Prologue: Hurts Like Hell

*Celestia*

My eyes jolt open as I hear a loud smashing sound. I jump forward from laying down on my bed to now sitting. The previous sound almost sounded like an earthquake... almost. I turn my head to the left of me and look to where my window once was. Now stuck on my window frame is a street light. I stare at it and sigh, grumbling in annoyance. I move my feet carefully from my bed and place them gently on the floor as I look at all of the scattered glass fragments on my oak floor.  

"Perfect..." I mumble before rolling over the other side of my bed where the glass could not harm me and place my feet on my floor. I walk over to my closet and pull out my outfit for the day and smile. I put on a white blouse, short black skirt, and my black studded heeled ankle boots. I apply on my usual makeup, black mascara, and crimson lipstick, and walk back over to my window. I wave my hand in front of me and watch as the street light levitates in the air and lands back where it should be. I then look at my window and close my eyes and when I open them the glass is back and fixed. I smile to myself and grab my black leather jacket before leaving the house. I walk the streets of Mystic Falls in my prison. 

I have been in this prison for the past five centuries and every century it has changed with the time of the real world. Each century brought a new look to the town. So now I'm guessing I am in the twenty-first century. I walk around the small town and look at the windows of every building, there are glass shards everywhere and the windows look to have been blown to shreds. Pieces of wood and many other street lights are now on the roads and there odd pieces of debris everywhere in sight. 

I raise my brow and wonder further through the streets until I sense something powerful emitting from one certain building... the Mystic Grill. I continue to walk towards the bar and upon touching the door handle, I snap my hand back and hiss in pain. I swear a list of profanities under my breath as I look at my now red burnt skin. I close my eyes and calm myself knowing that whatever has just come into my prison world is not only powerful but dangerous and knowing that I can't die here makes it more painful for me to think about. I am not afraid as of what I am about to face however I would rather not be tortured or killed multiple times in a repetitive loop of whatever is inside.  

I take a few steps back away from the door and look at it concentrating on each individual splinter of wood and I feel my own power surging through my veins. I take a deep breath out and open my eyes as the door to the Grill explodes into tiny fragments of splintered wood. I smile looking at my work and I look back down at my hand and see that it has healed. 

Stepping over the splints of wood I wander into the bar. I walk around into the main bar and hear loud music playing from the old jukebox that the Grill had acquired. Lyrics of a song play through the air and bounce echoing against the walls surrounding every surface. 

Said if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now...

I internally groan as I hear Two Princes by The Spin Doctors start to play. Throughout all the centuries I have been here I have updated myself on everything that the real world has to offer and that includes its music. I look at the jukebox playing and then something dawns on me. 

"I didn't turn that on..." I say looking at the karaoke lyrics appearing on a television screen. I turn my head to the side and almost fall over in disbelief. 

"What the hell?" I question muttering under my breath. I walk over to what appears to be an unconscious man chained up to a wooden chair. I step in front of the man and notice that he looks the same age as me and has dark brown almost black hair. I watch him curiously and tilt my head to the side. I look down at the chains and see that there had to have been at least three secure chains holding him in place and all of which I feel are anti-magic which means that they cannot be taken off by magic. 

"How did you get here?" I ask him even though I know he cannot hear me. I know this man isn't human either as I don't hear a pulse coming from him. He must have been someone pure evil to have been put here. Not that I see myself as but that is beside the point. 

"Who are you?" I hear a female voice ask from behind me. I stop analyzing the man and momentarily freeze. Another visitor... how interesting, I think to myself. I crack my head from side to side relieving any tension I have built up from leaning over and lightly lick my lips before spinning my whole body around to face the owner of the voice. 

Standing now in front of me is a young dark skinned woman with brown to green chocolate eyes and brown hair. She looks to be in her late teens, early twenties and her posture is tense. She has her arms folded across her chest and I can see that she is weary of my presence. Now being the devious, manipulative person I have discovered myself to be after five centuries, I copy her posture and movements and decide to mock her. I give her the same glance as she gives me and I begin to smirk upon watching her nervousness before I break out in laughter. 

