Fated Bonds

Chapter 11

Sabrina lay awake in her room, feeling the weight of days of confinement press down on her. Her mind raced with unanswered questions about Elena's involvement with the Mikaelsons, yet she remained unaware of the protective spell Bonnie had cast around her.

With a surge of determination, Sabrina swung her legs off the bed and stood up, her heart pulsing with anticipation. She crossed the room purposefully and grasped the doorknob, expecting it to open easily. Instead, a sudden searing heat scorched her palm as she tried to turn it.

"Ow!" Sabrina exclaimed, pulling her hand back in pain. Smoke wisped from the doorframe, revealing an invisible barrier that had burned her. Panic surged through her as she called out desperately, "Caroline! Mom!"

Minutes crawled by before hurried footsteps approached from the other side of the door. Caroline's voice, filled with concern, reached her. "Sabrina, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Pressing her hand against the door, Sabrina felt the residual heat. "Caroline, I can't get out," she explained urgently. "There's some kind of barrier. It burned me when I tried to leave."

A stunned silence hung in the air before Caroline responded, her voice tinged with worry. "Oh no," she murmured. "Sabrina, listen to me. Bonnie must have cast a protective spell on your room. It's to keep you safe from whatever's going on with the Mikaelsons."

Sabrina's heart sank. She had hoped for answers, but now she found herself trapped, isolated from those who could help her make sense of the turmoil. "Caroline, please," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need to know what's happening. Elena... she's involved somehow, isn't she?"

There was a long pause before Caroline reluctantly admitted, "Yes, Sabrina. Elena's been keeping secrets, and it's tied to the Mikaelsons. But right now, your safety comes first. We can't risk you getting caught up in their dangerous game."

Leaning against the door, Sabrina's mind spun with frustration and fear. She knew Caroline was right—the Mikaelsons were powerful and unpredictable. But the need for clarity drove her to push against the confines of her room.

Hours turned into days as Sabrina remained locked away, grappling with the web of alliances and betrayals that entangled her world. She felt the weight of isolation, a prisoner in her own home.

After three days of futile attempts to reason with Caroline through the barrier, Sabrina's despair deepened, and she fell silent. Two weeks passed before Caroline burst into her room unexpectedly, placing a to-go container on the bedside table and patting the mattress invitingly.

"Caroline, what's going on?" Sabrina asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.

"Daddy's dead," Caroline sobbed, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

"Fuck you, Caroline, fuck you," Sabrina erupted, pushing her sister away. Caroline's tears flowed freely as she asked, bewildered, "What?"

"You locked me in this room, didn't tell me Dad was back, and then you waltz in here to tell me he's dead. I never got to say goodbye," Sabrina yelled, her voice cracking with anguish.

"He didn't want to become a vampire. He wanted to see you, but—" Caroline started.

"But what?" Sabrina seethed.

"I didn't let him," Caroline admitted quietly.

"You had no right!" Sabrina accused.

"I know, okay?" Caroline whispered, tears staining her cheeks. "But you have to stay in here. It's not safe outside."

"Caroline, let me out. I'll leave Mystic Falls.  I'll go," Sabrina pleaded.