Summary: After three years away from Mystic Falls, Bonnie Bennett finally believes that she has found herself and is starting to live a truly happy life. But, what happens when she is roped back into the deficient town and has to face the only man she ever loved.
This is a new story that just sprung up on me. Tell me what you think and if you have any writing style suggestions.
I do not own TVD or any of its characters.
He had her soul, her mind, her body. He had her in every way possible, but only gave her small scraps of himself. Maybe it was because he believes no one will love him the way he wants to be loved. Maybe it's because he has someone else to go home to, the girl that finally chose him over his brother. Maybe it's because the girl that waits for him at home is the bestfriend of the girl he sneaks off to see every night.
Nevertheless, all Damon Salvatore knows is that when he is buried deep inside Bonnie Bennett all of the bad things in his life become a distant memory.
He doesn't think about his estranged relationship with his brother when his head is between her thighs. He doesn't think about all of the times Katherine made him question his self-worth when Bonnie's fingernails scratched his back so hard blood drew. He sure didn't think about his love for Elena when his face was in between Bonnie's breast as she held him after they came together.
Bonnie made all of these things go away.
And though he loved their physical relationship, he loved what they did after they finished enjoying each other's bodies. When they would intertwine with one another and talk about anything and everything.
Their pasts, presents, futures. Their likes and dislikes.
It was so comforting for Damon to know that he was someone's first choice, someone's only choice. He spent most of his life being second best to his little brother, but with Bonnie, there was no competition. She only wanted him and he knew that by the way she called out his name during their intimate encounters. And how when he talked, she listened.
Because that's who Bonnie was, she was caring and reliable. The only constant in his life.
So, on this night, just like every other night for the past month and a half, Bonnie held Damon close to her chest and played with his hair as his fingers traced patterns on the side of arm.
The only sound was their soft breathing and the ceiling fan.
Bonnie pictured this moment over and over again in her head. She went over how she would tell Damon countless times and tonight was the night because come tomorrow show wouldn't be seeing him again.
I'm leaving." she whispered.
Damon stopped the methodic movement of his hand up and down Bonnie's arm. He stopped breathing all together. In just two little words, his entire world came crashing down around him. He was mute.
Bonnie continued, "I'm leaving town and i don't think I'm coming back. There's nothing left for me here. Grams and my dad are dead. Caroline is living her new life in New Orleans. Stefan ran away to go find himself, God knows where. Even Matt settled down with Sarah." She somberly chuckled and shook her head in disbelief.
Damon sat up on his right elbow and looked down at Bonnie. He gained his voice back, "I'm here, Elena's here, you can't leave us...you can't leave me."
Bonnie bit her lip and sat up. Her eyes never leaving Damon's. "I can't keep doing this Damon. The sneaking around, the guilt, it's eating me alive. I can't be someone's second choice, I don't deserve that. If you care about me at all, you'll let me go." Her eyes started to water, as she watched the heart of the one man she ever truly loved, break.
As Damon stared into Bonnie's tear-filled eyes he realized his mistake. He let the one woman who he ever undoubtedly and purely love feel like a toy.
Before they started their relationship, hell their friendship, Damon treated Bonnie like gum on the bottom of his shoe. After they became friends that slowly started to change. He began to respect her and that respect unknowingly turned to love when they were trapped in the prison world.
After Bonnie sacrificed herself for him in 1994, Damon did all he could to bring her back. Even though everyone around him told him to give up, told him that Bonnie wasn't gonna make it out he still tried everything he could.
And the day that he walked into his kitchen and saw Bonnie flipping pancakes, that's when he knew he loved her. When her legs wrapped around his waist and she held him as close as possible all he could think was that his girl was home.
After she returned the rest was history. They began their secret affair. They shielded their true feelings from the world all for the sake of Elena's feelings, and Damon thought that what they were doing was best for everyone.
He truly began to believe that he could have his cake and eat it too, but now he knew that wasn't the case. Now he knew how selfish he really was.
He never wanted to make Bonnie feel that way she does, he never meant to make her feel as though she was toy that was only played with and cared for half the time. He never wanted Bonnie to feel like an object at all.
He knew what it felt like to be an object. Hell, he was Elena's puppet. She pulled the strings of his life, she was the main reason he looked past all of the wrong that was his and Bonnie's current relationship.
As he assessed the past month and a half in his head he realized the pain that he caused Bonnie. He only gave her moments. Moments of happiness, moments of love, and after time was up he rushed back to bed with Elena.
He left Bonnie on the sidelines to wait for him, but after all that she had been thru, he knows that's not what she deserves.
She needed a constant. She needed a rock. She needed Damon. All of him not the small part that she was given.
And Damon wanted to give her all of that, but he also felt like he needed to be loyal to Elena. He just didn't know that that would be his downfall.
Damon grabbed Bonnie's hands.
