Authors Note:
First of all, I'd really like to thank everyone who read the first chapter, and those who were kind enough to leave a review. It really means the world to me that you guys actually liked it :) .
As for some questions that come up while reading the story, I ask you not to worry. Anything that isn't explained in a chapter, is meant to be that way—a mystery. And will be explained in the future, so don't worry. However, do not expect everything to just be laid out right away, that wouldn't be very much fun ;). The same is true for the romance part of this story. Damon will not fall in love with Bonnie over night, nor will she with him. It will develop more and more as the story progresses. With a lot of awkward moments and sexual tension along the way of course! lol
Now, I have a question for you guys.
Does anyone wish for there to be an "M" rated chapter in the future between Bonnie and Damon? Or would it be better to just keep the entire story "T"
Let me know :)!!
Oh, P.S. also let me know if you guys find any little mistakes. I'm usually good at finding them myself since I don't have/want a Beta reader (most are so unreliable). So help me make sure the writing is enjoyable throughout! Thanks!
Chapter 2
Clouds... Bonnie felt as if she were floating on clouds. Her whole body was completely numb and free. Is this what dying feels like? Her eyes opened slowly to find they couldn't see anything. But it wasn't because she was blind—it was because she was surrounded in darkness.
"Great, I'm in hell!" She groaned and closed her eyes shut again, allowing her body to curl into a small ball.
A chuckle cut through the darkness from not far away. "No, not quite. Though that could be arranged."
Bonnie's eyes flew open as she jumped from where she lay. Her heart was thumping wildly as she searched for the owner of the voice. She scrambled as far back as she could before her back came against a wall. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around her. She noticed a closet against the far wall, along with a small picture frame next to it. There was a small bedside table close to her, and a few feet away a large vanity. She was back in her own room. How is this possible? She dug through her mind for the answer, but the last thing it could remember was being in the old graveyard. That, and being attacked by...
"Damon?!"
"The one and only," A deep voice replied.
This time, she was able to follow the direction of the voice. He appeared as if from the shadows, sitting on top of her vanity. He was leaning against the mirror, staring. Or at least that was what Bonnie assumed the vampire was doing. She felt shivers run down her spine as she looked at him. His hard edges were clearly visible even in the darkness of her room, but his eyes were a different story altogether. They were hidden by the shadows—almost completely engulfed. Bonnie decided that his eyes like this were much worse than when she could actually stare into his deep black pools. At least then, she had the chance of being able to read some sort of emotion from them.
The minutes began ticking by as both figures just sat motionless—afraid of making the first move. The longer they sat there, the more Bonnie realized that it wasn't dark at all. It was actually daylight outside. Her windows had been completely covered, blocking most of the light from entering her room.
Bonnie looked at Damon up and down. He was no longer wearing a shirt and all of his cuts had miraculously disappeared. Not even a single scar was left upon his body. The way he sat there made him appear like a statue—sculpted to perfection. He had a hard chiseled chest, and six pack abs leading to a deep V at the rim of his low rise jeans. Bonnie felt something stir within her as she took him in. His tousled hair was so very familiar to her, along with his hard jawline and soft lips. He seemed so real to her. Though she was almost positive that if she dared to blink, she would awaken from a dream. Awaken to a world where she had never met vampires. Where the supernatural was only a myth passed down by her ancestors. Yet there he was, so very still. No matter how many times the witch blinked, he was still there and she would not awaken.
Regardless of the warning signals going off in her brain, Bonnie felt herself standing up from her bed—almost as if in a trance. She walked towards Damon, taking slow cautious steps—watching his every move. She was indeed very afraid at the moment, though it wasn't being attacked that frightened her the most. It was the notion that Damon wasn't real. That if she came too close and touched him, he would turn to dust and fade away again into the back of her imagination along with Elena and Stefan. But as she stepped closer, she could see his chest moving up and down. She could see the short breaths escaping from his slightly parted lips. She could finally see his dark eyes staring her down—daring her to come closer. Just inches away, bonnie reached out for him—wanting to feel his skin under her fingertips.
