Ian Somerhalder

Bonnie's P.O.V

As soon as I stepped foot in the cemetery my cuore stopped beating as fast as it had. I was suddenly filled with a certain peace. I walked slowly past each head stone as I made my way to the back of the cemetery. It was shaped as simply and large as any other regular headstone.

I ran my hand over the engraved Scrivere and watched as dirt fled from the inside of the 9. It seemed to go in slow motion, but I slowly fell to the ground weeping. The rose in my hand crushed, black petals floating to the ground. I looked up and saw a black crow. The arcobaleno feathers were all too familiar....

“So, where exactly are we going, Damon?” Again he told me I’d have to wait and see. We drove for a long time until we reached a huge forest. Driving through the thick undergrowth made me remember what Stefan had talked about the night before and I shivered.
“You ok?” Damon looked at me, a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” I sat back against the sede, sedile and closed my eyes. Suddenly someone was shaking me gently.
“Elena, wake up, we’re here,” a voice drifted into my consciousness.
“Wha- Did I fall asleep?” I detto groggily. Damon laughed softly.
“Yes you...

Alaric Saltzman looked up from his scrivania, reception and watched as Damon, Stefan and I walked into the room. Katherine stood outside.
“What do te guys want now?” he asked, putting his eyes back to the papers he was marking.
“We need your help with a little “vampire extermination”” Damon said, crossing his arms and sitting on a desk. Alaric looked from Damon to Stefan to me and shook his head.
“No way. I can’t keep getting involved in all your vampire problems. I have papers to grade so if te excuse me…” But Katherine stepped through the door.
“No, excuse me. This is bigger than just...