*nervously creeps onto your screen* Hello, guys. It's me. Uhhhhh. I don't really know what to say right now to make this okay. I guess I should start with: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting for an obscenely long amount of time. I was in a bad place for a while but I'm back now. If anybody is still out there, here, finally, is an update. Thank you to everyone who send me a message, on tumblr, private messaging, or as a review, asking me where the hell I was and I'm glad to be finally able to give you something :) So, to my readers who have been here since I posted the first chapter, and to my readers who have only just come across this little fic, I say hello, and hello again :) Love you all xo
Recap: Klaus and Bonnie are in Italy. Klaus is looking for the sword to the cure (yea, we're waaay back in season 4 lol) and he's brought Bonnie along with him because in this universe everybody fancies the pants of her. How it should be really. Everyone else back in Mystic Falls is dealing with Connor, that vampire hunter. Stefan is kinda in an alliance with Klaus for the cure. Bonnie doesn't know why she's the centre of everyone's attention yet and she still hasn't got her magic back since she put Tyler-Klaus back in his own body and the spirits decided to be lil bitches.
It's been only a day since Klaus took Bonnie. The longest two days of my life. The only salvation from this torture is the knowledge that somewhere in the world, there is a cure for vampires. I can give Bonnie everything she needs. I can have the mortal life I've dreamt of and spend it with her – if I can get it. So that's what I need to do. No matter what Klaus asks, no matter what lies I have to tell or secrets I have to keep. I'll do it. No matter what it takes.
Stefan paused, pen hovering over the paper of his journal as the sound of his phone vibrating against hardwood interrupted the silence. He snatched up the device upon seeing a text from Klaus, but his brows knitted together when he read the message, and saw no news of Bonnie. Instead, it read: 'We have a problem.'
Bonnie stretched her limbs after the few hours' sleep she'd managed to get since Klaus practically blackmailed her into getting some shut eye. She wouldn't admit it, but he was right; she needed it. Although, it wasn't exactly a peaceful sleep. Nightmares of her Grams suffering at the spirit's hands still haunted her subconscious. Dark black shadows clawed at her aged faced as Bonnie watched, until she screamed for help, for mercy. But Bonnie could do nothing to stop them.
She blinked the horrifying images away and glanced at the clock. 6:21pm. She'd slept the day away, although restlessly, which would mean Klaus would come through with his promise of a 'family reunion'. Whatever that meant anyway. She hauled herself out of bed and blindly padded towards the en suite, with a hand pressed to her forehead – as if it would help block out the memories of her dreams (which it didn't). She locked the door behind her and hopped into the shower, sighing as the warm water pelted against her bare skin. She thought about home, which felt so far away, and so long ago, although it had barely been a day. She wondered if her Dad had even noticed she was gone yet. After some amount of time – after she'd almost scrubbed her skin bare – a tentative knocking on the door made her jolt back into reality. She suddenly realised she was shivering; the water had begun to run cold. How long had she been standing there?
"Bonnie?" Klaus' husky accented voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the running water and the closed door. She quickly turned the shower off as Klaus began to knock again and stepped out into the damp, condensed air. "We have to go soon, sweetheart."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, wishing he would stop calling her that. It was a term he reserved for the likes of Caroline, and sometimes Elena back in the 'real world'. She looked around the small bathroom and cringed. "Klaus?"
He stopped knocking. "Yes, love?"
"You got a towel?"
She couldn't see him, but she could almost feel his smirk from the other side of the door.
"Is there not one in there?"
"Clearly, since I'm asking," she snapped.
There was a faint whooshing sound as he sped off and not a second later he returned, chuckling quietly. Bonnie stood close to the other side of the door, opened it only a crack, and stuck her hand out. She was half expecting him to pull some kind of trick but instead, a thick soft towel was placed gently into her palm. She wrapped her fingers around it gratefully and quickly shut the door. "Thanks," she muttered quietly, knowing with his heightened senses he would be able to hear.
Klaus almost smiled. "We'll be leaving in about forty minutes," he said through the door, "try your best to make yourself look presentable."
Bonnie snorted. "You gonna tell me where we're going? What we're doing? Who we're seeing?"
There was a long pause and for a moment she'd wondered if he'd walked off.
