Bonnie

Ear-splitting and overwhelming. Those were the only words that Bonnie could evoke to describe Egypt's capital. The city streets were crowded, business burgeoning as the buildings were flanked by older quarters. Along the highway that paralleled the Nile River was a strip of major Hotels in addition to the Egyptian Museum. Cairo's population was vastly diverse, both ethically and religiously; though religion seemed to  dominate certain districts in the city. Differences of status within the Egyptian population depended largely on one's place of origin. It truly wasn't much different than certain areas back home in the States.<br><br> Moonlight cascaded into into the windows of Bonnie's taxi as she settled into the backseat. It took more than half an hour to reach her destination as traffic was deplorable.Obstruction of the highways was a crucial problem in Cairo, especially as the streets began to grow more clustered overtime with  minibuses, streetcars, and trolleys. As the taxi driver pulled the vehicle up to the sidewalk of the Al Azhar Park, Bonnie removed the monetary expenses as well as a bit extra for a tip from her bag. Handing the payment to the driver, she nodded her head politely, her smile extended while she opened the car door to step out. "Shakkrān, thank you. Enjoy the rest of your night." She said. Her arms slipped in between the thick straps of her black duffel bag and she emerged from the coveyance, shutting the door. The heels of her laced boots collided with the concrete beneath her feet, scratching against the surface. The aroma of freshly mowed greenery filled the air. It was sweet but in a distinct vegetable way, like slicing into a cucumber; slightly acrid. Her abdomen began to sink inward as she inhaled, releasing a breath shortly after. The contemporary design of the recreational grounds was breathtaking. The atmosphere of the park felt welcoming and satisfying. Inspiring and relaxing to anyone that needed to recharge their energy. There were restaurants that were located all around the area; altars with active fountains exploding exploding like the mysteries of Eleusis. God, would this have been the perfect setting to share with Lorenzo St. John. Enzo, that was a name that brought both a great deal of jubilation and affliction. Though he had been gone for a while now, the ache still lingered. Bonnie's mother once told her that the pain of losing him would subside - that things would get better, but sometimes she didn't feel that. There were nights when she wasn't able to sleep a wink, for too many harrowing thoughts were peregrinating within the depths of her mind. It was only when she allowed herself to venture into the private dimension that her psychic blast created could she truly feel however, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough to just see him in a world where he would never truly be untethered. It wasn't truly living. He would always be a general factotum in a world that she created out of pain. Alone until she called, and she wouldn't allow that.<br><br>For months, Bonnie had been searching for ways to free Enzo from this neverending cylcle that he was bound to and revitalize him. Now that she held the possibilities of actually doing so within her grasp, it was only a matter of time before she would put her plan into action.<br><br> Ring Ring.<br><br>The witch slipped her hand into her back pocket in order to grab the chiming celluar device that rested within. Glancing at the name that appeared, she smiled to herself upon seeing that it was her mother and quickly swiped her thumb across the crystalline screen. "Mom, you're calling pretty late. Is everything alright?" Bonnie asked. She held the phone up to her ear using her shoulder as she walked up to the nearest altar. It was a golden - reddish variant compared to the darker ones scattered around the park. "Everything is fine, honey. I just wanted to call and say goodnight." A sigh of relief escaped from Abby's lips through the phone. Bonnie could hear the sudden solace in her voice as if just hearing her daughter speak reassured her off something. "You know there's a thing called texting, right?" Bonnie teased her mother. They both laughed together softly, silence consuming the call only moments after.  Lowering herself into her knees, Bonnie slowly placed her bag on the ground beside her. Unzipping it, she began to pull out an assemblage of white candles and situated them neatly around her.<br><br>"I spoke with Caroline today. She told me that you're thinking about returning to Mystic Falls to teach at the Boarding school." Abby said.<br><br>"There's nothing to think about, mom. If I can offer my expertise to help Alaric out then I'm going to do it."<br><br>"I know that I can't change your mind, so there's no point in trying. However, I do think that you should spend a bit more time living your life to the fullest. Mystic Falls is always going to be there, baby. You deserve s little more time away from it. Please, just consider that."<br><br>"Mom,I haven't decided when I'm going back, but if I did choose to leave soon...nothing is going to stop me " Bonnie spoke, asserting her choice to a bold extent.<br><br>"You're just like your grandmother, you know that? As stubborn as a mule."<br><br> Bonnie couldn't help but grin as memories of her grams swirled within her cerebrum. Sitting with her legs folded across one another, she looked up at the moon that glowed like a heavenly body of diamonds scintillating the world of darkness. "I think that we both get that trait from her. You have a habit of being fairly obstinate yourself. I have to go though. I'm in the middle of something and it can't wait. I love you, mom."<br><br>" I love you, honey. Be safe, okay?" Abby said. The call ended and Bonnie signed softly to herself. Her posterior was sitting steady as the palms of her hands rested flat against the cement.   The humidity seemed to melt into the night with air so thick that it pressed upon her skin. As it embraced her cheek, a droplet of sweat fell like morning dew and she closed her eyes. "Phasmatos incendia, Phasmatos incendia,Phasmatos incendia." She repeated the incantation like a Vedic hymn before the candles we're ignited by a swarm of flames. She could feel the heat rising as her soul case projected into another acreage. "Enzo, please be here. You have no idea how much I need to see you right now."