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Bonnie was lying on the couch watching television. She didn’t really notice what show was on. She just needed to lay down. Taking Damon down had taken a lot more energy she had expected. She closed her eyes, but unfortunately fate chose that moment to let the bell rang. Bonnie frowned her eyebrows out of frustration. She could sense who it was. “It’s open!” she yelled. “Please, don’t make me get up” she mumbled. But the door stayed shut and no one entered. Bonnie groaned and swung her legs off the couch. “I’m coming!” she shouted when the visitor bang the door. She shuffled to the door and opened it. “You didn’t hear me?” she asked sarcastic.
Stefan smiled. “Of course I did. I just wanted you to invite me in”
“I already did. You can come in whenever you want” Bonnie said confused.
“I know, but I also wanted to give you the opportunity to decline my request” Stefan continued.
“Oh” Bonnie said. “I see… Well, Stefan, please come in” She waved with her hand inside and Stefan entered the house. He walked to the kitchen and leaned against the sink. “So, what is it that brings you here? Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. Elena?”
Stefan bowed his head and looked up again, smiling at Bonnie. “Correct from the first time”
“You want some coffee?” Bonnie asked. Stefan shook his head. “Good, ‘cause I have none” She sat on a chair and weaved her fingers in each other. “Okay, well, can we cut to the chase?”
Stefan flashed to Bonnie, grabbing her throat. She fell backwards along with the chair and Stefan landed on top of her. Bonnie focused, to give him a neurological pain, but Stefan squeezed her throat and smirked evil. “That’s not going to be of use. My sweet Bonnie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. Katherine told me you turned Elena into some teen/toddler. I have no idea what age she is emotionally, but you’re going to bring the real Elena back”
Bonnie tried to breath. “I… can’t” she said hoarse. “It’s a complicated spell”
Stefan shook his head. “You’re making excuses” he said. “I don’t like that, it makes me cranky. So we’ll do this one more time. You’re going to bring back the real Elena. It’s really simple”
“It’s not simple” Bonnie said and tears filled her eyes. “I can’t undo the spell. Elena needs to get out of it on her own terms. There’s nothing I can do”
Stefan let go of her and pulled her up. He threw her against the wall and speeded to her. “Well, then I’m afraid we’re facing a problem” he said soft. He took a step back and smiled. “Lucky for you I have a suggestion and you better accept it, if you don’t want that pretty face and that gorgeous body to be separated from one another… You will leave Damon alone. You will no longer harm him, torture him, or hurt him in any way possible. You got that?”
Bonnie nodded slowly.
“Okay, next point on our schedule, when will Elena come back?” Stefan asked.
Bonnie straightened her back, lifted her chin and looked Stefan in the eyes. “She will come back when the one who needs her the most… needs her the most”
“What?” Stefan asked confused. Of his confusion Bonnie took advantage to make him get out.
This Chapter is dedicated to PC, a great friend. Thanks for all the support...x

There were people rushing about everywhere but I could distinguish the difference between my vampire family and my werewolf family but the almost invisible flashes of light and the more slow galloping thuds of my werewolf’s footsteps. Kate stood in the middle of Alice’s massive bathroom whilst Rose, Alice, Mum, Tanya and I all applied her makeup, pulled her hair up into an elegant bun and literally made every surface of her body look even more beautiful than usual- which is extremely hard with a vampire. Esme...
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posted by artworkstars
Hello to all !

Here is a fiction based on Tokio Hotel and actor Thomas Dekker (and his band).

Find out why, the friend of Tom Kaulitz (Thomas Dekker), met in an American show "Stars Dance Ice" (Ice Dance with the Stars),
could not collaborate musically with Tokio Hotel. And why, Tom Kaulitz regrets having made friends with him during the show, then dragging his group into a descent into Hell that they would never have
imagined living one day, discovering the darkness and taboos of the American world.

It's a science fiction fiction, horror, yaoi / het and +18

Inspired by:

- American Satan
- Village of the Damned
- Invasion Los Angeles / They Live
- The Strain
- V (2009)
- The Magicians

- Books by David Icke

Good reading.

