"Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a sword"
In which a powerful witch decides to head to New Orleans after 100...
Mystic Falls "I don't like it Bonnie," Elena, the brunette followed her friend around the Salvatore boarding house as she looked for her purse.
"Neither do I, Elena," the witch sighed in frustration, slamming her hands down on the leather chair in front of her. "But so far, this is leading us no where. We don't even know her name! We don't know whens she's coming, we don't know why-"
"Exactly!" Elena rolled her eyes in exasperation and put both of her hands on her best friends shoulders. "You're safest here. Just until we figure out what's happening. Please, Bon Bon."
Elena gave Bonnie her sweetest smile and all the witch could do was roll her eyes in agitation . "Ugh! Fine," Elena was about to pull Bonnie into a hug until she held up one finger. "But, we have to go to my house and grab my grimoires."
"Deal, I'll drive." A smug voice sounded behind them along with the jingle of car keys. When the pair of girls turned around they were met with none other than Damon Salvatore.
"No way," Bonnie began to protest but was quickly cut off with a glare from Elena and a few silent words. With a sigh she looked at Damon and shook her head. "Fine, lets go."
The trio began walking to the door until Bonnie began to stumble. "Guys..." Bonnie held her head and tried to take deep breaths. Elena was quickly by her side, rubbing circles on her back turning to look at Damon who was standing still. He began to walk towards Bonnie until there was a knock at the door. He looked at the witch who was transfixed on the door and confusion swirled within him.
He turned around and began walking to the door, his hand stopping on the metal doorknob. When he finally yanked the door open he took a step back, taken off guard by the sheer power bursting through.
When he blinked enough to see the woman in the door he couldn't help but stare at her. She was gorgeous. Of course, she knew that, she had men telling her that from the moment she was born.
Elvina stared right back at the man whose eyes were a crystal blue. She was intrigued by him. By his very nature. She could read him like a book. By the way he carried himself, to the way he seemed to calculate every small detail- he was a vampire. She couldn't help but be a little angry, too.
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She quickly got tired of the staring game and I smiled at Damon. "Hello,"
Damon acted impulsively, as usual and grabbed the witch and pulled her inside, pinning her to a wall. "Who are you?" He sneered, his fangs slightly showing.
Elvina rolled her eyes and next thing everyone knew, Damon was on the ground, gasping in pain. His veins were a sickly green color and he struggled to catch his breath because it felt like all his veins were on fire.
