Chapter 1 - Guess who's all grown up?

Life can be a fickle thing. It can turn on you in an instant. Everything you have you can lose in a blink of an eye. Damon Salvatore learned that the hard way. One day he had everything he could possibly want. A great job, loads of money and women, the latest Aston Martin parked in a garage, an exclusive 3 bedroom condo in one of the most expensive buildings in New York. He couldn't wish for more.

And right now, he was watching the IRS guys loading a truck with his famous Paul Cezanne paintings, the sculpture of 'Reaching for love', along with a custom made Chez M'Lain bed and all of his other possessions.

Yep, there goes the replica of the Faberge's lost Nécessaire Egg. He had that made specifically for the study room because he thought it brought more elegance and style to his bachelor pad.

Guess that's what happens when you get yourself involved in a dangerous game of tax avoidance and money laundering with your boss. Even though they had no evidence he was indeed involved, the state closed the firm, incarcerated his boss, and took everything he owned under their safe keeping, until the trial was over.

At least, he wasn't in jail. Yet.

So, now by the orders of his lawyer he had to leave his apartment. He did, however, got a legal permission to leave the state of New York, and head out to his hometown in Virginia, until, the trail picks up again in September.

Bang!

His jaw twitched when he saw two buff guys drop the big L-shaped couch, that was, of course, custom made, too. One single item from his apartment cost more than those guys made in a year, and they were treating it like it was something scooped up in the nearest garbage disposal.

He had enough of this. He picked up his suitcase and jacket and left the apartment with a bitter taste in his mouth.

It was time to go home.


And his home was none other than Mystic Falls, Virginia. A small town where everybody knew everyone and other people's business better than their own. He was probably going to be the latest subject of the small town gossip.

But, who the hell cares. At least he knew he could count on one person.

That one person was Alaric Saltzman. His best friend since diapers. Their mothers were friends, so it was only natural they were, too. When they were younger, Damon and Ric were inseparable. They did everything together.

True, Damon was always the one with the craziest ideas, and even though Ric would protest against every each one, he would always be right beside his best friend. They were the dynamic duo.

However, a lot have changed when they started college. They were both attending Whitmore, but Damon took the student exchange program and spent a year in Rome, Italy. When he came back, he never expected for things to change so much.

Alaric met a girl. And not just any girl. She was the girl. The one.

Of course, as much as a shock was that Ric has decided to be a one woman's man, an even bigger shock was the fact that the girl wasn't exactly a girl. She was a woman. An older woman. Her 34 years didn't exactly make her an old lady, but for a then 19-year-old Damon and Ric, that was surprisingly older.

Abby Bennett was at that time, the head Professor of Sociology at Whitmore, so their relationship was kept secret. Damon always thought it wasn't gonna last, that it was more about the forbidden fruit version. They got off on the fact, she was a teacher and he was a student.

But, things got even more ridiculous when Ric proposed to her on their three year's anniversary. He happily announced he was gonna marry the woman and start a proper family life with her, once he finished college.

And as much as Damon tried to change his best friend's decision and knock some sense into him, come mid-July 2006, he was sitting at Alaric and Abby's summer wedding. Sipping warm champagne and thinking which one of the bridesmaids he was going to seduce and take home.

But, one particular bridesmaid picked his interest more than the rest and it was in a completely different way. Abby's 8-year-old daughter Bonnie. One of the two kids his best friend accepted to raise with his new wife. She was sitting at one of the tables in her blue dress with ribbons in her hair, munching on cupcakes.

Ric was going to be a DAD to that girl. Well, stepdad, but still. How the hell could he agree to something like that in his best young years, was what Damon kept asking himself?

The flashback in his mind was cut off by the pilot's speech, informing the passengers they were landing in Richmond, Virginia. He was home.


„...and then three days after she threw her husband out, her boyfriend appeared in town, from that trip she took to Miami, a couple of months ago." Ric laughed and shook his head, while he was reminiscing last year's biggest fiasco at their neighborhood.

„Well, the Fell's were always the best providers of new gossip in Mystic Falls." Damon said flatly, not really interested in the stories his buddy was telling him. When did he become a desperate housewife whose biggest peek of the week was, who was fertilizing their roses with natural compost?

„So, how are you?" his best friend changed the topic, seeing his disinterest in everything he was saying. Guess, the question 'What'd I miss?' was a rhetorical one.

„I'm great, man," Damon said with false happiness. „Couldn't be better."