> Videos : link
> Blog : link
posted by Kibahina96
3rd Person


Naruto lay on the soft grass and began to doze off peacefully. Suddenly something dripped on his face "rain" he thought opening his eyes and feeling confused. Sure enough it was raining but it wasn't raining water.It was raining chocolate milk. "Chocolate Milk" Naruto said trying to make sense of it. "Am I dreaming" he wondered.

1st Person Naruto's P.O.V

Chocolate milk was raining from the sky. "Naruto" a familiar voice called I turned and saw my best friend Sasuke along with Gaara,Sakura,Hinata,and Konohomaru."Tsunade needs us right away" Sasuke said.

A Few Minutes Later

"Lady Tsunade...
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Cas slammed the door of the spare room and turned to Meg. “Are you tired?” he repeated his previous question.
“Not even a little” Meg beamed. “I forgot how…awakening it feels to take a life” She laughed and kissed Cas passionately. “I also forgot how it turns me on” She started to open the buttons of his shirt, but Cas took her hand.
“Not now, Meg” he said serious and Meg looked as if he’d slapped her.
“Why not?” Meg asked morose. The Cas she knew didn’t say no to her. Not for this.
“We have to be careful” Cas insisted. “I busted Heather into calling someone...
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Meg was pacing up and down the motel room. Both Sam and Dean had turned off their phones, so she had no idea if they had found Cas yet or not.
“Screw you, Dean” she growled and she walked to the door, forgetting it was locked. “Damn it!”
“I see you could use some help” Anna said from behind Meg. Meg turned around in fear. She never felt comfortable around angels, even now that she was a human. Anna quickly walked towards Meg. “I hope you’re trying to get out so you can go to Cas?” she said in an interrogating tone.
“You know where he is?” Meg asked agitated.
“You could...
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Dean slowed down in a street near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do you got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...
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Sam pulled Cas from the ground and dragged him to the sink.
“Come on, barf” he commanded.
“Leave me alone” Cas mumbled faint, his eyes closed. Sam turned to Meg. “Go get his toothbrush” he ordered. Meg ran upstairs and came back half a minute later, with the toothbrush.
“Open your mouth, Cas” Sam said sharp and urgent. Cas pressed his lips together, stubborn like a two-year old.
“Let me try something” Meg said and Sam took a step back, still supporting Cas. Meg took Cas’ face in her hands and kissed him. She then withdrew and drove the toothbrush in his throat. Cas gagged,...
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Crowley had summoned Kevin and since Kevin couldn’t give up his disguise he responded.
“Something wrong?” Kevin asked when seeing Crowley’s strange expression.
“Depends” Crowley started. “You tell me, how is it possible that two ordinary people go through a maze of traps and get out alive?”
Kevin pulled his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess they have a high threshold for pain. Maybe you should ask your vampire buddies why they let them escape”
“Maybe” Crowley admitted. “But I also think you’re not being quite honest. Something you have to tell me? Like how you don’t...
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The next morning.
Cas opened his eyes, hoping Meg would still be with him. But besides him, there was no one in the bed. It had been a rough night. His shoulder kept hurting, but he assumed that was normal. Maybe he should ask Meg if she could help him out.
He got out of bed and frowned. The pain had moved to his head.
“Cas? Are you up?” Meg called, before she appeared in the doorway. “What’s…wrong?” she asked when Cas sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t…I don’t know” Cas responded.
“Are you in pain or something?” Meg asked a little irritated, while she walked to the...
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Cas scribbled up and walked to the bed where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she said soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath....
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If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some food in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did you do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re acting really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam said a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell you anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...
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Dean entered the café Cas had left an hour ago. Cas had called him by using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back...
