puzzle we're in. So this might be the continuation of the first poem" Stefan suggest as they all enter the house.

Matt, Bonnie, and Meredith sat on the couch while Elena in the armchair and Stefan pacing up and down.

Bonnie took out the paper and read the first line. "The one who no one loved. Well clearly it's someone who was neglected- probable never known compassion. understanding, warmth, happiness, love, in other words- someone who was felt in the dark"

Matt nodded and read the second line.

"The one no one enjoyed. Maybe it means not enjoyed as in company. Someone to be around with. Someone who was neglected, dismissed like a dog"

"It could be" Meredith answered, thoughtfully. "The one who suffered for eternity. This person had a live of misery- maybe physically and mentally. Eternity…no human can live for eternity…this person must he something supernatural."

"You're right Meredith. No human can live forever except one of supernatural like me- a vampire" said Stefan.

Elena read out the last line,

"The one who made a heroic death….whoever it is, is dead. So how can this person defeat Marcus if he/she is dead?"

"And who is the one who fits these descriptions?" Stefan asked, the other look confuse as well.

"Who is it? Who?"

Sorry I didn't had it a long chapter I been busy. Who can guess is the one they talk about in the poems?

And Yazz Pattz Salvatore please tell be the book and page of which memory you want.

I been looking for one but didn't find it so please can you do this favor thanks!

Review and I'll be back!