"Well if I told you, Bonnie, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?"
Bonnie wrapped the plush white towel around her tentatively as the ringtone of Klaus' phone sounded.
"Forty minutes, Bonnie," he reminded her before she heard the sound of his footsteps retreat to some other corner of the luxurious Italian villa.
"How the hell did Connor escape?" Stefan asked irritably, as he knelt next to the beheaded hybrid corpse in Klaus' mansion.
The original hybrid sighed from the other end of the phone line. It was ironic how he knew what was going on in that town better than Stefan did, despite being over four thousand miles away. "I blame mind-numbing incompetence but pointing fingers isn't going to help me. You are."
"He could be anywhere now," Stefan argued.
"Think, Stefan," Klaus griped, "He took the hybrid's head which means he wants werewolf toxin..."
"He wants to stay in Mystic Falls to kill vampires," Stefan finished.
"Yes, a pity for you as I'm half the world away digging up a dead hunter and his sword. You have no access to my blood and therefore the antidote. Nevertheless, his tattoo is still our only map to the cure, so your task is quite simple: find him, catch him and above all keep him alive. He's no good to us dead."
Stefan shook his head despite the fact Klaus couldn't see him. "Damon's made it his life's mission to end him. If they cross paths-"
"-You'll need to keep Damon in check then, won't you?"
"It would be a lot easier if I could just tell him the truth," Stefan said through gritted teeth.
"You trust Damon with the cure?" Klaus countered, "Your brother has made his intentions towards Bonnie quite clear-"
"-And so have you. Difference is; I trust Damon a hell of a lot more than I trust you."
Klaus inhaled deeply and paced the length of the master bedroom as he tried to control his temper. "The more who find out about the cure, the more who will go after it. We do not want to draw attention to this. Nations have gone to war over less," he warned, "Let me make something very clear, Stefan: Tell one soul about the cure and I will throw the sword into the Mediterranean and we can end this quest right now. No cure for you, leaving your future with Bonnie no more than a cloud of uncertainty. Am I understood?"
A sudden creak in the hall caught his attention. "Get it done," he ordered before hanging up.
He all but jumped out of his bedroom but was only met with empty expanse. Klaus' eyes narrowed.
He stood impossibly still for a moment, listening, before blurring at almost the speed of light to Bonnie's designated bedroom. He wasn't surprised to find it empty. "Witch," he bellowed, "you should know playing hide and seek with a vampire is senseless."
The floorboards creaked behind him again and he turned to see Bonnie standing in the doorway. For a moment he completely forgot his anger because he was overcome with shock. Bonnie Bennett was still wet and glistening from the shower, her hair damp but just beginning to dry into its natural wildly curly state, with nothing more than the fluffy white towel wrapped around her naked body. He swallowed hungrily, eyes darkening. Something animalistic stirred within him.
Bonnie's hand shot up and gripped the towel to hold it in place securely as Klaus took a step towards her. "Klaus," she cautioned.
He continued his slow advance until he was barely inches away from her. True to his word, he didn't touch her – but his gaze was heavy enough to compensate. Bonnie swallowed as she watched his eyes unlock from hers to roam over her lips, down to her neck – where she was sure he was watching her pulse – down to where the towel hugged her dark skin. They slowly raked back up again; clouded with lust or anger…she wasn't sure which. Possibly both. She suddenly became hyperaware of her situation, and although she was barely covered her skin burned hot. She needed to get out.
"Why were you out of your room?" he asked dangerously.
"I was looking for you."
Klaus narrowed his eyes and his head tilted to the side, minutely. It was a prompt for her to explain.
Bonnie cleared her throat. She needed to think of a genuine excuse as well as try to be as unsexy as possible. "I need a European plug adapter. For my straighteners."
His eyes glanced down to somewhere around her neck again.
"I was wondering if you had one," she added, hoping to distract him.
"Is that right?" he asked, taking a step forward; forcing her to take one back. "You weren't standing outside my door, by any chance?"
"You haven't even shown me which one's your room," she pointed out.
Klaus' lip twitched. The sound of her increased heartbeat was raging in his ears, and her skin was emanating a soft, spicy aroma from the body wash. He was itching to touch her and although she had sworn him not to, his resolve was crumbling. He wasn't Elijah, after all. "Are you asking for an invitation?"
