Hello! This is my first Bamon fic guys; takes place after season 5 premiere, which I didn't watch but saw the gist of. A little Beremy somewhere in between but fts its not gonna last. Hope you like it!
Bonnie Bennett is dead.
Damon blinked from his spot on the couch by Stefan. Elena sat on Stefan's other side. After realizing Silas was impersonating his brother and finding him a week later, the three of them, the permanent house guest Jeremy, and Caroline were sitting in the Salvatore living room trying to devise a plan to take him out. But since the most important person in the equation to take down Silas- especially since she had succeeded in rendering him incapacitated before- was notably missing, Jeremy finally decided to drop a truth bomb none of them were prepared for.
"How could Bonnie be dead? She's been with family for over three months now," Caroline said.
Damon got up from his spot on the couch and poured himself a drink, dropping three ice cubes in the crystal glass. He downed it. Everyone else could try and be in denial for the next two minutes, but he would skip right to belief.
"She's literally standing right next to me," Jeremy said, running his hands through his hair. "And she's pissed. She didn't want anyone to…feel bad."
Damon felt a twitch in his eye before turning back around, holding his crystal glass.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Bonnie?" Damon drawled to open space. "Your body has been rotting for three months and you didn't want anyone to feel bad? God, your martyr complex is insane. And now we've got some immortal douchebag wearing Stefan's face and no way to get rid of him. Top fucking notch, Bennett."
"Damon!" Elena hissed. She was quiet, and her eyes gleamed with a puddle of unshed tears. Caroline already had a steady stream of tears were making their way down her face.
He glared at the spot he assumed Bonnie's nonexistent body to be standing at and then at Jeremy, who looked like he wanted to stab Damon in the neck.
"Jesus, I was kidding. Trying to lighten the mood a bit." Mostly for himself. Because the knowledge of Bonnie's death sent him tripping into a pit of well hidden despair. He swallowed the almost full glass of bourbon in his hand before turning back to refill it.
The tears that had threatened to fall finally spilled over Elena's lids and down her face.
"Not. The time," Stefan said. He reached over and grasped Elena's hand. He gave the little comfort he could offer after drowning repeatedly for the same amount of time Bonnie had left her physical body behind.
Damon ignored Stefan and continued to keep his back to the group.
"Why?" Caroline choked out through her silent sobs. She shook quietly in the corner of the room, all blonde and hypersensitive as usual; but who could blame her in this situation? This was the one moment where Damon didn't feel like pushing her off a cliff. He considered walking to her side and comforting her with his proximity, but thought better of it and downed another glass.
"She died…bringing me back," Jeremy said carefully. His eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't cry. Damon almost commended him in his grit, but remembered that he had had over three months to deal with Bonnie's sacrifice and then proceeded to fool everyone with the ruse of her travels.
But it really made you think. No real contact with any one of them, and the two were able to make them believe everything was okay? Damon shuddered. Just like he hadn't noticed anything was amiss with Stefan; he hadn't noticed that his brother- his own flesh and blood- was missing. They were all so caught up with whatever had caught their attention, mainly Elena for him, that they hadn't noticed that two of the most important people in their sad, obsolete lives were suddenly absent, or vague of their whereabouts, or uncharacteristically different.
Damon should have known. He should have known that something was wrong with Stefan, especially after his younger brother had selflessly sold his soul to Klaus to save him before. To hear about it first from Jeremy, and knowing that Bonnie was involved with that moment, brought an emotion into Damon that he couldn't quite describe.
He barely listened to Jeremy rant on and on about how a balance had to be maintained as a witch's moral code. He gulped down the rest of the glass and poured himself another. Even after Stefan had his humanity taken away, he had always cared, he thought to himself. He continued to care about Elena and I. He had killed Mikael to save me even when he knew he would still be a slave to Klaus. But even after all of that, Damon forced vampirism on his brother's girlfriend because of his own selfish need and proceeded to take her away from him. To take her away from the only constant in his life; the only person who had continuously tried to save him throughout the decades.
And now Bonnie Bennett was dead.
His hand halted before bringing the glass to his lips once again.
Bonnie Bennett was dead.
What had he thought about denial?
He stared at the dark brown liquid swirling with the almost translucent solid cubes of ice.
Bonnie Bennett was dead.
No more witchy migraines, no more nagging, no more judging, no more moral code.
Bonnie Bennett was dead.
No more undying loyalty, no more powerful magic, no more sidekick, no more formidable allies, no more victories, no more reliability, no more passion, no more vigor.
Bonnie Bennett was dead.
He searched for something, anything, which could equate to Bonnie and came up blank. Any warmth that the hearth and alcohol gave his permanently chilled body drained at the full realization that Bonnie was gone.
Bonnie Bennett was dead.
He drained the glass once again.