Hope Hurts

Indie Bonnie Bennett from TVD series.

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allroundlostcause :

“I think if I’m missed, it’s not the vampire you miss,” he said, with a shrug. He was pretty philosophical about those things these days. “Trying to kill everyone, torturing Caroline… you’re definitely better off without that guy. You know it.”

He stretched out on the grass. No one to judge. “At least over here all of that seems to be gone. I’m not interested in killin’ anyone. I just miss people. I get yanked here and there when people think about me – sometimes I can get Jeremy to see me, but not always. I’m glad you’re around. How are you doing? With the whole… thing? I see them, when they approach you, but I don’t see them once they’ve crossed over.”

“Okay, granted, that part I don’t miss,” she said honestly. She couldn’t deny that him trying to kill people wasn’t exactly ideal. “But the rest was nice. Having you around and alive and stuff,” she said with a slight smirk. “We miss you, it should be obvious by you getting dragged around all over the place.” She ran a hand through her hair, running her eyes over Ric for a moment. He was their friend, their mentor, and the closest thing a lot of them had to a father.

“Well, I mean, it’s not exactly fun,” she said honestly. “I feel their pain when they pass, the pain of their deaths. But I’m alive, so I can’t really complain, can I?” Bonnie took a deep breath, frowning softly. How could she possibly complain about anything to a ghost.

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Anchored

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theloyalangel :

That was a good question, one Michael couldn’t fault her for asking. Even as he stood there in the moment he couldn’t say what he would do. Usually a person of which he found to be incompetent or ill suited for their position he would smite on the spot but Bonnie was slightly different. There was something strong in her, something deeper too that screamed of her power. She would be worth keeping around anchor to Purgatory or not.

“If I find you ill suited to the position we’ll transfer the power to someone else,” he explained. “You’ll be free to live your life as you were. Though I don’t think we’re going to have any issues Bonnie, I imagine you were picked for a reason—and that feels as good a place to start as any wouldn’t you agree? Why don’t you explain to me how you became the anchor.”

For some reason the man’s words didn’t bring her much comfort, especially since ‘life as you were’ meant going back to being dead, and she wasn’t too fond of that idea, with very good reason. She didn’t want to die again, not so soon.

“It’s a very long and kind of complicated. But, the short version... somebody wanted the previous Anchor dead, so she transferred the Anchor link to me. Bringing me back from the dead as she did so,” she explained, slipping her hands in her pockets as she spoke. “The long story involves dopplegangers and jilted lovers that are thousands of years old, and one really angry witch.”

[number12144]

miss me? || bonenzo

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number12144 :

Enzo shrugged, though he had so much more to say. “You know. Errands for the Armory; have to keep them thinking I’m playing the right side, after all. Last thing we want is for them to start sniffing around.” In truth he’d checked in only sporadically, wasting his time in that stupid room and trying to decide whether he’d be welcome back here. The leash they had him on these days wasn’t as tight as it had been, but he knew they didn’t trust him. Why would they?

“You’re upset with me,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, love. It’s not because I forgot the breakfast cereal, is it? I shall have to do better next time.” He watched her across the kitchen, stirring the vegetables like they had wronged her personally. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve always been terrible at understanding women. I’d a terrible upbringing, or perhaps no upbringing at all, not that it’s any kind of excuse; but do try to remember I spent a significant number of years locked in a prison cell beneath your alma mater… or what would have been your alma mater, had you been allowed to graduate.”

He climbed to his feet and followed the smell to the source, leaning by the stovetop with his hands in his pockets.

She was so pretty, so unassuming, so unaware of how much power she had over him. He wanted to reach out, and tuck her hair behind her ear. He didn’t.

“Perhaps you could shout at me; people often find that makes them feel better. Just ask Caroline.”

Bonnie nodded as he spoke about the armory, grateful for the change in subject. “Sounds incredibly fun,” she said with a soft snort. It sounded tedious, but at least he had a chance to get out, to be around other people. He wasn’t trapped, like she was.