Yes. "No," Bonnie said immediately. "Can you just get me an adapter? Please?" she added hastily.
She watched the hybrid take a deep breath, as she held her own, before giving her one last look over. She stepped aside to allow him to pass out of the doorway and he stormed away.
As soon as he was out of the vicinity Bonnie's body deflated and she leaned against the nearest wall for support. She knew he would be back soon, and would need to gather herself, but for now she concentrated on breathing properly as she put a hand over her mouth. She could only hope that she had managed to fool Klaus, although she could never be sure.
She had been standing outside his door. And she had heard every word that came out of Klaus' mouth. Unfortunately she could only guess at what Stefan had been saying.
She tried to organise the new information in her head, although what she heard didn't seem to make much sense. A cure? A cure for what?
Upon hearing Klaus approaching down the hallway again, Bonnie quickly straightened herself. When he came into the room now, it seemed he also had managed to get a hold of his composure. Any emotion she might have seen in his eyes not half a minute ago was gone, replaced by cold indifference. Bonnie swallowed nervously as he held out the plug adapter for her to take from his hand. She couldn't tell if he knew she was lying about overhearing his phone call, or if he was simply just being…well, Klaus.
She reached out to take the adapter carefully. As her small hand wrapped around the object, Klaus' fingers curled slightly, barely gripping her wrist. Bonnie didn't breath, but continued to pull her hand away, and it slowly slid through his.
"You've wasted a lot of time," he said emotionlessly, "We're leaving in half an hour."
Without looking her in the eye, he turned and zoomed out of the room, leaving Bonnie staring rigidly at where his skin had brushed against hers.
"So we each take a different entrance, hit him at the same time," Damon finished, smacking a fist against his palm for emphasis.
Tyler raised his eyebrows doubtfully whilst Elena sat on the couch, unresponsive. Damon's shoulders slumped. Even though he was putting extra effort into being annoyingly peppy (he was taking notes from Caroline) the group was clearly flagging. And it wasn't hard to figure out why. Bonnie had been gone all but 24 hours and already half the gang had been taken hostage by the hunter, in the freaking Grill, of all places. What was his life?
"Stefan's here," he heard Elena's voice say, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Damon turned to see his brother rounding the corner. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Figuring out a plan," Stefan replied bluntly.
"We have a plan," Damon shrugged, "I'm gonna rip Connor's heart out and feed it to him."
Stefan swallowed. The hunter certainly wasn't helping the job of keeping him alive an easy one. The younger Salvatore knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park by any stretch of the imagination, what with him being Damon's new number one enemy, but he wasn't expecting Connor to go and paint a target on his back. Whose clever idea was it to have the map to the cure invisibly tattooed onto a psychotic vampire slayer? He sighed. "That's not a plan. We have to be careful; Connor has Jeremy, Matt and April all in there as hostages."
"Hence the open heart surgery," Damon retorted.
Stefan stared at his brother drolly. "Did you not hear what I just said?"
"Guys," Tyler interrupted before another bickering session ensued, "I called in the hybrids to help too. My friends, the ones that aren't sired. There's not many of them but they surely can take that dick down."
"Great!" Damon turned, "I knew you were useful for something."
Tyler rolled his eyes whilst his girlfriend entered the room.
"I got my mom to close off the street," she announced as the blonde curls bounced off her shoulders, "We're good to go."
"I don't see why we're all still standing here then," Damon said, grabbing his jacket.
Stefan held up his hands. "Wait. This guy is known for setting traps, we can't just go walking into it." He was grasping at straws as the situation was slowly slipping out of his control.
"Why don't we just call Bonnie?" Caroline suggested.
Damon stared at her. "I think she has enough on her plate already, Barbie."
"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure she'd be able to come up with something better than whatever none-plan it is we have going on here!" she snapped.
"Damon, please," Stefan interrupted, realising that since Damon had elected himself some sort of twisted team leader, it was him that needed to be reasoned with. He bore into his brother's bright blue eyes until they finally softened.
"Fine. Fine!" Damon relented. "You get one hour to come up with something; otherwise we're all going in there."
Stefan nodded in reluctant agreement and left the room. He needed to make a long-distance phone call, but before he could, he was stopped by Caroline shouting his name.