"Me? You're the one who's in my prison," I inform her looking at the woman. She, in turn, raises her own brow and tilts her head to the side in confusion. I love that look on her face as it means that I automatically have more power than she does.  

"Your prison? How can you be here, I created this place," she tells me. I look at the woman, smirk and shake my head from side to side. How can she think that she created this place when I have been in here for centuries? This woman is clearly confused but that doesn't mean that I cannot mess with her. I shrug my shoulders and take a step towards her making sure to show what kind of power I had around here.

"I don't know but if this is what you created, then it's over five centuries old, which means, you're an old lady," I smirk at her and continue to walk forward until I am only centimeters away from her. I see a little fear in her green to brown orbs and smirk at her fright. I love it when people feel like this. This just shows where people are on the hierarchy table and clearly this woman is at the bottom whereas I am at the top. She is the prey and I the predator. Literally. 

"That's impossible, I only just created this world-" she starts to stutter out in as much confusion as she can muster. I sigh and roll my eyes. Playtime is now over... I smile at her sweetly looking like I wouldn't hurt a fly before I place my hand around her throat and throw her away from me with ease. Now, most people would wonder where I got all of my strength from and you will find on later exactly why. I watch as her body flies in the air and then collides into a bunch of tables and chair crashing painfully to the floor. Now, you all think that I may be mad for throwing the young Bennett witch, and you are correct. But I have my reasons... she was annoying me and I may be a slight bit sadistic.   

"This world has been around for centuries and I highly doubt that you, a Bennett witch, created this world when it wasn't even your bloodline who created it," I explain to her. She cries out in pain as she looks up at me with blood trickling down her forehead, struggling to stand. 

"God dammit, I've ruined the furniture," I say shaking my head in disappointment looking at the smashed chairs and the broken table. I look back at the witch and raise my brow with my face showing no emotion. 

"Did I manage to break anything important? You know because if any of your ribs puncture any of your vital organs there is going to be a mess which I don't want to clean up," I ask with no concern in my voice. I look down at the young witch and she holds onto her ribs clutching them but they do not appear to have punctured anything maybes she just broke a couple of ribs. 

"Lihednat Dolchitni," the Bennet witch raises her hand to try and curse me.

"Don't be a bitch," I complain mentally using a counteracting spell. She looks up at me in shock when she sees that I am still breathing. 

"Do you want me dead?" I question her pointing to myself folding my arms across my chest angrily.  

"How-" she starts to ask but I grow bored of her constant questions and sigh raising my hand. 

"If you're trying to hurt someone then at least do it properly," I say teaching the young witch a lesson. 

"Urgh, beginners," I moan pulling on my hair lightly before resuming my hand back to the same position as before. 

"For example," I start to say and think of the incantation I will perform finding the perfect spell to use.  

"Phasmatos navaro pulsus sanguinox," as soon as the words fall from my mouth, the Bennet witch's eyes widen. 

"No!" she shouts before she screams in pain. I watch as her body temperature rises and sweat starts to form on her forehead. She cries out in agony and I snap my fingers temporarily stopping the spell. She takes a deep breath in.

"Why are you surprised? You try and block my airways with your pathetic beginners spell so I'm obviously going to overact and turn your blood into acid," I laugh out making a point. I watch as the witch takes deep breaths in catching her breath. I walk towards her slowly taking my time. 

"You're a witch?" she breathes out. I smile and continue with the spell. She lets out tonnes of screams and I laugh as she squirms around in pain.

"A psychopath," she coughs spitting up a dark crimson colour. I think for a brief moment and shake my head. 

"Psychopath?... maybe. Witch?... not exactly," I say answering her previous statement. I grow bored of her screams and stop the spell watching as she looks up at me barely conscious. 

"You know it's brilliant being a witch well half witch. I mean magic is just like a remote control to a movie. For instance, I can start a spell," the Bennett witch holds onto her throat and she starts to choke. 

