Summary: After Shadow souls, the stress and pain of everything got to Bonnie, and as she watched yet again everyone else continue with their lives, all having someone to comfort them, she just stood there alone. Her pain led to something that she'd regret for the rest of her life. She betrayed Elena… or so she thought. When Damon finds out what Bonnie has done, he uses it to his advantage and blackmails Bonnie to help him get the thing he wants the most and just about everything else. (Damon is still a Vampire.)
Hey guys, so, tell me what you think- this is my first published Vampire Diaries FanFic. Damon is still a Vampire! He didn't touch the rose and neither did Stefan :D
The red head paced back and forth in her room. She had done a terrible thing. No, not terrible, she had done an insane, stupid, reckless and just down right inexcusable thing. She had betrayed one of the people who she cared about the most. In fact, she's betrayed everyone. Everyone would be angry with her. She would have less then she had now. Bonnie's breathing was jagged; she was literally scared of this whole situation. She was scared of the consequences, and the tears and the screaming, yelling and throwing. Bonnie knew all of this would happen if she told the truth of what she had done.
Bonnie closed her eyes and just stood still for a moment. She felt like just racking her fingers along her wall in agony, anger and pure irritation with herself. What the hell had she done? She was in so much trouble.
They had all thought Shinichi had affected them badly. This would shake up the whole group. What she had done would hurt more then anything, because it was personal. They all trusted her as a friend. They all trusted her with their secrets and trusted her with the fact that, as a friend and an ally, she wouldn't she wouldn't do anything that would betray, hurt or slipt up the group. She had done all of them.
The group might slipt up because of her. Well, to be fair, not just because of her, but because of… Stefan too. She had trouble even thinking his name. She had been so stupid, so desperate, so dumb, and yet, so alone and wishful.
Bonnie had a bad feeling in her stomach, which accompanied the huge lump in her throat as she tried not to give way to her tears. She had screwed up everything. Bonnie had a sinking feeling that this, what she had done would be the end of not only her friendship with Elena, but the end of her life. Some people could- and would want to- kill her for what she had done. That is to say that they were mad enough and they wanted to, nothing would be standing in their way. She signed that contract of so long ago and the punishment that may seem fit was probably death. And by some people, she meant Damon and Elena.
Bonnie, was Bonnie. She couldn't stop them from trying to kill her, even if she wanted to. She was weak and defenceless Bonnie; she couldn't and wouldn't be able to stop that fate from prevailing and ending her life. Bonnie hung her head, looking down at her feet in utter shame. Bonnie shouldn't be capable of something like this. She was supposed to be sweet, innocent, and wouldn't-hurt-a-fly-Bonnie. That was it.
Bonnie just couldn't get the future vision of Elena's hurt filled blue eyes, with gold specs, as they filled with tears out of her mind. The tears would leak on to her perfectly pale cheeks, and at this point, Damon would jump in trying to be the hero, because all of this would be in his favour. This would be rich for him. He would then defend Elena; take her form in his strong arms like she had belonged there the whole time, and run off into the night.
After that, Stefan would leave, heartbroken by the way he had been bound to his consequences and caused his one true love to leave him. He would either leave or… Bonnie didn't want to think about the suicidal risks Stefan would take.
And like that, Elena would choose Damon over Stefan. Something like this would be the perfect thing to make Elena change her mind. Tears started to leak out of Bonnie's eyes. Damon wouldn't even give her a second glance. She'd just be part of his solution. Him and her weren't on good terms, so he wouldn't care if she broke into tears, or dying on the floor.
The disposition between her and Damon was not her top priority right now, she had a bigger problem, but the thing with Damon didn't help this situation either. The thing with Damon had happened a few nights ago, after they had returned from the Dark Dimension. Everyone had disappeared off with the person who would comfort him or her most; Bonnie was left alone and walked home on her own. Later that night, Damon had dropped by, there to tell her about his time with Elena and his plans. Bonnie had been so upset about everything. About him and everyone else not caring about her, so she had picked a fight.
