I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 39: 'A Witch's Place'

(*tw: mentions of s**cide/s***cidal thoughts)

THIS PAST YEAR HAS TRULY TESTED BONNIE'S ZERO CONCUSSION STREAK IN WAYS HER ROLE AS A FLYER ON THE SCHOOL CHEERLEADING TEAM COULD NEVER, IT HAS ONLY BEEN A RECENT RECURRING EXPERIENCE FOR HER TO WAKE UP WITH NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS AND THIS ONE IS NOT ANY DIFFERENT -SORT OF

As soon as the black hood is lifted, her winced eyes search for her kidnapper.

She woke up about an hour ago, immediately squirming in the chair her ankles and wrists are bound in, nearly hyperventilating over the suffocating darkness surrounding her. The four 'w's occupied her head: Where, who, for what and why?

It's only in this moment that the hushed voices and shuffling footsteps come into vision as the bright basement light hanging above her makes things clear- well barely.

Even with her decent eye sight, everything still has an edge of blur to it, the cheap bulb gives everything a filtered shade of light yellow.

Three distinct snaps from very impatient fingers get in her face, making her want to bite them quiet.

"Bonnie," Another snap, "Did you hear me?"

"Mmm, wha-" Her throat quenches with thirst. Mouth feeling like she's swallowed sand, dry and powdery, she swallows deeply before croaking, "W-wha...what?"

"Jesus, how much did you give her?" The older man in front of her asks callously to his accomplices, not that she can see them.

"You said we couldn't hit her so we gave her more of the sedative when she woke up in the car." Another man responds with a potent Southern twang.

Woke up in the car, she wonders to herself, why don't I remember?

"How much more?"

"Like...five grams?"

Of what, she wonders in her subconscious when her voice fails her.

"Are you a moron? Look at her, she's tiny!" These voices are starting to hurt her head more than they already are, "You gave her enough to knock out three grown men."

"What else was I supposed to do, she was tweekin' all over the place."

"I'm sorry, but correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't vampires supposed to have super strength as in they're physically superior to a barely 120 pound teenage girl?" No reply, "Where was Rex in all this anyway? It was his responsibility to keep her buttoned down."

"He ain't here."

A disgruntled sigh.

"Why not?"

"He's dead," A different more feminine voice answers in a foreign accent. French, maybe? She blindly feels eyes on her, "She killed him."

There's a moment of silence, as soon as she starts to groan in pain over her pounding head again, the voices grow quiet and she struggles to keep up with their conversation. Although, there is one word that's audible: bucket.

Not even a second later, litres of water rains down on her head, drenching her immediately. Gasping loudly, she nearly goes into shock as her spine stiffens and her limbs start shivering at the ice cold liquid dripping from her now more conscious form. As shoes step cautiously towards her, she tries to sneak a peak at them through the wet strands of her hair that's curtaining her face.

Now that her vision's cleared up, she starts fidgeting restlessly in her seat, the light above starts flickering.

Immediately her jaw is grabbed by rough but warm hands, a disapproving sound ringing in her ears.