Chapter 8

Note: I think this is my longest Bonnie chapter yet! I'm a bit disappointed with the lack of reviews since last chapter :( hopefully ya'll are still enjoying it. So, no dedication for this chapter. :'(

Bonnie stared down at her phone. 13 calls from Enzo. She grimaced, guiltily. He was so worried about her. He cared so much about her and yet here she was prepared to end her life over someone who didn't care at all. Was she really going to do this?

She looked around the cheap hotel room. Not much she could use. Not much at all. At best a blunt pair of scissors or a jagged shard of broken glass from the cracked mirror. Bonnie Bennett was not going to die like that. Of all the ways she could die, she could not, would not, let herself go out with a piece of glass to the carotid. She, again, scanned the room, finding a bottle of cheap, old red wine and not much else. She took a sip of it. Not good, but not horrible, either. If only she had some poison, she would take a dip into the cockroach infested waters of the tiny, shallow tub in the dirty bathroom and drink the wine. Get it over with.

Get it over with?

Get her life over with?

End it all in a hotel room, where the only witnesses to her demise would be insects and the last thing her tired eyes would be able to grasp view of would be a tacky tiled wall?

Bonnie took a swig of the wine. And another. And another. And before she could stop herself, the bottle was over. If she had to die, she'd decided she was going to do it with a drunkenly stupid smile on her face.

Bonnie stumbled out the door of the hotel, not in the least bothered by the judgemental stare of the receptionist.

"You okay, ma'am?" the receptionist asked, evidentally more curious than concerned.

"Peachy," she said and then frowned. "Huh, that sounded like Damon." She sobered up for a second before returning to her drunken state. Then she barrelled out the door and onto the street where it was drizzling.

"Any chance this is poison?" she said out loud with a giggle, sticking her tongue out to catch the raindrops. Wow, she was drunk.

"Bonnie?" a voice called.

Bonnie focused her blurred vision in the direction of the voice. The lady from the airport.

Strange. She didn't remember telling her her name.

"HI!" Bonnie said, unable to say anything else due to her drunk state.

"Oh dear," The lady said, shaking her head. "You're drunk, aren't you? Hope this wasn't because of the advice I gave you earlier."
Bonnie tensed up, suddenly recalling why she got drunk in the first place. "Home," she said. "I need to get home."

"Nonsense! You can't take care of yourself in this state! Come with me, I'll get you sobered up. Here, we can take my car."

Bonnie did as she said, although she was beginning to sober up, and fast.

"Bonnie, you seem like a nice girl," said the woman, whilst driving. "I wanted to give you a shot to end things your own way, but you didn't, did you?"

Bonnie's eyes widened, suddenly realising what was about to happen. She wanted to open the car door and jump out, but the car was going so fast and she was so drunk that she feared she would never make it. She tried to think, but her drunk mind kept making her think about the fact that neither her nor the lady were wearing seatbelts. So unsafe!

Then, she knew what she was going to do.

CLICK!

The driver's seat door was open before Bonnie could think.

SLAM!

The lady was out the car, before she even noticed the door was open.

Bonnie jumped into the driver's seat and drove as far as she could away from that place.

An hour passed.

Bonnie was exhausted, but thankfully, on the sober side. It was dark night and she drove through the London streets searching for somewhere to stop.

Could she stop?

Why did they want to kill her?

Would they find her?

Bonnie didn't know. All she knew was that if they did find her, she wouldn't be 'drunk, defenseless Bonnie'.

She stared determinedly at the road as she promised herself that she would never be that vulnerable again. At that moment, she swore to god that if they did find her, she would be their worst nightmare.

A while later, Bonnie pulled up to yet, another hotel. She didn't know where she was, nor did she care. Luckily, she'd brought her bag along when she embarked on that fateful 'walk'. She had money in it. Not much, but hopefully enough. She flung the sachel on the reception counter, hoping that it's contents were enough.

"Sorry, ma'am, we're going to need a bit more than that," the receptionist said, chewing gum absentmindedly. Bonnie rolled her eyes and with a flick of the wrist, pulled out her knife and pointed it directly at the girl's neck.

Bonnie settled into her room. After the incident with the receptionist, she would definitely have to be out by morning, before the lady snitched on her. For now, though, she collapsed on the bed exhaustedly and let her mind wander.

Did the lady have something to do with Damon being unable to wake up.

Bonnie guessed, yes.

If she did, then why did she want Bonnie to die? If Bonnie died, Elena would wake up and Damon would have a better chance at coming back.

Nothing made sense.

Bonnie tried not to think about Damon. Instead, she thought about the lady. Had she been a vampire? Unlikely. She wasn't quick enough to stop Bonnie from opening the door. Most likely, she was a witch. Bonnie recalled how she'd had this inexplicable feeling around her: like she had to divulge every secret of hers to this womana. She was a very powerful, persuasive witch. One who's powers had been somehow enhanced.

How?

Bonnie had a very strong feeling that this woman didn't want Damon to wake up. She had no evidence of this, but she had an inkling. Her mind wandered back to Damon.

How would her death keep him asleep?

Bonnie had two theories in her head, both of which made her long for that thick, old red wine again.

She had been wrong and the lady was trying to help Damon wake up by bringing Elena back.

Or…

Bonnie was the way to wake Damon up, not Elena.

All of a sudden everything was clear.

Why Damon was fighting waking up.

Why the lady wanted Bonnie dead.

Bonnie jumped to her feet, in shock.

No time.

No time to think.

No time to dwell.

Bonnie was back in the woman's car before she had time to blink.

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