Yes she had liked him, but it didn't matter when he didn't even care about her. So he and she fought until the crack of dawn. She argued with him about him fooling around with Elena. Her heart obviously belonged to Stefan and he shouldn't have interfered. At first he tried to calm her down, but she kept reeling him on, saying terrible things she shouldn't have said. Like that he was alone and always would be, because he doesn't care about others.
He agued about the fact that she was a jealous witch and he thought she was innocent, but she was just a selfish… bitch. Bonnie had gasped at this and retorted that Elena wasn't into people like him, mean, selfish, idiotic, dick-headish, devilish, messed up people who only want what they can't have. His eyes had grown darker, scaring her, but she hadn't backed down. Damon had narrowed his eyes when the sun had begun to come up.
Bonnie had had tears sticking to her face, as she wiped them off every so often. She had then been so frustrated and angry that the words that she knew shouldn't have said just came out. "Katherine didn't love you, Elena doesn't love you, is there a connection? Oh yes, there is, you love them both, but you, Damon Salvatore are a sick, insane, monster and no one will ever love you. You'll always be second to your brother; you're not good enough, and you don't belong here." Bonnie remembered yelling.
At that point, Bonnie knew she had hit something. Because before she knew it, Damon had flown at her, pinning her to her bedroom wall. His face had been so close to hers, his sweet, cool breath in her face. One of his hands was at her throat, while the other was on the wall, making escape impossible. His lean legs had been pressed against hers, so that he couldn't move and she had been gasping for air.
"Don't mess with me witch," He had almost hissed. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. You have no idea what I'm capable of and I won't hesitate to rip you limb from limb if you ever give me that attitude again," He had warned cruelly. With that, he had then left.
Bonnie's thoughts returned to the present as she tried to slow her breathing and calm and organise her thoughts, Bonnie began to grow queasy thinking of that memory all hopes before about Damon and her would go down hill, faster then you could say cheated. That's exactly what she had done. She doesn't even deserve Damon. She had always hoped Damon and her would have a future, but Damon was Damon and he wanted what he wanted, she should just give up on that daydream. He wanted Elena and that would be it.
Since they were fighting, she didn't even have Damon… Now, she had no one. Damon was probably her last hope for someone to care, but he was a selfish person and he would never care again after that. Bonnie was officially alone. Elena would never speak to her again and neither would Matt or Meredith. Bonnie was frazzled. She felt alone; now, more then ever. All she had wanted was someone to understand her pain.
Her problem with Damon was minute to what she had done with… Stefan.
The bad thing was that Bonnie felt inclined to tell someone; but she couldn't. Everyone would judge her and no decent person would keep the secret.
Bonnie then walked over to her desk, where all her pencils and books lay, scattered and in a complete frazzle. Bonnie thought briefly about writing in her diary. Maybe that would help, her diary would be just like a person she could tell, expect it didn't judge.
Bonnie felt warmness arise in her chest as that idea had spurred, but it instantly faltered as she realised the faults in that brilliant plan of hers. What if someone read the diary? What if someone was casually walking through her room and just couldn't keep a hold on their curiosity. She couldn't let that happen. That would be a disaster.
Bonnie decided to keep pacing, looking up at her window every so often, as she felt the stingy, eerie feeling of being watched. Bonnie brushed it off. All of her senses were on high alert, working over time. They were insane and crazy, and were most likely picking up false signs.
If only she could just tell Elena, without actually telling her… A frown appeared on the young druid's face. That made absolutely no sense, McCullough, Bonnie mentally scolded herself.
Then, suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She could write a letter to Elena and explain everything, and then, just throw it away. She would have gotten the feeling of dread and incapability to tell anyone out of her system, and she could figure out where o go from there. The brown- eyed girl sat down in her chair and started to pick up and organize all the scattered pens and papers on her desk. One she was done, she felt a shiver run down her back randomly.
Bonnie looked behind her- out the window for any sign of someone watching her. Even though it was incredibly dark out side, she could tell the view out side her window was clear of people stalking her so she shook off the feeling and turned around to hopefully be able to rid herself of the itching need to tell someone. Bonnie picked up a blue pen and a tore e piece of paper from her lined dairy.
