Hey guys! I'm excited to do this story. This is first Bamon story that I'm doing from Damon's perspective. Most stories I think of for Bamon, I usually do it from Bonnie's perspective because I find it much easier to write with her. Damon's a little bit more trickier but I've actually been having a fun time writing from his perspective. I hope you guys enjoy!
I also want to give a warning before I start. Be prepared for Damon to be obsessed with Elena for a while. When I write, I try to stay very true to the characters even if I don't like some of the choices they might make. I'm not the hugest fan of Elena but I don't bash her in my stories either. But I do have a lot of Bamon in this story. It will just take them some time to get there. So again, I hope you guys enjoy!
- King
Damon kissed Elena. He loved to do it. Actually, sometimes, he thought he was quite addicted to it. He kissed her at night, in the morning, in the afternoon, at night again. And he repeated this all over the next day, and the day after that.
It was much easier now to do it. He did not have to worry about the guilt of hurting his brother anymore. Stefan left. Disappeared.
After everything happened with Silas, he just left. But he knew that his brother did not leave because of Silas. Just like Elena knew it too.
He left because he probably did not want to accept the fact that Elena chose him.
Every time they entangled themselves from each other, reality set in that Stefan was no longer there anymore.
Maybe that was another reason why he kissed Elena often, not just because he loved the way his lips pressed against hers, but when his lips were not on hers, when he was not drowning inside of Elena, he remembered his brother.
Elena pulled away from his lips, her eyes fluttering open before she quickly pressed her lips back again- long, hard, slow, and pulled back. A giggled escaped her lips as her eyes crinkled with a smile.
"Eh hmm."
Someone cleared their throat and Damon did not bother to look over. He knew it was the brat. He always interrupted their time together. Sometimes, he wished he could just snap his neck. But he knew that Elena would not be happy if he did so. But Jeremy Gilbert was the most insufferable hormonal teenage boy he'd ever met. And Damon had met his fair share of those in his long time on earth. He thought that once Jeremy dated the witch that maybe he would be less annoying, but it only seemed to amplify, especially after Bonnie suddenly left.
Damn. In moments when Jeremy cock blocked him and Elena, he actually missed the witch, and even that was surprising for him to think.
Shifting his head to look over Elena's shoulder as she sat on his lap, he glared at Jeremy.
"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, somewhere that's not here?"
Elena slapped his arm and quickly shot off his lap. The moment was over and now Damon had to watch her cuddle her little brother. What a dick.
"Sorry, Jer. We thought-"
"That I was gone, I know. But I'm leaving now to go to Tyler's"
Elena smiled sheepishly. Jeremy shook his head at them like he usually did when he saw them together and turned to leave, but Elena stopped him.
"Wait, Jer. Have you talked to Bonnie?"
Damon shifted uncomfortably. These were the thoughts that he wanted to avoid. Anything that did not deal with them being together, he did not want to hear.
"Let the kid go, Elena." Elena kicked him.
"I haven't talked to her not since I came back-"
"She probably didn't want to hear the sound of your voice anymore, Jeremy. I would have left too." He ignored the glare Elena gave him. Jeremy sighed and ignored him.
"It's weird. I mean she left the letter saying she was going to spend the summer with her mom but she could have spoken to me."
"So, you really don't remember Bonnie talking to you before she brought you back?" Elena asked.
Jeremy shook his head as he stared at the floor. He was constantly brooding about the way that Bonnie left. Damon rolled his eyes. It was taking away his time from Elena. And Damon already knew what Elena was thinking. Hell, he even knew what Jeremy was thinking himself, but knew that Jeremy did not want to say it. But Damon would. It was his job to do that. Be the bad guy that said the things that people were too afraid to say.
"I hate to say this Jeremy but maybe she left you because you cheated on her. I mean she never really forgave you for it, right? Maybe the witch realized she wanted something new-"
"Then why would she bring me back?" Jeremy growled out. Damon sighed. Such obvious questions, such obvious answers.
"Elena, Jeremy. She did it for Elena."
Elena glanced back and forth between the two of them and now Damon lived in regret. Elena hated when he and Jeremy argued but the kid annoyed him so bad that he couldn't help it. Jeremy was a nuisance and sometimes he found him more annoying than his own brother.
