Who: Bonnie and Claire What: Meeting, talking When: Bendy times Where: The prison Warnings: Not really
Bonnie was desperate to find a spell that could undo Elena's compulsion without nearly killing her. She knew it could be done, but it was a slow process and it hurt like a bitch. She was sitting in her bed, looking over her grimoire that she somehow received. She remembered she woke up that morning and there it was, right next to her in bed. She didn't understand why it would show up, but then again, she didn't understand why she showed up here period. She knew she probably had more important things to worry about - mainly Kai - but without the ascendant, there wasn't exactly a lot she could.
Kai had a neverending supply of magic because he was a vampire now which she didn't understand but apparently it was a thing. She felt like it was cheating and instead of thinking about that, she'd rather think about helping her best friend. She needed to help Elena, she needed her back. For herself and of course for Caroline and then ... for Damon. She knew how much Damon missed her and how much he was playing with that fine line that he enjoyed walking on. Only now it was more depressing and everything was just off. She needed to at least try and fix it.
With each minute that passed by, she felt her hunger pains get more and more painful. And so far, she hadn't found what she was looking for, but she still had more pages to cover. Closing the book, she carried it over to the dresser that was in the room and instead of putting it in a drawer, she pushed it back to its hiding place between the wall and the dresser where it was snug tightly before she grabbed her jacket and slipped it on and put on her shoes. She headed from her cell to the kitchen so she could find something to eat.
It was amazing how the prison seemed to be a well oiled machine. Everything and everyone had a place and a purpose and it was impressive. Bonnie didn't mind the prison, she enjoyed it here and she felt they were safer here, but Bonnie also didn't mind venturing out. She did go to Bellamy's that night not too long ago for a few drinks and ended up staying out there before coming back in the morning.
Bellamy was actually a great listener for the most part. She ranted and raved over a few things going on around her as she drank whatever Bellamy had given her. It helped. It wasn't long until she felt no pain and she slept better than she had in weeks. But now it was back to this, the pressure, the what ifs. The stress that just seemed to envelope her was tight and pressing down on her.