The man behind the wheel snorted, as they passed the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign. He knew all about Damon's situation and he had no doubt he was indeed involved in all his company was being charged for. He knew him too well.

Damon was power hungry for money and glory. He never had very high moral standards and usually, everybody in his proximity got screwed up. However, Ric knew his best friend, and that the reason for that, was probably his messed up parents and screwed up childhood.

Deep down, Damon was a good guy and he would never intentionally hurt the people he loved. There was a small circle of people Damon was completely loyal to, and Ric was lucky to be one of them.

No matter what his friend has done, he will always be the same guy who took the beating for him in the seventh grade. And the guy who came from New York at 4 o'clock in the morning when he and Abby were having serious problems and were on the verge of divorce. He knew he could always rely on him, no matter what other people said.

„The house looks different." Damon commented, as he got out of the car and closed the door on Ric's minivan.

„Yeah, we changed the frontispiece last spring," Ric said while he was getting Damon's suitcase from the trunk. „Abby wanted it to be Winter Orchard white, instead of White Paper."

Damon snorted and laughed.

„Is she home? I bought her something as a thank you for letting me stay at your place for a while."

„No, she's still at the University. She's probably gonna be very late, so you're gonna see her tomorrow." He said as he opened the door of his picture-perfect suburban house. He dropped the suitcase right next to the door and guided Damon to the kitchen.

„Right, I forgot she's the big hot shot lady of the faculty. Did she made the dean already?"

„Not exactly. But she is his substitute, so after he leaves for retirement next year, fingers crossed."

„Nice." Damon said impressed and watched with a frown, as his best friend put on an apron and opened the fridge in look for the ingredients so he could make dinner. He took a soda from the fridge and without a word passed it to Damon.

„Marcel!" he yelled as he stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and looked in the direction of the upstairs floor. „Get your ass down here! Marcel!"

Damon could hear the tumbling on the stairs as the boy made his way downstairs. He expected the 14-year-old boy with frizzy brown hair and glasses on his eyes but got stone stilled at the sight in front of him. A buffed up man with chocolate skin and very short hair with pearl white teeth stood in front of him.

So, maybe he made a mistake, buying an RC Helicopter for the boy. He hadn't really thought about the fact that 10 years have passed since he last saw Ric's family. Yes, he saw photos Ric sent him, but never really paid any attention to them. He would always just say he has a nice family, without even taking a real look at the pictures.

And when he saw Ric, it was usually just for some male bonding time, which to be honest was becoming rarer with more passing years. He saw Abby on occasions, too, but they would always be without the kids.

„What'up?" a strong manly voice came out of the young man's mouth and it only surprised Damon more.

„Hey, Damon Salvatore!" he said with a wide smile on his face, extending a hand to him.

„Marcel? What the hell?" Damon couldn't stop himself from commenting, as he accepted the hand and shook it „Last I saw you, you were losing a battle against pimples and starting to grow hair in weird places."

The young handsome boy nodded and laughed, rubbing his five o'clock shadow, „Yeah, well, I guess it's safe to say I managed to grow a bit more hair since then."

„That you did." Damon laughed too, noticing the fact, the boy was proudly standing in front of him, completely aware of his looks.

„You need any help?" the young man turned to Ric, who was cutting the vegetables into even pieces.

„No, it's fine. I just wanted you to come down and say hi."

Marcel nodded and took a piece of carrot to pop it in his mouth.

„So, Mr. Salvatore, how long are you staying?"

Mr. Salvatore. That sounded so old. Marcel was just a couple of years younger than him and he was addressing him like he was an old man.

„Please, don't ever call me that. Mr. Salvatore was my father and I am nowhere near like that guy." He said it as a joke. „Call me Damon."

„Alright. Sorry, Damon." Marcel smiled.

„For now, it's indefinite. I'm not really sure for how long I'll be here."

„Marcel, could you show Damon your room where he'll be staying?" Ric intervened.

„Sure."

„Oh, hey, Ric, wait." Damon said frowning, „I don't want to kick your boy out of his room. I thought you said you have a spare bedroom. But, I don't want to accommodate you all. I'll just go stay in a hotel."

„Are you kidding me?" Ric laughed. „You think I'm letting you stay in a hotel? Don't be crazy, man."

„No, Ric, really..."

„It's fine. Marcel is gonna sleep at the downstairs study for tonight, and for the rest, he's not even staying at the house. He just on leave for now. He comes home for weekends sometimes, the rest he spends at the Academy."

