A Night of Disaster || blacksaviour
Bonnie was enjoying a night out at the Grill with her best friend Caroline. Elena had been grieving lately and she couldn't get out much to Bonnie's disappointment but she understood that she needed space. Bonnie shook her head as she watched Caroline flirt shameless with some guy across the bar. "Are you in the mood to get lucky tonight, Care?" She laughed softly before Caroline gave her a wink. "I'll be here." Smiling as she took a sip of her coffee quite enjoying the scent of the coffee bean fill her nostrils and continued to spend an evening watching her best friend try and get a guy.
It was an hour later that Bonnie Bennett found herself walking towards home. She huffed in obvious frustration that Caroline had forgot that she was her ride home. Get a driver's license. Note to self. As soon as possible. At least she could have enjoyed a night walk in Mystic Falls. What was the worst that could happen? Bonnie looked upwards to see a crow perched on the lamp post, it'd been the biggest crow she'd seen and she couldn't help but get the feeling that it was watching her as its cold beady eyes looked down on her. A gaze that she couldn't forget as she stared at it for a moment. As if she were staring into evil. She shook her head and decided to take a short cut.
As she took the usual short cut home, she noticed two figures off in the distance. They were a pair of two lovers at least the way he was sucking on her neck. Apparently, the theme for tonight was getting lucky while Bonnie was left behind. However, it wasn't until the figure of the woman she presumed that her body slumped down. Bonnie's eyebrows raised in confusion deciding to help the woman. The other figure had gone. "Hey, hey..it's going to be okay." The woman was not moving so Bonnie shook her body before seeing the huge streaks of blood that marred her neck and the two small holes where the bleeding had occurred. Bonnie gulped before grabbing her phone dialing for 911 until the dark figure had come towards her. She'd never forget the veiny eyes around his irises or the blood shot eyes and the chills that ran through her spine. Nor did she forget the white fangs stained with the woman's blood. "Run little girl.."
Bonnie dropped the phone and started to run. She headed towards the grave yard. The adrenaline rush had started to kick in as well as her fight or flight response. Her chest was heaving as she tried to calm down and understood what she saw. Was she in a horror movie? Until the man had appeared out of thin air again, barring it's fangs in front of her. Bonnie walked backwards. This was the end wasn't it? Someone help...anyone. "Help! Please! Someone!" She cried out not noticing the fog that was the setting in...