"If you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind."
The deed was done. And maybe it had been her own fault, foolishly following to protect him, even though he had assured her that the pack didn’t need her help as they could take down Kai on their own. She had tried to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn’t want to have any of her reasons. So, as stubborn as she was, and as worried as she was, she naturally followed him, and found him to his surprise and dismay. He was yelling at her, urging to leave the brutal scene in front of her, Kai having a tight grasp on his throat, squeezing the young werewolf’s throat until Cas’ eyes rolled back.
That was when the little witch snapped, launching forward and throwing her whole weight upon the psychotic sciphoner. Kai was startled, caught off guard as suddenly a familiar redheaded witch jumped on him, pinning him into the ground.
“Missed me?” He cracked a devilish smile at his former love, and gained a deadly glare in return. ‘Leave him, alone. He’s nothing to do with this. This is just between the both of us,’ she sent him telepathically, not wanting Cas to pick up their conversation.
“No? Alright then.” The dark haired male’s smile fell instantly at her words, a stoic expression sweeping over his features. In the meantime Cas had regained his composure, and was now approaching the two. His arms reached forward to pull Bonnie into his embrace, but Kai was quick to cross his plans. Grabbing the petite psyhic witch, he got up, pulling her into his embrace, one arm wrapping possessively across her upper body, and a high pitched shriek escaped Bonnie’s lips throughout the process.
To exacerbate the situation a sharp knife was pulled out, holding the item exactly underneath Bonnie’s throat. Her heart beat raced up immensely, seeming that her heart wanted to jump out of her chest; her breaths came shallow, nevertheless, she wasn’t going to give up now. ‘Kai, please. Let’s talk about this. Please, don’t hurt him,’ she pleaded mentally with him, hoping he would soon quit this terrible game.
“Oh, she loves you so much, Casanova. And sadly you don’t deserve her goodness at all.” He said tauntingly, his hand playing with the knife underneath her chin, accidentally making a small cut into her flesh. That infuriated Cas, and he was about to attack him, but then Kai stopped him, putting pressure upon the knife against her throat.
“Do it, and she will be dead right away.” He threatened menacingly. The scarlet headed witch’s eyes were closed, keenly focused on a spell that would lame Kai for a few moments thus she and Cas could flee quickly.
Unfortunately, Kai noted Bonnie’s plan, and roared in fury. “You little sneaky witch,” he snarled, and then he lost total control of his actions, ramming the blade violently into her trunk, which caused the small strawberry blonde to cry out before falling onto ground, her body aching from the pain and the blood was oozing richly out of her slight figure.
The psychotic male had made a really deep cut, and he wasn’t done yet with his work. There was still the werewolf he needed to kill. But, he wouldn’t succeed with that one as at that moment the rest of the pack appeared, having picked up Bonnie’s fatal scream. The pack handled the sciphoner while Cas was trying to comfort his girlfriend, who was spilling tears from the pain she was set in. This is it, she thought. I’m going to die.
“Bonnie, please, stay strong. You…you cannot die on me now. Please, Bonnie. I love you. If you die, I’ll literally go out of my freaking mind.” She wanted to laugh, but instead could only cry helplessly. “Oh, Cas. I’m…so sorry.” She sobbed harshly. “So much sorry, and it hurts…so much.” ‘Please, make it stop’, she sent a telepathic message to him, and shut her eyes.
Maybe, if she tried to relax, maybe then the ache wouldn’t be as horrible as it was now. Nevertheless, her eyes flew wide again just to say softly, “I love…you, too. Always have and always will.” A small smile graced her lips, and a look of pure love and fondness was directed at him before, once again, her eyes fell shut, and her heart beat slowed down.
At once, she didn’t feel any pain, but numbness. Everything turned dark. She had lost conscious, and wasn’t aware anymore of Cas’ cries, begging her to wake up.
Flashback:“Hey, Cas, you know what?”“What, Bonnie?”“I’m going to be young and beautiful in my coffin. Don’t you think that’s romantic?”His brows furrowed, and he gave her a look in disapproval. “No, that’s creepy. Don’t say that ever again.” She smiled gently, and drew closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I won’t. You’re right it’s nonsense. My grandmother was crazy for that prohphecy.” “Exactly.” He chuckled, and then they exchanged a tender kiss, so light as touching a bird’s feather.
Tonight Cas wanted to take out Bonnie out to a fancy French restaurant. He had demanded for her dress up formally, matching a fine lady. When she had asked what the occasion was he had told her it would be a surprise. His reaction caused her to giggle, but, nevertheless she obeyed, and accomplished his request, clothing herself in a beautiful short red evening gown. Next, she began to fix her hair, which was done easily as she just let her red curls hung loosely around her shoulders. Additionally, she put on a little make up, wanting to have a decent look; a tad of rouge, mascara and red lipstick would be enough.