She set both items in front of her and picked up the pen and put the tip on the paper, wondering how to start. Then a train of thought went round and picked up everything she wanted to say and was ready for Bonnie to dump everything on the paper. Bonnie began to write with a look of shame and her eyes glistening and welling with tears.
Dear Elena,
I have done something terrible, and I know you're never going to forgive me, but I thought I should explain. After we got back from the Dark Dimension… Everyone was comforted, they had some one to go home to, someone to comfort them. You had Stefan and Damon, they had you, Meredith had Matt and Alaric… and I felt as though I had no one; I know now that wasn't true, now. I felt so alone and desperate. The following week was even worse. No one came to visit; in fact, no one even called to see if I was okay or if Shinichi hadn't kidnapped me or something. Nothing could have happened to me and no one cared to care.
So… Tonight, I was walking to the boarding house; I was angry, alone and desperate. I was prepared for a full-blown argument when my cowardly ways kicked in and I decided to not go in and keep walking. So that's what I did, until I got lost... I had wondered into the Old Wood and I just sat down, because I didn't care anymore. I started to cry and I'm not sure when, but Stefan showed up… hunting or something. He comforted me. He cared, Elena. One thing led to another… and I'm sorry Elena but, well, I kissed him, he kissed back and before I knew it, we had done it… We had gone to far. I didn't mean it Elena, I was just so alone, and maybe he was upset and felt alone too, I don't know why he didn't it. I just know, I wasn't myself, and I regret it with my life, which I realize my mistake could cost…
Elena, once again, I am incredibly sorry, I don't expect you to forgive me, it's just, you had everything and I had nothing and I needed someone. I suppose I dragged Stefan into it; I didn't exactly give him a choice, I had been so upset, so please try not to be mad with him… though, you probably will be. You had Damon and Stefan, like you always had everything else. I've always been second and I wanted to feel special for once in my life and it happened. I was second with Matt, with you and Meredith and with… Well, it doesn't matter; I just hope you'll... Just, I love you always Elena, I'm always here for you. You'll always be my best friend, no matter what; just remember that. I am truly sorry.
Love, Bonnie.
Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. She only wished that she could actually tell Elena this, but she'd never been good at breaking bad news. She just knew exactly what people would say. Bonnie rested her head on her desk. She just wished she could erase everything that happened tonight. But the world didn't work like that. There may be such things as vampires, werewolves and witches, but that doesn't mean there was such thing as something to undo the regretted.
She had realized she had wasted her time and the paper saying the same things over and over in the letter, but Elena was never going to read it, now was she? So what did it matter? Besides, it's what came out, and she didn't hold anything back. When she was mentioning being second choice, what she was going to say was, being second choice to Damon. Though, she probably wasn't even his 15th choice. Elena didn't know of her feelings for Damon- well her recently past feelings. She thought they had been cast away after her little crush as she calls it. But they hadn't and she hadn't ever told her, Elena would just find a way to tell her it would never happen. That was just Elena. Bonnie had also neglected to mention that Elena could be a little bit of well… a two-timer. She wanted both Stefan and Damon and that just wasn't fair.
Bonnie folded the paper into a square and put it into her jeans' pocket. She then collapsed on her bed, fully clothed. Bonnie decided she would go and throw the letter out in a local, random bin on the way to school, that way it would be harder to find. She didn't want to risk anyone who came to her house reading it, like one of her friends or family members. That would be just peachy. Bonnie ignored the feeling of being watched that had never left, as she drifted into a long needed sleep, where her worries drifted away.
***** (*) *****
Damon sat high in the tree outside Bonnie's window. His crow form was so much more practical at times like these, you could spy on who ever you wanted and not get noticed. Damon had been outside Bonnie's window for a while now.
Before he came here, he had decided to leave the boarding house, his attempts to comfort Elena about the Dark Dimension failing, because he had never been good at comforting. Elena had fallen asleep anyway and he decided to go for a walk. Elena still wanted Stefan more then him… One day that would change. Damon knew Stefan would be back from his hunting trip soon, so he left the boarding house without turning back.
