Disclaimer: These characters and creative property belong to LJ Smith and CW. No copyright infringement is intended. I mean no harm. Crappy plot is mine. And Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is You" belongs to her.
Brushing past her house, dim and grim from the emptiness of Christmas lights and holiday cheer were carolers. Bonnie sat uneventfully in her house, souring into envy. She tugged on the shortened strands she severed not too long ago. After all the times with Jeremy and in the middle of her loneliness, she wanted to start anew without pain. Yet Jeremy broke her heart, her father rounded up dead, her mother disappeared from the face of the Earth and Jamie, who gives a damn anymore. In moments like these, she knew banishing Lucy was a bad idea.
On her couch, she sat with the blankets on her shoulder. She detested the vacant isolation. Not even the deceased supernatural could heat the chipped dents in her heart. Bonnie raised her legs, to rest on. To conceal, to never feel made things worse. She wanted to feel the pain, the misery and the agony. A shadow masked her, as the grey skies became black.
The door bell shook her from the delusion of the happy girl she once was. The times with her grams and the times Elena used to comfort her. She emphasized "Use to". Instead she comforted, more than being comforted. She missed strong arms holding her as if she was a prize jewel. Her bones, aching found movement to the door.
A box with glittery red ribbon wrapped the box in elegant patterns. This better not be a stalker case. With all the vampires and supernatural creatures, she cannot handle another deranged maniac in her life. Bonnie scanned the area, than closed the door. Along the way to the living room, she pulled the ribbon, releasing the binding on the box. Inside, she dutifully opened the white carcass, observing diligently inside. White in color, the sweetheart neckline could be seen and another red ribbon was attached on the waist. Her eyes softened, adoring the fabric.
The winter wonderland dress in its glory is devoutly admired. Bonnie spotted a letter, bending down to pick it up. She unfolded the folded parchment. In fine black ink, the letter specified diminutive words of comfort.
"Come meet me, when you are done." – Stefan.
Stefan? Why would he do this? His stalker habit to Elena did not precipitate warning signals from her. She giggled, stopping the stray giggles from releasing her giddiness. The palm silenced her since Stefan might have heard her. Clutching onto the seams, inspecting the stitch to the princess style bottom, the woman, the girl that hid in the caverns of her icy heart thawed.
For a long time, she felt freed from pressure. Is Stefan granting the freedom, she so, desired? She shed her rustic green cardigan, her casual jeans and blouse onto the floor, creating a disheveled pile. Bonnie, slid the dress, filling the places, most required. Twirling like a princess inheriting a new beautiful gown, the inner woman in Bonnie generated excitement. This burning excitement she has not felt for a long duration.
There were matching gloves too. Her hands grazed the material, cherishing the silky softness. To be treated as if she was a princess, a treasure worth millions. This is her Christmas wish.
Stefan was not her prince, though. Presumably he just wanted her to feel less alone. Nonetheless, the sentiments carried no burden. Internally gratitude was her number one feeling. She needed this. She needed a prince for this day. It is her Christmas wish.
Granting ruptured breaths in her deflated lungs, she gracefully yet slowly descended down the hallway, the staircase and to the door. Beyond the mirror was the patient Stefan, in a tuxedo. He is perfect. Elena definitely chose the wrong suitor. She opened the door. "Hi."
"You look beautiful." Stefan grinned, cherishing her slim, tiny figure. He brought his hand to hers, pecking the knuckles. Lately his thoughts surrounded Bonnie and he wanted her to feel self-worth. He brought a fluffy bolero, for her to keep warm. Stefan ensured this day would be a Christmas worth remembering.
Bonnie blushed, granting him access to her arms. He massaged her arms when the action was done. The first time in forever, this radiant attention gorged her heart in swelling heartbeats. Thump, thump, thump went her heart. "Why are you doing this, Stefan?"
He shushes her, proposing his arm for her to slide in and rest against. This time around, her desires, her selfishness would be put first and not last. She is a trophy worth shining. Stefan wished he noticed her first.
Theatrically Bonnie sighed at his inclusive mysteries. Her hand found his shoulder, in which he gathered with his own. The texture of his skin may have paralleled the winter frost, but deep within his center grasped a character filled with soothing temperatures. She snuggled closer, prying greedily at the muscled collectiveness of Stefan Salvatore.
His limousine matched to ones girls were taken to Prom. Stefan led her in, grasping her hands delicately as she ducked into the elongated car. Bonnie grasped the leather seats to the fine champagne inside. She heard mumbles from Stefan and the driver. Glancing at the winter wonderland outside, the coldest of nights gave a hint of serenity for her. She missed grams.