Her mood quickly dropped back down as he brought up that she was upset. Damn him, she was trying to ignore that. She gripped her spoon tightly as she began to scoop dinner out of the skillet and onto plates for them. She tried so hard to stay calm and collected, to not explode as he brought up breakfast cereal as if that was what she’d actually be upset about.

But he brought up Caroline, a friend she’d hadn’t seen in years, that she probably wouldn’t get to see again, and she finally snapped.

“Yes, Enzo, I’m upset,” she said coolly. “You gave me the best night I’ve had in years, made me feel truly happy for the first time in a long time and then you left. You don’t even kiss me, you’re just gone. Then you come back days later, acting like nothing even happened, like I’m upset over cereal?!”  She turned to glare at him, eyes shining bright with tears.

“This might be a game to you, Enzo, but this is my life, you don’t get to play with me like this.” She shoved his plate of food at him, barely giving him time to grab the plate before she let go of it. “Eat your food and leave me the hell alone.” Hurt by how little he cared. She scooped up her plate, despite that she wasn’t even hungry anymore, and moved away from Enzo, not wanting to look at him anymore.

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❝Oh, I still think you’re a bitch. I’ve just grown to like that about you.❞ (Hi! I hope sending this is okay!)

“I prefer the term asshole, actually.” 

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“I know. Hence why I called you a bitch.”

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The closer Bonnie got to her, the more on edge she felt—but, to Vix’s credit, she didn’t draw away or flinch.  It was almost as though she was compelled to behave, and she wasn’t really sure how or why.  One thing she did know, however, was that she didn’t want this witch to think she was some kind of mindless dog.  Whoever she was, she’d called her here, somehow; and any assumptions against her intelligence were met with a scowl.

So, Vix couldn’t speak, but she could nod.  She wasn’t some kind of psychic whom could transplant herself into other people’s heads.  Maybe the witch could change that; maybe she couldn’t.  At least while Vix was in dog form, she was subjected to the limitations of canine speech.

Now, if only Sabrina here would unleash whatever tether she had, so that Vix could shift back into her human form.  Worriedly, she considered that, maybe, her summoner didn’t know how.  Offhandedly, she mused that, perhaps, the ability rested with Vix herself.  She huffed, body language vocal enough that it hinted frustration.

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Bonnie took a deep breath as she watched the creature nod in response to the question. “You can understand me? That’s fantastic,” she said with a grin, quickly flipping through pages of the book, landing on the one she needed.

“Alright, well, I don’t actually need you for anything right now,” he said honestly, sliding her fingers over the text on the page. “I just wanted to see if I could do it, really. So.” She scanned the page quickly, making sure she understood correctly.

If the book was right, even released the hellhound wouldn’t be able to attack her, it would just pop back to whatever plane she’d pulled it from. She took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “I release you from your bondage,” she said, hoping it would work out as planned.

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Anchored

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“No I don’t suspect you have,” he said considering for a moment the events he knew had taken place in this town. It was used to its fair share of supernatural events but to Michael’s vast knowledge no angel had ever been here before this very day. It wasn’t all that rare however, he kept a close leash on the comings and goings of the angels. There wasn’t anyone too important to Heaven here in Mystic Falls, with the exception of Bonnie now.

“Yes but you’re still very much open to attacks and nor do I know you,” he said after a moment of considering that she might be right. “You have to understand my position Bonnie, you’re a virtual stranger to me and my kind and yet you hold a great deal of power. I’d like to get to know you, evaluate how well suited I think you are to holding this power…then we can go from there.”

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Bonnie’s eyes narrowed at the man’s words and his choice of phrasing. Why did she feel like the angel coming to visit her wasn’t exactly a good thing? Granted... when did anything good ever happen to her? Anything that seemed good came with a cost, a price. There was always a catch, and it was normally painful.