„Academy?" that picked Damon's interest.

„Yeah, Police academy. Marcel's gonna be an officer of the law in a couple of months." Ric said with a proud smile.

„Wow. Really?" he asked surprised, to which the young man nodded. „Well, that is impressive. Good for you."

„Yeah, thank you. Com' on. I'll show you your room." He said as he started to leave the kitchen, but Ric stopped him with his words.

„Hey, Marcel, call your sister and tell her to be home by 7 p.m. We got a guest at dinner, I don't want her to be late."

„Sure thing."


Marcel was really a big pleasant surprise for Damon. He accompanied him, while they were waiting for dinner, and he managed to get to know the young man a little better. Marcel was 24 years old now, on his way to being a police officer and a very polite and nice young man.

He didn't have a girlfriend, but that didn't mean he didn't have any luck in that department. Ladies loved him. And Damon was quite sure in that without even asking.

He showed him around the house and Damon was pleased how Marcel had no problem with communicating with him. He was very opened and funny, which reminded Damon of a young Alaric.

True, Abby and Ric had no mutual kids, as Ric informed him that Abby had a problem after she gave birth to her daughter and couldn't have any more kids. But, that didn't stop Ric to fully commit to the role of being a dad to Abby's two existing kids.

It was very obvious, Marcel loved his stepfather and it was a nice surprise since he remembered that on the wedding day, he was not very pleased. Yes, he was in puberty, so that was probably the reason for it, but the guy Marcel have grown up in, Damon noticed that Ric had a lot of influence on.

Which, to be completely honest, to Damon, that was great because Ric was one of the best people he had known in his life. He was his best friend for a very long time, and Damon was fully aware, that he was at times very hard to handle.

It was 6:55 p.m. when they heard a car getting in the driveway, and Marcel told Damon they should move to the kitchen.

Alaric had already prepared the dinner and served the table when they entered the cooking room.

They heard the front door opening, closing, and voice that called out to the kitchen.

„Hey, I'm home!"

„Bonnie?" Ric called her while dusting his hands over a dishtowel that was hanging over his shoulder.

„I'll be right there. I'm gonna go wash up for dinner!"

„Bonnie, come here for a second."

Now, Damon got super surprised by Marcel and how the boy grew up, so he already mentally prepared himself that Bonnie was no longer the size of an 8-year-old. Plus, Marcel told him she just turned 18, a couple of days ago, which was actually the reason he was still in town, even though it was Tuesday.

But, he was definitely not prepared for what walked in into the kitchen. His eyes almost fell out of his sockets and his jaw almost hit the floor.

A beautiful, young woman was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Vibrant green eyes under thick long lashes, with full lips in nude color lip gloss. Clear sun-kissed skin that looked so delicate and silky, it makes you want to touch it nonstop.

Okay, stopping now. Close your mouth and wipe out the drool, Damon.

Yep, he was affected, he couldn't deny that. Affected by her wavy shoulder-length dark hair, that looked so soft, he wanted to mess it up with his hands and affected by her petite feminine curves. Dressed in a pink sleeveless shirt and dark skinny jeans, with black heeled ankle boots and a leather jacket in her hands. A sparkled smile that lighted up the room instantly and the scent of the sweet perfume wafting from her direction.

„Hey, baby girl!" Ric said with such joy it almost instantly shook Damon up.

Baby girl. Yes, she was Ric's baby girl. Definitely stopping now.

„Hey." She said, stepping carefully further in the kitchen when she noticed an unfamiliar man standing by her stepdad.

„You remember Damon Salvatore?" Ric gestured to him. „My old friend since...what forever?" he said looking at Damon and snorting in a humorous way.

„Pfff...something like that." Damon said awkwardly. It reminded him how much history he and Ric shared and how he had no business casting dirty looks to the girl Ric called his baby girl.

„Not really." She said with a tight smile looking strangely at the man.

„Yeah, well you were 8 years old when you last saw him." Ric said dismissing it with his hand.

„Damon, you remember that little girl with pigtails and ribbons in her hair? Could you believe this young lady is that same little Bonnie Bennett - Saltzman?"

He shook her hand which he noticed was very soft and tiny, and he sinfully imagined that palm wrapped around something else... something firmer, harder... - but dropped it instantly when Ric's words sunk in.

Bennett – Saltzman.

She even had his last name.

