❝FUCK IT, IT'S FINE.❞
In which a high school cheerleader prone to making bad decisions meets the biggest one she's ever going to make.
{the vampire diaries s1-2}
{book one}
cover by @lantea-
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Sitting on the worn sofa in the Salvatore living room, Chloe observed the tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. The room was filled with a mix of determination and anxiety as the group huddled together, their faces illuminated by the flickering light from the fireplace.
"So we go to the dance, we find him," Damon said, his voice resolute but edged with a hint of frustration.
"Really? How are we going to do that? We don't even know what he looks like," Stefan countered, his brow furrowing in frustration.
"Something tells me he's not gonna be sixteen and pimply," Damon shot back, trying to lighten the mood, but the heaviness of the situation lingered.
"He could be anywhere at any time. He compelled somebody at school. I guess it's not as safe as you guys thought, huh?" Stefan added, glancing around the room. Chloe's eyes rolled in exasperation at the repeated concerns.
The sound of the door creaking open drew their attention. Alaric stepped in, looking apologetically flustered.
"There you are," Damon greeted him, a mix of relief and impatience in his tone.
"Sorry I'm late," Alaric said, brushing off his coat and trying to catch his breath.
"Hey, I need you to put me down as a chaperone at the dance tonight. Klaus made his first move," Damon said, his voice carrying a weight of urgency.
"Okay, so we find him, and then what, hmm? What's our plan of attack?" Elena asked, her eyes scanning the room, searching for a viable strategy.
"Me. I'm the plan. He has no idea how much power I can channel. If you can find him, I can kill him," Bonnie declared with a fierce determination, her eyes flashing with conviction.
"That's not going to be that easy," Alaric said with a wry laugh. "I mean, he is the biggest, baddest vampire around."
"Alaric has a point. I mean, what if he-" Damon began, his voice cutting through the room as he lunged towards Bonnie. In a swift, graceful motion, Bonnie used her magic to hurl Damon across the room with a forceful push. He crashed against the wall, his body slamming into the furniture with a thud.
"Well, I was impressed," Stefan said, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration.
"Actually, I had my eyes closed," Chloe smirked, her tone light despite the gravity of the situation. "Do it again?"
"It doesn't matter if he's an Original. I can take down anyone who comes at me. I can kill him, Elena. I know I can," Bonnie insisted, her voice unwavering, her eyes burning with a fierce determination.
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Chloe sighed deeply as she sat at her vanity, her fingers delicately clipping the jeweled headpiece into her neatly styled bun. The glimmer of the jewels caught the light, casting a soft glow around her reflection.
