BEFORE THE TIME, IT GOT AWAY FROM US,
[ in which , stefan salvatore somehow
managed to get the original hybrids'
twin sister to fall in love with him due
to a...
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❛ THEN EARN IT ❜ ・₊˚៹ . ❪ lucky again - act one ❫ ˖ ₊˚.⋆ 。✧˖° ࿐⠀┊ ⠀CH. 15⠀┊ 🧛♀️💐💀
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THE DIM LIGHTING IN the house flickered as Bonnie knelt before the coffin, her fingers tracing the ancient carvings on its surface. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs, the remnants of her spellwork swirling around her like a phantom presence.
She shut her eyes, inhaling deeply, and resumed her chanting, the Latin words flowing from her lips in a steady, commanding rhythm.
Her voice grew louder, more insistent. She could feel the magic humming beneath her skin, pulsing through her veins like an electric current. She pressed her hands flat against the coffin, willing it to obey. The room trembled ever so slightly, a whisper of movement shuddering through the floor.
Bonnie's heart pounded in anticipation, her breath caught in her throat. But then ─ nothing. The lid remained sealed, unmoved, as if her magic was simply bouncing off an invisible wall.
Frustration surged through her. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
"Why won't you open?!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty house.
As if in response, the coffins suddenly vanished before her eyes. One moment they were there ─ solid, immovable ─ and the next, they were simply gone, like shadows erased by the morning sun.
The silence that followed was deafening. Bonnie's breath hitched as she heard it: the soft creak of floorboards shifting under the weight of someone else. Her spine stiffened, every muscle in her body going taut. She wasn't alone.
A prickle of unease slithered down her spine. She turned her head slowly, her pulse hammering against her ribs.
"Hello?" Her voice was steady, but barely above a whisper. "Is someone there?" The silence stretched. The only sound was her own breathing, quick and shallow.
Outside, footsteps crunched against the gravel path leading to the house.
"You didn't say anything to Elena about the coffins, right?" Stefan's voice, low and serious.
"No," Damon replied easily. "I said I wouldn't."
"I know what you said," Stefan pressed, his eyes narrowing.
Damon sighed, exasperated. "Why are you asking?"
"Because protecting the location of Klaus' family is my number one priority right now," Stefan answered sharply. "And the fewer people who know, the better."