"Pause a spell," air travels into her lungs like waves. She continues to cough and spit up blood whilst taking in much-needed air.  

"Restart a spell," the witch continues to choke and I hear her desperate gasps for air and the best part is that I feel no sympathy, nothing. 

"Anddd I can stop a spell," she drops further to the floor as she lays with her head to the side slowly taking in oxygen. I look down at her weak body and sigh. Blood starts to surround her body and her eyes close.

"You dead?" I ask and lightly kick her body to see if she will move or not. When she doesn't move I roll my eyes and shake my head. I bend down onto my knees and kneel beside her body. 

"Oh my god, please don't be dead that means I have to burn your body and it'll smell and then I'll have someone who cares about you try and kill me for revenge," I complain tapping on her cheek. I close my eyes and shake my head and sigh. 

"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," I state brushing my hand through her hair. 

"The things I do for people," I say and bite into my wrist and press it against the witches lips. I watch as small droplets of my blood enter the witch and I lightly pull away standing up. She groans and moves her head to the side and slowly start to sit up. 

"You're insane..." she moans out. My eyes widen and I stand up away from her. 

"That's the first thing you say after I save your life?!" I ask my voice rising. The Bennett witch glares at me and starts to slowly stand to her feet. 

"You tried to kill me!" she argues back. I roll my eyes at her. 

"You're being very over dramatic right now, lose the emphasis on the 'me trying to kill you' part. I didn't kill you because this thing called my conscience decided to be a bitch," I start to explain to her. She doesn't speak a word and instead just listens to me. 

"It started saying things like 'don't kill her! She's an innocent, she has a family just like you do!'" I say in a childish voice. 

"And I was like, 'I don't care, my family hates me so why should I care?'" the Bennett witch crosses her brows and she opens her mouth a little. 

"But then the asshole won and I decided to be kind and save your life," I say nodding my head smiling at her. Again she just stares at me like I have grown two heads or something. 

"How long have you been in here again?" she questions. 

"Five hundred years," I reply smiling. 

"It shows," she comments under her breath. I look at her confused for a second and shake what she said off mentally agreeing with her.

"So, you're a hybrid, a witch, and a vampire," she says casually looking at me. I shrug my shoulders and smile at her. 

"But that's impossible, you can't be a witch and a vampire, unless you're a siphon," she informs me. I smirk at her and nod my head and look away pretending to think for a moment. 

"Not exactly, I can be both and still have magic because I was born like this," I tell her. She looks at me, confusion spreading across all of her features. 

"How can you be born a hybrid when-" I cut her off and sigh. 

"You talk too much, and just so you know, don't go dying either to try and turn yourself into a vampire, it won't work. I can't change anyone into a vampire without choice," I say. She slowly nods her head processing the information. 

"Wait, why did you just heal me?" she asks looking at me skeptically. 

"I told you it was my conscience," I say innocently. She shakes her head, her face says it all, she doesn't believe me. Not one bit.

"You're a psychopath why would you have a conscience?" she questions. I look down at her and my falters. 

"Okay, you got me," I say shrugging my shoulders and smirking at her cynically. 

"If you think I did it out of the kindness of my own heart, then you're wrong. I'm only keeping you alive for you to tell me why you are here and why he is here, everything is for my own personal gain, not yours," I tell her and grab her arm pulling her into me. I reach into her pocket and pulling out an object before shrinking it and placing it onto my own jacket. I pull a chair and push her into it watching her twitch in pain. 

"Now, tell me who you are and why you are here. Oh, and don't think to lie I'll know and you won't like the consequences," I state. She thinks for a moment and I read her thoughts knowing she doesn't want me to curse her again before she nods her head and looks at me directly in the eyes. 

"My names Bonnie Bennett, I'm a witch from Mystic Falls and the distant relative of Emily Bennett," she tells me. I smirk and walks towards her. I bend my knees and my head is directly in front of hers.

