Three's a Crowd: A Bamonenzo Story
Kayer713
Chapter One
"W-what are you doing?"
Bonnie stepped backward as Enzo came closer, his dark and menacing eyes raking her hotly. He didn't say a word. His eyes spoke volumes. Nervously, Bonnie threw her hand up between them for a spell.
"You might want to back off," she warned.
"Or did you forget that I'm a Bennett? I can fry your ass with one word."
Not the least bit threatened, he took her hand into his. As Bonnie attempted to snatch away he rushed her, pinning her back against the wall. She stared up at him, her human heart beating a mile a minute. He could hear it, sense it, smell the hint of fear coming from her pores. Before she could react he threw both of her hands above her head, leaving her open and vulnerable.
"Enzo—"
But fear wasn't the only scent emanating from the powerful witch. There was another and that other was the very reason he knew that despite her threats she would not use her magic to fry him at all. Without a word, he leaned into her, holding his lips just above hers. Bonnie's breath hitched.
"Shh."
He could take her throat right now. Using vamp speed he could tear into her, drain her dry within seconds. The danger was there, he knew it, she knew it and he knew that she knew it. But she did nothing. Instead Bonnie stared up at him, anticipation coating her with a sheen that made her mocha skin glimmer. For a moment he remained just as he was, a mere breath away from her lips, daring her to try to stop his intention. She wouldn't even have to speak. With just a thought she could burst a vessel in his brain, give him an aneurysm and render him powerless. He knew it, she knew it and she knew that he knew it.
For the moment it appeared that they were at a standstill.
"Phesmatos incendia."
Behind him the flame ignited in the fireplace, a not-so-veiled threat. That flame could have easily ignited his body. If she'd wanted to do so, she would have. That fact alone ignited him in a different way. When he still didn't budge Bonnie's heartbeat kicked up. The delicate vein jumped in her throat, visible only to one of his species. Teasing him, calling to him, begging for him to drink of her. Briefly he eyed it, sure to linger long enough for Bonnie notice. It worked and her heart skipped a beat. Their eyes met.
That was when he seized her lips.
His kiss was hungry, dangerous and hard. He made no attempt to hide his raw desire nor did he apologize for it. If nothing Enzo was a man of his passions. What he wanted he took. And tonight he wanted Bonnie Bennett…
"Rise and Shine!"
It wasn't out of the norm for Damon Salvatore to barge into anyone's personal space—especially someone he considered a friend. He'd done it plenty of times to his brother Stefan with his girlfriends and even to Bonnie & her roommate Caroline (who was thankfully staying with her boyfriend for the night.) It was something to expect from him but today was the wrong day for such a surprise.
"Wakey-Wakey Witchy shaky!"
He burst through the door with a bag in hand. Donuts and coffee something he'd probably compelled instead of paid for. Rather than wait for Bonnie to answer, he shut the door behind him and made his way loudly toward the bed.
"Come on Bon Bon, I got coffee," He bribed.
She didn't even budge. Enzo had knocked her out for the long haul. Damon was just about to make another remark when Enzo yanked the covers from his face. At the sight Damon froze.
"Enzo?"
"Damon what the bloody hell are you doing here? Can't you see we're trying to sleep?"
He sat up, revealing his bare chest. Damon glanced over to find Bonnie at his side, still in the throes of slumber. Though the sheet mostly covered her, Enzo's movement left one breast exposed. For a moment, Damon stared.
"Hello? Earth to Salvatore!"
Damon blinked, completely caught off guard. He'd been friends with Enzo for almost 50 years and with Bonnie for only the past few that he'd known her but still the thought of them together was just…no.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped back at Enzo.
His friend made a gesture toward the bed.
"Trying to sleep until you showed up with your bullhorn and coffee."
Damon's eyes kept trailing back to Bonnie.
"I mean with Bonnie. What are you doing here with Bonnie? Did you compel her?"
His tone was sharper than expected, accusing even. Enzo looked at him for a second, annoyed.
"You're joking right? You know witches can't be compelled."
"What did you do to her?" Damon demanded, unaware of how his fists clenched the coffee cups in both hands.
"Why isn't she waking up?"
Enzo ran a hand through his sex-tousled hair.
"I think you know the answer to that question, mate."
He glanced over at Bonnie, noticed her exposure and covered her with the sheet. He then turned back to Damon.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
Damon didn't answer, his eyes still going from Enzo to Bonnie. Instead he set the crumpled coffee cups down on the empty dresser with the donuts.