“And if you decide I’m not ‘well suited’ for the position?” she asked, arching one well-manicured eyebrow at the man. Was he going to replace her? Kill her and find somebody else to be the anchor? She wasn’t sure she liked that idea. “I can handle my own against attacks. I’m not helpless.” She was a powerful witch, with powerful friends, and she had no plans of dying (again) anytime soon.

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i’ve thought about it and yes, i’d sell my soul & turn myself inside out to make sure no one i love ever gets hurt again

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Send me a letter with a (–) My muse will talk about three of their least favorite things that begin with that letter.

“I never could really get into bourbon. Anything that tastes like wood and smoke just confuses me. Chew on a burnt tree, if that’s what you like. Doesn’t make any sense to me. Granted, it does the job of getting you drunk, I just don’t like the way it tastes.”

“Why anybody decided biscotti was a good idea I’ll never know. It’s like biting into a rock! If you dunk it into your coffee it’s a slightly soggy coating around a crumbly rock. They’re terrible and tasteless. I’ll stick to my regular old cookies.”

“The obsession girls have with boybands has always confused me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love NSYNC and all, but I’ve seen girls go crazy over some groups and I just don’t get it. A guy quitting the band isn’t the end of the world. I would know. I’ve seen the end of the world.”

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“Really, Bonnie? Where is the trust?” Klaus rolled his eyes dramatically, but didn’t step backward. No way was he just going to hand the dagger over to Bonnie – not when it was possibly the only clue he had about his sister’s disappearance. “Invite me in, and I’ll hand the dagger over. If I had any desire to see you harmed, I would have simply waited until you left your home.”

It was the truth, actually. There were easier ways to kill someone than to present his weapon of choice at the door…a door he knew he couldn’t cross without her permission.

“As for your question, Freya has been missing for a week. She came into possession of both daggers, but when she disappeared this was the only one left behind. It was locked away…hidden deep within our home. Rumor has it, they only work when together.” He didn’t know for sure; Freya had stopped him from finding one of their enemies to test them on.

And her restraint had gotten her kidnapped…or worse.

“Your humor aside, I believe someone took her as leverage to get the other dagger. This dagger. Now, can I come in or shall we have a spot of tea on the front porch?”

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“Just because you don’t currently desire me harm doesn’t mean that won’t change at a later date,” Bonnie told him coolly. Of course, what he said was true. If he wanted to hurt her he wouldn’t have just shown up at her door. But that was only because he needed something from her, she still didn’t trust him in the slightest.

She listened as he spoke about the dagger and his sister, nodding slowly. It made sense, almost. She stepped out onto the porch, leaving the door open behind her just in case she needed to make a quick retreat.

“If she was being used as leverage, wouldn’t somebody have contacted you by now?” she asked, cocking her head up at the taller man, standing uncomfortably close to the man that had wanted to kill her more than once. “Ransom demands normally come after a day or so, not a week. If they know you have the matching dagger, why wait so long to make demands?”

She held her hand out, palm up, and glanced at the knife. “May I?”

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study buddies | Sam & Bonnie

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A strange look crossed over her face as she turned to him, surprised at his presence but luckily not startled enough to strike out at him or anything. He’d had that happen to him before and it was not a great scene. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied softly, offering another small smile at her comment. “If it makes you feel better, I always forget to look down, so I miss a lot of good stuff, too.” Did that sound like a come on? He hoped not. Really he was just awkward and tall. Too tall, if Dean had a say. 

“Uhm, I’m Sam, by the way. Sorry if I startled you or anything. I just saw you reaching and thought I could help…”

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Bonnie arched an eyebrow at that, wondering if he was flirting, or just talking about how tall he was. “Ah, I’m Bonnie,” she said with a smile, tucking a bit of short brunette hair behind her hair, looking up at the much taller man.

“And, you didn’t startle me. Not really. I appreciate the help,” she said honestly, flashing him a smile. “I’ve had much worse things jump out at me, I assure you.”

Compared to vampires, werewolves, hybrids and Kai, this tall drink of water was a rather nice change.