"Ha!" he yelped, his eyes widened, trying to look anywhere else, except in her direction. He turned around quickly, looking down at the kitchen tiles.

Get it together, man.

„Okay..." he heard the girl say, "I'm gonna go get myself ready for dinner," Bonnie announced as she went out of the kitchen.

It was easier for Damon to breathe, once she left the room.

What the hell just happened?

He was sure he seemed like a crazy man to the girl, but maybe that was even better. It would probably reduce their contact to a minimum, which was necessary until he got himself under control. It was hard to explain what exactly came over him when Bonnie came in. He was simply struck by how beautiful she was.

He had experience with women, that was not the problem. But, he was after all, only human. When a pretty lady enters his periphery, he turns into a predator. He observes, estimates and when he thinks he has enough, he attacks. And here, he had to turn off that part of his brain, because, even though she was gorgeous, she was absolutely off limits.

None of the two other men noticed his slightly weird behavior, cause they were too busy with finishing up dinner. Okay, so, maybe he was a better actor than he thought.

Yeah, I'm gonna be just fine.

He told to himself, not really certain at those words.


Ric was beaming with pride while he talked about his kids. He was absolutely proud of everything Marcel and Bonnie did because it seemed they really were perfect kids.

Marcel had an impressive resume, but Damon learned quickly Bonnie was the real shiny star of the family. She was a senior in high school, straight A student, co-captain of the cheerleading squad and she even volunteered at the Senior Center in Richmond, Virginia. Not to mention, she was in the Organization Committee, helping the mayor's office with every single event this town had in preparation. And, there was always something going on in Mystic Falls.

„...so now, she has a scholarship waiting for her at the Whitmore Universtiy." Ric concluded.

„Well, it's still not for sure, yet, Ric." Bonnie said playing with her food on the plate.

„Oh, please. It's practically done. She 's just waiting for the papers to come, but Abby already asked out and she's definitely in."

There was no doubt in Ric's eyes. He was 100% sure of what he was saying and he was smiling like a Cheshire cat. But, as Damon diverted his eyes on the girl, he noticed something. There was something in her look. She didn't seem as happy as Ric was about this. She was smiling, but it just didn't reach her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't her dream come true, as her stepfather said.

„So, you got a boyfriend, Bonnie?" Damon asked.

She smiled shyly as she looked across the table at him, but before she could answer the man on Damon's right beat her to it.

„Of course, not. She has no free time for that. Plus, she's too young to be hanging around boys."

„I do hang out with boys, Ric." She said with an offended face.

„Yeah, but those are harmless. They don't see you that way."

Obviously, they're not looking very clearly.

And, right at the second, as his dirty mind made an appearance again, Bonnie raised her eyes to him. It was like she knew what he was thinking. Those pretty olive eyes were staring at him without blinking and he was enjoying it just a little too much. His eyes trailed over her face and he found himself slightly raising one side of his mouth, sending her a sympathetic smile.

„Okay. Who's on dish duty today?" Ric interrupted his thoughts, obliviously looking between Marcel and Bonnie.

„Not me."

„I'm not."

Both spoke at the same time, to which Ric snorted.

„I did the dishes yesterday." Marcel said.

„I did them last week every day." Bonnie contoured him, turning her eyes to the guy on her right.

„I wasn't even here last week."

„Okay. Enough you two. Marcel, you're on dish duty." Ric concluded.

The young man rolled his eyes, while the girl flashed a mocking victory smile to her brother.


The living room was a complete dedication to the accomplishments of Marcel and Bonnie. There were medals and trophies all over the wall, that were on full display for everybody to see when they came into the house.

It was obvious, how proud Ric and Abby were of their family. And, Damon would never say it was a bad thing, but that maybe they overdid it? Yes, he would say that. It was great they had something to be proud of, but it wasn't necessary to flaunt it around like they were God's gifts or something.

„1989. Ric saves it for special occasions. Guess this is one of them." Bonnie said, entering the living room, with a bottle of an expensive bourbon in her hand. Ric assigned her to purchase the special drink from the basement, in honor fo his best friend's visit. She placed it on the table behind the couch and walked over to a showcase to get the glasses out.

Damon stood on the other side of the room, waiting for Ric to join him, as he was busy helping Marcel clean up the kitchen. He silently observed her, with hands in his pockets. She was quite short, he noticed., which wasn't surprising, because Damon remembered Abby wasn't that much taller either. She had similar hair like her mother too. It was the same color, falling down in perfect curls. His eyes followed the line of her spine, and when she bent down to get the glasses, he cleared his throat awkwardly when his eyes accidentally fell directly on her perfectly round ass.

