The Lost Mikaelson - The Vampire Diaries

13 : Good Mourning

Chapter 13

Plouc. Plouc. Plouc.

It was one in the morning and it was raining, as if the sky was mourning.

The grey alleyway was dark and desert. Perfect.

"Are you even sure this is gonna work? I've got to admit, I'm scared. No matter how many times I've died, I'm always concerned that it'll be the last one," shared Matt, arms folded against his chest.

Bonnie noticed Henry rolling his eyes from the corner of hers. She hated how he didn't even bother to empatize or reassure him. She brought an hand up to Matt's arm and let out :

"You'll be fine. And even if you end up not being fine, you have your ring, it'll keep you alive. Nothing can go wrong."

He nodded, still not fully convinced. He walked up to the other side of the alleyway, where Kol was standing, delimiting the perimeter inside of which Matt should be standing with bright neon scotch tape.

Despite having telling him otherwise, Bonnie didn't feel alright about the situation. She felt like she was dragging her good friend right into the lion's den. If Matt died, it'd be her fault, she was the one who succeeded in making him agree.

Her eyes watered up and she could barely feel her freezing fingers. She didn't know if it was the cold of the rain or the cold in her heart that did this to her. She did feel Henry's warm hand squeezing her shoulder.

"Hey, you alright?" he inquired, lowering his dark gaze to meet hers.

She promptly lied, faking a bright smile. Hiding her true feelings was becoming too easy. Henry averted his stare for a second, peering over her shoulder to look at his brother. When his eyes fixed Bonnie's again he looked stressed. He managed to stutter out :

"Look, just like your friend Matt, I'm scared of the outcome too," he marked a pause while he fished something out of his pocket. A small vial. Filled with blood. His. "We have no idea what's going to happen tonight, and if Kol hasn't done it already, I wanted you to have my blood."

Her eyes widened.

"No, I don't need this. I'm going to be fine. Matt risks being endangered, and you too, because you're this murderer's rival, remember? I'm just another pawn. You should give this to Matt."

"But it's you that I care for. Not Matt. And you're not entirely safe too. The night I met you, I was saving you from this creature's claws."

Bonnie looked up at him with uncertainty written across her face. If she'd accept his blood, she'd feel selfish because it was her friend of who knows how many years now who needed it the most. He was the bait. And maybe a part of her wanted Kol to be the one who was offering her his blood. Not Henry.

"This feels wrong," she uttered, looking down at the wet ground.

"And yet it is good," Henry insisted, grabbing her arms.

"No, this is wrong," she said, breaking free from his embrace.

"Wrong is the new good, angel."

She interiorly smiled at his lame attempt to convince her.

"Look, I'm not one for romantic relationships," he continued, making her roll her eyes with his last remark, "Last time I opened my heart, it was for this girl when I was thirteen years old who ended up liking Kol more. Sounds familiar enough to me. I don't want to repeat history, but it just feels so good with you. I don't want to lose you. This thing, this attraction, it's killing me. The sensation is overwhelming me."