Bringing the girl to lean on his broad shoulders, Stefan kissed the top of her head. Solace in the perfumed heaven in her shampoo and scent, he wanted more. She is not ready for his accompanied enthrallments. He rested his hand onto her right shoulder. The humanistic cuddle gave him the courage to pursue her for this night.
Stefan Salvatore being a boyfriend to her, either than to Elena amazed Bonnie. In his typical world, Elena came first. She is third place, next to Caroline. Forgotten by man, Stefan often evoked care for her, regardless of his relationship with Elena, at one point. Somehow he remembered her, in times of great sorrow. Sure, he neglected her at important times….but next to Jeremy and Matt. He was there and still is.
The ride silent from conversation concluded as the driver halted. Bonnie, curiously examined the black tinted windows. A vintage house, wrecked from the top to the bottom seized her eyes. Attached to the Earth were the roots of the home, the crumbling bricks and debris that time attacked mercilessly. She saw Stefan smile.
Lost in her reverie and thundering thoughts, Stefan vanished from her side to the outside of the door. He greeted her with much adoration and admiration. Even Jeremy lacked the specialized glint Stefan required. In his princely manner, a hand offered to aid her out. Bonnie took the hand, gliding to the open environment where trees surround the house and slumped gates invited them. She awed at the sight, favoring the historical illustrations.
Releasing the conjoined hands Stefan began to light the decorated candles placed on specific designated areas of the decrepit house. Each of the lighting sparked shadows and brief brightness. There is a type of statuesque beauty in this house. Bonnie loved it. Stefan must have known about her favoritism in history.
Tantalizing Christmas music issued, when the stereo system gingerly brought out beats of finesse. Stefan brought their hands to become one. He linked their fingers together. His other rested on her hip. "I'm sorry for all the times I forgot you." He apologized, muttering into her ear, sensing her flinch at the acknowledgment.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
"It doesn't make up for what you did to me." Bonnie clarified, the head donning on his shoulder peered into his neck, chin and fine downward eyes.
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah
"I know it doesn't, but I want to start now." Stefan confessed, spinning her so she faced forward, her back to his front.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
"Why start now?" Bonnie alleged, preparing to make her quick departure in embarrassment for believing a sliver of his promise.
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
Stefan had a choice, release her hands and let her go or keep her with him even if it meant she hated him. The later obscured a clear image of happiness. He wanted to make her happy. Unbelievably she makes him happy.
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
"You may not believe me but I want you to be happy. You make me happy." Stefan confirmed, ending the dance to gather her into his arms. He wanted to be the world to her, since Jeremy could not. She never had the pillar of strength and he desired to give the world to her. "During your sacrifices I began to fall for you. I thought I could erase my feelings and just direct myself to Elena. Instead I found myself falling."
Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
Bonnie shook her head, denying the confession. "I don't believe you. You always worshiped Elena. I am just second place. I don't fit." She tensed at the center of her own confession, tearing a part of her soul out. Small sobs fled her eyes and rolled onto her cheeks.
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
She needed to leave, make her exit before disappearing into the safe haven of her home. Bonnie hated crying but she felt utterly alone. Christmas was meant for the cherished, yet she was torn and used. Bonnie despised it.
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding onto me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
Without hesitation or regret, he apprehended the arm. The dreaded Elena disease has infiltrated her being. Like the house, she was crumbling at the foot of her self-worth. He wanted to rebuild her sense of security and justice. "What can I do…to make you believe me?" He muttered, heartbreakingly each arm binding her to him.
Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
"Nothing." Bonnie hastily squirmed, demanding for her freedom. Stefan may have offered a safe Eden for her craving deprivation of love but vampires like him lied. He lied. He has hurt her, along with Damon.
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby to me?
Stefan barely nudged, bringing his lips to hers. He cleared the hurt from her reddening cheeks with his fingers. "I'm sorry." Stefan whispered when they separated, returning again to their former glory. "I'll do anything….anything for your forgiveness." He pleaded, disengaging from their comforting kiss.
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Hesitantly, Bonnie contemplated his "anything" remark, seeking any signatures of deception. There was none. Instead Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing their lips to reunite. She did not return his beckoning calls for romance however she knew she will soon enough. "I…I don't love you yet."
Oh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is
You, baby
"I know. I am willing to wait." Stefan briefly smiled, their foreheads resting. Their breathing soft as Bonnie swallowed oxygen.
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
"But….I know I will."
First fanfic. I am horrible at characterizing so apologies, if Stefan or Bonnie come out as OOC. Also apologies for the mistakes. I don't have an editor. Don't kill me with harsh criticism.
I know Christmas has not arrived. I won't be around to put this up during the holidays.
