The sheer backed mini dress that she has purchased 3 months ago hangs in front of her dresser, half obscuring the mirror itself. Bonnie has thought of giving it to Caroline who keeps shooting it wistful glances whenever she passes but she refrains. It's a reminder of sorts to be grateful.
There's a ghost in my bedroom it haunts me at night
Bonnie pulls her comforter closer to her chin as a ghost appears in her room, looking around dazed before setting its eyes on her. She lets out an involuntary whimper and she's suddenly glad that she's alone. Elena and Caroline, now newly single had gone to get as hammered as vampirely? possible. They had invited her along but with her taken status and the fact that the thought of gyrating bodies bumping into her sore if not slightly bruised body makes tears prick her eyes and her body throb from the imagined pain; she politely declines claiming she had a Sociology assignment due tomorrow and it totally slipped her mind.
Elena and Caroline share looks of disbelief but don't push it probably thinking that she doesn't want to hear them moan about their failed relationships.
"I'm not ready," The older witch says, wringing her frail looking hands. Bonnie gulps, pushing her short hair behind her ears, so tempted to repeat the woman's words back to her. Her body still hurts from her earlier task of sending 8 decapitated vampires to the other side. In fact all she feels lately is hurt; a dull throbbing settles over her skin, making her revolt against Liv's easy touches and Jeremy's smoldering bedroom eyes.
It hurts and she hurts but it's a small price to pay she thinks, she has her life again. Her friends whom she'll never have to be separated from.
It's a small price to pay she thinks as the ghost takes her hands and she swallows the groans of pain that want to escape her lips as she doubles over in pain from the intrusion.
"That looks like it hurts," A voice comments from the shadows and Bonnie doesn't want to look up; instead she tries to once again settle into the sheets and not make any more pained sounds.
She closes her eyes against his voice and she could practically feel his stares.
I've asked him to leave but he keeps stopping by
Just when I think that I'm alone it shows up again with a friend this time
And now this is getting old.
"Kol," She says when his hoovering wears her down, she doesn't open her eyes. "I've told you to leave me alone. I have enough to worry about without you haunting me."
"You should loosen up doll, this is my friend Eyra."
Now her eyes fly open and she sits up as fast as her sore body allows, surprised to see a small dark-skinned girl, about 12 or 13 , holding on to the end of his jacket and watching her curiously. She's dressed in heavy looking rich skirts and expensive clips adorn her curly hair, pulling it back from her face. She looks like royalty.
"Eyra, here was the princess of - well, you wouldn't know the country. It sank a long time ago." Bonnie shoots Kol a disbelieving look that transforms into a glare once he just smiles at her expectantly.
"Hi, Eyra. I'm Bonnie," She says to the little girl who looks at Kol. Kol speaks to her in a language that she's never heard before. It sounds complicated and gruntal but it's enticing to listen to.
Before she knows it, they are both seated on the edge of her bed, leaving no dents in the comforter and Eyra is recalling the story of how she died. A sickness had plagued her land and she had fallen prey to it. She had stayed alive for many years by drinking the potions that their local healer had prepared but she didn't get much stronger. Then one day she woke up and she felt amazing, stronger than she had ever felt but the pain took her soon and she wanted to die, her head hurt, she heard stuff she wasn't supposed to, her eyes burnt in the light and her skin sizzled when she was in the sun.
She killed everyone in the castle and went on a rampage in the peasant villages. She massacred over 50 people before she was killed.
Normally Bonnie would have been aghast and more than a bit scared but when Kol translates for her; her eyes fall to her lap where she plays with a ring on her right thumb and looks pained.
Bonnie doesn't know what to say to her, she has no words of comfort but she focuses intently and when she reaches out, her hand makes contact with Erya's just for a second before it slips through and hits the mattress. Bonnie gives her as comforting smile as she can muster and she can tell it means a lot to Erya.
And Kol who had been watching her intently.
I don't know what to do
She tells him as much in metaphors the next time he visits and he smirks. She's unimpressed and rolls her eyes at him "Metaphorically, this ghost is you"
"Metaphorically," He replies and continues chattering away as Caroline enters the room and she can't reply to him.
