#//They're burning all the witches...Bonnie Bennett {Threads}

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"You tell me," Bonnie responds, shooting him another quick glance. It's not exactly a shock the Salvatore brothers hadn't yet spoken, nor would it be a surprise if it stayed that way for a while longer. Damon had...well a mistake had been made. A big mistake, and Bonnie knew she might be the only one who would even think about being in his vicinity right now. "Maybe you should try to call him."

His eye roll is only met with one of her own, sipping on her drink as Damon spoke in great detail of a sarcastic fantasy. He was on defense and while once she might have sent him to the floor for being such an sniding dick, she was used to it now...and even more than that- normally, if she waited it out long enough, she'd get him to lower those walls.

"I think that sounds like a fabulous idea." A another sip is taken before fingers move to pull through her dark hair, sucking in a slow inhale. "....Seriously Damon....what's your plan here? You can't just hide out here and avoid what's going on. We need to talk about this, we need to figure this out, and I need to know that you're going to be okay."

                 ❝           you think mr. hero hair himself - wants to speak to me to me right now . NEWS FLASH BON - he doesn't .            ❞ a hint of sourness bled through all of his theatrics as he waved his arms to emphasize what he had been saying . deep down - he knew he fucked up , maybe more than he cared to admit . reaching out for a crystal glass , he then pour a hefty amount of the amber-esk liquid in to it . before offering up the glass to the witch . once his hand was free again - he drifted away from the couch . lifting the bottle in the air once more , as he tried to down at much as he could in one sip . that's the kind of night he was having .

                 it wasn't until then , when the heretic heard her words . causing him to roll his eyes , ever so dramatically . shooting a glance over in her direction . as a scoff riddled out of him , ❝           you know what ?! maybe we should make friendship bracelets , so then maybe it'll help you realize who your actual friends are .            ❞ tilting his head to the side , ❝           yours can say , little miss judgy pants and mine can say the eternal stud .  then we can go hand and hand - parading around the town - showing them off to any and everyone who's willing to see them . then while we're at it - we might as well go off singing into the sunset .            ❞

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"I think you want me to have the brothers mixed up," Bonnie replies with the slightest hint of amusement on her face. There was no secret that Stefan had been her more admirable prize. Damon was more or less a play thing for her, as much as that truth nearly destroyed the eldest Salvatore. But Stefan...with Stefan there was an emotion that the witch could see- which made the task even more taunting to Katherine.

"My magic can only go so far." No one needed to see how much she'd been struggling containing her magic or how much it had been draining from her. A location spell on Klaus, well he didn't want to be found, and truthfully Bonnie, and the others, were afraid that if she tried not only would it send alarm bells Klaus's way, but that it would do some heavy damage to her.

"Fine. Let's work from the beginning then? You're running from Klaus. Why? We know bits and pieces, but not the whole truth. Give me everything you've got and maybe I'll send a bag of blood in there...you're looking a little....dead."

           if she didn't feel so groggy, then this little witch's head would have been off by now. nonetheless, she narrows her eyes because the bennett girl's words sound like a blunt lie. "i think you have mixed up the brothers." both men hold a grudge against her, but if katherine had to guess who would be the most dangerous for her, she’d bet on damon. simply because damon acted sometimes very impulsively and hit from one extreme to the other extreme.

          "well, and you're a witch. i would assume that a witch with her special magical abilities could easily find out where someone stays. so in case you aren't lying to me about the 'task' you have for me, then i have to assume you're useless."

          it wasn't smart to taunt the captor who had vervain at her possession and also had her daylight jewelry but katherine only spoke the truth. they had a witch at hand and still needed her?

          "it still doesn't change that i don't know. how am i supposed to know his exact location? that's not how avoiding works. believe it or not but there's a difference in the method of avoiding and looking for them." she sat up more, ignoring the slight spinning of her head. what the hell have they done to her? "you do realize that there is a reason why the original vampires are considered a myth. a scary story no one wants to believe in until they have the unfortunate pleasure of meeting them."

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His sarcasm was all the answer she needed. Hell, if the answer hadn't been met with some sort of sarcasm the witch would probably believe that the vampire was, in fact, fine. But peachy? Yeah...he was on the ledge, and so, she lets the bottle be taken from her grasp.

"Have you talked to Stefan?" Bonnie questions, shrugging off her jacket just as she reached his couch, settling down against the cushions. A low sigh leaves her lips, knowing any conversation worth trying to help Damon wasn't going to happen now- maybe not even tonight. So...why the hell make this any more insufferable for her?