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Meg staggered alongside the walls in the hospital. She held her left hand against her side and with her right hand she sought support. She had to find that idiot of an angel. She had listened to her voicemail and she figured he’d be here. It was at least worth a shot. She saw a door opening near the end of the aisle. Dean came out of the room and looked her way. Meg quickly rotated her head and Dean walked passed her. Meg accelerated her steps as much as possible, leaving a trail and entered the room Dean had just left.
“What the hell did you do?” she exclaimed.
“Meg!” Cas jumped...
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Sam, Jo and Ellen were standing around Dean’s bed in the mortuary. There was a book where people could write down their condolences, but since Dean didn’t know that many people, the book would be as good as empty.
Jo took Dean’s hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed his fingers, while tears rolled over her face. Then something magnificent happened. Dean pinched Jo’s hand.
“Dean?” Jo said breathless. Sam and Ellen looked up at Dean. They saw his eyelids move and slowly they opened.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. Dean blinked his eyes and sat up. He looked around. “Where the hell...
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Klaus was running through the woods, trying to catch Tyler’s scent, when suddenly his heart ached. He gasped and grabbed for his chest, while falling on his knees. It felt as if someone was cutting out his heart.
“Tyler” he swallowed. He scribbled up as he heard sobbing and scraping. He ran in the direction of the sound and ended up at the cemetery. Caroline was standing a few yards away, a shovel in her hands. Even in the distance Klaus could see she was crying. Keeping in mind there was a supernatural hating army on the loose, he walked towards her as slowly as possible.
When he stood...
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Elena was lying fast asleep, much to Damon’s relief. Something really wrong was going on out there and Damon dreaded the moment he’d have to tell Elena. She already had so much pain to go through, he didn’t want to make it any worse.
But Damon knew Elena had seen right through him and when she’d open her eyes she’d demand to know what was going on and he wouldn’t be able to lie again.
He took his coffee and brought it to his lips, when he felt a sharp, burning pain in his head. His cup fell on the floor as he moved his hands to his head. He fell on his knees as he screamed.
Elena...
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Bonnie turned to Keith. “Have you ever been in this house before?” Keith nodded heavy. “Okay, find me five candles and something to lit them” Keith ran off to fetch those things and Bonnie walked to the cupboard. She opened the drawers and searched them until she found a piece of paper and a pen.
“What are you up to?” Matt asked both curious and fascinated. While Bonnie wrote something down she explained.
“Months ago I put a curse on Damon to keep him in check. I could follow his every word and move”
“Yeah, I know”
“It turns out there are some leftovers from that curse”...
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“Veronica, wait up!” Jeremy yelled as Veronica opened the door of her car. She took a deep breath and tried to keep a straight face.
“What?”
Jeremy scratched the back of his head, searching for words. “Did you hear me talking inside? Because I was just talking to myself” he lied. He tried to read Veronica’s face to see if she was buying it.
“Of course you were” Veronica replied in a serious tone. She stepped in and after she inserted the key in the ignition she looked back at Jeremy. “You need a ride?” she offered.
“Actually, I was going…” Jeremy started, but Veronica...
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“How are you holding up?” Bonnie carefully tried to make a conversation. Elena rewarded her with a furious don’t ask stupid questions look. “You know, I’ve been trying to communicate with the spirits. Maybe I can persuade them to help you”
“No, thank you. I think you’ve done enough already” Elena replied cold.
Bonnie looked down and thought about leaving for a second, but then lectured. No more running, no more hiding. It was time to own up to her mistakes.
“Elena” Bonnie started, looking up again. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you ever since I was released...
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Elena was still in the hospital. She had traded the bed for the seat, which was much more comfortable than the former.
The door opened and Damon came back with two coffees. He gave one to Elena and she took a sip, curling her nose.
“Is there alcohol in this?” she asked surprised.
“Oh, right, that’s mine” Damon apologized. “Sorry” He switched the cups and took a sip from his coffee with bourbon. “Why aren’t you in bed?” he asked a little accusatory.
“Damon, don’t start” Elena said in begging tone.
Damon shut his mouth and signaled that she had to get up. Elena pulled...
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