I've always had a feeling that I would die an unnatural death. As a witch, it's almost a guarantee—we tend to have a pretty good sixth sense. I remember the first time I had the feeling.
It was the first time I met my mother's boyfriend.
When I was twelve, she introduced me to Jeraud Deveraux. He seemed normal enough to me; Jer was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. The moment I looked at him, however, I was overcome with a sense of dread. Meeting this man put me on death's radar, and it would come for me sooner rather than later.
My mother must have realized it, too. I didn't associate this feeling with Jer, though. It felt more like a coincidence to me. I could still feel it when he wasn't around. As a matter of fact, I actually liked the man well enough. Still, Mother never let us be around each other for very long. Our interactions were mainly greetings and small talk. Despite dating Jer for years, he never stayed at our house. Sometimes, she would stay with him, but we weren't allowed to be around each other for long.
That feeling never went away, even though I did.
As a matter of fact, it's only gotten stronger since I've moved. It's been easy enough for me to ignore, especially as I've focused on learning magic instead of simply relying on intuition, as my mother had me do for the first sixteen years of my life.
So, now, as I stare death in the face, I can't help but feel a bit proud of myself. I've never had much confidence in my powers. My family name and legacy, maybe. But not in me.
He slowly begins to move toward me, smirk plastered on his smug, handsome face. He's a predator in the truest sense of the word. And I'm undeniably his prey.
I hate him. He's ruined everything. Worse, he's put everyone I've come to love in danger. Maybe I didn't have confidence before, but I'm different now.
He will kill me, but I will destroy him.
A/N: Just a short intro to our story! Bonnie is my favorite character from TVD and deserved so much better. :)