Before her hand could reach the vampire though, something caught her wrist and held her in place. It was Damon.
"What do you think you're doing?" She heard him say as she stared into his eyes. They were glowing mischievously. Almost as if he were excited about something. Bonnie watched in horror as he slowly smiled—lips parting to reveal two growing fangs. She felt her knees buckle, almost giving in to her weight. But how could she just give up? Not now that she was so close she could practically feel his breath on her.
Damon raised an eyebrow in question, still staring into the witches eyes. She was struggling against his grip now. However, he noticed her struggles were not away from him. They were a sad attempt to get closer. He ventured into her mind, searching for an answer but got nothing in return. Perhaps she knew he intended to leave her at the graveyard and now wished to strike him. Damon doubted she would be so bold though. Maybe she intended to throw herself onto him again for a kiss. The vampire smiled smugly. Whatever her thoughts may be at the moment, he intended to find out.
Bonnie felt the grip on her wrist loosen and instantly pushed forward. Her hands began shaking out of fear. She slammed her eyes shut, expecting to make contact with her mirror. Instead, she felt a soft warmth under her skin. She allowed her eyes to slowly open, now covered in a layer of tears. The tears made her vision blurry, but she could still see her hand placed firmly on his cheek. It was smooth and rough at the same time—probably from shaving when he had been alive. More importantly, he was still there—her touch hadn't made him disappear. She felt herself smiling, regardless of the salty taste of her tears dripping onto her lips.
"Its really you! You're actually here." Bonnie exclaimed as she threw her arms around Damon, crying harder than before. She was smiling, laughing, sobbing, gasping, and shaking all at once as she attempted to pull him closer and closer to her body.
Damon sat there motionless feeling very tense at the moment. He had his arms up and ready to do something, though he wasn't sure whether he wanted to push her away—or embrace her. For the time being, he would allow her to just stay. After all, she was harmless.
All of the emotions Bonnie had been containing within her for three years finally burst. And it felt good. So good. She never though she'd be so happy to see Damon—but he was exactly the assurance she needed to remind herself that she wasn't crazy. There really had been a beautiful blond girl named Elena who had been like a sister to her. They really had faced certain death multiple times—and survived—during their senior year in high school. More importantly, all of her precious memories weren't fictional at all.
It had come as a surprise at first when she spoke to Meredith and Matt for the first time after saying goodbye to Elena. Bonnie had brought their friend up in a conversation and their only reaction had been confusion.
"Bonnie are you alright?" Meredith questioned.
"I'm fine!! But Elena's gone for good. What are we going to do?"
Bonnie watched in amazement as Meredith turned to Matt, asking him a question with her eyes. They Both shook their heads and shrugged.
It was Matt who responded this time. "Who's Elena?"
Bonnie was almost in tears. Never had she expected Matt to be able to say Elena's name without so much as an ounce of emotion. There was no spark in his eyes, no worry, no determination—nothing. He really had no idea who Elena was.
That was when she remembered what had happened.
"Oh no... The spell!" Bonnie gasped—her skin turning pale.
Meredith shook her head in disapproval. "Not this witch mambo jumbo again Bonnie! Didn't I tell you that stuff was silly."
She had a bitter taste in her mouth as she watched Matt and Meredith move on to another conversation—forgetting she had even brought up their best friend. Bonnie sat with them throughout the entire conversation just thinking. Questions were pilling up in the back of her mind. She didn't want to think though. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep until she awoke to Meredith, Matt, and Elena.
But no matter how hard she tried to seal it all inside, the same question continued to haunt her at every waking moment.
Why did she still remember?
Bonnie was ripped away from her thoughts as she felt two hands grabbing on to her shoulders and pushing her away from the warmth she was currently wrapped in. She wanted to protest, but found that there was no strength left in her tiny body with which to fight. She was mentally and physically exhausted.
"Pull yourself together McCullough," she heard Damon's deep voice say. She looked up at his face again to find him smirking and looking as smug as ever. It really is Damon.
