Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

274: Your Dumb Ying Yang Fetish

a/n: lmao I feel like I've massively overhyped this chapter when it's all over the place, but we're officially entering peak TVD silliness soooooo mwhahaha
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"Not until I know you're safe."

MJ groaned against the white floor, trying to stop her nails from tearing through her forehead as waves of energy tapped against her skull.

"He's human."

Tap.

"I know what happened to Enzo."

Tap.

"Every time I close my eyes – "

SCCrrrreeeeeeeeeecccccc –

"I can hear the screams."

She lurched up in a wail, whacked into glass she couldn't see, held by its tremor, chimed at the start of a speech that never came, desperate to bleed into her abyss –

Thump.

Three layers flashed over MJ's eyes, almost creating shapes in her prison. From yellow, to orange, to – MJ couldn't stop herself from screaming as her stomach turned in on itself, head slammed back into the floor, eyes facing up – if there even was an 'up' any more. Her shoulders twinged together like she might be able to crack her spine and end the –

A louder scream was like a knife down her throat, dampness racing across her skin, splashing shadows into existence.

"Bonnie," She groaned, "Please."

Was her blood black?

"If you can feel this..."

That didn't make sense – MJ couldn't even see the blood – was there any blood? She was a ghost. Ghosts couldn't bleed – then again, the spirits in the ancestral realm had, and if she was in some sort of hell, torture would only work if she could feel pain –

"If you can feel me?"

One of the voices had been Bonnie's.

"Stop."

Behind the pulsing pain, was something familiar. Magic MJ knew; a person MJ knew. If she could hear Bonnie's voice, and feel someone pulling on her power? Asking for familial help? Or channelling? Or, just, anything? Hope had made contact! MJ had ended up in Mystic Falls before! Why couldn't it be Bonnie? Maybe this was all an unintended consequence of her friends search because 'Arcadius' had mentioned her?

But when she'd seen that vision of Damon and...

He'd said Bonnie had screwed something up, so MJ was kinda assuming her friends were no longer looking for her spirit, but if that was the case, who was pulling on her?

"Whatever you're trying to do – "

There was a hand. Poking out, just within reach, like a flower begging to be plucked. MJ lurched to grab the fleeting fingers, unsure if she was meant to be pulled away by it, or drag whoever it belonged to –

Whoever?

It was familiar, and soft, and MJ desperately tried to flip herself over, skin only wetter, her own scream appearing as cracks splintered out from her back. Everything was cracking. Like a spiderweb, leaving her in the centre, freshly caught prey, cuts of black so hypnotic after all the white, daring her to stare into them. It called out. It wanted her to turn and tumble, as the shaking only grew stronger, and –