She was quite short, he noticed, which wasn't surprising, because Damon remembered Abby wasn't that much taller either. She had similar hair like her mother too. It was the same color, falling down in perfect curls. His eyes followed the line of her spine, and when she bent down to get the glasses, he cleared his throat awkwardly when his eyes accidentally fell directly on her perfectly round ass.

„So, I heard you turned out 18 couple of days ago." He said conversationally, trying to get his mind out of the gutter. „How's it feel to be stepping in the adult's world?"

„I don't really see any difference." She answered politely.

„Yeah, I know what you mean. I still feel like a minor sometimes. And more often I act like one, too."

She laughed shortly, closing the showcase, walking over to the table and placing two crystal glasses next to the bourbon. „It's dumb. I never really gave much attention to how old somebody is. A year is just a number. Doesn't mean anything."

„Sometimes it does." He said quietly, swinging his head, as he stepped closer to the table where she was standing at.

„Well, considering my stepdad is 15 years younger than my mom, and 14 years older than me, I think it's safer I don't think about age differences." She said smiling mischievously.

„Aaaa, but that's love." He joked. „You can't have numbers there."

She raised her eyes curiously to him and her smile spread when he smirked playfully at her. She bit her lip, as she diverted her look away, her hands grabbing the bottle and humming quietly. She seemed to be in a deep thought, observing the patterns on the couch in front of her.

Damon took that time to observe her closely. She had such a pretty face. Bright eyes, clear skin and the prettiest lips he had ever seen. They seemed like soft cushions that were just calling you to rest on them forever. A sweet lavender scent was wafting from her hair, mixed with a fruity perfume she was wearing.

She was an absolute beauty, and she seemed completely oblivious to it.

„You and Ric went to college together, right?" She asked him, all of the sudden, her eyes still set straight ahead of her.

„Yeah." He answered, still letting his eyes wander over her.

„So, you two are the same age?"

„Yup." he said happily, smiling lightly. But then... he paused for a moment. He noticed her voice getting a tone deeper and more silent, as she spoke those words. A frown appeared on his face, as he tilted his head to the side and looked at her seriously. „Why do you ask?"

Her green shiny eyes turned back to him, her hands letting go of the bottle and a hint of a smile dancing on her pouty lips. „No reason." She said it in a whisper, slowly letting the syllables fall of her tongue in a very delicious way.

„The dishes are done. Finally." Ric cut the moment short before Damon could question it further more. „Aaa, look at that beauty. Really calls on you to it." The man said, stepping between Bonnie and Damon, taking the bottle in his hands, and smiling widely at Damon, who just nodded, lost in words.

„Bonnie, Marcel is going to the Grill with some friends. If you want, you can go with him." Her stepfather told her, as she tightly smiled and turned to leave.

„Okay. Thanks."

„Yeah, Damon and I got some catching up to do." Ric started to open the bourbon with a wide smile on his face, ignoring everything around him. Damon turned around to look at the girl that was leaving the room, but she stopped at the doorway and smiled at him.

„Okay. Have fun." she wished them and left.


„So, did you tell anybody about my situation? You know, why I'm back and all?" Damon asked Ric, about an hour later, as they were sitting in the backyard, drinking and talking.

It was a quiet night, and for Damon, it was surprising, as he was used to the big city rush and traffic. He forgot how it was to live in a small town, where the day ends up as soon as the sun falls down.

„No, of course not. I mean, I just told Abby, and I told my kids you're staying here because you got some business in town. But, nobody else. Why?" Ric said, after taking a sip from his glass.

„Well, I guess I just wanted to get ready for the gossip to start."

„Oh, common, Damon. Nobody's gonna know." his best friend dismissed it.

„It was on the news, Ric."

„Yeah, in New York. Not here. Nobody saw it."

„Ah, please, one person sees it and the whole damn town finds out. It was always like that."

"And you care about that?"

He paused for a moment. Did he care, really? Most of the people in Mystic Falls never had anything good to say about him, so it shouldn't surprise him if they just continued with it again. Even if, nobody in town knew about what happened with his firm, he was sure, they would find something to badmouth his return home.

"No, of course not." he answered.

„So, are they gonna charge you?"

