Songs: Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance, Take It Off - Kesha (for last scene...after Stefan scene)
"Love is not all romance. Love is mystery, love is misery. Love is a big piece of dark chocolate, bitter sweet and forbidden." - Unknown
"Leave me alone," Bonnie growls.
"I want to help you," Louis assures, reaching for her.
She steps to the side and eyes his hovering hand. He stares at the space where she once was, almost as frozen as a statue.
Bonnie clears her throat. "If you want to help me then get me clothes..."
Slowly, his eyes focus on her, hand remaining where it is. Suddenly, as if a happy switch flicks off in his brain, he smiles and removes the white t-shirt from his body. "Here." He hands it to her then heads towards the door.
After about five seconds, he turns to her and offers his hand. "Come," he commands.
"I don't think so. Not until you tell me what you want with me." She glances at Raulf and pulls the shirt closer to her body, eyebrows furrowing at the look in his eyes.
"But I did tell you...I told you everything."
She scoffs, returning her focus to him. "You told me nothing."
"I told you that I would protect you." He frowns. "Is that not good enough?"
"I'm supposed to trust you? Now, why would I do that?"
"Why would you not?"
His genuine confusion aggravates her. "I don't know. Maybe because you kidnapped me? Maybe because I have no idea where I am?"
"I did not kidnap you."
She almost snorts. "Then what do you call this?"
"I do not have the time to explain such things. I need you-"
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
He takes a step towards her only to be thrown out of the room.
Bonnie is slammed against bricks before she can even blink, shirt flying to the floor. Raulf presses the palm of his hand against her skin, directly between her breasts.
Her eyes widen as an intense heat fills her chest, almost as if she is going to burn from the inside out.
Her body begins to pulse, black veins appearing around Raulf's hand.
The door slams shut. The dark-haired warlock leans closer to the witch's face and licks his lips. "I tasted you before," he whispers. "Do you remember?"
Bang!
"Open the door!"
"Do you remember, Bonnie?" he repeats. His lips hover close to hers, so much so that she can almost taste his hot, metallic-flavoured breath on her tongue. "If it wasn't for them...I would have had you." He releases her. "I was so close," he says, more to himself than anyone else.
She falls to the concrete as he takes a step back. He stares down at her, two lines of blood falling from his nose.
His tongue is quick to take the crimson into his mouth.
The door bursts open, almost flying off its hinges as Louis runs to Bonnie's side. He takes her in his arms as she continues to pulse. Glaring, he looks up at Raulf. "What did you do?"
"You should recognize that mark, should you not?" He smiles.
Louis studies the black veins that swirl around Bonnie's chest; the familiarity makes him that much angrier.
"Reverse this," he demands.
Raulf licks his lips clean from red. "She pays the price for power...as we all must."
There was once a time when Damon thought Bonnie was unbreakable, immortal in the sense of her power. She was strong, more than any witch he'd ever met before.
A part of him knew that Jeremy's excuse for Bonnie suddenly leaving was bullshit. "She just wanted to get away," he had said. Sure, out of everyone in Mystic Falls, the witch deserved a vacation the most. However, she wasn't the type to do that. Bonnie just didn't leave and stop calling. She had become too mature for that, too selfless.
So when Jeremy had called a meeting, so to say, Damon was quite sure he was about to hear some more bullshit. He was beginning to create a plan with Caroline - Tyler was there but mostly silent out of confusion - when the young Gilbert called him and said that he needed help.
Now, Damon stands here listening to a crying Gilbert, displeased with the sight, yet all focus on him, regardless. What he says is aggravating, to say the least.
"She just disappeared?" he asks, eyes revealing his cynicism.
Jeremy looks at him, angry. "We need to find her."
Damon takes a sip from his bloody glass. "We?" He smiles sarcastically, eyes narrowing. "No. You, Baby Gilbert, are gonna stay here...mourn...whatever it is that you're going to do. But what you're not going to do is come with me and Caroline to fix your mistake."
Elena glances at him.
"And Elena," he adds, smiling. "Maybe Tyler...but...probably not."
Tyler frowns. "I'm coming."