"You're such a dick, man." Jeremy said and then gave Elena his classic how-could-you-be-dating-this-guy stare that always made him want to punch the dumb look off Jeremy's face. The things he did for love. Jeremy turned around to leave and Elena stepped forward.
"Wait, Jer. Don't g-" The door slammed with force and Elena turned back to look at him. Her facial expression was not happy and all Damon wanted to do was kiss her frown away. He wanted to go back to making out with her again; that would hopefully have led to his bed where they would lay naked for the rest of the day, with each other. Worried about nothing. No Stefan. No Bonnie. No homicidal vampires trying to kill his girl every week. Just them two.
But judging from the way Elena's face was screwed. He knew that would not be the case.
"Damon, why do you always have to do that?" She asked.
"Do what? I was just being honest with the kid." Elena opened her mouth up to reply but then she closed it as she raised her hands in the air in frustration. No kiss. No nakedness. He should have snapped Jeremy's neck like he wanted to earlier.
He tried to grab Elena but she just walked past him heading upstairs. He was ready to zoom up the stairs after her and kiss her. That's all it took and then Elena would melt in his arms, and forget about Jeremy, and everyone else that was not him.
He was going to do that until he looked in the corner of his eye and saw something strange. He turned around and almost jumped out of his skin at the sight of her. When did she?
"Bonnie, what are you doing here?" He asked as he stared at her strangely. She stood at the corner of the room near the fire place. She wore a green jacket, black shirt, and jeans. She did not respond but her eyes were wide with a look akin to shock.
"Earth to Bonnie." He said slowly as he waved his hand mockingly. Her mouth opened and then shut and opened again. Her eyes were moist and Damon scrunched his nose as he tried to take in the situation. How did she get in here? Why did he not hear her?
"Bonni-"
"You can see me?" The words came from her lips but somehow Damon could not understand what she meant by that. Nothing made sense. Maybe Elena was messing with his mind but why would she do that? Was Katherine here?
"Of course, I can see you, witch. Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"
A gasp escaped from her and she clutched her chest. Damon watched as she breathed heavily stunned. But what surprised him the most was not Bonnie's presence but the tear that dropped from her right eye. Damon stepped back and he looked around in confusion.
"Woah. Woah. Witch, what are you crying for? And how did you get in here without me hearing you?" He asked accusingly. Bonnie stared at him momentarily before she started to laugh. It wasn't a chuckle or a giggle. It was a laugh that bounced off the wall of the room and hit at you. It was strange because her laugh seemed like a cry. The sound was so loud and Damon abstinently wondered why Elena had not run downstairs yet. She had been saying she missed Bonnie the whole summer.
"Damon," She started, pacing herself as she slowed down her laugh. When the last chuckle escaped, she looked at him but did not move from her spot. "Is this real?"
The frustration spiked through him at her words. This was weird and also equally annoying. He felt like he was in a twilight zone. He had never seen Bonnie cry like that before or laugh like that for that matter either. Granted, he wouldn't be the judge to know because he did not pay attention to the witch often at all but something seemed off. Something was wrong. Why is Elena not down here yet? Is her hearing not working?
"Ele-"
"Don't." Bonnie said loudly, her eyes wide as she looked in the direction of the stairs. "You can't call her. You can't tell her I'm here Damon."
"Bonnie, you're losing me here. What's with all the creepy hocus pocus suft you got going on? And where have you been? The brat has been going crazy over you." He said and then he looked at her.
No, he really looked at her. Damon didn't notice it before because it was Bonnie. She looked the same. Long hair, green eyes that captured you, a natural bitch resting face because she only smiled at those she liked, that did not include him. But there was something different. She looked different. Not natural. Her usually radiant brown skin that always shined in the sun, looked dimmer than usual. Her face was grave and though Damon was use to Bonnie looking at him with a glare, he was not used to this face. It was void of life. Of happiness. Of anger. Of annoyance.
"Damon, I have something to tell you." She whispered and then bit down on her lip. Fear coursed through him.
"Don't."
"I'm-"
"Don't. I don't wanna know."
"Damon, I'm-"
"Don't tell me, witch! I don't want to know." He whispered fiercely and in the back of his mind he was wondering why he whispered. Because he knew. Dread was coming full force. He knew. This would change everything.
"I'm dead."
