When the clock strikes 12 [On Hiatus Indefinitely]

Chapter 3

She paced the room, hurling all that came in her way or threatened to stop her from doing what she was doing. She finally walked over to the table, not being able to wait any longer, and held her crystal ball in her hands. It shone with a bright blue light and she suddenly saw the creature looking at her, its eyes focused on her.

“What did you see?” she questioned, raising her voice a notch. She smiled when she noticed that the creature was shaking under her powerful gaze.

“Your Majesty,” it bowed down in front of her, and she gave it a quick nod, indicating for it to continue speaking, “They are now headed towards the castle.”

“But they won’t be it reaching it,” she said, cackling with evil laughter, “I will make sure of it.”

 “Hey asshole!” Damon heard a familiar voice call out to him from a distance and he turned around to see who it was. It was Caroline of course.

“Oh hey, Blondie,” Damon smirked at the way she looked-she was a mess, “you look like you need a little massage.”

Caroline rolled her eyes at Damon’s flirty remark and asked, “Why aren’t you wearing your normal emo clothes?”

“Well I could ask you the same thing,” Damon replied, “Are those Barbie doll clothes not your size anymore?”

Caroline took Damon down in a flash and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the yellow-coloured brick road and Caroline was flashing her fangs at him. But just as quickly, Damon stood up and gave her a serious look.

“As much as I’d like to make out with you in the middle of nowhere,” Damon paused to enjoy the expressions that’s ran across Caroline’s face, the most common expression being the disgust on her face, before he continued, “we should probably check that castle out.”

Caroline looked in the direction that Damon was pointing to and saw a huge castle in the backdrop of the beautiful scenery. So as much as she hated Damon, she had to admit that he had a point and maybe they could find the rest of their friends over there or at least the answers to what they were doing over here.

“Hey Damon, Caroline is that you two over there,” Caroline let out a breath of relief as she heard Stefan’s voice in a distance and Damon snickered behind her.

“Nice costume,” Damon commented just as Stefan reached them both and Caroline turned around to face him.

“Are you….is that a lion’s costume?” Caroline asked, shocked.

“I know right,” Damon said with an amused look on his face, “his costume’s even worse than yours.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” Stefan asked Damon, “The Tinfoil Man.”

Damon just rolled his eyes and ignored Caroline’s death glare as he said, “I guess I know where we are.”

At Caroline’s and Stefan’s questioning looks he pointed to Stefan, then to Caroline and then to himself as he answered the question, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. We’re in Narnia!”

Bonnie walked along the yellow brick road that the Good Witch, Glinda, had told her to follow. She knew the story of the Wizard of Oz and now all she had to do was find her friends and go along this brick road.

“Woof, woof,” she heard Toto bark as if saying ‘take me with you.’ She fondly grabbed him and cuddled him in her arms while she walked along the smooth road. The little cute, black dog made her feel safe and calm. As she walked further and further along the path, she swore she could hear voices and familiar ones too!

She quickly let Toto back down on the ground, running towards those voices. She had never ever thought that she would actually feel relieved to see Damon’s face and she suddenly halted, looking at the scene in front of her.

Damon was wearing tinfoil and was laughing his head off, while Caroline was wearing clothes made of straw and trying to catch Damon. Of course she couldn’t, not even with her vampire speed. Every time it looked like she had him, but he slipped from her grasp and did a little victory dance.

Stefan on the other hand, seemed to be trying to break up the fight and get them to calm down enough to concentrate on what he was saying. Bonnie let a smile spread across her face when she saw Stefan’s tail swinging behind him.

But what made Bonnie laugh was the state of Caroline’s hair. Her hair seemed to be sticking out in all directions and Bonnie swore that if Caroline just outstretched her arms a little bit, then she’d look exactly like a scarecrow.

That thought made Bonnie halt for a second, as it all sank in and started to make sense. Damon was supposed to be the Tin Man, who thought that he didn’t have a heart. Caroline was supposed to be the Scarecrow who thought that she didn’t have a brain and Stefan was supposed to be the Lion who was always scared. It made perfect sense!

Bonnie decided to watch the scene for a few more minutes before she finally went over and decided to help Stefan.