a stefan salvatore love story.
Walking along the misty street of Mystic Falls was, ironically, a mystical woman. She walked without shoes, relishing the sensation of the ground beneath her feet. Her white dress flowed with the movements of the wind. Belladonna has just returned from the deep woods, where she had spent time practicing and creating new spells. Resurrection of the dead was her latest discovery, and that was over a hundred years ago. Her boredom was existentially intense.
She thought to herself as she walked. She could create a new species. Do banshees exist? She put a stop to her walking as she thought of an answer to her own question. They do, she remembers encountering an offspring of her first creation.
Ghouls? Since the fifth century. Demons? Been there, done that. Unicorns? Despite being on a different level of consciousness, they still exist.
She wanted to continue contemplating, but something else caught her attention. She walked by a boy who was sitting on the ground in front of what seemed to be a restaurant. The Mystic Grill? How original. Belladonna is not very fond of human interactions, but this boy seemed far too young to have that lost look in his eyes. It caused her stomach to churn, and she couldn't stand it for some reason.
She stopped right in front of him, but he didn't even seem to notice her.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you were alone. Would you like some company?"
His eyes brimmed with tears as he finally looked up. He gave a shrug and shifted himself from his spot on the floor, allowing her to sit. They remained silent for a moment. Belladonna didn't force him to speak until he felt ready to do so. He was grateful for that, for the motherly vibe she exuded.
He broke the silence, albeit defeatedly, "Why are you willingly keeping me company? Is there something you want? Because if you're looking for drugs, I'm all out."
She snorts, "Sweetheart, I have access to drugs you don't even know exist."
Jeremy gives his own laugh, thinking she's joking.
He started up at her with anticipations, and so she sighed, giving him an honest response.
"You appear as though you could use some uplifting. I thought I might be the one to provide that for you."
"Why?" He doesn't ask this offensively but out of pure curiosity. Why? Why him?
"You remind me of someone I once knew. He had that same look in his eyes, a gaze lost and empty. You seem far too young to carry such a weight in your expression." She leaves it at that.
Jeremy is aware that she won't go into detail, but truthfully, that was enough to make him cry and lean against her shoulder without delay. How comforting. He has never had such a feeling before. She wraps her arm around his shoulder, and in that split second.. she feels it. She sees it, actually. She has a vision of his entire life flashing across her mind, like a T.V. show. Strange.
The hardships this boy has gone through, his attempt to numb everything with useless pills, and his depression. She can feel it- see it all. She couldn't handle the fact that this boy was not happy.
"Believe it or not, I know exactly what you've been through." She whispers against his ear, arms tightening around him.
"How?" There's a crack in his voice when he questions her. She finds it unbearable.
Belladonna ponders an answer. She has a feeling that she can trust. So she doesn't hesitate much before responding.
"Do you believe in the supernatural?" She hums.
"Been interested in that stuff my whole life, really. What, are you gonna tell me you're a witch or something?"
He smiles as if he were telling a joke, but it slowly dissipates when she doesn't offer any rebuttals. Silence. Certainly noticeable. When Jeremy gazes up at the woman, he sees her struggling to prevent an endearing smile.
"The very first, if we're being specific." A smirk graces her full lips.
His surprise makes her release a beautiful laugh, and Jeremy can't help but follow after her.
"But you look.. no offense, no older than 20. How is that even possible?"
"That is the furthest thing from offensive. I am immortal, which means I am untouched by the passage of time and therefore cannot die."
"How long have you been alive?" Jeremy never once separated himself from her shoulder during their conversation, as he feels truly at ease in her embrace.
"For eons now. I was born in the A.D. period, somewhere around the year 222, if I recall correctly. The exact date has, admittedly, slipped my mind a few times." However, by her expression, Jeremy noticed she didn't seem too bothered by this.
Jeremy pauses before responding, taking in the information she just shared with him. Sitting next to him was an anchor immortal witch. You don't see or hear that every day.
"May I pose a question to you?" She whispers, slowly lowering her head to lean on his. Belladonna feels incredibly protective of this kid she's met less than thirty minutes ago.
"Why are you sitting here, alone and seemingly on the verge of tears?"
Jeremy's breath shook, and he suddenly recalled the exact reason for being outside the grill in the first place. He was surrounded by loneliness. Today was his first day back at school, and he has a strong dislike for it beyond words. He had a habit of reliving his sister's overbearing and judgmental behavior toward him because of his coping choices, as if it was a broken record. He longed to end it, and he longed to get rid of the strange ache in his heart. It appears to him that he has no will to keep living.
He breathes out, steadying his thoughts as he responds, "Today was really exhausting for me.."
Knowing it was safe to do so, he proceeded to tell her everything. In their brief twenty-minute encounter, he felt seen, more than he's ever been ever since his parents died. Belladonna merely listens, rubbing his shoulder to provide comfort, humming to reassure him that she is here and not going anywhere. To reassure him that she's not making judgments but rather just listening. She thinks that's what he needs—someone who is willing to listen.
"Thank you for that." He finishes off.
"For not saying anything. For just listening." It feels like it's only the two of them right now. The steps and the chatter from the people coming in and out of the grill are almost nonexistent.
"Y'know, I never told you my name."
"Witch, remember?" Bella chortles. She looks up at the stars, and they immediately tell her that she needs to leave. The ball was happening soon; she had to get ready.
"I should take my leave now, but I must say I enjoyed your company." She begins, and she can feel the tenseness Jeremy is now harboring at her words.
"Or, you could accompany me to my destination. It's a ball, an event I presume you have yet to experience." She continues with a light, teasing tone.
"It's the 21st century, and people still have formal balls?"
"Now, that is something which I find offensive." She utters with a smile as Jeremy wipes his tears and gives a hearty laugh.
"My sisters and I are of the belief that this town could benefit from a touch of refinement, so we decided to host one."
Jeremy slightly lowers his head in embarrassment, " I don't think I could. I don't actually own a suit."
"Nonsense. I'll procure one for you en route. Now, up you go. We have but an hour to ready ourselves."
Jeremy heeds her words and rises onto his feet at the same time she does, and just before they start walking, he speaks once more, "You may not look ancient, but your way of speaking sure gives it away."
"My, aren't you perceptive. It seems even the youngest among us can recognize the weight of centuries in one's words. How charming."
"..Was that your attempt at sarcasm in ancient speak?"
"Truly, your perceptiveness knows no bounds."
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