*Filled* - Shotgun Confessions 1/2djkiwi2576April 25 2011, 19:35:53 UTC
So this turned into something totally different than what I intended...I really hope you like it...I'm still out to lunch on it... ~`~
Around midnight when the Explorer crossed the Virginia line into North Carolina, Jeremy’s soft snores filled the SUV. Bonnie gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road. She was tired; Jeremy had done the first leg of the trip, and his uncle John would take over from her in another hour. She wanted nothing more than to climb over the seat and curl up against her boyfriend’s chest. In the last few days she’d gotten use to sleeping under him, the beat of his heart soothed the gloom and doom repetitive thoughts, and his arms were the security blanket she caved. For now she’d deal with her memories and the uncle who called shotgun in the passenger’s seat flipping through the pages of his brother’s journal.
“I met Lucy once.”
Lucy, they were on a mission to find her wayward cousin somewhere in Alabama. Elijah said the woman would have something they needed in order to defeat Klaus. He’d left out the part about traveling most of the southeastern states of the US to find her and the super secret relic. It had been next to impossible to nail her to state, and time consuming making phone calls to family who left her stunned by a dial tone or their hateful words. No one wanted to talk to Sheila Bennett’s crazy assed granddaughter and they would never acknowledge the existence of one Lucy Bennett. They were going to Birmingham and maybe Mobile, but they weren’t giving up until she helped them. She waited for John to continue with his story, the one where he immediately fell for the witch and used all his best lines.
“She was a real bitch.”
Bonnie hadn’t expected those words and she swerved into oncoming traffic while she recovered from the loss of breath that came from extended laughter.
John Gilbert really wasn’t so bad. Once you got past the smarmy looks and twisted grins, he really was a nice man. Like a warmer, gentler, somewhat kinder Damon Salvatore. He was concerned about his family and determined to protect them by any means necessary. If that meant making a deal with the devil, then he would. He loved Elena and Jeremy. Slowly but surely Bonnie saw that same protection creep into his features whenever his eyes landed on her. She grew to develop a certain level of respect for the man.
“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel about her?”
Even in the dark she could see the twinkle in his eyes.
“Lucy was too good for me and she told me every chance she got.”
Bonnie shook her head and returned her attention to the road stretched out before them.
“She was right, I was too busy chasing Isobel, feigning for Katherine, and I would have just…”
The man’s voice drifted off into the darkness. She felt his loneliness and anger. He’d missed out on his life, his child, all behind his obsession. She was growing use to the extremes of his moods.
John never made his presence secret. His inclusion in her life started at the ruins and escalated when he became aware of his nephew’s feelings for her. He always studied Bonnie carefully, watching while she practiced with Jeremy.
“Jeremy’s too good for me.”
She let him in on her innermost thoughts in the hopes that she could pull him back from the ledge.
~`~
Around midnight when the Explorer crossed the Virginia line into North Carolina, Jeremy’s soft snores filled the SUV. Bonnie gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road. She was tired; Jeremy had done the first leg of the trip, and his uncle John would take over from her in another hour. She wanted nothing more than to climb over the seat and curl up against her boyfriend’s chest. In the last few days she’d gotten use to sleeping under him, the beat of his heart soothed the gloom and doom repetitive thoughts, and his arms were the security blanket she caved. For now she’d deal with her memories and the uncle who called shotgun in the passenger’s seat flipping through the pages of his brother’s journal.
“I met Lucy once.”
Lucy, they were on a mission to find her wayward cousin somewhere in Alabama. Elijah said the woman would have something they needed in order to defeat Klaus. He’d left out the part about traveling most of the southeastern states of the US to find her and the super secret relic. It had been next to impossible to nail her to state, and time consuming making phone calls to family who left her stunned by a dial tone or their hateful words. No one wanted to talk to Sheila Bennett’s crazy assed granddaughter and they would never acknowledge the existence of one Lucy Bennett. They were going to Birmingham and maybe Mobile, but they weren’t giving up until she helped them. She waited for John to continue with his story, the one where he immediately fell for the witch and used all his best lines.
“She was a real bitch.”
Bonnie hadn’t expected those words and she swerved into oncoming traffic while she recovered from the loss of breath that came from extended laughter.
John Gilbert really wasn’t so bad. Once you got past the smarmy looks and twisted grins, he really was a nice man. Like a warmer, gentler, somewhat kinder Damon Salvatore. He was concerned about his family and determined to protect them by any means necessary. If that meant making a deal with the devil, then he would. He loved Elena and Jeremy. Slowly but surely Bonnie saw that same protection creep into his features whenever his eyes landed on her. She grew to develop a certain level of respect for the man.
“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel about her?”
Even in the dark she could see the twinkle in his eyes.
“Lucy was too good for me and she told me every chance she got.”
Bonnie shook her head and returned her attention to the road stretched out before them.
“She was right, I was too busy chasing Isobel, feigning for Katherine, and I would have just…”
The man’s voice drifted off into the darkness. She felt his loneliness and anger. He’d missed out on his life, his child, all behind his obsession. She was growing use to the extremes of his moods.
John never made his presence secret. His inclusion in her life started at the ruins and escalated when he became aware of his nephew’s feelings for her. He always studied Bonnie carefully, watching while she practiced with Jeremy.
“Jeremy’s too good for me.”
She let him in on her innermost thoughts in the hopes that she could pull him back from the ledge.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Bonnie.”
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