"Enzo, what are you up to?"
His question was even, a warning. Again accusing.
"I told you I'm trying to sleep—"
"No I mean here," Damon cut in, "With Bonnie. She's been through enough. With Kai, my mother & the heretics."
Enzo looked at him.
"I know her history."
"No you don't. Because you only met her when she was already dead. I've known her for years, since she was in high school, since she first learned about her powers. I spent months with her in that prison world. I know what Kai did to her, what he put her through."
"And your point is?"
Damon glared.
"My point is she doesn't need a guy like you around causing more trouble for her. I know YOU too, remember?"
At that Enzo laughed.
"Yea Damon, and I know you. So tell me why I'm too bad to hang around Bonnie but you're not?"
"Not the same thing. I'm her best friend. You're—" he gestured toward the bed—"doing that. She doesn't need that right now."
Enzo raised an eyebrow.
"Oh sorry mate but after last night I beg to differ. She's needed that for a long time."
He could barely get his chuckle out before Damon had him by the shoulders and pinned to the wall. Fangs bared, veins black, he growled his distaste at his friend.
"You talk about her like that again I'll stake you right here," Damon growled.
Enzo blinked, caught off guard by his behavior. They too had been best friends over the years.
"What the hell is your problem?" he exclaimed, all humor gone.
Damon didn't release him.
"My problem is that I know you. And I know her. And I know you're not good enough for her," he growled.
Enzo watched him, incredulous at his remark.
"But you're perfect for Elena right? If that's not the pot calling the kettle black I don't know what is."
"Don't worry about Elena and me."
"Then don't worry about Bonnie and me."
When Damon didn't move, Enzo vamped out himself and shoved him across the room. Damon crashed into Caroline's dresser, utterly obliterating it before coming back to his feet. He prepared to charge his friend when Bonnie's voice stopped him.
"What's going on?"
Both vampires watched as she slowly sat up, sleep still in her green eyes. She held the blanket to her chest as she surveyed the room.
"Damon what are you doing here?"
He dusted himself off, ignoring Enzo's eyes on him.
"I brought you coffee and donuts."
Bonnie yawned. She was still too sleepy to notice the pile of wood on the floor. Caroline would certainly notice when she got back.
"Oh."
She was even too tired to fuss at him about how he'd gotten in. Damon frowned.
"Hey why don't you go back to bed," Enzo proposed, "Damon was just leaving."
He shot Damon a glare equally as sour. Damon was unimpressed.
"Actually I wanted to check in with Bonnie about something," he remarked, rudely plopping down at the edge of the bed.
Enzo didn't attempt to hide his disdain.
"Yea, like what?"
"Something important. Life or death."
Bonnie was rubbing her eyes.
"Well can it wait until I shower first?" she asked him.
Damon shrugged.
"I hope so," was his reply.
Bonnie nodded before collecting the sheet around her and climbing out of bed. Both vampires watched as she grabbed a couple of items from her dresser before heading into bathroom. Just before closing the door she paused then did a double take at the mess across the room.
"Do I even want to know what happened to Caroline's dresser?" she murmured.
Her vampire guests both exchanged glances but kept silent. Annoyed, Bonnie shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom. It wasn't until the running shower could be heard that Enzo and Damon continued their disagreement.
"What do you think you're doing?" Enzo hissed at him.
Damon feigned innocence.
"What do you mean?"
His friend wasn't fooled.
"Whatever you're doing isn't going to work. Bonnie and I already crossed that line and none of your childish hijinks will change that. Like it or not, we have something."
Something? Damon scoffed at the thought.
"You had one mistake. And that's all you're going to have because once Bonnie is sober and realizes what an incredibly bad idea this was she'll drop you faster than a Lockwood on wolfsbane."
He rose from the bed.
"And things can get back to normal around here."
It was Enzo's turn to scoff.
"Back to normal, right. With Bonnie alone and at your beck and call," he retorted.
"That's really what this is about isn't it? Not that I'm not good for her or that she's been through oh-so-much. No this is about you being jealous that you're not the only vampire in her life."
"That's ridiculous her roommate's a vampire!"
"A FEMALE vampire. And Stefan doesn't count because he's practically a woman but me? I'm every bit as bad, every bit as dangerous as you are and you don't like the competition."
He wiggled an eyebrow.
"I see right through you, Damon. And I see green."
