Bonnie shook her head, not really wanting to move, but she really needed to. Her bed was getting covered in her blood and she sighed, feeling tired as she leaned over and hissed as Dixon looked it over. She swallowed and rested her head on her knees and she could feel hot tears stinging behind her eyes, threatening to fall. Why couldn't she stop this? She was a witch? What was going on? She had no idea at this point.
The next thing she knew, Damon's arm was there, his blood ... it would heal her. She looked up at Damon and then over at Dixon. She didn't want to because she knew Dixon would have an issue with it, but she knew if she did, she would heal.
"I'm sorry, Dixon." She wished he wouldn't look when she leaned over and licked his wrist, letting his blood touch her tongue. Instantly, she felt herself getting healed, the scratch makes, the stab wounds gone, but the dizzy feeling was still there. The overwhelming feeling that the walls were closing in on her was still there.
She was so tired.
Bonnie explained to them what happened in the dream, how she was in Mystic Falls, how the town was deserted except for three girls playing jump rope. The song, the man - he was disgusting. Everytime Bonnie closed her eyes, she would see him and she was afraid to go to sleep.
But she was so tired.
She sighed, a few hours later, holding her mug of coffee as she looked at Damon and Dixon. It was minutes after that, during their idle chit chat that Bonnie's eyes began to flutter. She tried to force herself to stay awake longer, she tried, but it wasn't working and a few minutes after that, she was out.
It was as if the dream picked up where it left off and she could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck. He was saying the cruelest things and Bonnie turned around, her arms out, as if she was grasping the energy to fuck him up. Because she wasn't going to die. She wasn't going to let him kill her. In the living room, Bonnie sat straight up, her arms out, her lips moving as if she was reciting a spell, but in her dream, it wasn't working and Freddy just chuckled at her.
Without magic, Bonnie was just human. She wasn't a vampire, she wasn't a werewolf. She was useless.
She did the only thing she could do and that was run, but every turn inside of the Salvatore boarding house was just another step closer to him.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled out, but he was just shadows, smoke and mirrors. His voice was like surround sound. She leaned against the wall in the hallway of the house and suddenly, the walls began to fall around her, the floor started to raise up and her arms were suddenly spread. Rope was tied around her wrists, her ankles and she screamed, somehow hoping that Dixon and Damon would hear her. That anyone would hear her.
"No one can save you now, Bon Bon," she heard and suddenly, she felt a wet tongue against her cheek. She wanted to be sick, but she didn't have a lot of time to think about that. Not when there was a slash of razors scraping her stomach, once and then twice. She cried out, his laughs drowning out her voice. He teased her as he poured gasoline around her and lit a match.
"Poof." His eyes brightened as he dropped it and Bonnie screamed.
In Bonnie's living room, Bonnie's screams could be heard, the blood could be seen and sensed and the smell of burning flesh flowed through the air as Bonnie's body began to burn in front of Dixon and Damon's eyes.