|Guide me to my heaven
Author: tItAnIUm AprIl PM
Bonnie McCullough was horrified once her grandmother prophesied her death, leaving her friends and family behind at a young age seemed so difficult to her, until Damon came in to help her. Death from Bonnie and Damon's point of views. Caution: Death of a character.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Romance - Bonnie & Damon - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,137 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 03-03-13 - Published: 01-02-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8865267
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Disclaimer: The characters are creative property of the original author, only the story idea is mine.
The lines are by Khalil Gibran (The Beauty of Death).
Big thanks to my beta AprilLittle.
Are you feeling sad for me? If you are, then please stop. I am not sad anymore. I am not scared anymore. Please don't feel sad for me. Don't pity me, because I am happy. I just wish I could tell that to my mother.
Do you remember the morning when Damon came into my room unannounced? He arrived when I was about to lose my faith in him. He did not sneak into my room as he usually does with Elena. He met my parents, asked for their permission, and then he came to see me with their consent. It may sound silly to you, but I found that very chivalrous. I always found him to be chivalrous; he was my dark vampire prince.
Things my grandmother told me again and again after the prophesy, I was unable to believe in, due to the despair and anguish perceptible in her intonation. I would not say she was entirely unhelpful, but the bad news had broke her and there was no cure for the ailment. The things she told me were not as effective as she hoped.
Damon, on the other hand - when he first told me about the beauty of death, I knew he didn't believe in the theory himself. I was looking for a hint that he really believed what he was saying, but it is very difficult to read his mind.
Then he told me how he believed that I deserved good things. He believed. That was the key word: Belief. A strong belief could change a lot of things. Somehow it changed my ideas, too.
In Damon's words, I found what was missing in my grandmother's consolations. She lost her belief when she foresaw my death. It made her entire life, her skills, her gift, and everything else . . . meaningless. That was the reason I could not see my angel when she spoke to me.
But I saw him finally. As Damon said, he was the most superior angel sent by God to escort me to his kingdom. He, the angel, was amiable and courteous, just like Damon told me. His beauty was breathtaking, and his eyes made me forget my pain. His smile was the most soothing smile I had ever seen in my entire life. He was my own personal angel, who came to guide me to my own heaven.
I realized how speaking with friends makes things easier.
"Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests."
When my grandmother prophesied my death, she told me something else. "There was one other thing I saw, something extraordinary. There was a strange light around you. A dark bluish cloud, but it was a pleasant one that filled me with a strange sort of calmness. The whole period I was in my trance, I was feeling those serene waves of calmness around you, and it was undoubtedly the dark blue cloud's deed. I am not certain, but I have a feeling it was an aura, a very powerful one." She left me perplexed at that moment, but now I know who she saw.
It was the magical aura of my angel.
I cough. My throat feels dry. I feel the doctor slowly helping me drink some water. The cool liquid dribbles down my throat. I feel better.
I am still afraid when I think of the moment I will have to leave. I am afraid because I don't know how my parents and friends will cope with the truth. I am afraid my father will break, my mother will go insane, my sister will lose her confidante. But I am not afraid to take the journey anymore, because I know they will remember me until the last day of their lives. Someday, they will join me in my heaven.
Someone kisses me on my forehead. From his cologne, I recognize Stefan. I hear a muffled cry; Elena must be thinking I am already dead. She doesn't know I can still hear her, and feel her, too.
"I will never let the roses on your tomb dry out, Bonnie. They will remain a rich red forever," Stefan promises, and I believe him.
It is painful. I can't breathe. I feel the air around me turn heavy, pressing a weight against my chest. I see Elena, Meredith, and Stefan near my bed. I feel bad for them. I have made them promise me that they will take care of my family after I am gone.
I turn my head and see my mother weeping, her face and eyes are swollen and red. I see my father holding her, his face slowly contorting in a way I've never seen before. I try to give them a reassuring smile, but I fail.
It was easy to think or talk until now, but it all seems impossible suddenly. I cannot move my body; the extensive pain is spreading. My throat is drying out. I need some more water . . .
"Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers;
Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me;
Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,
And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath."
"Bonnie, it's time."
I hear his voice. It's chilling. Fog is everywhere.
"Damon, where are you? I can't see you," I cry. I hear some voices, some weeping . . . I smell tears and grief.
A hand comes out of the fog and holds me, helps me regain my balance.
"I am just here, Red."
His voice guides me. I walk and notice I am in my garden. I feel the soft grass under my feet and I look forward. There is a clearing before me, leading to the woods.
"It's like my dream, Damon," I say.
He chuckles in reply. I cannot hear the cries anymore, nor can I smell the grief anymore. I am far, far away from them now.
Suddenly the clearing and the woods fill with music and butterflies. Countless butterflies dazzle across the scene, beautifying the greenery. Fireflies sparkle in the shadows of the trees. Alleviated by this display, I look around, astonished.
"The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace."
A/N: So, this is the end. I am not sure if you guys are going to like it or not:) but trust me if you are being sad, don't be cause Bonnie is happy in her heaven.
An image in Deviantart kind of inspired me writing this fiction, I have added it to my cover but the image editor has somehow lessen the effect, so you will have to check on my profile to get the link of the original image.
Also there was this amazing poem by Khalil Gibran. If you read the original you will see the different stages of the journey is written there so beautifully, its almost overwhelming.
Please let me know about your thoughts on the story.
Do you want a sequel? Let me know cause I would love to write one.
And finally, thanks all of you for reading this story. Love you:):):)