Transference || TVD

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•27 across•

-Two Months Ago-

"Whats a seven letter word for kill me now?" "Suicide." I didn't look up to Bonnie as I spoke. I'm technically not wrong. "That joke got old six weeks ago." Just like pancakes.

Flipping the page of my mother's grimoire, I sighed. Sadly Bonnie wasn't the only one that started to have some magic problems when we got here. "So did this crossword puzzle. Everyday for two months, and I still can't figure out twenty-seven across." Leaning over the table, I looked at the puzzle. Yeah I got no fucking clue either. "An old tongue twisted Eddie turned top forty?" Sounds like nonsense.

As Damon put the plates of pancakes in front of us Bonnie started to stab hers with the pencil. "And I hate pancakes!" "Whoa. Don't take it out on the pancakes." Taking a blueberry off my plate, I put it in my mouth. At least food doesn't expire here. "Those pancakes, like myself, are waiting for you both to be witchy to get us the hell out of here."

As Damon spoke he went back over to the island counter. Understandably angry, Bonnie stood up and turned to face him. "You know we've been trying!" "And failing." Shut up Damon.

Ripping off a piece from one of my pancakes I stuffed it in my mouth. "Further evidence we're in hell." Yeah that's fair.

Underlining some of the words on the page, I flipped to the next one after. "Not only am I stuck with you, I'm stuck with the useless version of you two." "I'll kick your ass" Damon ignored my statement, while Bonnie also looked ready to kick his ass.

She went to speak but paused. Oh fuck, what is it? For anger to disappear from her face that quick...

As Bonnie looked around in what seemed to be confusion I closed the grimoire. Damon is still making pancakes of course. "Did you hear that?" What? The fuck? Are you talking about? "What would I have heard, Bonnie? We're the only three people here. We were the only three people here two months ago, and the only three people here now!" Cool your tits Damon.

I might have conveniently turned off emotions like guilt, sadness, missing people, but she still has me a bit freaked out. "Well, I swear I heard something!"

As Bonnie yelled in Damon face I brushed my hair behind my ear. There is something. It's faint. But it's there. "Maybe it's the sound of existential despair. I hear that's what hell sounds like." Unhelpful.

Standing up from the table, I picked up the grimoire to hold it close to my chest. "You know what? You think we're trapped in your hell? I have to spend every day on repeat with one of the people I like least on this earth!" At least she didn't include me in that.

"Maybe we're trapped in mine." Probably equally all of our hells combined.

Bonnie walked back to the table and grabbed Miss Cuddles. While she stormed out of the kitchen Damon looked to me. "Sorry I got to go keep failing at being witchy."
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-Present Day-

Closing the last grimoire, I sighed. I can hear Damon in the hall. Still just throwing that ball at the wall and catching it.

He stood up. And I heard him go up to Stefan's room.

Me and Bonnie are just... Running out of paths to go. I've read every one of my mother's grimoires and... Nothing.

As I heard Damon pull out Elena's necklace I sighed. I kept listening as he put it back in its box.

Something... It feels like there's something I'm forgetting. Something obvious. Right in front of me.

I can't figure it out. It's just Elena's necklace. It doesn't matter.

After a little while I went to join Bonnie and Damon in the kitchen.

She set the bowl down in front of me and I gave her a smile. I think it's a kind of soup.

Honestly I'm really not hungry right now though. "I miss them, too, you know? And if Tony could so would she." If I let myself care about anyone, besides myself, I wouldn't come back from that. And next thing you know I turn it all off and you guys have a Katherine Pierce level problem. It's more for your mental wellbeing than mine. But I know what you mean.

Damon nodded to her slightly. This feels awkward now.

Picking up my spoon, I started to eat as Damon grabbed the newspaper. "Look who got 27 across." "I wish. 27 across is a rock I am pushing up an endless mountain." Oh fuck-

This is really really not good. I'm starting to think this isn't our hell. "An old tongue twister Eddie turned top forty. Eddie vedder, pearl jam. Yellow ledbetter. Good work." Bonnie looked up to Damon as he dropped the paper. We are so royally fucked.

Grabbing the paper, she stared down at it. "Are you messing with me?" Bonnie looked to me first and I shook my head. So she switched to questioning Damon. "No. Are you messing with me?" "I didn't finish this. Neither did Tony."

Damon glanced down to the paper and he seemed to be starting to think the same thing I am. "Well, neither did I."

For a moment they stared at each other before Bonnie spoke. "There's someone else here."

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Yeah we're starting short okay? I've tried writing this chapter 3 times I'm going with this