"What's up?" he asked, brows knitting at her concerned expression.
She hesitated, searching for the right words. "How are you doing?" she finally asked.
"I'm fine," he shrugged.
"Really? Cause I checked out your fridge yesterday…"
Stefan squirmed. "I'm fine Caroline, really. I'm just…adjusting."
"To life without Bonnie? By…drinking dry every blood bag in the house?"
He scratched at his wrist anxiously. "I'm handling it Caroline. I have go, I'll talk to you later."
Klaus grimaced as he saw Stefan's caller ID flash up on his phone for the second time that night. He glanced up to see Bonnie peeking at the phone screen from where she sat; adjacent to him in the taxi seat. Well, sort of taxi. He'd compelled the owner of a Lamborghini to drive them around free of charge, which Bonnie had silently judged him for. Her eyes quickly darted away. "Let's just skip past the part where you pretend you don't know Stefan and I are keeping in contact, shall we love?"
Bonnie stared at him shrewdly but didn't say a word as he answered the phone. She could guess that he had known all along that she had eavesdropped on the previous call, then. She watched him listen for a moment, and as the seconds ticked by his expression grew more and more impatient. Bonnie wished she could hear whatever it was Stefan was saying; it would be comforting to hear a friendly voice for the first time in what felt like forever, but it was likely that whatever the news was would unsettle her.
"You expect me to care about bloody hostages?" Klaus asked in disbelief, after his once-upon-a-time friend had finished updating him about how, in just 24 hours, half of the Mystic Falls gang had managed to get themselves captured, with the other half in the midst of preparing a murder plan. Bonnie almost jumped out of her seat at his exclamation, though, and he made a mental note to choose his words more carefully. He couldn't have her worrying about her petty friends any more than she already was if he wanted her to concentrate on getting her magic back.
"Well maybe you should," Stefan's disembodied voice replied through the phone speaker, "Damon does. So does Caroline; Tyler; Elena…if any of them get to Connor then you just wasted a trip to Italy."
Why did the little bastard sound so smug? "Oh I don't know about that Stefan," Klaus said suggestively, grinning as he eyed the beauty sitting next to him.
Stefan barely refrained from smashing his phone but chose to ignore the comment. "I can buy us some time but Damon's getting antsy so if you want Connor alive, you better get your hybrids on board with my plan."
Klaus groaned inwardly. If he wanted something done right he may as well bloody do it himself. "Alright, Stefan. I'll send someone in."
He hung up the phone and waited expectantly for Bonnie's onslaught of questions. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but he rose his finger to stop her.
"We're here," he said.
Bonnie blinked quickly and opened the car door before Klaus or anyone else could do it for her, and stepped out onto the cobbled pavement. The air was warm, despite the darkness of the night, and a light breeze caressed her bare shoulders and legs. In the end, she had gone with wearing a simple yet stunning off-shoulder skater dress in black. She didn't usually wear black, but today she was. Head to toe.
Klaus also stepped onto the street and the Lamborghini slinked away smoothly, leaving a wide expanse of space between them. He gestured behind her and she turned to see an old, creamy brick building, with beautiful vines crawling up the side and roses overflowing from the plant baskets that sat outside each window. The whole street was lit with a dim, orange glow and Bonnie realised that, like this one, all of the villas around were large and luxurious.
"Where are we, Klaus?"
He smiled. "A little suburb just outside of Florence," he answered, appearing at her side. "Would you like to go inside?"
She turned to him. "I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into first. Who lives in there?"
"Technically Rebekah, although I don't think she knows I'm using the place," he grinned, showing the dimples that played on his grizzly cheeks.
"Okay, let me rephrase then," she said, "Who's in there as of right now? Why are we here?"
"Believe it or not, Bonnie, the reason I brought you with me to Italy was not to seduce or torment you, or even tear you away from your friends…"
Bonnie raised her eyebrows.
"Alright maybe that was in the back of my mind but it wasn't my first priority," he admitted without shame.
She rolled her eyes. "So what was you first priority?"