Now this ghost in my bedroom it gives me advice
He promised one day that he'd teach me to fight
"The blonde is cool," He says about Caroline once they're alone. "I can see why she was able to keep Klaus' interest," His voice turned cold at Klaus' name and he almost spits it. "She's smart. Especially for not giving into his charms,"
He doesn't say anymore about his brother or the rest of his siblings for that matter. He only stares at her for a while before she gives her a choice piece of advice "But ditch the dopplebitch, she's annoying and I even caught her trying to kiss that Aaron fellow a few days ago,"
Bonnie's mouth drops open as she watches Elena gather her stuff for a shower and then when she hears water running she hisses at him "Don't talk about her that way, she's my best friend and whatever she's going through with Damon is her business so stop eavesdropping,"
She's tired and her body is still sore from the two elderly werewolves who crossed over earlier and she wants him gone.
"I need to finish my homework," She says with finality. Bonnie had never taken lightly to people bad talking her best friends, sure Elena had changed since the Salvatores had become part of their lives but the former witch and blonde vampire still held out hope that she'd see how much she had changed in her own time.
And when Bonnie turns around he's gone.
Now when I think that I'm alone
He comes up my way with a devil's smile singing
It's three weeks before she sees him again, and she told herself she didn't mind because now she can concentrate but she had never realized how much Kol was really helping her by keeping away most of the ghosts from her. The first day he had left, she had cried herself to sleep in the common room, silently groaning as her muscles locked on themselves and her head throbbed from the 30 supernaturals she'd had to let cross over.
She resents him a bit for leaving her to fend for herself and she tells him as much. He smiles sinisterly and lowers his long eyelashes so they cast shadows on his cheekbones "This is now my home, You're my wish come true Bon-Bon. The quicker you remember that... the easier we get along."
She stares daggers at him but she doesn't say anymore about his constant presence. That was a lesson, a testimony of how much she needed his protection.
When you reach that golden cloud
I'll be there with you
If there were monsters in the closet. Well, I don't think I would be surprised, She thinks to herself.
Mostly because she has one right here in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed and flipping through a magazine on her bed- oh well correction, having her flip the pages for him when he clears his throat loudly and obnoxiously.
The golden afternoon sun comes through the slightly open window and it hits Bonnie on her bare legs, warming them considerably. Caroline had tried to get her to go on a walk with her and even sit on the grass and enjoy the nice late summer day. She had shook her head at her and whispered "I can hear them," The blonde hadn't heard Bonnie then because she had been chattering away in the bathroom.
I hear them call out from my window
They try and trick me to come outside.
Kol looked up at her and gave her an almost sympathetic look as she stared out the window at the mass of ghosts waiting for their turn to go to the Other-side. She feels sorry for them but she feels tired more than anything. Some are ready, aware of the fact that they'll go on to something unknown but they know it's their time but some are angry and not ready to see the light. They fight and it's hard for her, they tear at her body and her muscles catch on fire and she can almost feel the bruising begin.
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He can touch her more frequently now, which he revels in, brushing his fingers over her cheekbones and tucking her hair behind her ears. He's loving the contact he's been deprived of for all the months he's been dead but it makes her uncomfortable. Something's not right with the other side. The longer he stays tangible, the less time she has.
If he stays well that just means I've got numbered days
'Til I go back to my little world where it's just me and my imaginary friends
The other side collapses silently and Bonnie's slightly dissapointed that it didn't have more fanfare. That her existence is dissolved into a flash of bright light and cold fingers tangled in hers.
No one notices the disappearance of their roommate for a few days until Bonnie's tutor comes looking for her and Elena thinks back to the last time she's seen her petit friend. Caroline finds her journal later when she rummages through Bonnie's desk for a stapler. She and Elena cry and another funeral is in order.
At least that's what she likes to imagine happened or various versions of it when she's wandering the dark planes of where ever the hell she's ended up, her fingers intertwined with Kol's.
The other side's a scary place
(Do your best not to be afraid)