"I'm coming, too. I can talk to ghosts...I'm the only one-"
"We'll call you if we need you." He sets the glass down.
"I'm coming," he says, determined.
Damon speeds over to the boy, grabbing him by the dark fabric of his shirt. "You are useless."
"Damon," Elena says.
"You will do nothing for us by being there," he continues. "You'll just get yourself killed."
"Damon."
Slowly, Damon releases Jeremy's shirt, forcing a smile. He turns to Elena. "Yes?"
She swallows, changing her mind about the importance of what she wanted to say. "Nothing, I just...We could use him. If she is on the Other Side...he could contact us with someone there and-"
"We could ask if they know where Bonnie is," Caroline finishes.
Damon frowns. "Oh? That's how easy it's going to be? Just like that." He snaps his fingers. "We're going to find her."
"It's worth trying."
He looks at Elena, annoyed with the hope in her eyes.
Her big, brown eyes.
He sighs in defeat. "Fine..." He points at Jeremy. "But if that doesn't work..." And it won't. "Then we're going with my plan."
Slowly, carefully, Louis slides his shirt over Bonnie's head.
"I'm sorry," he says as he pulls her arms through the sleeves. "I did not intend for you to suffer my fate...You were supposed to..." He sighs, pulling her into his arms and rising to his feet. It is difficult for him to find the right words to say to her even though he knows she can't hear him.
But even he is at a loss for words.
He has become obsessed with this limp witch in his arms in just a matter of minutes, obsessed with the need to keep her safe. He recognizes the feeling as something he had for Evios when they were alive; even still, he feels the need just as strong as the day they were murdered.
He had to protect The Son.
He swallows and looks away from the witch's face.
The memory of his failure is too raw for him to think of, even a thousand years later.
In his own way he has remained a protector of Evios even though the warlock doesn't need it any longer. Raulf is to thank for such a thing, of course. And now he is to thank for this mess he has made for both Evios and himself, even.
Perhaps Evios can reverse it?
His legs begin to move.
Yes, he can fix this.
He must fix this.
Raulf's bare feet press against cold concrete.
"Please, kill me," a man-like creature behind bars begs. "Take the pain away..."
His feet stop. Slowly, his head turns to the right.
The creature licks its cracked pale lips with an equally paper-dry tongue, a technique that the still human part of it would never forget. Its fingers wrap around one of the many dark needles protruding from its vein-less skin. It moans as its hand pulls at the sliver-like object.
Raulf watches, smiling at the handiwork of one of his more excruciating spells.
"Please," the creature repeats, shaking in pain.
"No."
He resumes walking.
"Nye! Nye!"
He focuses on another one of his creatures.
Its short arms stab through the bars, trying to get at whatever is behind it. It breathes deeply through two holes where its nose once was. "Nye! Here...come me...come! Nye!"
Raulf studies its empty eye sockets, trying to recall the name of the spell he used for this one.
It annoys him when no answer comes to mind.
"Come...me! Me!"
Raulf grabs one of its dark arms with a single hand. The spell comes to him instantly.
"Minmelo."
The dark creature shrinks back in fear of the word.
"You are hungry, Minmelo?"
Hesitantly, the creature nods.
"Then eat yourself."
Raulf walks away as the creature begins to do what was commanded of him.
"You are all fowl beasts, here for my pleasure...awaiting your end...but you shall never get it," he promises. "You will suffer for as long as I wish it." He smiles. "And I wish for it to be an eternity."
"You missed me, didn't you?" a brown-haired immortal questions.
Katherine lets her head snuggle closer to his chest. "I was just horny," she says.
"Oh?" He tilts her chin upward and looks into her eyes. "Are you sure?" Gently, slowly, his lips press against hers. She inhales loudly through her nose, heartbeat accelerating.
When he pulls away her eyes remain closed. He smiles, victorious.
"Just horny," she insists, fingers sliding down his arm.
"You love me," he says, convinced.
She looks up at him. "I loved you..once."
