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NOTE:
"And There Will be Lies" is a direct sequel to "And There Will Be Blood". While reading "And There Will Be Blood" is not required to enjoy the story, I'd recommend it to understand the development that happened between Bonnie and Damon.
Like all my writing, while it is based on TVD's tv show, it has my own original twists and character development that do not follow all the plot lines of the show. I did it this way to make the story flow better. Thanks for reading!
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned."
"Go ahead my son…"
"It is my first confession, Father. I don't really know how his whole thing is supposed to go."
"Are you Catholic my child?"
"No, but the idea that one can do whatever they want and then be absolved of it is something I find fascinating."
"That is not how it works exactly. Those who come here to confess are seeking penance in order to become absolved. Are you wanting penance?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Then continue with your confession."
"Well, I upset my girlfriend and she broke up with me."
"Go on…"
"You see father, my girlfriend—well ex-girlfriend now—is a witch. You know, a practitioner of the dark arts that you seem so greatly opposed to. Anyway, she gets squeamish around me because I have the tendency to attract trouble wherever I go, the deadly kind. So what if I snack on a mime at the boardwalk while we're on a date? Or if I munch on that irritating bastard who was too loud when we were trying to watch a movie at the theatre? The world is better for people like that being gone."
"Snack on them?"
"You know, gnaw, chomp, kill…call it whatever tickles your fancy."
"These are very grave sins…"
"We haven't even reached the worst part! I'd like to pay a special apology to you father, because my girlfriend leaving me made me depressed and I wandered in here to pull my life together. I thought maybe if I could get some goodness inside me she'd take me back. What better way to gain goodness than to eat a priest?"
"Don't you come near me!"
"What? No hail Mary's for me, Father?
AND THERE WILL BE LIES
Chapter 1: Phone Call
"He's such a liar, Elena. I just couldn't keep dealing with every date of ours turning into a catastrophe!" Bonnie was complaining to Elena over her mobile phone.
Bonnie had started a new life in New York, one that no longer involved the dealings with Mystic Falls. She was finally on her second year of college; something she never expected to experience after the events that took place in Alaska. It seemed as if the worst was all behind her. However, she soon discovered that when it comes to the supernatural—and being a witch—you can never really escape calamity.
She never expected to fall in love with Damon, but she had. It was thrilling, exciting and terrifying. At first, it was amazing. He was the air she breathed, and she was his constant—his muse even. He saw her in ways no one else could or ever would.
But there was one thing that was a losing battle…
Damon's nature was still just as unruly as ever. Bonnie could accept that Damon was a vampire; Bonnie could accept that Damon was simply untamable. There was only one thing Bonnie had difficulty with. Damon was a compulsive liar—a beautiful liar, but still, a liar.
Bonnie paced her moonlit dorm room while wearing a pink tank top and green underwear with a mobile fixed tightly in hand. She was lucky enough to not have a roommate; she had made sure of that. Last thing she needed was to have another dimwitted girl Damon could manipulate and compel…
"If there was such thing as couples counseling for supernatural beings, I'd have opted to try that first," Bonnie noted as she bent in front of her small mini-fridge in the corner of the room. "Unfortunately, even Dr. Phil isn't equipped enough to handle a case as serious as mine."
"It's not easy dating a vampire, Bonnie. I think sometimes we expect them to act more human because they appear to be so—well—human. They have urges and thoughts and feelings we simply can't feel or understand," Elena's voice softly tried to reason with Bonnie.
Bonnie rolled her eyes while retrieving a cold raspberry soda can, "I'm not going back to him. I'm done with it; he and I are through. Do you realize we've forgiven Damon for things that would have been impossible for any sane person to forgive?"
"I'm not trying to make excuses for me or pardon him from anything he's done. Damon isn't exactly on my nice list either; I am speaking from my experiences with Stefan," Elena explained.
Bonnie sighed heavily, "Wake up and smell the coffee, Elena. You are in a dysfunctional relationship too."
Quickly Bonnie winced upon realizing that she had voiced something best left to remain unsaid. It was too late to take it back; Elena's voice had gone silent.
Bonnie had to try and fix it, "Elena, god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's just—I'm feeling emotional over the break-up and lately I've had the worst insomnia."
"Bonnie, I'm hanging up now. We can talk later," Elena's voice was curt and emotionless.
Bonnie winced. She knew Elena well enough to know when she was angry.
"Okay, goodnight, Elena."
"Goodnight, Bonnie…"
Elena hung up.
Bonnie slowly drew the phone away from her ear, turning her gaze to stare at the glowing empty screen. There was definitely something Bonnie could relate to Damon on; they both had the unfortunate ability to say things that pissed people off.