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She wasn’t fond of the woman’s tone, and her expression fell to display as much. She shifted, leaning up against the door frame as her arms folded over her stomach. You can start by not being a royal bitch, she thought, but managed to keep it a thought only. 

“Well, for starters–” she looked over the woman. “you can tell me where Ric is. Then you can explain to me why you feel the need to be so rude to those looking for him.”

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“Ric is busy right now, off campus. And I’m mostly just rude to people who ignore my questions,” Bonnie told her, leaning back in Ric’s chair. She didn’t recognize the woman, and most students didn’t call him ‘Ric’, so she was confused as to who the woman was, and was feeling very protective over her friend. The woman could be trouble, for all she knew.

“I’m his assistant. How can I help you?” she was repeating herself over and over, and it was starting to get annoying.

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“ you  look  tired.  go,  rest.  no  one  is  going  to  get  hurt  in  the  next  few  hours. ”  it  was  a  promise  he  wasn’t  sure  he  could  keep,  but  he’d  say  just  about  anything  to  make  sure  she  got  a  little  bit  of  rest  at  that  point.  she  was  worried,  much  like  he  was,  but  he  didn’t  need  the  sleep  like  she  did–  being  a  witch  didn’t  make  her  invincible. “ i  promise,  i’ll  wake  you  if  anything  happens. ” //  @badassbennettwitch┃liked for a random starter ! ’

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She was exhausted, she couldn’t deny that. She wasn’t sure the last time she had slept, but her friends needed her. “I’m fine, Stefan, really I am,” she lied, not ready to sleep, to let down her guard. Somebody might need her. “It’s better I stay up, just in case.” That was garbage, of course, she knew that. But she was too stubborn to give in.

[allroundlostcause]

Alaric gave a lopsided grin, and nodded. Yeah, he got it. Everything was relative. Everything, every single thing, was relative.

“Yeah, I bet.” He looked out over the campus; lunchtime for a good majority, smiling (… or really hungover, grumpy, otherwise pissy) students. “Being dead kinda sucks. Although, in my case, we’re probably all better off that I am.”

He would eventually have killed most of their friends, and then headed farther afield to kill the Mikaelsons, ended it all forever.

“At least you can hear me. Even if you do look like you’re talking to a hallucination right now.”

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Bonnie’s smile faded at Ric’s words. “We’re not better off that you’re dead,” she told him firmly. Sure, things hadn’t exactly been going great but... losing Ric had hurt everybody. “We miss you.” She glanced around for a moment, looking at all the happy people having lunch, completely oblivious to the darkness in the world, the ghosts around them.

“Talking to myself is a lot less weird than the random screaming fits I get to have now,” she said with a shrug. “So I don’t mind too much. You’re welcome to come talk to me whenever you want... especially if you help me with homework.”

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Heel?  Heel?  It pissed her off enough that she wanted to snap at the girl—the witch?—but she couldn’t.  Once again, some unseen force was preventing her from lashing out.  Begrudgingly, she considered that said ‘something’ was the canine obedience command itself, but she was much too confused and unsettled to find her characteristic, self-deprecating humor in that at the moment.  

Surprisingly enough, however, Vix did ultimately back down.  While the hackles on the back of her neck remained upright, she didn’t yap, didn’t bear her teeth.  She watched Bonnie with a piercing, crimson gaze that held within it questions in the style of demands:  a need to know why and how she was brought here and by whom.

Nostrils flaring slightly, her nails clattered against the floor.  She shifted her weight from paw to paw, eyes narrowing at Bonnie expectantly. 

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“Wow.” Bonnie was more than a little surprised to see that it had actually worked. She stared in awe at the creature before her, who seemed to be completely in her control.

She settled on her knees in front of the hound, taking a deep breath. “Hi. I didn’t think this would work,” she admitted to the creature, pulling the book into her lap to scan over the text. It said some hounds could be intelligent, while others just followed orders...

“Can you understand me? I mean, besides just following orders. Can you actually understand me?” That would be fantastic if she’d managed to call one who was sentient, but... also incredibly dangerous.