He left Damon with that, strutting smugly into the bathroom. Damon heard Bonnie's startled gasp, her whisper of "Stop that, Damon's right outside." It was the last thing he heard. Anger, frustration and a confused feeling he wasn't sure he could name overtook him and he stormed from the dorm. In the parking lot a jock in an SUV crossed his path and the two nearly ran him over.
"Hey watch it—"
Damon cut him off with a savage bite to the throat and proceeded to drain him dry. Once finished he shoved him into the back of his own vehicle and sped off. Douchebag Blond would die tragically in a car accident today, Damon decided, his body burned beyond recognition. And that at least helped him feel a little better.
"You're glowing."
Thanks to Enzo, Bonnie had completely missed her morning classes. Though she'd managed to stave him off in the shower she'd been surprised to find that Damon had left once she was finished. That gave her plenty of time to make up for the rejection. Now it was afternoon and she was meeting Caroline for lunch.
"Glowing? What do you mean?" Bonnie questioned.
Caroline flipped her hair out of her face.
"Oh don't play that with me. I'm a vampire which means my senses are heightened. And I see that you're glowing. So spill it. What's got you so shiny and refreshed this afternoon?"
Bonnie thought about telling her, she wanted to share her experience with her friend but given Caroline and Enzo's past not to mention Caroline's tendency to judge she wasn't sure that she should just yet. She still didn't know what exactly she and Enzo were doing. Only that whatever it was it was hot!
"I um I started a new aerobics class," she lied.
Caroline gave her the side eye.
"You really don't expect me to believe that do you? First you missed class this morning—"
"How did you—"
"Ric told me. Anyway, you missed class this morning, you show up all glossy and now you're lying about it? Bonnie Bennett there is only one reason why you would be so sneaky. Tell me, did you find a guy?"
Bonnie's heart skipped at being caught. As her friend was a vampire, she caught it instantly.
"Oh my god you did! Bonnie!"
She couldn't tell Caroline about Enzo. That much she did know. Aside from his transgressions against the both of them he was also responsible for other acts of violence around town. He wasn't at all like Stefan, Caroline's perfect vampire boyfriend. Yes Stefan had a history—who at his age didn't—but he fought his evil impulses. Damon's younger brother was known as the "Good Salvatore." Enzo was known as the evil best friend of the "Bad Salvatore."
"He was just a guy," Bonnie played it off, "totally unexpected."
That much was true.
"You have to tell me everything. Where did you meet? What's his major? Is he cute? Oh my god how was it?" Caroline was in her state.
"On a scale of one to ten, one being Lamesville and ten being Life-altering addiction how was it?"
Bonnie unwrapped her flatbread sandwich and tried to be as close to the truth without giving it away.
"I first saw him on campus. He hasn't declared a major and yes he's…he's really cute."
Caroline leaned in, her blue eyes twinkling.
"And?" she encouraged.
Typical Caroline, she just had to know everything. But Bonnie loved her and didn't mind sharing what she could.
"On a scale of one to ten?" she repeated, "I'd say it was a fifteen."
Caroline clasped a hand over her mouth and squealed. She was genuinely happy to see her friend getting laid. Bonnie couldn't help but to blush at the revelation. Yes she was getting laid. And by a vampire at that. Times sure had changed for her.
"It was amazing," she continued, "I've never felt anything like it before."
With Jeremy it had been sweet, love and wonderful. But with Enzo it was passion, hot, dirty.
"So he must be older?" Caroline was still fishing.
"Like a senior or a grad student…or a T.A?"
Bonnie gave her a look.
"He's older," she gave in.
By a hundred plus years…
"Tall? Dark? Handsome?"
Bonnie nodded.
"He's all that too."
Caroline squealed again.
"Oh my god if you don't just tell me!"
Bonnie began nibbling on her BLT.
"If I did that it would take the fun out of it."
Caroline pouted, but there wasn't much else she could do.
"I wish I could compel you," she remarked.
Bonnie smiled at the comment.
"Glad you can't."
"Well can you at least give me something?" her friend pleaded, "a hint? What am I supposed to call him?"
Salty goodness? Tall, dark and deadly? Both accurate but highly inappropriate.
"Mystery man?" Bonnie suggested.
It was lame. The EXACT OPPOSITE of Enzo. The perfect guise. But Caroline was not impressed.
"Oh Bonnie you just don't know how to be scandalous do you?" she frowned.
"Even when we were growing up. I mean Elena dated a vampire, I dated a werewolf and you dated Jeremy."
Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
"That's a problem?"
"Uh yea. This mystery guy you have has to have a better codename. Like Hot Stuff. Yea that's it. You said he was hot. Perfect."
Bonnie nearly choked on her flatbread.
"Oh no I am NOT using that name for him."
Her face was beet red.
"You can forget that!"
Caroline shrugged in nonchalance.
"Okay, I will. If you tell me who he really is," she countered.
Bonnie could do no such thing. She just wasn't ready. The truth was Caroline had a point. The most scandalous thing Bonnie had ever done had to do with her witch powers. Never was a guy involved. Especially not romantically.
"Caroline…"
"Then it's settled," her perky friend concluded.
"Until you give me the identity of this hot new friend of yours, I shall christen him Hot Stuff."
It was a tactic to get what she wanted. Caroline always knew how to get what she wanted. The only person who'd ever been able to stand in her way had been Elena.
"I'm not going to break," Bonnie warned.
"Fine by me," Caroline teased back.
She began eating her salad but her eyes stayed on Bonnie. Whoever Hot Stuff was, he'd done a number on her friend. She was lighter, brighter, and happier for a change. She liked it on her. But the only thing she liked more than seeing her friends happy was knowing why her friends were happy. She couldn't help it, she liked secrets. And she was determined to get to the bottom of Bonnie's. She'd find out who Hot Stuff was. And she'd thank him for saving her friend.
After lunch Bonnie felt the need to call Damon. He'd been the only person to see her with Enzo and if she knew Caroline she'd stop at nothing to figure out who "Hot Stuff" was. Damon had the information. She had to keep him from blabbing. She was just dialing his number when a hand slid around her waist, right there in the middle of the campus courtyard. Though her first instinct was to tense up, His touch soothed her at the same time.
"Enjoying your afternoon, Love?"
Enzo's English brogue was growing sexier by the syllable.
"What's left of it," she joked before turning around to face him.
He met her with a kiss to her lips.
"How about we use that too," he proposed, "Let's go out. Somewhere away from here. From Mystic Falls even."
Away from Damon he wanted to say. Bonnie was already shaking her head.
"But I have classes. I already missed half the semester being trapped in a prison world. And then my morning classes today."
He tilted his head slightly, meeting her eyes.
"Then the damage is already done. Come on, you need to get away. I know a town just on the Virginia border."
He pulled her into him and held her.
"One class isn't going to make or break your grade, Love. And even if it did, there's a simple solution to that."
When Bonnie eyed him questioningly, he stepped away from her toward a skinny guy on a skateboard.
"Hey you."
The guy glanced over in time for Enzo to look him dead in the eye.
"You see that beautiful lady over there?" he gestured toward Bonnie.
"Tell her she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Then give her those skates."
Bonnie opened her mouth to object but the poor sap spoke first.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," he told her obediently.
When he kneeled down to take off his skates she shot Enzo a reprimanding look.
"Take off the compulsion."
Her tone meant business.
"Now."
Normally he would jest a bit more but seeing as it would not help his cause, Enzo relented. Taking the student's shoulder he caught his attention, "Never mind. Keep your skates, forget this conversation and go read a book or something."
The guy nodded and off he went. Enzo straightened up to find Bonnie with her arms crossed under her chest.
"You can't just compel people. It's not right," she scolded.
"And especially not my professors."
To that he smirked. Damon was right. Bonnie could be a bit judgey.
"Just trying to help," was his reply.
He didn't know why but the way she cut her eyes at him then turned him on to the max. If he could repeat the events of last night right there in the courtyard he would.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bonnie asked dubiously.
Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed her. It felt just right.
"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, Love. We're leaving Whitmore. Today. Right now."
But Bonnie wasn't one to be dictated to.
"Are we now? Because I could have sworn that I just said that I'm going to class."
"Saying and doing are two different things, Love. A smart college girl like you knows that," he teased.
Again her eyes narrowed.
"And the pronoun 'I' in no language translates to 'we' as in when you say 'we' are leaving Whitmore what you should have said is 'I'm leaving Whitmore'—" before she could finish Enzo scooped her up into his arms.
"Good. I knew you'd see things my way."
As Bonnie yet protested he kicked up to vamp speed and rushed from the campus. He didn't stop until he'd cleared the property.
"Hey!"
Bonnie's heart rate was up, he could hear it as he set her down to her feet. The moment she touched the ground she threw her hand up and flung him across the road.
