A/N: I was not expecting this much feedback for this story. XD I'm very thankful to everyone that reviewed and after much demand, I am pleased to announce a new, longer chapter. There's no Andrew in this chapter, but he'll be back, I promise. This is mostly Bamon interaction with some Stefan and Elena.
"You-you can't be serious." But she knows he is. It may be because they've slowly been spending more time together(it's usually forced time with Stefan and Elena and with the lovebirds as their only company, the two are forced to interact simply not to die of sheer boredom), but she knows when Damon's serious.
"You really think I'd joke about something like this." Damon sends her a cocky smirk that Bonnie knows now is his way of lying, of hiding behind his mask, and he only does it when he's scared or worried. "Your little buddy Andrew Bellmont, what a stupid name, comes from a long line of witches and your headache? That was that moron trying to work a love spell."
"But love spells don't work if there's no love there to begin with." She rubs her temple absentmindedly and the motion draws the vampire's eyes back to her.
"Still hurt?" She shakes her head and Damon rolls his eyes. "Damn, I was hoping I'd have an excuse to rip his throat out."
"How did you know?" They drive past Bonnie's house and she knows, without really thinking about it, that they're going to back to his place; somehow it just feels natural.
"The Bellmonts used to live here once upon a time. Their family is as old as the Salvatores, but they left town after the church burned down." Then there's awkward silence; it's not as though they've forgotten about the incident with the amulet, but then Damon slams his palm against the steering wheel. "If I had known how much trouble their descendants would be, I would have killed them all years ago!"
"It's not a big deal. You told him to stop." Bonnie taps her fingers on the books in her lap, a nervous tic of hers; should Damon know that?
"He's a child that was just told he can't have the toy he wants. What do you think he'll do?" Damon scowls and pulls up to the Salvatore estate.
"Was there a reason you couldn't drop me off at my house?" He gets out of the car without an answer and she quickly follows, a little touched that Damon is this worked up.
"Who's home at your house?" Damon opens the door and steps aside, letting her slide into the cold of the home first before he closes it behind them.
"No one. Why?" She sinks down onto the couch as Damon pours himself something to drink.
"Please tell me you noticed the car following us." Damon turns, whiskey in hand, as he stares incredulously at her; the shock must register on her face because the corner of his lips tilt up in the mimicry of a smile and he shakes his head. "Little witch, you really are hopeless."
"He followed us?!" Bonnie races to the window and barely pulls back the curtain; she can feel Damon's presence behind her, also watching. "He's not there now."
"Good. Only a complete idiot follows a Salvatore onto his home turf." She turns and resists the urge to jump; she didn't expect Damon to be so close. "If he was here, -" The sinister smile returns and the vampire almost looks like he's daydreaming.
"I think you just wanted an excuse to bring me here." Bonnie smiles playfully, locking her hands behind her back, as Damon snorts.
"Of course. Because I need an excuse. You'd follow me to the end of the world, Bon Bon." She rolls her eyes and pushes past him.
"I thought I told you not to call me that." She falls back onto the couch and Damon settles comfortably beside her.
"It must have slipped my mind." He offers her a glass and with a shake of her head, she declines.
"Your age must be getting to you." They don't hear the door open.
"They say memory's the first thing to go." Damon finishes the whiskey.
"And what's the second?" Bonnie curls up, resting her head against the cushion.
"I don't remember." They don't see Stefan and Elena leaning in the doorway; Elena looks shocked and Stefan seems. . . suspicious.
"Bonnie?" They both turn at the sound of her voice and something in Damon's face clouds over. "What are you doing here?"
"What, Bonnie and I can't enjoy each other's company without the parents supervising us?" Damon stands, moving to the window so he can avoid his brother's gaze.
"I'm sorry if I'm a little concerned for my friend's wellbeing especially if she's hanging out with a guy that almost killed her." And there it is. The awkward silence Bonnie and Damon had managed to avoid up until this point.
It's not as though they'd forgotten about it. When they saw each other afterwards, brought together by Stefan and Elena for Damon to apologize, it wasn't easy for them to get to this point, but they got there. They could sit and talk like this as though they were friends.
But Bonnie still remembered. She remembered being terrified of Damon. The witch would have nightmares where she woke up screaming, but those didn't happen anymore. Damon's presence in her life had radically changed since that night.
"I trust him." Everyone turns to look at her when the words slip out, but instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she faces Elena head on. "I trust him, Elena. I've forgiven him for that night. Maybe you should, too."
"He tried to kill you!" Elena glances at Damon, still poised at the window, and Bonnie, who's now standing. "He's killed people, Bonnie! Vicki? Have you forgotten all of this since Damon's brainwashed you?"
"Vicki was out of control even before she was a vampire! She was my friend, too, Elena! I know about the drugs and the alcohol and I know that she was unstable! Is Damon to blame for that too?!" But Elena will never understand that. A part of Bonnie wants to be that way again, not seeing the different sides to Damon so it will be easier to disregard him as a monster. But she knows it will never be that simple again.
Stefan remains silent and stoic in the doorway, keeping his eyes on his brother, as the girls argue. Usually, Damon would be making sarcastic comments and butting in with a smirk. What's making him stay silent now?
Bonnie raises a hand to her forehead; the headache's returning with full force and the trill of her cell phone cuts through the ache.
"Hello? Yes, Dad. I'm coming home right now." Damon moves away from the window now, tilting his head as he listens. "I love you, too." The phone is snapped shut and the witch grinds her palm into her forehead.
"I'll take you home, Bonnie." They have a conversation to finish and Bonnie knows Elena won't let her get away with just leaving it at that.
"I'll take her home." Damon steps forward, brushing shoulders with her as he makes eye contact with his brother's nuisance. "I'm going that way anyway."
"Thank you, Damon." There's a hint of a smile on his lips as they make their way outside. Once they're out of earshot, Bonnie turns to him. "You're not going after Andrew, are you?"
"What would make you say that?" Then, there's a smile, bright and unfiltered, just for her.
She rolls her eyes as she climbs inside the car and Damon looks at her with a guarded expression in his eyes. He almost wishes she didn't trust him so much.
Almost.
A/N 2: How'd you like it? Read and review. I'm sorry if anyone's OOC.
A/N 3: I'm letting everyone know now. I don't really like Elena. I find her character a little annoying, but depending on the reviews, I'll try to keep my two cents out of it.
A/N 4(NEW -sparkles-): I was asked by one of my reviewers whether or not Bonnie's mom was in the picture and I confess that while writing this I had no idea. I had looked but didn't find anything indicating otherwise until today. So I changed Mom to Dad. XD Thanks, Rapid Squirrell.
Quick Question: I'm thinking of doing a side pairing. What would you rather see? Stefan/Elena, Stefan/Matt, or *enter reviewer's choice here*?