"Dammit, Bonnie!" He stood there staring at her, for how long, he did not know. All he could do was see Bonnie staring at him with fresh tears rolling down her face. Her eyes were scared but her mouth was hard. He had never seen Bonnie like this before. Ever. He felt sad for her. How did she? Damon couldn't even think. Right, now he was talking to a ghost. A ghost Bonnie. A ghost that happened to be Elena's best friend. This could not be true.
Damon stalked over to her. This couldn't be true. This had to be a bad dream. One of the bad dreams he had often that made him feel bad for stealing Stefan's girl. Dreams like this that made him think he would wake up in the morning and Elena would be gone.
When Damon reached her, he paused. He stood a few inches from her and he couldn't feel her. The heat that usually emitted from a human's body was gone. Her presence. Everything that made the witch who she was, was not there. The beat of her heart, a thing that Damon noticed because Bonnie was one of the few people who was truly not scared of him. Her heart didn't beat crazily like Caroline's did or Elena's did, back when they were humans and he took pleasure in seeing them scared. Even then, Bonnie was always calm and assure in his presence. Her heart thumped and it sounded like a melody but she was not afraid of him. He realized that he couldn't play with the Bennett witch back then. She was no fun. She had no fear.
But all of that was gone. He stuck his hand out and tried to grab her arm but it went straight through. He felt nothing.
He stood back and pinched the bridge of his nose. How was he going to tell Elena? How was he going to tell everyone? How did the witch die?
Damon dropped his hand and looked at her. Bonnie's face held no anger, just the tiniest hint of sadness was in the iris of her eyes. But she stood tall in front of him without regret.
"Bonnie." He said sadly as he thought about the months that went by. No one knew she died. No one knew or mourned her death. How sad.
"You can't tell Elena, Jeremy, or anyone. No one, Damon." She said, her voice clear and determined. She tried to give him a smile but even Damon knew that she did not feel it. How could you smile when you were dead? How could you smile when no one knew that you died?
"How?"
"Promise me, Damon. You have to promise me that. You can't tell anyone." She said firmly. Damon stared at her and then pushed his fingers through his hair.
Bonnie didn't have to tell him that. Of course, he didn't want to tell anyone. Especially not Elena. If Elena knew that she had spent her summer having the time of her life rolling around in bed with him and did not know that Bonnie had been dead, she would not only blame him but herself. She would hate herself and be eaten up with guilt. Elena didn't know how to handle death. She would lose it if she knew the witch had died. The kisses, the sex, the love, the want. All of it would be gone and his summer full of Elena would be gone. His life with Elena would be gone. He did not want to tell her.
But Elena needed to know. And if she found out from someone else it would break her. She couldn't know. He had to fix this. He would fix this.
"Deal." He said after a beat. Bonnie did not smile but turned around to leave.
"Wait-"
"Damon." Shit.
Damon turned around and looked towards the stairs where Elena was coming down now. She looked at him strangely as she glanced around the room.
"Who were you talking to?" She asked.
Bonnie who had been walking away from him, stopped in her steps, and turned around eyes wide. She stared at him questionably.
"Just talking to Liz." He said as he quickly fished his phone out of his jean pocket and raised it in the air for Elena to see.
"About what?" Elena asked. She now stood in front of him with her arms crossed. She was still mad and slightly suspicious.
"You know, just the usual, vampire suft."
"Wait, is there something going-"
"Nothing to worry your little pretty head about. Just the standard vampire issues. Nothing me and my girl Liz can't handle."
Elena bit her lip and she stared in his eyes before letting her arm drop. She sighed and looked at the ground.
"Look Damon, you can't talk to Jeremy like that anymore."
Damon rolled his eyes inwardly. He hated talking about Jeremy. But now in this moment he actually kind of felt bad for the kid. He had no idea that his girlfriend was dead.
"Okay, Elena. I'll leave Little Gilbert alone."
Elena stared at him briefly and Damon sighed waiting for her to give in. He knew she would give in. She always did. She loved him. A small smile formed on Elena's face and Damon grinned. She wrapped her arms around his waist and Damon hugged her back too, squeezing her tight in his arms, he wanted to melt Elena into his skin.
He looked over Elena and could see Bonnie as she stared at them with a small smile. Her gaze met his and she waved before heading towards the door.
Damon squeezed Elena tighter, for he knew all of this would be over soon. Once Elena knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. She would be annoyed with herself for being happy while Bonnie was dead.
He had to fix this. He had to bring Bonnie back to life or he would lose it all.