"I don't think you quite get what I mean by telling me why you are here," I state and bite my lip for a moment. 

"Let me make myself clear, I know that you're a Bennett witch and I know your heritage, I was friends with many of your ancestors. So if you please tell me something that won't get you killed would be very helpful for you," I threaten. She gulps and I see a stray tear fall from her eye, her pulse has also quickened. I've finally broken the young witch. 

"In the real Mystic Falls, Hell was loose and we killed the Devil, that man over there is one of the reasons that the Devil is dead," she tells me. 

"If the Devil's dead, then what about Hell?" I ask intrigued.

"Gone," she simply says.

"How can Hell even possibly be gone? They'll be a new ruler, a much worse ruler than the Devil himself. Probably who is out and looking for revenge on everyone who has wronged them," I state. Shock covers the young witches face and recognition lights up in her eyes. 

"Oh my god, that then means," She starts to say and looks up at me in shock. 

"I need to get out of here, I need to warn the others," she tells me with urgency in her voice. 

"Okay then, tell me why he's down here all chained up, with this god awful music playing?" I point to the man chained up in the chair changing the subject. She looks over at the man again and glares at him. 

"He's ruined my life, and everyone I know and love. He put my best friend in a Sleeping Beauty Curse linking my life to hers. He murdered his own family and is the reason that I nearly lost my best friend to the Devil, he deserves to be here," she says in disgust. I turn to look at the still unconscious man and shrug my shoulders. 

"So he's basically a sociopathic homicidal maniac?" I ask and she nods her head.

"He's just like you, you'd make a great couple, the insane psychotic psychopath and the sociopathic homicidal maniac," she spits out. I glare at her and shake my head. 

"No, I'm not psychotic... much..." I mutter frowning.  

"I brought him here to keep him here permanently, to protect the ones I love," she tells me. I grin looking over at him again before looking at her.  

"You really want him gone that bad?" I question and she nods her head. She's practically desperate. I think for a moment and smirk when I come up with an idea. 

"I'll make a deal with you, Bonnie. You can leave this prison under one circumstance," I tell her. She looks at me questioning me. 

"Which is?" I smile at her and chuckle shaking my head. 

"You give me one good reason why I shouldn't let him kill you," I point to the man and she rolls her eyes. 

"Because he'll kill you too, and if he escapes he'll kill everyone that you love just for revenge," she tells me. I think for a moment and smile at her. 

"Psychopath or not, surely you have someone who you love in the other world," she says to me. I chuckle looking down at her. 

"Well, in all honesty, Bonnie that doesn't mean anything anymore to me because I haven't got my humanity, I kind of switched it off around... four centuries ago after trying to kill myself multiple times so I really don't feel anything," I tell her. She looks at with something that I recognize in her eyes... pity. I don't want the pity. I don't want her to feel bad for me, I'm fed up of people feeling bad for me, or feeling sorry for me or even pretending to feel how I feel and understand. 

"But, luckily for you, I don't really want to deal with the witch child of Sabrina the teenage witch, so, you can leave whenever you like," I tell her. She looks at me and stands to her feet. 

"In fact, take your ascendant," I say pulling out the ascendant from my pocket, enlarging it back to its original size and throwing it to her. She catches it feeling her pockets and looks back at me realizing that I stole it from her. She looks back at me and holds onto the ascendant tightly. 

"What about you? You're in here for a reason and it can't be good, how do I know that you won't leave with me?" She asks. I walk towards her and give smile. 

"Because I can't leave without the blood of the family who sealed me in here and I need an eclipse, which there are none," I inform her. She nods her head and I walk away.  

"Wait, who are you?" she calls after me. I stop and smile turning to look at her. 

"My name is Celestia Starborn, it was a pleasure meeting you Bonnie Bennett, I hope to meet you again," I say before she twists the ascendant and vanishes into thin air leaving me with the sociopath. 

"Hmm, I wonder how much fun I can have with you," I sigh chuckling looking at the man. 

"We're going to have so much fun together..."