Malachai Parker wasn't the only person to massacre his family. Along with him was Isabelle Martin, a witch who held his hand along the way, letting him siphon painlessly.
You could say she was as crazy as he. Unable to see the destruction he truly...
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They weren't there.
Bonnie continued to search with little success as night clouded the sky.
She stumbled as her vision was guided to every crevice of Mystic falls. Panic filled the witch, back and forth, back and forth, that's how she went as she studied the porch, thinking it was any minute now. They would come for her.
But, they weren't there.
She could feel herself panic. Bonnie tried to choke it down as it welled up, coiling like a snake in her stomach. The witch smiled, or she tried to.
Her chest heaved, unconscious tears streamed down her face.
She was alone.
All alone forever. So who could see if she took this moment. To let it go, to be selfish, to just feel as she shook with each powerful sob.
All alone in 1994. A hell not even meant for her...