Her head nods towards a bourbon glass, waiting for it to be handed to her with a drink of her own. "Fine. You don't want to talk about it, then we won't talk about it. What would you like to talk about, Damon? The weather? Holiday plans? The scandal happening at the mayor's office with his secretary? Would you like to make friendship bracelets and braid each other's hair too?"

                 intensity lingered behind his cold and harden gaze before snatching the bottle from the others grasp . ❝         just peachy .          ❞ now , could he have been nicer about it ?? - yeah probably . but was he going to be ?? - hell no . flashing a bs smile towards the witch , knowing damn well that the answer he gave - wasn't going to be enough for the other . he simply began untwisting the top of the bottle . soon after , the heretic placed the opening of the bottle to his lips before lifting the bottle into the air with zero regards for the other .

                 he needed the drink first before even wanting to think about where this conversation might lead . lowering the bottle - ❝         ya' know , we really don't need to get into the whole emotions thing right now . it just seems so boring - if you ask me .          ❞ per usual , deflecting the conversation as much as possible . ❝         plus i think i've officially hit this years quota for any and all serious and boring conversations , bon .          ❞ shrugging his shoulders before clicking his lips together . ❝         guess you didn't make the cut .          ❞

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"Do we expect it? Not willingly. But we have time on our side, Katherine." For once. "You, however," A glance is given to where her Daylight Amulets usually lay. "Well all it takes is one wrong move, one ill-spoken word, and we control what happens to you. And trust me, the things the Salvatore brothers have cooked up, aren't pretty. Especially the ideas from Stefan."

Why not throw a few extra daggers?

"You know where Klaus is. You're scared of him, equally as terrified of him, if not more. You keep track of his every move when you can....and now it's time to put some of that into good use." Fingers pick at the tailend of a vervain plant, flicking it through the small opening of the door "....Talk, Katherine."

        a growl left her lips as bonnie revealed the extent of the betrayal. not only was it disappointing that stefan had the idea to knock her out and rob her of a very essential item, it was also quite presumptuous what they wanted from her.

       "you expect me to give you information about klaus' current stay?" she asked with a hissing in her voice. she was still feeling dim, which also did not contribute to her well-being.

       "why should i know where klaus is? i'm not his personal assistant, who arranges his appointments for him!"

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At one point Damon Salvatore was nothing more than the devil to her. A threat that needed to be destroyed. He'd hurt so many people, hurt people she cared about, and at the time she hadn't believed there was anything redeemable in the eldest Salvatore brother and therefore...he should have been killed- if not by her then someone else.

But. Overtime- a long long period of time- Bonnie slowly warmed up to the vampire. And slowly there were qualities in him that were worthy of being redeemable, and then, suddenly they were all each other had while stuck in that prison world.

Brown eyes roll as the witch strode further into the house, reaching into her bag and pulls out a bottle of bourbon- one of his favorites- that were reasonably priced of course.

"You can have it, when, and only when, you give me some sort of non bullshit answer. So....how are you holding up?"

@inn0cencestrained / bonnie bennett : “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ”

                 maybe she had been wrong about what she said . though he'd never care to admit that part out loud . especially to her - of all people . the bennett witch had a way of always being there for him . and he could hardly could understand why , given their past . especially since the heretic hadn't always been the nicest to her . though their time spent in the prison world had helped him shift his views a little bit . though it didn't really matter in that moment , because he had been still agitated with all the shit that had been going on .

                 rolling his eyes at the girls words . ❝          you know the only thing i heard was -  blah - blah - blah , im here to help or whatever the hell you actually said - it doesn't really matter .            ❞ dark brown hues lingered over to the witch who stood in front of him . slightly tilting his head to the side . ❝          did you at least bring bourbon ??            ❞

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Brown eyes watch the doppelganger take in her surroundings through the opening on the door, next to the vervain waiting for her on the other side of the door should she try and make her escape. "It wasn't my idea," Bonnie replies evenly. "It was Stefan's....but I was more than happy to help cast that spell."

The witch gives a small nod. "There's no use in trying to escape. We got the Daylight Amulets off of you, there's vervain out here, and more than a fair share of surprises in store should you exceed all of our expectations and get past. We want answers, Katherine, and you're going to give them to us. First of all....where is Klaus?"

@inn0cencestrained sent: ‘ you’ve been asleep for two days. ’ (from Bonnie)

           "i've been what?", katherine's voice is raspy and she feels groggy as if she hasn't yet slept enough. if bonnie hasn't lied to her, it definitely wasn’t normal; she had never slept two days in her life. wouldn’t you starve and die of thirst in such a period? or was it just too dramatic again?

          katherine wiped her eyes with her hand to finally get rid of the sleep.

          "did you have anything to do with it?" she asked, now that she could think a little more clearly, completely skeptical. was it their plan to sedate her? "surely you all have put something in my food!"