A/N: This is set after Shadow Souls, so don't read if tu don't want spoilers. The prologue is a taster of how Fell's Church's existing atmosphere has turned agrio, agria once again..
Summary: Three years, after Elena makes her decision, the gang are struggling to carry on with their normal lives. All is quiet in town, so much so, that the damaged, strained relationships can be heard. The most sensitive of the group, Bonnie, is with difficulty getting used to it all, unaware of the dangerous secrets and new lies that lead to her..
There were three of them.
Like the Shakespearean witches planning doom on an unsuspecting individual.
Of course, the irony wasn't lost to one of the individuals, who with difficulty fought down a chuckle. Even after all this time, the deity above had a way of playing tricks on His creation. Obviously, some things were just meant to be shared.
Like the fate of an important little druid psychic within this particular circle.
The thought of this being highly well..irregular did occur to them all, but in their minds they had to be gods on this night. And they didn't need any worshippers, not since they so effectively fed themselves from the plate of self-serving. These three could protect themselves. These three feared no reprisal, no tears. It's just as well, since they were dealing with Bonnie McCullough, a thought that had gone through the group like a live wire affecting them más than it should.
The leader spoke first, deliberately mincing words out towards the other two, uncharacteristically actuación as though he was thinking on the spot.
"The little witch -"
"Bonnie."
"My apologies," he immediately responded, giving an ambiguous bow to the tallest of the speakers. "Bonnie, is more..in want of a better word useful, than previously thought."
"Useful?" whispered the third member, finally breaking silence. "She's just a common psychic."
"On the contrary," pressed on the first speaker, holding his finger up as to stop this naive statement manifesting itself in the room. "She is very special."
"She seems to have grown in power," agreed the segundo of the two, laying a hand on the shoulder irritable member of the group. "The stories seem to be true."
When no one spoke to this revelation, this was understood as an invitation to carry on. "I revisited the priestess and she told me, after some hefty payment that the other creatures, sought her kind out. Especially vampires."
The man nodded silently. This wasn't new to him, but he was patient enough tonight to listen to the whole story again.
"They maimed, killed her kind for centuries, until the druids, found a way to hide their abilities."
All set of eyes were now on the speaker.
"She claimed that they somehow sent their powers somewhere, to make them appear más human. Some abilities were retained such as aura reading..etc, etc to protect themselves, but the magic that they once possessed was reduced. Unfortunately, for them, their vampire masters sought them out and killed them anyway."
"Nice," muttered the blonde.
The figure nodded in agreement and continued. "It seems the vampiros were angry enough to wipe out the druids and some of the witches, yet not angry enough to not use their power."
"Some things are never meant to change," approved the vampire.
"Wait a minute. tu dicho stored, where can Bonnie have..?"
"Well, let's see, what place is big enough, empty enough, and just down right isolated enough -"
"The dimensions," dicho the other two together.
"Precisely.
tu have been watching her?" he interjected suddenly concerned. In his unnervingly, increasingly amateur excitement the vampire was begin to forget the basics.
"Yes."
"And?"
"It's as tu said, her power is growing fast."
"How can tu tell?"
"Last Wednesday, she wilted flores because she was sad."
The blonde felt inclined to laugh but thought it better not to. "So?"
"They were all the flores in Fell's Church."
Silence settled on them.
All three of them felt the buzz of these revelations.
A small red-head held the key finally preventing anymore wars. She was all that was needed.
"What do we do then?" asked the quietest of the trio.
"We leave her here," was the answer.
"What?" this time the informant spoke. "That's crazy. Anyone can-"
"Yes but anyone hasn't," replied the vampire angrily, becoming tired of how slow the meeting was going. "Think. It's because they don't know. Everyone assumes she's just a psychic. Somehow, the energy she absorbed is in harmony with her in Fell's Church. It would be unstable of us to remove her."
"Do tu think she knows?" as the taller figure suddenly nervous.
"Doubtful."
"Yeah..she is, well carefree."
"Like Mother Nature Nature itself."
"Hmpf."
A raised eyebrow.
"I still say we make a little introduction -"
"We will do no such thing."
"The girl could very likely panic and force the town to become a natural disaster area."
Silece yet again.
The segundo of the three cleared their throat, awkwardly and looked to to the other two. "I'll go and get started, shall I?"
The addressed just nodded silently, a signal that was taken gratefully.
"Didn't it occur to you?" asked the leader, suddenly thoughtful, settling himself opposite his companion as soon as the door had closed.
"What?"