"Getting you your magic back. You're no use to me human Bonnie, and it couldn't have been done in Mystic Falls what with all those little brats running around distracting you. I suppose technically this is my second priority seeing as my number one concern is my business with Stefan," he mused. "I have a lot of little projects going on, you see…"
"Wait," Bonnie stammered, putting up her hand to stop him, "why do you care whether I get my magic back?" she asked. Surely, he'd be relieved to have her out of the way; not a threat anymore?
He stared at her like it was obvious. "It never hurts to have a resident witch by your side, love."
"Except I'm not on your side," she snorted.
"Ah, but you are," he argued, smiling, "you saved my life, remember?"
"To save my friends."
He chuckled. "Nonetheless… I suspect you'll get bored of them soon enough. You're not like them, Bonnie. You're powerful – sorry – could be powerful," he corrected himself.
"I'm not like you," she reminded him. And she reminded herself.
"You can tell yourself that, love, if it helps you sleep at night." Klaus took a step closer to her, so close that his fresh breath fanned against her cheeks. "You may have an annoyingly sound moral compass but I've seen you use dark magic. I've seen you bask in it when the rush runs through your veins; I've watched you taste the power of the darkness and be hungry for more when it leaves you."
Bonnie swallowed, her throat was dry, her breath strangled. "You're wrong," she managed to get out.
"Am I?" he countered. "Alright then, sweetheart, if I'm wrong, then why don't we just leave? Right now?"
He walked a few strides away from her, to the side of the road. With a wave of his hand, the sleek black Lamborghini was back, and he'd opened the door ready for her.
"Come along," he offered.
She grasped at her clutch tightly for some form of release as her eyes lowered to the floor but she didn't move from where she stood. Klaus' rose bud lips tugged upwards as he realised he'd won, although he'd never expected to lose. He never did.
He shut the car door and walked to Bonnie, not bothering to look at her as he knew she wasn't capable of eye contact at the moment. She was embarrassed but to him, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He thought Bonnie should embrace her darkest desires, not cower from them. Together, they silently walked through the gates and up to the front door. Just as he raised his hand to ring the bell, Bonnie spoke up.
"You still haven't told me what's inside."
Hand still poised above the button, he finally looked down at the little witch. This time, her eyes, although reluctantly, met his. He pressed the door bell and they heard the sound reverberate through the hall. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
Bonnie looked away from Klaus as the door opened, revealing a face she hadn't seen in years. A face she never thought she'd see again.
"Lucy?"
She didn't look as if she'd aged a day; long brown hair sweeping beautifully past her shoulders, deep skin luminous with youth and light. The older witch smiled. "Told you you'd see me again."
She didn't know what exactly she had been preparing herself for all day, but Bonnie never expected anything good to come out of this trip. Ever. She was overcome with the urge to hug Lucy, but, despite being family, she didn't feel like she could. They didn't really know each other.
Klaus leaned over to whisper into Bonnie's ear. "Not quite a Bennett…but close enough."
She looked up and almost thanked him but the words got stuck in her throat. She was still angry.
Lucy stepped aside to allow Bonnie into the house but Klaus remained outside. "Aren't you coming in?" Bonnie asked.
"Ah, no," he said, "I have a few things I need to do concerning my number one priority."
"You mean the cure?" Bonnie retorted. Granted, she didn't know what the cure was for exactly but you could bet your ass she was going to find out eventually.
"So you were eavesdropping," Klaus concluded, although she was still sure he'd known all along.
She narrowed her eyes in doubt and decided it would be in her best interest to change the subject. "You trust me to be alone with her?"
"Of course I do. I trust that you won't do anything stupid enough to make me return to Mystic Falls and bite all of your vampire friends, including Stefan," he smiled deviously before his face dropped to a more serious expression. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Look after her, Luce."
"Luce?" Bonnie repeated in disgust as she watched him trot down to the Lamborghini.
Lucy shrugged and shut the front door.
"How did he even get you here? As in, to Italy?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, you don't exactly turn down an order from the most powerful supernatural being on the planet, sweetie," Lucy replied as she led Bonnie further into the house. It was decorated tastefully, although a little too girly for Bonnie's personal taste. But that was Rebekah all over, she supposed. "Klaus says jump, I say how high," Lucy continued.
Bonnie frowned. "Wait, how long have you known him?"
Lucy made a face as she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen. "I wouldn't say I know him per se. Just sorta, came across him on my travels," she shrugged, "The guy likes his witches."
