"Caroline, I need you to fetch me the wedding ring Stefan gave you," shouted Bonnie.
Reading her fearsome undertone, Caroline rushed with all her fang devil strengths; with no
sheer sight of surprise on her face. Probably she understood what was going around in her
beautiful friend's witchy mind. Fearing her own anticipatory thoughts, she handed the only
belonging of her beloved dead man to the witch.
The young little boy was still too weak to even recognise the new set of surroundings he has
landed himself into, yet he crawled within himself in that hospital bed, lurking around with
his fiery red eyes.
Bonnie held the ring close to her chest with both her elbows stretched outside, chanting some
age old hymn from her ancestral grimoire and the boy suddenly rose in the air as if some
pulley was pulling him higher with every word that came out of the smart witch's mouth. His
hands stretched out and his eyes wide open, soon the boy started to fear the presence of
people surrounding him. And soon after, the fire came with no control that anyone could
render upon it, his eyes started to bleed and his body emitted flames from all over. The fire
that once could burn the whole town down was contained in this little 7 years old soul and it
started to reappear from the slightest of his fears.
Sill, the witch was in quest of disproving her beliefs until Jeremy came to hold her back from
what she has been doing could lead to a disaster no one could contain and resolve. The
chanting stopped and the boy came down but not like some obvious rock as one would
expect, but gentle like the flames, the ashes after the fire and settled in back into that bed with
his eyes closed.
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"Caroline we need to go back to the clock tower and search for their traces", Bonnie said.