Nightmares ; Bonkai

chapter 26

"What are you doing?" A formal voice came from behind her.

She kept her face in the bookcase, pulling them out in piles and dropping them into a large storage container. For days now Bonnie had searched the house for Emily's grimoire that used to be tucked safely away with the rest of her belongings. She made sure to change the hiding place so many times almost she couldn't keep track of where it was, but it didn't seem to be in a single one of her spots.

She had spent her free time combing through the library for any other grimoire's that the Salvatore's would have collected over the century and couldn't find a single one. She made sure to check when Kai was either out or nowhere within sight as to not look suspicious but consequently enough, any book that was related to magic seemed to be wiped from the archive resulting in her current predicament of being at her wits end and dumping them all out.

"Just catching up on some reading," she murmured, finger still running over each spine for any title or author to stand out.

"Anything specific you're looking for? Maybe I can help."

"Doubt it."

"Describe what it looks like. Old fashioned, brown leather, passed down through the generations perhaps?"

She gritted her teeth, swiping off a handful of books in frustration.

"That is a tricky book to find, it took me quite a few attempts of searching the house while keeping a hold over this body. I managed to burn all of the books relating to magic within the first night of taking temporary control."

"What?" Her head whipped in his direction from the latter and stared down at him. "You burned them? How – when?"

"The night after I saw you in his dream; I immediately sensed the danger and knew something had to be done."

"When would you have done all of that? I'm with Kai the majority of the day –"

"And night," he interrupted "but not these last few nights, which as you are well of aware of is when Malachai is at his weakest. When he slips into his dream state his subconscious can be subdued and controlled without a fight, much like what you saw the other night."

"Sleepwalking," she put together "That's how you've been taking control of him?"

"Quite effective, only side effect is I don't sleep while in this state – hence why I am awake at 5AM wandering the house but doesn't answer why you are."

Bonnie shrugged, looking back at the bookcase before stepping down the latter.

"If you hadn't noticed by now, we don't get too great of sleep around here. Maybe it's that prison we're-the-only-people-in-this-world claustrophobic feeling that keeps me awake."

"Well," he nodded "reading does ease the mind. Might I suggest a romance or good mystery to take your mind off of things?"

A romance mystery, she thought sounds about right.

Grabbing the closest book to her she scooped it under her arm and heading towards the door.

"Good idea, I'm going to try it out and get some sleep before morning. Goodnight."

She strode past him without stopping for a response and headed towards Stefan's room, hoping her last option wouldn't be a loss like the rest. Locking the door and pulling against the knob for good measure, she headed for his bookcase and tossed the book on the ground, followed by the next fifty.

She was about to scream out in frustration when a book hidden at the bottom caught her eye; pulling it out from its spot and seeing half a face of a young girl, pale and deranged with an eye encased in pitch black. Demonic Possession was scribbled in cursive underneath and the similarities sent a jolt through her veins, awakening her power.