Bonnie stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh God…you haven't…you know…have you?"
Her older cousin turned around and looked at her apologetically.
"Oh gross. You have," Bonnie raised her arms and let them fall back to her sides in exasperation.
"And you haven't?!"
"NO!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Oh honey," Lucy said disapprovingly, "you're not still playing around with those Salvatores are you?"
By now they had entered the living room. Lucy had filled both their glasses and made herself comfortable on Rebekah's sofa, whilst Bonnie had taking to perching in a creamy-golden vintage armchair.
This time it was Bonnie's turn to look at Lucy apologetically.
Lucy sighed. "Can't say I blame you, chick. That's one heck of a gene pool."
Bonnie neither agreed nor disagreed; instead chose to take a sip on the wine – which was slightly too bitter for her liking – but if it'd save her from commenting on that, she'd take it.
"So," Lucy cleared her throat and pushed her hair off her shoulders, "Klaus tells me you've been having a little bit of a magic problem."
Bonnie nodded. "Yeah. I pushed on the boundaries of nature too much and now it's like the spirits have shut me out."
Lucy smiled sadly. "Sounds like you're blocked," she said regrettably.
"You know of it?" Bonnie asked.
"Fortunately I've managed to avoid it but…there are consequences to everything. If the spirits thought you were abusing your power then, yes, they can block your connection to the elements," Lucy explained.
Bonnie swallowed and nodded. "They punished Grams," she whispered.
"The spirits can be malevolent. They will do whatever they can to make you suffer and live with the consequences of your choices. But Sheila is okay, Bonnie," Lucy nodded reassuringly.
Bonnie looked up in surprise. "What? How do you know?"
"I've seen her," Lucy smiled, "I talk to our family sometimes."
"How?" Bonnie asked, almost falling off the edge of her seat. She would give anything to see her Grams again; to make sure she was okay and most importantly to apologise. "Can you teach me?"
Lucy grimaced. "You'll have to get your magic back first."
"I don't know how," Bonnie said miserably. "I think Klaus thought you would know."
"I've heard things," Lucy considered. "Some witches resort to drawing from other places for magic. Unnatural places. But you'd be better off finding a way to connect with the elements again. The spirits can't shut you out forever Bonnie. You're a very powerful witch. Try going back to the basics, learning from the start," she suggested.
"But I've tried. I've been trying. I can't even float feathers anymore and I can't find answers anywhere; I'm all alone. There isn't exactly a big witch population in Mystic Falls that I can go to for help," Bonnie said bitterly. She took another sip from her glass, hoping it would improve her mood.
Lucy looked at the young girl sadly. "Maybe you're looking in the wrong places then. I hear there's a booming witch community in New Orleans," she shrugged, "could be worth checking out."
Bonnie nodded. "Maybe," she said distantly, lost in thought.
"Look, Cuz. If anyone can push through this it's you. You're one of the most impressive witches I've ever met and you're barely eighteen. Have faith," Lucy smiled. She reached out to hold Bonnie's hand reassuringly.
Bonnie felt a warm familiarity when Lucy's skin touched hers, the uplifting sensation that came when one witch touches another; mutual power. But Lucy must have felt something different. She dropped Bonnie's hand as if it had shocked her, and jumped off of the sofa. Bonnie stood up in confusion as Lucy backed away to the other side of the room.
"Stay back!" Lucy warned as Bonnie tried to approach. There was a dangerous look in Lucy's eye; one of anger, confusion and fear.
Lucy began to chant and raised her hand in Bonnie's direction.
"Lucy?!" Bonnie cried. "Stop! I don't understand-"
The witch broke her chanting only momentarily to glare at Bonnie accusingly. "You're not Bonnie," she hissed.
Bonnie began to feel lightheaded and a faint pain began to rise in her stomach. It grew, ripped through her body and settled inside her head, scraping at the insides of her skull.
"Lucy! Please stop," Bonnie gasped as she fell to her knees. Her tiny hands gripped at her temples and her vision phased in and out of focus – but one thing remained constant – the pain. "Lucy," she begged again.
"Who are you?" she heard Lucy shout through the darkness.
"I'm Bonnie," she choked, defenceless against Lucy's attack without the help of her powers. "Please…"
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