servant of nature

Elena nodded, she knew the feeling all too well. She had once planned to go to college for writing but now Elena didn’t think she would graduate high school let alone college. She wondered how it would be different if her parents were still around, what they could have done to get her out of this mess her life had become. Elena knew she could have convinced her dad that Stefan was a good person, that despite him being a vampire he was still good. She wasn’t so sure she would have made the same convincing argument for Damon as she could have for the younger Salvatore. 

“The here and now is way too complicated. Most days I just want to hide in my room and pretend it doesn’t exist.”  Elena admitted as they walked towards the beer table. She didn’t often admit to the anxiety, the fear, the nightmares, that seemed to creep up when Elena was alone. The summer had been bad enough after Stefan left, and the only ones who knew just how bad it was were Alaric and Jeremy. She hated the fact her younger brother had been woken up by her nightmares, hated the fact he or Alaric had felt the need to stay up with her until she was back asleep or it was morning. 

Elena laughed a little, “No idea what you’re talking about Bons” she said smiling at her friend as she grabbed another beer. 

It hurt Bonnie hear Elena say that --- but she understood it.  

To think that just a few years ago they were more concerned with whether or not a boy liked them or what they would wear to one of those silly dances.  School stressed them out.  Not life or death.  

“It would be easy to do that.  Just shut the world away.  Not practical though.  I think if we can say anything about this past year we can say that we proved ourselves capable of kicking some serious ass,” Bonnie pointed out.  As much as she wanted to keep the night as far away from talking about their recent struggles as she could, she also wanted Elena to realize that they had held their own at everything that been thrown at them.  

Stefanie had been told so many stories throughout her life, ones of princesses and princes. Ones of knights in shining armour and others of witches, vampires and werewolves that involved her family. The uncle she was named after, her aunts she barely saw and uncles who didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Learning about the issues with her blood it was obvious that the Salvatore School would be the safest place for the child and now she was a permanent resident much to her hesitation of being in a school full of vampires.  Holding onto her school books while most of the vampires slept, it was safer for the walking cure to move throughout the school, reading a few secret copies of her uncle’s diaries, trying to learn the history of her parents until she saw the look on a strangers face, one that was easily recognisable. She never truly met her Aunt Bonnie for long periods of time, but now was as good as ever.  “Mom and dad have mentioned you yes, and Aunt Caroline as well. I’m Stefanie, I know who you are, Bonnie.” 

It was so strange in a way --- to see the child of two of her closest friends standing before her.  She felt guilt that this was how they met for the first time.  It should have been sooner of course.  But Bonnie had been too wrapped in her own grief to come back to Mystic Falls sooner 

(she still missed Enzo every day but it no longer drove her to do things that were not safe) 

@servantofnature clicked the ♡

“—why should i trust a word you say?”

@servantofnature ☼ wants to play with Silas

                     ❝  Oh No, it’s the Bennett Witch, am I supposed                               to be shaking in my Boots.  That would be a little                                redundant don’t ya think.  Seeing as how I am ,                              not afraid of a washed up witch.  ❞  

His eyes rolled teasingly. “Charades, Bonnie, really?” It reminded him of the things they’d do in prison world when they were utterly desperate for entertainment and since television wasn’t really a thing, aside from VHS tapes, they did things like charades. “Netflix sounds like a better option if we can agree on something.” They had countless bickers over what to watch since their taste differed so much. “Shall I make popcorn?”

      “ you’re right, she would. but, like you said — she’s dead, so… she kind of can’t. “ besides he didn’t care what his dead sister would say about him now anyways, not when it was sure to be similar to what everyone else called. a murderer, a freak, a sociopath, a abomination, a monster — he had heard it all, and none of it phased him in the slightest. “ ric is still alive? i figured one of you would’ve killed him by now. or vice versa, because he did seem a little vindictive towards your little group. “ maybe he was reading too much into it, but when he was around the last time he felt a little tension lingering in the air. maybe from alaric being human perhaps? maybe cause he wanted to protect his family? though the latter obviously didn’t work out since the male couldn’t even protect his bride let alone himself. “ hm, i did say that, didn’t i? oops, i’ve already said too much. “  he had plans but, he wasn’t going to let her in on it not when she would only attempt to foil it. 

“Just remember that little fact the next time you decide to use her as some kind of moral shield, Kai.  Along with the fact that you made her that way.”  She didn’t expect him to feel guilt over that.  Or remorse.  No, he had long ago proven that he simply did not care about anything, unless it was directly linked to himself.  

Bonnie felt her muscles tense once more when he spoke of Ric.  “You interpretation o the situation between Ric and the rest of us just goes to show how little you understand how actual relationships work.”  

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It actually took a moment or two for her to realize what was happening.  One moment, she was celebrating a brand new year, the next she was wrapped up in a kiss (and what a kiss).  She was nearly too far gone when it hit her. 

This was Klaus. 

She was kissing Klaus. 

She jumped back as if she had been electrocuted.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth was still open.  She could taste the alcohol on her lips (was it from him?  how much had she had to drink?!).  She could blame him.  It would be easy but not exactly true.  It took two to tango in this instance. 

So she said the next best thing. 

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