𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ♛ 𝗍𝗏𝖽 ³ (discontinuing soon)

|two|

❝To hell we go❞
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"Rowan, open your eyes." Damon told me and I peaked through one eye cautiously, only to see were still in the cemetery. I open my eyes fully and look down at our collided hands. Damon noticed and let's go of Bonnie's hand, "Well this got awkward fast."

"You got that right." I muttered. Damon and Bonnie never got along very well over the past few years and I'm not surprised that they haven't made up especially since we're somewhere away from our friends. "What are we still doing here?"

"Where is everyone?" Bonnie asked before walking off. Of course, I follow and Damon tags along. It was all very strange since it was dead silent.

"I still have fangs, so I'm still a vampire." I roll my eyes at Damon as he smirked, "Do you still have your dead people sightings?"

"If your asking if I'm still a Banshee, I don't know, Damon. Why don't you die again and I'll find out myself." I scoff at him, as we walk aimlessly. It was still dark out and the only thing that was heard was our shoes scrapping across the ground.

Or at least my shoes.

My eyes wander around before they spot Mystic Grill, "Look." I said and they saw it too.

"I definitely blew that up about and hour ago." He said.

"I was definitely in that fire about an hour ago." I retort, but stay focus, looking around the empty town, "Can I ask why we don't see anybody here? We're still on the otherside, we should still see the living, right?" I questioned and Damon looked around us.

"Where the hell are we?" He asked, "And I don't mean geographically."

I ran my hand through my hair, sighing, "So I'm guessing this isn't heaven?" Damon and Bonnie gave me and ridiculous look and I shrunk into my clothes. "I guess not." I whispered.

"We are definitely not in heaven." Bonnie stated, "I have no idea where we are."

|FOUR MONTHS LATER|

Dear Diary,

I'm writing to you because I just want to prove to Damon that I'm not going insane, even though I am. Bonnie has been so hellbent on finding a way out of here and Damon has been making pancakes.

With blueberry faces.. And fangs. So funny, seeing that I had that same thing every morning over the past four months.

Currently, I'm sitting on Elena's porch, which she burn to a crisp awhile back in the real world. This was the only place that was comforting and quiet, since I know at the moment Damon is listening to some 80s or 90s song while Bonnie flips through grimoire after grimoire, writing down every spell related to getting out of here.