"That perhaps, instead of preserving her, we may have actually plotted the demise of Bonnie McCullough."
Summary: Three years, after Elena makes her decision, the gang are struggling to carry on with their normal lives. All is quiet in town, so much so, that the damaged, strained relationships can be heard. The most sensitive of the group, Bonnie, is with difficulty getting used to it all, unaware of the dangerous secrets and new lies that lead to her..
There were three of them.
Like the Shakespearean witches planning doom on an unsuspecting individual.
Of course, the irony wasn't lost to one of the individuals, who with difficulty fought down a chuckle. Even after all this time, the deity above had a way of playing tricks on His creation. Obviously, some things were just meant to be shared.
Like the fate of an important little druid psychic within this particular circle.
The thought of this being highly well..irregular did occur to them all, but in their minds they had to be gods on this night. And they didn't need any worshippers, not since they so effectively fed themselves from the plate of self-serving. These three could protect themselves. These three feared no reprisal, no tears. It's just as well, since they were dealing with Bonnie McCullough, a thought that had gone through the group like a live wire affecting them más than it should.
The leader spoke first, deliberately mincing words out towards the other two, uncharacteristically actuación as though he was thinking on the spot.
"The little witch -"
"Bonnie."
"My apologies," he immediately responded, giving an ambiguous bow to the tallest of the speakers. "Bonnie, is more..in want of a better word useful, than previously thought."
"Useful?" whispered the third member, finally breaking silence. "She's just a common psychic."
"On the contrary," pressed on the first speaker, holding his finger up as to stop this naive statement manifesting itself in the room. "She is very special."
"She seems to have grown in power," agreed the segundo of the two, laying a hand on the shoulder irritable member of the group. "The stories seem to be true."
When no one spoke to this revelation, this was understood as an invitation to carry on. "I revisited the priestess and she told me, after some hefty payment that the other creatures, sought her kind out. Especially vampires."
The man nodded silently. This wasn't new to him, but he was patient enough tonight to listen to the whole story again.
"They maimed, killed her kind for centuries, until the druids, found a way to hide their abilities."
All set of eyes were now on the speaker.
"She claimed that they somehow sent their powers somewhere, to make them appear más human. Some abilities were retained such as aura reading..etc, etc to protect themselves, but the magic that they once possessed was reduced. Unfortunately, for them, their vampire masters sought them out and killed them anyway."
"Nice," muttered the blonde.
The figure nodded in agreement and continued. "It seems the vampiros were angry enough to wipe out the druids and some of the witches, yet not angry enough to not use their power."
"Some things are never meant to change," approved the vampire.
"Wait a minute. tu dicho stored, where can Bonnie have..?"
"Well, let's see, what place is big enough, empty enough, and just down right isolated enough -"
"The dimensions," dicho the other two together.
"Precisely.
tu have been watching her?" he interjected suddenly concerned. In his unnervingly, increasingly amateur excitement the vampire was begin to forget the basics.
"Yes."
"And?"
"It's as tu said, her power is growing fast."
"How can tu tell?"
"Last Wednesday, she wilted flores because she was sad."
The blonde felt inclined to laugh but thought it better not to. "So?"
"They were all the flores in Fell's Church."
Silence settled on them.
All three of them felt the buzz of these revelations.
A small red-head held the key finally preventing anymore wars. She was all that was needed.
"What do we do then?" asked the quietest of the trio.
"We leave her here," was the answer.
"What?" this time the informant spoke. "That's crazy. Anyone can-"
"Yes but anyone hasn't," replied the vampire angrily, becoming tired of how slow the meeting was going. "Think. It's because they don't know. Everyone assumes she's just a psychic. Somehow, the energy she absorbed is in harmony with her in Fell's Church. It would be unstable of us to remove her."
"Do tu think she knows?" as the taller figure suddenly nervous.
"Doubtful."
"Yeah..she is, well carefree."
"Like Mother Nature Nature itself."
"Hmpf."
A raised eyebrow.
"I still say we make a little introduction -"
"We will do no such thing."
"The girl could very likely panic and force the town to become a natural disaster area."
Silece yet again.
The segundo of the three cleared their throat, awkwardly and looked to to the other two. "I'll go and get started, shall I?"
The addressed just nodded silently, a signal that was taken gratefully.
"Didn't it occur to you?" asked the leader, suddenly thoughtful, settling himself opposite his companion as soon as the door had closed.
"What?"
"That perhaps, instead of preserving her, we may have actually plotted the demise of Bonnie McCullough."