"You still do." He caresses her hip. "You love me." He kisses her again, this time more passionately. Quickly, he rolls on top of her, pinning her arms to the bed. He looks down at her. "You did not love Elijah." He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck, stopping just above her breast.
"I did love him," she corrects.
"But you stopped..."
His hands release her, moving instead to the sides of her face. Straddling her, he leans in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I never stopped loving you, Katherine."
Her heart skips a beat.
"I've always loved you...Elena was just a replacement..." Their eyes lock on one another. "And deep down...you always knew that...didn't you?"
She swallows, still stubborn. "Fool me once, shame on me-"
He silences her with another kiss. She leans forward, attempting to deepen the passion.
Ever the tease, he pulls away from her. "If you want me just say so...I will be yours...I will love you for the rest of my life...as I have for almost two-hundred years. Katherine," he says, face becoming serious. "All I need to hear...is that you feel the same...that all I have felt..."
For a moment, she feels as if he is truly being sincere.
"If you want to be with me forever..." Her fingers dance across his abs, eyes becoming seductive. "Then turn me."
"So you can run back to Elijah?" He moves to the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead. "I can't risk that, Katherine." He glances back at her. "I love you too much."
She frowns. "Stefan, you..."
The immortal shakes his head and stands.
Katherine watches him in silence as he gets dressed, frozen by the strangeness of all of this. After fully dressed he walks to her and plants a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Katherine...I will always love you...but..." He looks into her big, brown eyes. "You must love me back before I can turn you. I have to know that I am the one you want to spend eternity with."
Then he is gone.
And Katherine is still speechless.
Stefan feels little feet crawling on the skin beneath his clothing. He flops around like a fish, trying to remove them.
His heart beats fast, hard. Panic is beginning to set in but he knows he can't open his mouth or water will fill it, or maybe bugs.
They crawl up, higher and higher, almost to his chin.
He slaps at his neck, trying to prevent them from reaching his face.
It doesn't work.
When he opens his eyes he sees something black crawl onto his cornea. It begins to dig into his eyes, scratching and biting, pulling white into its mouth.
He screams bubbles.
Lights flash: red, yellow, blue, then multiple shades of purple.
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a...
Theron's right hand glows red, lines of the colour emanating from his skin.
There's a place down town where the freaks will come around
It's a hole in the wall
It's a dirty free for all
The red of his hand glows brighter, a sign that his prey is close. His eyes narrow as he scans the room. He inhales loudly, brown eyes becoming black.
And they...
Turn me on
When they...
Take it off
When they...
Take it off
Everybody take it off
He turns abruptly to the left and sees a woman walking through a door that says 'Ladies'. His face remains blank as he walks towards where she was.
There's a place I know if you're looking for a show
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor...
He hears laughter coming from a stall in the bathroom. He flashes his gun to the other women in the room. They raise their hands in surrender before he shoots them.
And they...
Turn me on
When they...
Take it off
A sixty-year-old man steps out from the once noisy stall with the red-haired woman he saw earlier. Again, he inhales, hand glowing at its brightest.
When they...
Take it off
He shoots her without hesitation. With the man he takes his time, slowly raising the gun to aim at his face. The man backs against the wall.
Everybody take it off.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know! Theron, I swear, I-"
The dark-haired man smiles, brushing strands away from his cheek with his free, pale hand. "You are lying, Greg. Now, tell me the truth this time."
"I don't know! You found me! You can find him, can't you?" he yells. "Why do you-"
"I cannot smell him," he growls.
The man falls to his knees. "I swear, I don't know where he is. Please..." His eyes fill with tears. "After everything I've done for you...Have mercy!"
"You did not answer my question." His finger tightens around the trigger. "One last chance."
He swallows, the wrinkles on his neck being stabbed at by his Adam's apple. "Mystic Falls," he whispers.
"It is such a shame to see you go."
The man's eyes widen just before his brains splatter against the wall behind him.
Theron lowers his gun to his side. Mystic Falls? So it shall be.
Author's Note: Your response to the question last chapter was interesting, Mrs. Anitra :) I'd probably want the same thing :P
I hope you all enjoyed! I'm starting to up the horror, though it isn't maximum horror...yet.