"I know you think I'm gorgeous, but you really have got to stop jumping me. What will your little human friends think!"
Even though she would have much rather given him a dirty look and walked away, Bonnie found herself laughing. She moved out of his grasp and back towards her bed, allowing her body to collapse on it. She took a deep breath, finally stopping the laughter and just smiled.
"I'm really glad you're here."
The words were barely audible to her own ears, but she knew Damon would hear them. The sound of foot steps coming her away assured her of that fact. She felt the bed sink a little deeper as an added weight came upon it. Bonnie wondered if this was really alright. For him to be alone with her—in her bedroom. On her bed. So close to her. But she didn't sense any sort of aggression from the vampire at the moment. He was leaning against the wall now, just looking up at the ceiling.
"So, it didn't work on you either..." Damon whispered. It wasn't a question though, and it certainly wasn't directed towards Bonnie.
She sat up, wanting to respond: No, I remember everything. But what he said caught her attention.
"What do you mean, either?" She figured he was probably referring to himself, but a strange feeling in the pit of her gut told her otherwise.
"The werewolf. He remembered too."
"Tyler?!" Bonnie gasped. She hadn't heard anything about Tyler Smallwood for years. Rumor was that he had run away—though his parents insisted he was attending some school overseas.
Damon nodded, looking down from the ceiling at Bonnie. He watched the emotions flash through her face. She let them show much too easily. At first the witch was happy, but that quickly turned to fear and worry. She was afraid of the werewolf. He chuckled on the inside—there was a vampire not feet away, yet it was the weak werewolf she was afraid of.
"Is he the one that hurt you?" Bonnie asked—a little angrier than she had meant to.
Damon chuckled darkly, causing Bonnie goosebumps. It was little things like the way his eyes looked or the way he laughed that reminded the young witch that he was dangerous just as she started to get too comfortable with his presence. "That overgrown dog? Please, just the thought is insulting."
"Then who..." She asked—uncertain if she really wanted to hear the answer. Her mind flashed back to the dream she had been having for the past three days. There had been something so strangely familiar about it that she hadn't been able to figure out. It was the way everything had been so quiet. So dead. And cold, everything was cold. Almost frozen. Then there was the figure, so full of hate. So vengeful.
Was he the one who hurt Damon? But why?
Bonnie watched Damon closely as he looked away from her. He seemed—for the first time—unsure. Then he looked down at his hands, currently resting in his lap and smiled darkly.
"It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead now."
She had never been the kind to question a vampire when it came to killing. If Damon said he had killed something, then she was likely to take his word for it an move on. After all, that was his nature—he was a killer. It would do her well to never forget that. No matter how normal Damon may act at times—his subconscious was always looking for the next meal. For the next victim to drain of blood.
But the words seemed to escape from her lips before she had the chance to silence them. "Are you sure?"
She felt the anger radiating off of his aura without even having to look at him. His hands tightened into fists and his head snapped up. The glare he gave was one of a master and their slave. It was a vampire telling a helpless little witch to not question his words. "I ripped his body apart limb from limb." Damon stated slowly, burning the image into Bonnie's mind as he did so.
The picture he sent her was not like any horror movie she had seen. There were two men, one who resembled Damon—but it couldn't be him. He was much too fierce to even be the angry vampire currently sitting on her bed. This man's eyes had gone completely black—like a demon. His teeth were all exposed resembling those of a hungry wolf. And his Aura, was darker than the night—so dark that she was sure no light would be so brave as to even come near it. He latched on to the other man and sunk teeth into his neck, ripping it apart. His mouth was covered in blood, but he seemed to enjoy it. Relish it even. The man laughed ferociously as he grabbed his victim by his hair with one hand, and with the other ripped his arm from the socket.
"Stop it! Please!" Bonnie heard herself scream. She could taste the tears again, pouring freely down her face. But she couldn't see her room. There was no closet, no picture frame, not even a vanity with a vampire on it. There was only blood. The limbs of a body torn to shreds. And laughter.