„Well, for now, I'm just a witness. I gotta testify for my boss, but before that, they need to make an assessment on me, see if I'm trustworthy and mentally healthy. They might also want to talk to people close to me about that. You know, for character judgment. They might call you." he mentioned it like it wasn't a big deal.

Naturally, Ric knew it was a silent plea to accept the questioning. If there was anybody who knew how to talk up about Damon, it was the man next to him.

„Okay. You know I'll say only the good stuff."

„Thanks, man." he clinked his glass against Ric's.

„What about your brother?"

„I'm not sure they're gonna reach him. He's traveling across the Europe with his blond London chick." he laughed, thinking about his younger brother and his Euro trip that started almost 4 years ago, where he was still in a process of 'finding himself'.

„Sounds fun." Ric snorted.

„Yeah."


It seemed surreal to Damon that he was back in Mystic Falls. Just five days ago he was lying in his king size bed in Manhattan, oblivious to the world around him, without a worry on his mind. And now he was trying to rest on a bumpy mattress in a small bed that belong to Alaric's stepson.

A lot has changed in the last 10 years since he decided to move permanently away from his hometown. His best friend has changed. Again. He was practically a housewife now. He worked as a history teacher in the high school, but that was just for a couple of hours a week, so the rest he spent at home, raising the kids.

Abby was working an important job and developing her career, which was impressive, but her husband was stuck at home. To Damon, that seemed demeaning for a guy. Yes, the man looked happy and satisfied, but all his accomplishments in life were the accomplishments of Marcel and Bonnie, who weren't even his real kids.

He raised them well, Damon wasn't downplaying that, but maybe he was just settling with it. Living your life through your kids wasn't always the best way.

He raised himself from the bed, feeling a little frustrated that sleep wasn't coming so easy to him. Probably the damn jet leg. Usually, at home, he slept in the nude, but here it didn't seem appropriate, so he decided to wear simple black pajama pants.

He was feeling thirsty, but most of all nervous, so he left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The whole family was asleep. He heard Abby come home around midnight, and Marcel and Bonnie got back a few minutes after her.

He read the clock that was blinking on the oven. It read 02:44 a.m. He poured himself a large glass of cold water and sipped it slowly as he crossed the downstairs floor. He stopped at the photographs that were hanging on the wall in the hallway.

There was a photo from the wedding day of Ric and Abby.

There were random photos of Abby's kids through the years, as well as some family portraits.

They were one of those family's that send Christmas cards with the photo of the entire family. Damon has received one every year. He just never paid any attention to them. He was more of a text and email kind of guy.

But, one particular photograph picked his interest. He stood a little closer to get a better look. It was Ric and Bonnie. They were on a beach in their swimsuits, with sunglasses on their eyes. He was giving her a piggyback ride and they had wide goofy smiles on.

It seemed that the photo was taken not that long ago, maybe last summer or something like that. The only difference between then and now was that Bonnie had longer hair, that reached all the way to her waist.

He always thought Alaric was crazy for diving so young in all that marriage and family life. He always thought his friend was gonna regret the decision and give up on it. But, here they were, 10 years later, Ric and Abby still going strong, and with children, they were absolutely proud of.

They really seemed as a picture perfect family, and Marcel and Bonnie were doing everything the way their parents wanted them to. It was obvious they loved Ric and respected the hell out of him, despite the fact he was not their biological father. And especially despite the age difference between him and Abby.

They were a spotless family.

That's exactly what bugged Damon. They were too perfect. Something about their absolute happiness was strange. There had to be stain somewhere in those four walls of the perfect suburban house.

He drank the whole water in his glass and left it in the kitchen. It was probably time for him to go and try to find some sleep. As he walked up the stairs and came into the upstairs hallway, running his hand through his hair, he dragged his feet quietly over the floor. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob of his room, he heard the sound of the door clicking behind him.

He turned around to see where did it come from, but everything was absolutely still and quiet. He heard no more movements from the rooms. He frowned, ascribing it to his tiredness and lack of sleep, and entered his room. He dropped on the bed, closed his eyes and drifted to sleep until morning.


AN: So, I'm presenting you my new story (I can't believe I actually gathered the courage to post this). It's an AU, all human story, but I guess you already caught on that.

This idea actually came to me, from a French movie I recently saw, 'Un moment d'égarement', so I decided to make it a Bamon story, with a twist. If you happen to know the movie, this will be very different from it, but you can already see that.

Anyway, thank you for reading and if you have the time, let me know what you think.

Peace out. XD