"I told you I have class," she snapped.
Her magic still crackled at her finger tips.
"You can't just come to campus and expect me to drop everything because you say so! I have goals. I have responsibilities I have—"
He vamp sped up on her, again stealing her lips for a long hard kiss. When he brought his lips away she was speechless.
"You have me."
In that moment, with that one statement all resistance faded from her. He could feel it like a cloak falling to the ground. It was something she wasn't used to hearing. Despite her group of friends—Damon, Caroline, Stefan she was never the one they came to aid. No, instead she was the one giving the aid 100% of the time. He knew because he saw it. They only called when they needed her. Even Damon was guilty of such.
Damon. His reaction to Enzo and Bonnie that morning had been…odd. Like he was jealous of their connection. Or just jealous. Either way it rubbed Enzo the wrong way. His instinct was to mark his territory and get her as far away from Damon as possible. So far things were working out in his favor.
"Just enjoy one day with me," he finally proposed.
"Just the two of us. I don't want anything from you but to enjoy yourself."
His body was dangerously close to hers again. Enzo could feel the desire he instilled in her.
"Enjoy myself?" Bonnie repeated.
He nodded.
"That's all I ask."
She bit her lip thoughtfully and Enzo felt a twitch in his groin. She had no idea how utterly sexy she was.
"Okay. You have today," she relented, "I'll just make up an excuse for my professors."
He didn't even attempt to hide his satisfaction at her decision.
"That's my girl."
He rewarded her with another kiss. As before Bonnie gave in, reciprocating with equal desire. He wasn't sure why but he felt a great possessiveness over this witch all of a sudden. Like she had to be his and only his. If Damon wanted a Bennett he'd have to go find another. Bonnie belonged him.
"What is your problem?!"
Stefan was beyond his breaking point at being annoyed by his big brother today. Ever since returning from Whitmore's campus Damon had been unbearable. He was drinking, he was harassing Stefan and Valerie with snide comments even more Damonish than normal. It was like he was miserable and he wanted the rest of the world to be as well.
"My problem?" Damon repeated, "You mean other than the fact that I'm watching you fawn over the cougar that popped your pre-vampire cherry instead of doing what we SHOULD be doing which is killing some heretics?"
He took a swig of his vodka before giving Valerie a look.
"Although I suppose we could still take out one heretic…"
She ignored his obvious attempt to pick a fight.
"Stefan, would you like to go elsewhere to finish our conversation? At least until your brother stops PMSing?"
Stefan ran his fingers through his hair.
"I would if I thought it would help, but something tells me my brother would just follow us there like he's been doing all day."
His eyes never left Damon as he spoke. Damon didn't pretend to care.
"All I'm saying is that we need to be killing something. Hey maybe Nora or Mary-Louise. They're annoying. Though not as annoying as you two right now."
Valerie watched Stefan cross the room.
"You know, I wish I knew what you're mad about so I could make you deal with it," he groaned.
Then to Valerie.
"This is what he does you know. He gets upset about something and he has to lash out. Kill somebody, take it out on whoever is happy around him."
Damon scoffed.
"Yea you two are so happy right now. Canoodling while your pregnant girlfriend plays teacher's pet in her baby-daddy's classroom just one town over. Shame on you Stefan."
Stefan rolled his eyes and glanced out the window.
"Isn't there somebody else you can bug right now? Alaric takes breaks between classes right? And you've been hanging around Bonnie a lot lately."
Damon's eyes went dark at the statement.
"Don't talk to me about Bonnie."
Valerie and Stefan caught each other's eye.
"So this is about Bonnie," Stefan figured.
"What did she do? Refuse to do a spell for you?"
Damon narrowed his eyes.
"No she didn't—what's it you anyway?"
Stefan shrugged self-assuredly.
"Hey just trying to help a brother out."
Damon glared.
"Well if you must know, Bonnie is partaking in questionable practices—practices which I do not condone."
Valerie chimed in.
"And what kind of practices would those be?" she was curious to know.
"Stefan mentioned she'd dabbled in Expression before."
Damon shook his head.
"No it's nothing like that but just as stupid. See I went over to her dorm this morning as you're both aware and when I got there I found none other than Enzo of all people there just prancing around naked like he owns the place."
Stefan blinked, legitimately taken back.
"Wait, what?"
Damon nodded.