Walking further and further away from his starting point, Damon let the cool breeze clear his thoughts. Damon had been quite content and relaxed until his nose picked up on a familiar scent and he found himself picking up on two people, but their powers were unlike those of a human or vampire. One was just a little stronger and brighter then a humans, and the other… the power was unexplainable. It was just simply, glowing. Who ever this person, or whatever this thing was, it had to be strong and powerful. More powerful, then dare he say it, himself.
Damon narrowed his eyes, as the scent of the greater power seemed partly unfamiliar, while the scent and the power of the smaller made a light go off in his head. Looks like the little watch was out for a midnight stroll… Damon thought casually, with a smirk. But what was she doing out in the Old Wood? And what greater power was she with?
Frankly, Damon didn't care. The witch had insulted him far too many times for him to care about her safety; she could die for all he cared. How dare she insult him, how dare she. Who does she think she is? He spared her life, though he wouldn't do it again. The night last week that they spent arguing had taken what it felt all his restraint to not kill her. Elena would never be his if he killed her best friend.
Then, Damon had wanted to know why the redhead was out in the Old Wood at this time of night. What was she doing?
All his questions froze and drifted away as he saw the petite redhead walking out of the Old Wood, meters away from him. It was dark, but he could still see her expression and body language. Bonnie was covering herself up physically, her hands wrapped around her small torso. Her big, brown, doe-like eyes were wide. Not with fear, but with… regret? Confusion? Being dazed, dazzled or lustful? Damon actually had no idea.
He couldn't read her at the moment, she was blocking her thoughts, so he had no choice but to follow the girl home and see what he could find out. For one thing, Damon knew he had seen that expression before… He of course had not seen this expression around himself or his companions. But he had seen it around others. It was the expression of unwanted sex… That couldn't be true, though. Poor, innocent Bonne wouldn't do that. She was…Bonnie. She wouldn't, she couldn't. It's not possible.
Damon had wanted to find out exactly what was going on, and very soon.
So, his curiosity had led him to his position now, in his crow form, outside of Bonnie's window, gazing at her sleeping form. Damon had decided to change into his human form, as he relaxed himself on the tree, staring her small body, smirking widely. This was just perfect.
Just a few minutes ago, Bonnie had been pacing her room, worried about something. But what exactly had she been worrying of? Damon had caught fraises of worry and betrayal. Bonnie had betrayed someone and apparently it was Elena. Damon had caught snippets of what Bonnie had been thinking, but they were jumbled words that echoed things like 'kill me' and 'Hate me' as well as 'Cheated', 'Betrayed' and 'scared'. But the words that most interested him were those of which spoke of him, himself.
They were things like, "Damon would be the hero' and 'In his favor' 'and 'This would be rich for him'. He had even caught things about Stefan. A smirk had played on edges of Damon's mental mouth. His little bird had a secret. She had a secret that could benefit him greatly, apparently.
Luckily, after that, her thoughts had become more organized, unblocked and Damon had heard more of her thoughts.
Her secret was something that got even Saint Stefan into trouble, and got himself with Elena. As Bonnie had stated it, this was rich; rich for him of course. Damon had watched carefully as Bonnie sat down and wrote down everything in a torn out piece of paper. Her thoughts became blocked at this point, and her shoulder blocked her view of her writing but Damon knew it was a letter.
She was writing a letter then throwing it out. She didn't want Elena to see it. This was just perfect, Damon had thought.
Damon returned to the present, as he looked at her jeans as the letter was poking out her pocket. He would not be able to pass up an opportunity like this. This would be even more fun since he and the witch weren't on great terms. Since he didn't care about her feelings, he wouldn't mind a little, oh lets call it blackmail? But first, he had to find out just exactly what this delicious secret was.
Damon didn't care that she would hate him. Her hate meant nothing. Her approval meant nothing. He didn't care about what she thought of him. What he did care about was that he would get that letter and find out what her secret was. She had called him sick, insane, mean and selfish, devilish and messed up, well, he'll show her just exactly how devilish and messed up he could be.
