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Chapter 5: "Bonnie, burn that dreadful wig! "

Sleepless nights were becoming all too common for Yvette; she didn't want to risk another nightmare. Yvette knew she'd have to sleep one of these days before she loses control of her powers, but today wasn't one of those days.

She didn't want to risk another nightmare.

Remembering she had agreed to teach Bonnie magic with Amelie, she groaned, and shot up from bed. It was an instant regret. She brought her hand to her head as a sharp pain caught her by surprise.

Maybe she should've slept.

She decided to go downstairs and make coffee. Standing up was dizzying, but she powered through it, going downstairs and bumping into Elena.

She groaned again, hand rubbing circles around her forehead. "Elena, if you and Stefan want to shag, that's fine, but at least watch where you're going!" She walked past her, increasingly annoyed.

Elena eyed her before smirking. "What's got you so worked, Yvette?"

Yvette turned backwards. "Who do you think—" She paused. "Katerina," she gritted out.

"Ever so perceptive, Yvette," Katherine replied, words dripping with sarcasm.

Yvette glared at the vampire. "Go away before I become more angry, Kitty Kat." Yvette's eyes turned entirely black as she calmly responded to Katherine's words.

Katherine, knowing she was fighting a losing battle resigned, vampire speeding away.

"Katherine needs to die," Yvette mumbled to herself.

When she got to the kitchen, she angrily made coffee with a mix. It tasted like dirt water, but it had to do. "I need cold water," she mumbled. She got a glass and opened the tap, turning it to the cold side.

"Drinking tap water like a peasant," she murmured. No offense to peasants, of course, she'd once been one.

Yvette sighed as the water touched her lips. Hot coffee and cold water, best combination after little to no sleep.

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Amelie woke up feeling refreshed and happy; she couldn't wait to start teaching Bonnie! Her dreams had been pleasant and sleep even more so.

She'd dreamt of her mother, when they were in Paris in 1975, and at some restaurant that was now a hotel. It was a good memory. She remembered what her mum told her then. 'Helping people gives me joy because of all the times I could have been helped and I wasn't.'

"I'm going to help her as much as I can, mother," she declared softy, hoping her mum would hear her wherever she was.

She got up from bed, went to the shower, put clothes on and came downstairs.

Amelie saw her sister when she got to the kitchen. She was surprised, Yvette didn't wake up early.

"You're awake," Amelie stated, features distorted in confusion.

Yvette winced. "Must you be so loud!"

Amelie gaped at her sister. She wasn't being loud! She opened her mouth to defend herself when Yvette made a stop motion with her palm

"Please be quiet," she actually pleaded with an almost groan. "I'm going to the car, are you coming along?"

Amelie eyed her sister before nodding her head. What was wrong with her? She wondered.

The two sisters took Amelie's car because Yvette refused to drive or stay in front. She'd been curled up in the backseat of Amelie's car and Amelie was wondering what was happening.

She couldn't take another second of Yvette's soft groaning, so she stopped the car. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I have... a headache." Yvette forced out.