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❝ i guess the killer was at the bottom of a bourbon bottle after all. ❞
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SOMETIMES ENOLA HATED THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE WITH ITS FALSE WORDS LIKE SUNSET. The sun does not set. It does not rise either. It just stays there in one place, yet we get all romantic, huddling on beaches to watch its departure when it is us who turn away from it. Which is a good thing—if the sun could turn, it would never come back, it would just keep going, looking for a better planet to nourish.
Moonlight is another lie. It is a luminescent echo. The moon is a politician whose speeches are written by the sun. She longed for a world where witnesses in court must place their hands on a dictionary when they swear. A world where an archer must ask the arrow for permission before loading it into a crossbow. A world with inverted flashlights that shoot out beams of darkness so you can go to the beach and sabotage sunbathers, rob them of their shine. A world where people only eat animals they wish to emulate. But who the hell is she? She is just the spark from two people who rubbed their genitals together like sticks in a forest one October night because they were cold. She is just burning the firecracker at both ends. Every morning she gets up and swallows her anxiety pills. She knew the glass was half full, but it was a shot glass and she was very thirsty. She knew it is easy not to cry over spilled milk when you have got another carton in the fridge.
"I've been having these dreams for days now. It's like the witches are trying to send me a message." Bonnie informed.
Enola and Elena stood in the cellar of the old witch house where the four stolen coffins that belonged to Klaus sat quietly. They had just learned that they had been there this entire time. The spirits of the one hundred dead witches used their magic to hide them. It was clever really. They never have known if Bonnie hadn't forced them out of bed early that morning with the confession hesitantly pouring from her lips.
"I just can't believe you guys kept this from us this whole time," Elena frowned.
"Stefan thought if you guys knew where the coffins were, Klaus could threaten people to get the information out of you." Bonnie said.
"So these are the rest of his family?" Enola inquired, looking between the four coffins.
"Yeah, Elijah and two others." Bonnie confirmed.
"What about this one?" Enola wondered, moving across the room to the fourth coffin.
"It won't open. We don't know who is in it or what is in it." Bonnie answered. "Only that I think my dream is telling me it will help kill Klaus."