Bonnie, was Bonnie; it would be easy to find out everything. He almost wished it would be more of a challenge. Damon's eyes flashed back to the letter that he could just see, poking out of her pocket. He wouldn't go and get it just now, no. He had a plan. A devilish smile grew upon his face. Oh yes Bonnie, this was rich.
***** (*) *****
Bonnie woke up in the morning, feeling peaceful and content. She stretched out her arms and legs, lifting her torso up as she just sat there for a moment. Then everything came rushing back and she felt the weight of her guilt almost crushing her. Though, she had to admit that the letter she wrote helped a little. Maybe, just maybe she could last through today, then maybe she could try and talk to Stefan… Or maybe, she should act like it didn't happen.
Maybe if she pretended that it didn't happen… then stupidly, it might go away and actually not have happened in a way. It was a stupid idea, Bonnie thought. If your in the desert and imagine you have water, at the end of the day, you're going to die of thirst, because no matter how much you pretend you have water, you don't.
This seemed logical, but Bonnie wanted to forget this all happened anyway, maybe if she didn't mention it Stefan wouldn't either and the secret would, in time drift away into the land of things that were forgotten about. It seemed like an okay plan… I guess I'll just go with the flow, thought Bonnie, as she remembered the letter was in her pocket. Bonnie felt around for the letter and was relived when she felt the letter and held it in front of her face.
Now all she had to do was drop it off at a random bin on the way to school. Then, no one would ever see it, especially if she got the time to rip it… or burn it, preferably. Bonnie held the letter in her hand the whole time she spent getting ready for school in her bedroom. She got dressed in just another pair of jeans and an aqua blue t-shirt. Bonnie had quickly brushed her curly red hair, not bothering to straighten it out a little. She put the letter in her pocket and already started looking forward to the moment it was ridded from her sight and mind.
She grabbed her school stuff and cautiously headed out of the house resting her hand inside her pocket, clinging onto the letter.
She walked down the road rather quickly, as she let the breeze hit her face, which helped calm her. She was feeling stupidly paranoid. But, that's because she was stupidly paranoid. Bonnie saw a bin nearing in the distance. It was perfect; it was fine. She just had to be rid of the weight the letter was making her carry.
She looked around herself as she neared the bin. When she saw no one was looking, she picked up her pace.
A large gust of wind blew past her, as she was less than a meter away from the bin. Bonnie turned around sharply, her red curls whipping her face. No one was there. Her heart was racing as she took a breath out. Bonnie, it's just your imagination, calm down, Bonnie coached herself. Bonnie turned around, to face the arrogant vampire, of whom she was fighting with, and didn't have the desire to see at the moment.
Damon was sporting a sly smirk; Bonnie could tell his entrance had pleased him. Bonnie felt herself wanting to roll her eyes, but she felt that it was best for her life's sake if she didn't. "Hello, Bonnie," He greeted, his voice dark. "Damon," She said, proud she didn't stutter. Oh, I just wish he'd move so I can through the letter out, Bonnie thought, taking the letter out of the pocket to rest it in her hand, on her waist.
"What's up?" She asked casually, trying to forget her hatred for him. Damon smiled, "Oh… nothing, just dropping to say, hello." Hello? Something's up, the redhead thought. "What do you want Damon?" She asked him, a frown on her face. She wasn't pleased. Was he here to apologize? Bonnie thought. Damon doesn't do apologies, Bonnie contradicted.
"I was here to see if…" He trailed off, changing his stance. Bonnie could have sworn she saw his eyes dropping to the letter in her hand for a moment. Bonnie prayed he didn't know about the letter, he couldn't, there is no way. He was probably just curious about the piece of paper, that's all. "I wanted to see if you were ready to apologize to me yet," He finally said, killing the silence and making Bonnie forget her suspicions for a moment.
Bonnie's face grew hot with rage. "I didn't ask you to come over and talk to me about the girl you'll never have." Damon's eyes narrowed. "You didn't... And I told you to never speak to me like that again," He spoke, fury coating his tone. Bonnie froze, as she held her breath. Her hard expression faltered into one of being frightened. Bonnie's clutched the letter in her right hand. If she was going down, the letter was going down with her. Damon would not see it. He couldn't, for Stefan and Elena's sake.