Great, now she didn't have a boyfriend or a best friend.
Bonnie tossed the mobile phone against the floor with disgust before throwing herself onto her bed. Damned insomnia. How hard could it really be to sleep? Sleeping is supposed to be the easiest thing in the world! She found herself gazing idly at the ceiling. She'd become far too acquainted with the ceiling. Ever since Bonnie had managed to get her powers back she'd developed difficulty sleeping at night.
The silence was deafening. Nighttime was a nightmare for an insomniac. Bonnie's mind traced through the various activities she usually resorted to in order to sleep. Showers helped her relax. Sometimes busying herself with studying for an exam definitely helped. Of course—sleeping with Damon had always worked…
Bonnie grabbed at her head hard.
She was thinking of him again! She needed to develop some form of self-control.
BEEP. BEEP.
Bonnie slowly began to turn in her bed, adjusting her position until she lay on her stomach. Was it just wishful thinking or had she just heard her phone? It was still alone, in the corner of the room, quietly alerting Bonnie that there was a text message waiting for her.
Did she want to check it?
What if it was Damon?
Bonnie carefully placed her feet onto the cool surface of her floor and slowly started nearing the phone. There was the fear of it being Damon, but then—there was also the fear of it not being Damon. The privilege of guessing was sometimes better than the truth revealed.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Bonnie practically jumped with fright at the sound. Someone was tapping at her door. Who could it be? It was after hours. Bonnie gave her phone a thoughtful glance; curiosity would have to wait—at least for now.
She approached her door cautiously. She'd learned to keep a baseball bat near her door. The bat actually had once belonged to her ex-boyfriend Matt Donovan. He'd given it to her when they both moved to New York and started dating. He warned her New York was a dangerous place and to keep it handy late at night.
Bonnie gripped the bat firmly in one hand, keeping it well hidden as she cracked open her door.
She could see a small, Asian female classmate standing just outside her door. She was shivering and clothed only in a long t-shirt. Bonnie had seen her around school, but didn't know much more about her than that. She was used to seeing the girl mostly stick around the other Korean students on campus.
Bonnie lowered the bat.
"Um, can I help you?" Bonnie asked without opening the door any wider than it already was. She still wasn't taking any chances.
"Bonnie?" The girl asked with trembling lips.
"Yes," Bonnie strained a smile, "You do realize it's like—one o'clock at night, right?"
The girl continued to shiver uncontrollably, she didn't even acknowledge Bonnie's words, "My name is Eun-Young and I have a message for you."
Bonnie didn't think it was that cold; something was definitely wrong, "Are you okay? Do I need to call someone for you?"
Eun-Young shook her head on impulse, "The message is: This runs deeper than what happened in Alaska."
Bonnie's eyes immediately widened. She quickly threw the door open to glare at Eun-Young, snapping her sights down either direction of the empty hallway.
"Did Damon put you up to this?" Bonnie asked furiously.
Eun-Young lifted her hands to cover her ears, "No!"
Bonnie didn't believe it for a moment. She went as far as to lift her finger and point it towards the quivering girl, "You can tell Damon that I've had enough of his games and to leave me the hell alone!"
Bonnie slammed the door shut and locked it.
She couldn't believe the nerve of Damon, to use tactics like this. He was also involving innocent girls in the matter. At first she simply paced around her bed with frustration, but finally the anger was too much for her to contain.
Bonnie yanked up her phone from the floor, prepared to call Damon and give him a piece of her mind.
1 Message.
She'd forgotten about the message. Somehow it seemed like a trivial thing now. She pressed the button to open the message. The number was an unknown. She debated even checking a message from a caller she didn't recognize. Slowly an image began to load on her screen, at first it was too dark at the top to make out the full image.
The image loaded. It was a picture of a small house burning surrounded by snow. Four figures were watching the fire. The four figures were Stefan, Elena, Damon and herself.
The phone fell from Bonnie's fingers.
Bonnie's memories flooded back like a tidal wave. It was the house where she and Damon had killed the Nightmare Man. Damon couldn't have taken the picture; she was there herself. Someone had seen them. Someone knew about it.
Without pause, Bonnie rushed towards her door, hastily unlocking the latch and bolting into the hallway.
It was dark and surprisingly empty. No stragglers were roaming around, and most importantly, Eun-Young was gone.
What was going on?
"Two tickets for the red-eye to Italy! We could be in Naples sipping on Chianti wine while feasting on Italian delectables—preferably brunettes," Damon stormed into Stefan's room with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two airline tickets in the other.
Damon could admit that this wasn't exactly his most shining moment, but he was coping with loss. Katherine had never loved him; Elena never loved him, the only woman who actually loved him for who he was turned out to be an impertinent little witch named Bonnie Bennett. At first the little firecracker had irritated him, but she quickly became someone he couldn't stop thinking about.
