❝To hell we go❞
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"Rowan, open your eyes." Damon told me and I peaked through one eye cautiously, only to see were still in the cemetery. I open my eyes fully and look down at our collided hands. Damon noticed and let's go of Bonnie's hand, "Well this got awkward fast."

"You got that right." I muttered. Damon and Bonnie never got along very well over the past few years and I'm not surprised that they haven't made up especially since we're somewhere away from our friends. "What are we still doing here?"

"Where is everyone?" Bonnie asked before walking off. Of course, I follow and Damon tags along. It was all very strange since it was dead silent.

"I still have fangs, so I'm still a vampire." I roll my eyes at Damon as he smirked, "Do you still have your dead people sightings?"

"If your asking if I'm still a Banshee, I don't know, Damon. Why don't you die again and I'll find out myself." I scoff at him, as we walk aimlessly. It was still dark out and the only thing that was heard was our shoes scrapping across the ground.

Or at least my shoes.

My eyes wander around before they spot Mystic Grill, "Look." I said and they saw it too.

"I definitely blew that up about and hour ago." He said.

"I was definitely in that fire about an hour ago." I retort, but stay focus, looking around the empty town, "Can I ask why we don't see anybody here? We're still on the otherside, we should still see the living, right?" I questioned and Damon looked around us.

"Where the hell are we?" He asked, "And I don't mean geographically."

I ran my hand through my hair, sighing, "So I'm guessing this isn't heaven?" Damon and Bonnie gave me and ridiculous look and I shrunk into my clothes. "I guess not." I whispered.

"We are definitely not in heaven." Bonnie stated, "I have no idea where we are."

|FOUR MONTHS LATER|

Dear Diary,

I'm writing to you because I just want to prove to Damon that I'm not going insane, even though I am. Bonnie has been so hellbent on finding a way out of here and Damon has been making pancakes.

With blueberry faces.. And fangs. So funny, seeing that I had that same thing every morning over the past four months.

Currently, I'm sitting on Elena's porch, which she burn to a crisp awhile back in the real world. This was the only place that was comforting and quiet, since I know at the moment Damon is listening to some 80s or 90s song while Bonnie flips through grimoire after grimoire, writing down every spell related to getting out of here.

I do nothing. Absolutely nothing since there is nothing for me to do. I'm a Banshee, I predict death and feel like utter crap after. Not much to do now, since their is no death. No one's died yet.

No one can die.

I put my pen down, staring at the four words I just written. No one can die. Not Bonnie, not Damon. Not me. I haven't screamed in four months. Since we came here, I can't feel nobodies death, not even in the real world, opposite from this.

I don't know whether to be happy or scared of the fact. When ever something is going right, it gets messed up so easily by something so small. I really don't want to keep my hopes up.

Sighing, I grab my bag and stuff my diary inside before walking back to the boarding house. Damon and Bonnie bicker constantly, so I'm stuck with watching the scene unfold. I can't pick sides of course and chose who's acting like the childish one of a situation, because I tried that and I was ignored for a week which drove me to further insanity. They're both my friends and I care for them dearly due to the fact they're the only people I can talk to.

They're the only one's I have.

When I get to the boarding house, Damon and Bonnie are already leaving it. "Come on, red, we're going food shopping." I cringe at the nickname and he smirked. He knew I hated that.

"My hair isn't red." I glared, walking with them to the supermarket. "It's-"

"Strawberry blonde, Damon. You should know this by now." Damon mimicked, trying to match my voice although he was excessive.

"I don't sound like that." I pout before walk silently. Soon enough, when we reach the market, Damon grabs a shopping cart and strolls it down each aisle as Bonnie picked up things and tossed it into the cart. They fought over the cart as usual and I rolled my eyes and I picked at my nail polish.

I barely paid attention to either of the two until Bonnie mentioned we weren't alone. The other day, Bonnie was filling out one of those crosswords that I hate with deepest sincerity because it never changes up in this place, and a word was filled out, which none of us filled out ourselves, so she is so into this theory we're here with someone else.

"This again, Bonnie." I groaned and she gave me a look as she placed sunglasses on her face. "I only back up people that have very good evidence. You're claim isn't very convincing so far."

"This mysteriously filled in crossword could have easily been you." Damon piped up.

"I didn't. Fill. It. In." She growled, growing agitated.

"No. You don't know you filled it in. You also don't know you talk in your sleep." Damon smirked, "Eggs."

I opened the fridge and take out the eggs, placing them into the cart. "What are saying? I sleep crossword?" Bonnie asked him and he shrugged.

"I think he's trying to say that you, Bonnie, had died, came back to life, and had the dead pass through you like a door. You are bound to do stuff in your sleep since you spent every waking hour on a spell to get us out of here." I step in, trying to ease the situation.

"That's not what I'm saying." Damon scoffed and Bonnie rolled her eyes, taking off her shades.

"I get what you're doing." She smirked and I furrowed my eyebrows, along with Damon. "You refuse to have hope that you'll see Elena again so you don't have to be disappointed."

"I refuse to have hope because there's nothing to hope for!" He sighed dramatically, continuing to walk, but I stop in my tracks.

"Pork rinds." I said suddenly, looking at the empty shelf. Both Damon and Bonnie turned to me, puzzled. Damon picked up the shopping list and his eyes scanned over it.

"Not on the list and eww, Ro. Didn't think you ate those, but considering you're kind of weird-"

"Damon, no. I mean there were pork rinds on this shelf." I glare at his words, but staying focus on the topic, "Every time I come here, every time we go food shopping, there's always a whole bunch of pork rinds on this shelf since we've been here." My eyebrows furrowed as I begin to hear a melody playing in the distance. "Do you hear that?"

"Rowan, you know every time you ask that we say no because we don't have the sixth sense of when someone will die." I shot a glare at Damon.

"I hear it too." Bonnie chimes in, walking towards the noise.

"Says the ex-witch, slash, ex-anchor with it's Banshee coworker." Damon huffed. I suppress the urge to wipe the smirk on his face clean off as I walk behind Bonnie. When I catch up to Bonnie, there's a small horse carousel meant for children playing a repetitive tune.

"Oh, so is the Banshee coworker hearing things now, Damon?" I grin, as he holds a bewildered look on his face.

"No," He paused, before Bonnie added on.

"That's what hope sounds like."