An emotion other then fury flashed briefly in his eyes, to fast for Bonnie to depict, but slow enough for her to notice that it happened. Damon's hard expression fell as it changed casually to a flat expression. "What have you got there?" Damon asked, moving on from his furious mood. Bonnie was glad that he privileged her with a change of emotion. In any other case she would have been happy for the change, but not this time.
Damon was pointing at the piece of paper that she held in her right hand. The letter. Oh crap, Bonnie thought. Lie, you have to lie. As if Damon heard- which he probably did, he smirked. "And don't even think about lying to me."
Screw him, Bonnie thought. "It's honestly none of your business," Bonnie remarked, hoping he wouldn't push. But it was Damon. Pushing was one of his talents. Damon's expressions grew grave. "Bonnie, it's obviously my business if you don't want to tell me," He countered. Bonnie sighed, "Damon, please just leave it, it's not your business, honestly. Just please, for once. I know you hate me and I hate you, but just please," She all but begged.
Damon smirked; he had her right where he wanted her. His expression changed to one of fake sympathy, but Bonnie wouldn't know that it was untrue. "Alright, Bonnie. Fine," He said simply, completely shocking Bonnie.
Her mouth hung widely open. Damon Salvatore giving up? Letting something drop? Something was defiantly up. But Bonnie went with it. Her strength had all but faded away last night. Even if she wanted to fight, - physically or mentally- she couldn't. "So, what are you doing with it?" Damon finally asked. Bonnie groaned, she knew it was to good to be true. "Damon!" She half scolded. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Relax, witch, I'm not asking what it is, I was asking what are you going to do with it?" Bonnie didn't know how to answer. Did she trust him? Damon stared into her eyes, attempting to dazzle her without compulsion, which was harder then it looked. Bonnie just didn't want to see him. But what did Damon care? He just had to get this letter. He didn't care if he had to pretend to like the witch at the moment to do so.
Damon turned on more of his charm as he brushed his hand gently across her arm, making her jump a little. "You can trust me, Cara." Bonnie almost melted. Almost. She was angry with him; she couldn't melt into his arms. But maybe, this was his way of saying sorry,
Damon tried to hide a smirk that was threatening to show. He had to keep his smile to keep the illusion that he cared. He almost wanted to laugh at how easy this was. Bonnie was melting; she thought this was his way of apologizing. As if, thought Damon. The redhead meant nothing to him. Why would he need to apologize to her? He kept the illusion nevertheless.
Bonnie tried to hide her fear of falling as she spoke. "I-I was going to throw it out." Damon smiled wider. "Why?" He asked. "I found it on the street, it's litter." She lied. Damon saw right threw her.
"Oh, well, how about I chuck it out for you." Before Bonnie could object Damon had snatched it out of her hands, and Bonnie screamed. She was sure he was going to read it. Damon had actually just simply put it in the bin.
Bonnie was shocked. Her heart was beating manically. Damon raised a questioning eyebrow. "What?" Bonnie was lost for words. "Oh, I didn't want you to get germs… I found it in the dirt." She said quickly. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, was all Bonnie could think. "What?" Damon asked, looking completely confused as he attempted to hide his amusement. This was just too funny, Damon thought.
Bonnie laughed awkwardly. "I mean… I just-I just… carried it from all the way from my house and I wanted to throw it out myself," Bonnie lied. She wanted to kick herself. Amusement filled Damon's expression. "Say no more, it's obvious the reason for throwing out the paper was neither of your excuses, what ever it is, I wont ask. How about I walk you to school?" Damon asked. Bonnie was again lost for words.
What in the world was going on here? Bonnie asked herself. "I guess…" She trailed off. Damon smirked. "Lets go then." And with that they both walked away from the bin. Bonnie wished she could have ripped it up. She was so stupid, she should have… she could have… Oh never mind. It's done now; at least it's gone.
Plus, there was something seriously up with Damon. Bonnie was completely suspicious of him. Walking her to school? Smiling? This was completely unlike Damon. Bonnie just shrugged and decided to go with it. Damon didn't have to know how much she still despised him. He would find out soon anyway. Bonnie just hoped that this was the end of that letter.
