Klaus Mikaelson || THE CHOSEN ONE

Damon raised his fist to knock the door, but before he could, it was already opened. Bonnie greeted him with a big smile. “Damon” she sagte breathless. “Come in” and she step aside to let him pass. He walked straight ahead and entered the living room. His glance fell on the numerous amount of tee lights and he whistled. “Are Du trying to save energy?” he asked. Bonnie went standing in front of him and stroke his chest with her finger. “I thought I should create some… sphere” She brought her lips to his, but before they came in contact with each other Bonnie pulled away. “Not...

The Weiter morning I had to rub the sleep that had formed from the tears last night. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only seven. Everyone else would be asleep. My phone buzzed on the cracked side tabelle beside my bett and I reached over and checked the text. It was from an unknown number.

I have the witch at the old church outside the tomb. We’re doing this now.

I knew who it was from. She had Bonnie. I gulped and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. After twenty Minuten I was ready. I crept out into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs when I stopped. I may never see Aunt Jenna...