"I'm not going and neither are you," Stefan answered with a long sigh. He was sitting at an antique desk writing in his damned diary again.
Well, what did Damon expect? Stefan had always been a buzz kill—the brooding, little-sullen-do-gooder.
Damon threw himself onto Stefan's bed, deciding to ruin his little brother's life just a little longer, "Is that anyway to treat your only flesh and blood? My dear, dear brother—I am in the stages of grieving and yet you give that little book of yours more attention than you give me." Damon was feigning being upset. He really didn't expect much in the way of support from Stefan. They had an uneasy truce, and that was it at best.
"I still haven't forgiven you," Stefan reminded Damon.
Oh, right...
Damon had kidnapped Elena and almost gotten her killed. Yes, there was that minor detail. Stefan simply didn't understand the way Damon's mind worked. He may have taken Elena, but he made sure she had been well taken care of. Sure, he'd almost gotten Stefan and Bonnie killed as well, but he tried to save them, hell, he even starting dating Bonnie. Didn't these things count for something?
"The advantage of never aging is supposed to be maintaining our youthful ambiance. You're being a bitter old man," Damon lifted the whiskey to take a swig of it. Damn, it was strong. "You need to learn to let go of the past and move on with the future. We're all fine and dandy now."
Stefan was quiet.
Damon insistently lifted the tickets again, "Come on, it'll be fun. You love Italy. After Katherine and before Elena, I remember you meeting the most charming prostitute there. She wasn't an exact replica of Katherine like Elena had been, but wasn't she pretty damn close? We could go pay her a visit again—and again."
Stefan finally turned in his chair to face Damon's direction, "You're drunk and incoherent. You should go cancel the tickets."
Damon scoffed, turning his features away from visibility, "Fine, I'll go alone then. You can continue to stay here and make moon eyes at Elena"—he wagged his finger—"whom I believe is very close to leaving you."
"If she did leave me, it'd be because of you," Stefan stated perfectly without any hesitation. "You're not going to Italy. You're going to stay where I can see you. You are my burden."
So that was it. Stefan wasn't sticking around Damon out of any brotherly notion. He stuck around to keep tabs on Damon. Damon had to smile at the hilarity of all of it. When Stefan had saved him, Damon thought that was their unspoken way of closing the hatch, but apparently Stefan still harbored resentment.
"Great, so you're, what, my baby-sitter now?" Damon smiled roughly.
"Yes," Stefan's face didn't show much in the way of emotion, "When you act infantile by attacking priests in the middle of the day—I become your babysitter."
Damon waved away the notion dismissively, "Oh, please! He lived—sort of—and he doesn't even remember a thing. That hardly counts."
"I'm sure it would have counted to Bonnie. Is it so hard for you to believe that your actions drive people away? If you don't learn to control yourself, I'll be forced to…" Stefan's voice trailed, he had gotten worked up, but didn't complete his sentence.
Damon's smile was gone, he pushed himself up to stare squarely at his brother, "Force you to what?"
Stefan shook his head, turning back to his beloved diary, "Nothing."
Damon didn't need Stefan to finish the sentence; he wasn't daft enough to be unable to figure out the rest. Stefan was going to say he'd be forced to kill Damon—or at least seal Damon away for a very long, long time.
"You need to take your phone with you when you leave my room; you left it here and it's been vibrating all night," Stefan was subtlety telling Damon to get out of his room.
Damon tucked his whiskey bottle under his arm. He had no qualms with leaving Stefan's room, hell; a rock was more entertaining and exciting than Stefan was.
Damon approached the desk Stefan remained quietly writing at, collecting his phone from off it. He didn't care enough to pry, but he could make out a few words Stefan had written down. One line had read, "I wish I knew what to do about Damon".
Jesus, Damon was being treated like he had some serious mental illness he needed to be committed for.
Damon checked the screen of his mobile phone.
2 Messages.
It couldn't be from Bonnie. He knew that Bonnie was the type to call you directly and scream at you, she'd never be so ambiguous as to leave a short text message.
It was an unknown number. Well, Damon was never one to fear the unknown.
He pressed to open the text.
The first message read: "I know what you tried to do in Alaska."
The second message read: "I am watching her."
At the bottom of the second message there was a picture of Bonnie in a tank top and green underwear, pacing her dorm room with a phone in hand. The photo looked like it was taken from outside of Bonnie's bedroom window.
Bonnie was in danger.
Nothing else mattered anymore.
Damon dropped the whiskey, stuffing the phone deep into the pocket of his jacket. So much for Italy, he'd have to exchange it for a ticket to New York, immediately...