When he finally released his control over her mind, she could do nothing but cry. She moved as far away from him as she could, cursing the wall for stopping her movements. Though she knew, no matter how far away she could get, it would not be a challenge for Damon. She brought her knees up to her face, and wrapped her arms around them—blocking out everything around her. Then she sobbed, wondering if this was what Stefan, Meredith, and Matt had always been warning her of. The real Damon.
"Just leave!" Bonnie screamed between sobs. She wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. Maybe it would have just been better if all of her memories were fake. At least then, no creature like Damon would have ever existed.
"What's wrong? Weak stomach?" He mocked. She was a sad sight. Pitiful. He wondered for a moment how someone so weak as this little red head had even survived as long as she had. Sure, part of it was thanks to him. But it was obvious she didn't have the slightest clue about how the real world worked. Darwin definitely had it right when he suggested it was survival of the fittest. Damon, for one, intended to drain the truth from that statement as long as he possibly could. As he saw it, the only way to remain the fittest was to kill those who weren't.
"You're a monster!" She accused, giving him the cruelest look she could muster.
He only chuckled, unscathed by her words. "What were you expecting me to be? I'm a vampire."
"So what! Just look at Stefan."
Damon rolled his eyes. He was wondering when he would be compared to his pathetic little brother. "Stefan's not a vampire. He is a sad excuse of an animated corpse. And will you just look around..." Damon dramatically motioned his hands around the room. "Where is he now? Oh thats right. Dead—in some magical spirit world with his beloved Elena."
Bonnie parted her lips as if to say something—but her mind was blank. There were bad names she wanted to call him. Words she'd always had the decency not to say—at least not out loud. But she decided it would be better to save her breath, than waste it on someone who didn't care.
"Besides," Damon continued, "you should be thanking me."
Bonnie glared at him, but didn't say a word back.
"Would you rather I have let him live, so he could continue what he started?"
Slowly, the pieces were starting to come together in her brain like a puzzle. There was the cold in her dream, and the angry, vengeful figure. The way Damon, who was the strongest person she could think of, had been so hurt—almost dead. Then Tyler, who had apparently come back after being gone for so long. But what really tied it all together were Damon's words.
So he could continue what he started...
There was only one being she knew of that had the power to influence her dreams in such a way. To be so strong as to kill a vampire. To take control over a werewolf.
Damon smiled as he noticed the look of realization and disbelief on her face. 'Klaus.' She mouthed the name, not daring to speak it.
"But how?"
Damon merely shrugged, looking as bored as ever. "He probably escaped. He was weak when I found him. Thats how I was able to finish him off."
Bonnie simply nodded, feeling numb at the moment. She was glad—relieved in fact, that Damon had killed Klaus. But the uneasy feeling she had felt at the beginning of the night began to wash over her again. She was tempted to ask him the same question again, but remained silent instead. Are you sure? Are you really sure, Damon? Because she for one, wasn't.
Her eyes wandered back to Damon. He was still sitting against the wall on her bed, but his eyes were closed now. Pretending to be asleep like a normal person—but she knew he was very much awake. And very much aware. But how aware was the question. Couldn't he sense the same feeling she could? Didn't he feel that something bad was coming. That something bad was here?
But Damon seemed to not have a care in the world.
Bonnie was sure her brain would soon explode from worrying so much. She groaned, letting her head hit against the wall behind her. "Why are you still here Damon? Don't you have some lunch to go catch or something?"
She saw him smirk, though his eyes remained shut. She shivered as he licked his lips. "Yes, about that..."
Maybe it was the hunger radiating off of him, or the way his voice sounded—but Bonnie was afraid. Not afraid of becoming his meal, but afraid because she could tell there was something Damon had not told her. Bonnie took a deep long breath as she ran her hands through her messy hair.
"Oh god, what now?" She groaned.
Damon opened his eyes slightly and his smirk grew wider, "I'm going to need your help, little witch. Or else, you're stuck with me."