***** (*) *****
Damon left Bonnie at the school; he could tell she was confused with all the niceness. But it was working nevertheless. Whether she still hated him or not, she couldn't resist his charm; no one could. Bonnie had fell for everything he pulled out; she was so predictable and naïve. It had all gone perfectly. Now all he had to do was go back to the bin and grab the letter. After this, all secrets would be revealed to Damon. He would hold the power. Hold the power over Bonne for one thing.
Damon started to causally walk away from the school gates, watching Bonnie walk up to Elena and Meredith as he did so. Bonnie's face was full of guilt, but she was trying to hide it. Damon was begging to fret about his plan, until her face, in an instant covered up all traces of guilt and was straight and almost joyful. Damon had to clap at that. Bonnie wouldn't tell. This was just too big.
Damon kept walking until he was out of sight. When he was around the corner, he began to sprint toward the bin he had thrown the letter in. Damon pushed his legs to run faster; the secret was almost his.
Once he had arrived at the bin, he dripped his hand in and picked out the folded piece of paper. Damon smirked; this was just too easy. He unfolded the neat square Bonnie had folded and wrote her secret in letterform in, and he began to feel almost giddy. He held the paper in front of him as he began to read. His eyes widened, as did his smirk. Oh yes… Damon thought. Yes, yes, yes.
This was absolutely rich. Bonnie McCullough, what have you been up to? Damon asked himself rhetorically, as his smirk grew. Damon had hit the jackpot. Damon folded the letter back up and put it in his pocket. Oh yes, blackmail would work perfectly. His plan continued to formulate as he walked along the street, radiating with deviousness.
Bonnie should have been more careful with treating her garbage sometimes it comes back to you.
***** (*) *****
Bonnie got home and collapsed on her bed, she had lasted the day. Bonnie was glad to be rid of Elena and Meredith, even though they were her friends. Luckily, they hadn't even guessed that something might have wrong in the slightest. That means she must have hid it well. Bonnie was proud of herself. Maybe, because she had lasted this day, that means she could last the days to come. Maybe, as the days passed, this would all get easier and easier to hide. Bonnie wished, but she didn't count on it. She'd just have to take the days as they came.
Bonnie closed her eyes, trying to dismiss her cares. The letter she had written was in the back of her mind and she felt as though she didn't have care in the world; for that moment in time, she felt free of guilt and troubles. The soft quilt of her bed was soothing to her. The stillness and calmness helped her drift into a soft sleep, with no worries or no cares; she felt simply at complete ease.
***** (*) *****
When bonnie woke, the glow of the moon was filling the room. It was night and the darkness consumed her room. Bonnie looked around her room and took in her setting. She rubbed her eyes with one had as she turned on her lamp with the other. "Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie," A voice trailed, scaring the hell of Bonnie. The redhead looked up and got the fright of her life as she saw Damon casually lounging across the window seal.
Bonnie jumped in fright from her position on the bed. The redhead was about to get up, and try to push Damon off her window seal to get him out of here; she knew she shouldn't have trusted him. The look on his face said it all. Pure rage filled her expression. He had done something, why else would he be here?"Hello cheater," He greeted with a dark and ironic tone. Bonnie froze at this point. No, he didn't know did he? He wouldn't have gone back for the letter, would he? No… But yes, it was such a Damon thing to do.
"You didn't?" She asked, half accusingly, hoping he wouldn't know what she was talking about because he didn't go back for the letter, and he was here to apologize finally for yelling the other night. All right, the latter seemed impossible, but the first could happen.
Damon smirked; she knew he knew. "Oh, but I did," Damon said slowly, looking her right in the eye. Bonnie looked him in the eyes. "No, you wouldn't." Bonnie waited in silence for him to reply with a 'Got you! I have no idea what you're talking about; would you be so kind to explain?' But it didn't happen. And since when did Damon say 'Got you?'
After a moment of two, Damon got up slyly from the window seal and walked towards her. He looked down her short form. "I know you're secret, McCullough."
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