After she was finished, she slipped into a pair of dark heels, grabbed her small black purse, and went downstairs, meeting her handsome boyfriend in a tuxedo, all dressed up neatly. He showered her with kisses and compliments, which she both returned gladly.
Then they set off, heading to their destination. Bonnie sat on the passenger seat, clutching her little purse, and looking out of the window with a happy gleam in her eyes. The petite redhead was very excited about this date as they didn’t go on such special dates regularly, just if there was a particular event. But, Cas had mentioned there wasn’t a specific reason for this formal date. Bonnie decided not to dwell onto that subject, she would find out sooner or later what the cause behind this extraordinary date was.
She was right. Eventually, the little witch discovered the truth. Cas had taken her out to this expensive place to purpose to her. It happened after they both had eaten their meal. He suddenly stood up, just to get down on one knee. Oh my Gosh! Bonnie thought, alarmed. He was kneeling down in front of her. Was he honestly going to propose to her? She received her answer when he popped the question, asking her hand for marriage.
“Oh, my God! Cas, I…” She trailed off as suddenly tears welled up in her eyes, though tears from happiness, of course. Bonnie couldn’t help, but spill tears, being not in control of her body at that moment. By now, they had gathered viewers, who were watching the pretty pair.
After a moment, she got up, her hands covering her mouth in awe, and a look of pure adoration and tenderness was directed to Casanova. Finally, which felt like forever, but probably were a few moments, she spoke up, happily, “Of course, Cas. Yes, yes, yes. All the yes in all the worlds. I’d love to be your wife.” Once he rose to his feet, she threw herself at him, her arms circling his neck, and her mouth attacking his soft lips, kissing him ardently, like she was a thirsty traveler in the desert and he was the only source of water, and not a Fata Morgana.
“No! Go away.” Bonnie, yelled crying harshly into her pillow. She had locked herself up in her room, not wanting to meet anyone, not even her parents or her greatest love, Casanova. She couldn’t just bear to face Cas, not after what she had done to both of them. It would be too painful, and even worse, if he wanted to talk about the issue. She had…lost their child, their little baby.
Bonnie couldn’t yet believe the new information, and was far away from processing it or trying to cope with the loss. She was merely sobbing violently, her little fragile body shaking with each hard sob that left her. Dark thoughts were clouding her mind, voices accusing her of being a murderer, more, worse than a simple murderer: a child murderer.
The notion caused a high pitched scream to elicit from the little witch, although the volume was muffled by the pillow, nevertheless it was loud enough to be audible in the whole house. She couldn’t forgive herself nor could she look at herself at the moment, although she was sure that she looked as miserable as she felt.
‘You lost the child, you lost the child; you killed an innocent baby,’ the villains in her head echoed, emphasizing that she was indeed a killer. It made her realize what and who she really was. Her eyes tightly tightly shut with the spilled tears around, she whispered quietly, “I’m insane…I’m evil.”
@decadc
[ text; dear sourwolf. ] have fun? really ?
[ text; dear sourwolf. ] if by ‘having fun’ you do mean beat the crap out of an entire pack of werewolves then yes, I’d say yes.
[ text; dear sourwolf. ] SHE was with me to fight , not to going on a date!
[ text; dear sourwolf. ] why did you ask? are you jealous?
[ text; Casss ]: u forgot to mention what happend after that fight
[ text; Casss ]: maybe the fight wasn’t date but the cleaning after
[ text; Casss ]: and sleeping in the same room surely was
[ text; Casss ]: why would I be jealous?
[ text; Casss ]: she just told everyone what happend before
[ text; Casss ]: u told me so …
“of course you matter to me! it’s just…” he looked at her as he dropped his hands on his tight. he doesn’t know what to say to her. he needed to leave town, he couldn’t just tell her that he loved her and after that broke her heart. hiding his feelings sounds good to him. “It’s just… I need to leave okay? there is someone who is looking for me and next time I stayed in a town and didn’t want to follow her she killed almost all my friends!” he looks at her as he sigh. “I don’t want this to happen again. I don’t want to see people die because of me… I don’t want to be guilty again… I don’t want to feel this anger in me because if I let it out of me the beast will come and he will follow her… I just … please trust me when I said this… trust me when I said I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Just what?” The girl exclaimed, looking at him with a wide-eyed expression. She was broken, shattered, everything he’d done had broken her more and more. “You think I can’t handle myself? Dammit, Cas-- I love you! I can handle myself, I’m not going to die, you won’t be guilty..” Tears were running down her cheeks, a hand moving up to wipe under her eyes. “...I hate you.. how could you do this to me?” A step was taken back from him - she felt betrayed, hurt, used - he was hiding his feelings, she could see that, and she hated it. She hated him. He knew that she could handle herself, so why had he made this decision? Why had he hurt her in the first place? She just couldn’t understand it.