"I'm selfish Bonnie, I know I am. I shouldn't treat you the way that I do. This is my fault. We can stop seeing each other, just be friends again, I promise. Just please, don't leave me." he begged.
There was a pang of ache that flashed through Bonnie's body, but she shook it off. She knew what she had to do. Elena and Damon were her kryptonite and she knew that the only way she could become a stronger person was to leave Mystic Falls.
She looked down, unable to look him in the face, "I'm sorry Damon, I have to go to save myself."
"Bonnie, no."
Bonnie let go of Damon's hands and began to get up to gather her clothes.
She quietly dressed as tears fell down her face. Damon watched her every move, unable to get out of the bed.
As she placed her hand on the door handle, she silently hoped that Damon would stop her, she hoped that he would make her stay, tell her that he would leave Elena for her.
He didn't. He just watched as she sighed deeply and walked out of the room.
When she closed the door behind her, he waited until he heard her enter her car and drive off, then he broke down.
The unshed tears, made their unfortunate appearance. He was anger at Bonnie. He was angry at Elena. But most of all, he was angry at himself because he knew that it was his mistakes, his selfishness, that let Bonnie get away.
3 years later
Berkeley, California
Bonnie Bennett loved California. Ever since she moved there three years ago to attend Berkeley University there has never been a dull moment. She got the college experience she so longed for. She made an immense amount of friends, went to parties, met cute boys. It was an invigorating experience.
She was also pleasantly surprised at how large the underground supernatural world was in California. She was able to connect with older, experienced witches who taught her more about her magic.
When she first arrived, she learned she had become somewhat of a legend in the supernatural community.
The last Bennett witch. The only witch who cheated death three times. The anchor who destroyed the other side. The witch who almost killed the Original Hybrid. The witch who killed the infamous Malachai Parker.
She was an icon for young witches.
Bonnie learned that she was loved and hated throughout the witch community, mainly because of the immense amount of power that she possessed.
Some witches didn't think Bonnie deserved her power because she went against the spirits so often. But, others admired her bravery and defiance.
Finding out about this was just another reason why she was happy that she left Mystic Falls those few years ago.
Though she was enjoying her life in California, Bonnie couldn't help but have a small tug at her heart whenever she thought about Damon.
She used to think about him everyday and everytime she heard or saw something that reminded her of him, she would burst in tears.
One little sight, smell, or taste could remind her of Damon, and force her to go into a depressive state for the rest of the day.
Now, he was just a memory in the back of her mind that made an appearance every once in awhile.
And Bonnie had lost any and all contact with him after she left. He never called or texted or wrote.
Bonnie thought that maybe it was out of respect for her, or maybe he was just too ashamed. Either way, she was grateful because it made letting go even easier.
She also lost contact Elena, mainly because she was too ashamed of sleeping with Damon. But, they also started drifting apart long before Bonnie and Damon began their secret relationship.
Bonnie and Elena rarely so eachother, and when they did it was just because Elena was in trouble and needed Bonnie's witchy powers.
It was as if Bonnie had become a servant to Elena, and there was only so many times Bonnie could put her life on the line for a person who valued her boy toys more than her childhood friends.
Bonnie still kept in touch with Caroline, who was still in New Orleans, with Klaus Mikaelson of all people. And Matt, who married Sarah right after Bonnie left Mystic Falls. He even had a two year old daughter. Matt always sent Bonnie pictures of his cute little family. But, Stefan was still nowhere to be found, Bonnie secretly hoped that him and Damon had fixed their issues.
"Hannah, hurry up! We have to meet Jamal at Benihana in twenty minutes." Bonnie yelled from the kitchen at her apartment.
Hannah Parker was her roommate that also went to Berkley. She was also came from a long line of African American witches in Houston, Texas. Hannah and Bonnie met at a frat party on campus and hit it off right away. They even joined the same sorority. And during their last year, they decided to rent an apartment together.
"I'm coming." Hannah yelled from her room.
Hannah wobbled out of her room with only one shoe on. "Hey, can you check the mail, I think my mom said she was sending me something."
Bonnie smiled, "Of course, a gift from Mama Parker to you is like a gift to me. You know she loves me like a daughter."
"Yeah, I know. I swear she calls you more than me."
Bonnie laughed and rolled her eyes. She picked up the pile of mail that was sitting on the counter and started rummaging through it, until one name in particular popped out.
Elena Gilbert.
Bonnie gasped. She threw the other mail back on the counter and hastily opened up the cream-colored envelope.
"Bonnie is something wrong?" Hannah asked, concerned.
"Shh." Bonnie silenced her, eyes scanning over the invitation she was holding in her hand.
On the front were a series of pictures, engagement pictures. And under it was the sentence, "Save The Date." in a fancy font.
Bonnie was stunned into silence.
Elena and Damon were getting married, and she was invited to the wedding.