"Yea, my reaction too. What? I swear it was like 'The Twilight Zone.' I mean this is the same girl that dated Jeremy Gilbert for the past five years. Emo dork kid turned supernatural vampire hunter. How the hell does she end up with not just a vampire but an Enzo vampire?!"
His outrage was palpable. Valerie tilted her head thoughtfully.
"This really bothers you doesn't it?"
Damon sent her a look as if she'd quoted the sky was blue.
"A little sharp on the uptake are you," he quipped in response.
He found another bottle of liquor and started on that. Stefan was shaking his head.
"I wasn't expecting that, not from Bonnie but given all of our histories I don't think either of us are in a place to judge," he began.
Damon cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"Who said I'm judging Bonnie? She's being stupid, naïve and gullible but hey that's what women do—"
"Yea totally not judging her," Stefan commented sarcastically.
"—but where the hell does Enzo get off hopping into bed with the one witch in this town that is actually not the most annoying person ever? I mean there are plenty of girls on Whitmore's campus. If he wanted a co-ed he could have his pick. And if he wants a witch? Hell we found Liv before we can find more. But Bonnie? No she's off limits. Especially to Enzo."
Valerie stood and found a place next to Stefan.
"I mean I know this guy. We ran together for how long? He's not one to settle down, he uses witches like Stefan uses blood bags. What can she possibly expect to get out of a relationship with him?"
"If she even wants a relationship," she pointed out, "it is college after all. Perhaps Enzo is just a fling? Like the many you've had over the years I'm sure."
That prospect bothered him just as much.
"Bonnie doesn't do flings. She's not Caroline."
Stefan bristled at the unflattering mention of his girlfriend.
"She has relationships like Jeremy. Long, boring, mushy, filled with kisses and hugs and sacrificing her own life to save him. You think Enzo deserves that? You think he'd be grateful for it?"
He finished the entire bottle in a few more gulps.
"But isn't Enzo you're best friend?" Valerie pointed out.
"He was," Stefan answered for him, "but since Damon was supposed to be becoming a better person he distanced himself."
Damon looked at him.
"I am a better person."
"You're a drunken person right now."
Rather than respond, Damon continued on his tirade.
"She shouldn't be with him. He's not good for her."
Damon's eyes stared off into nowhere and somewhere at the same time. Stefan opened his mouth to comment on the irony of Damon Salvatore making such a statement but then thought better of it. Right now wasn't the best time to antagonize him. His big brother was actually upset. And over Bonnie Bennett no less. Damon wasn't exaggerating about the Twilight Zone.
"Well it's obvious that Caroline doesn't know about this otherwise she would have talked my ear off as much as you are," Stefan noted.
"Which means this is a new development."
Damon nodded in agreement.
"Oh it's new. As in last night new. I could smell the newness of it."
"And I have to admit I do agree with you about it being a bad idea," Stefan continued.
Damon threw his arms outward in a gesture of obviousness.
"Thank you!"
"BUT it's none of our business, Damon. Quite frankly I don't see why you're getting so worked up over who Bonnie Bennett invites into her bed. It's not like you've ever—" at that moment the sudden brightness of realization lit Stefan's features.
He turned to Valerie who read him instantly.
"Oh my god."
Damon looked at him questioningly.
"What?"
Valerie's lips curled into an amused grin.
"I see it Stefan. All over him."
Damon scowled her way.
"See what? What are you two getting at?"
Stefan began shaking his head. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Damon, you're jealous," he realized.
"I'm not jealous, that's almost as ridiculous as that stupid look on your face right now."
"I can't believe I didn't see it before," his brother ignored his words, "you've been agitated all day, spreading your misery. Worked up and drinking like a fish. This is classic jealous Damon. The only thing missing is you staking Enzo like you did me over Elena."
It all made so much sense now. To Stefan, to Valerie. Only Damon disagreed.
"Why would I be jealous of Bonnie and Enzo? That's—that's just the STUPIDEST thing I've ever heard! Clearly you're letting your convoluted love life cloud your already questionable judgement Stefan. And that little heretic that deflowered you is even dumber than you are!"
His reaction further convinced them.
"Thou doth protest too much, Brother," Stefan pointed out.
Damon chucked his empty bottle at him in response. Stefan ducked it with ease. Further annoyed, by the miss, Damon stalked off to his own quarters.
"You're crazy, the both of you are crazy!" he yelled back at them.
Stefan and Valerie only shook their heads at his antics.
"Damon has feelings for Bonnie," Stefan declared, "this is soo not going to end well."