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A/N/Warning: This has my favorite pairing Bonnie and Damon. Since I'm not L.J. Smith the characters are totally OOC. I did try, though. So please bear with me a little.
I forgot. I post it without a beta check. Sorry for the mistakes and horrors.
From the pain... Chapter II
"I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence ... I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don't see,... I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this." ― Lemony Snicket
Damon acted on instincts, he didn't think out what he was doing. His arms brought her closer and his head leaned onto the soft curve of her neck. Music filled his senses, the beat of her heart and the rhythm of her breathing were the only thing that mattered to him. Damon didn't know what happened and he will found out. He was certain of it, but for this moment, the second she gasped was a surprise he didn't count on with it.
In his normal fatalistic way he had already accepted Red Bird fate and as shameful it could be he was saying good-bye to one of his girls. Five hundred years under the belt tend to do that. He had live and witness a lot of things, events and people. Only one thing remained within his beliefs. Surprises aren't good. Never!
Red Bird chattered that with her glorious gasp of air. Now cradle on his lap and pressed against him alive and uttering a painful moan he could tell anyone who dares to ask him; I'm happy. Even if Red Bird was in pain and if he sounds like a perverted man, he didn't care. He was happy. Damn it!
"Damon."
Her weak calling snapped him out of his joyful trance. Damon moved her a little, just enough to see her eyes studying him. He didn't dare to stop embracing her. Damon didn't want to stop the contact between them.
Red Bird trembling hand softly touched his face, with care and amazement.
"You're real. It is you."
Her whispers reached his ears.
"Yes, Little Bird it's me,"
Then, Red Bird look carefully to her extended hand. A frown appeared on her face.
"So much blood."
Damon glanced her body. Red Bird was right too much blood smeared her clothes, the bed sheets and of course his clothes too.
"You lost an awful a lot of it. You need blood, Little Bird."
He bit his wrist and offered his life source to her. Kitten, did a weak effort to deny him. She didn't want to drink it.
"Don't be stubborn, Drink it. Don't make compel you to drink it, Kitten."
She drank and her pulse got a healthy rhythm. After that he looked at her again carefully. Red Bird was shivering and the look of death was still on her. This won't do!
Damon stood up with her in his arms and walked to the bathroom. The blood needs to be gone. The smell of death needs to disappear. He turned on the shower and stepped under it with Red Bird on his arms. Damon let go of her legs and kept holding her to him embracing her. Both of them fully clothed got drenched under the shower clinging to each other. If, anyone asks about this moment he would deny it because Damon Salvatore didn't cling on anyone. He was merely holding her up because she was weak and could fall and hurt herself.
Red Bird is still shivering, even if the water was fairly hot. It was like death didn't want to let her go. He pushed her gently to make enough space between them. With one arm still holding her by her waist, his other arm took the seam of her long pajamas shirt. Red Bird understood and raise her arms. Her shirt was gone a second after. Damon pulled down her pajama shorts. Now she was almost nude leaning onto him. He had the strangest feeling, her fragile body between his arms with almost no clothes; she still had her undergarments though. No bras but the rest still on, didn't feel new to him. It was like he had lived a similar moment with her before. Impossible, I would remember it.
He let his powers out and created a warm cocoon surrounding them. Now the warmth has direct contact with Kitten's skin. The soothing effect of the water and the relative calm of his power did the trick. Slowly, but surely her body stopped shivering. Her pale skin took a healthy rosy look. Damon almost basked on his cleverness.
"Why are you here, Damon?" the trembling words pulled a string on his heart.
"Why shouldn't I be here, Little Bird?"
"I... I don't know." She said it avoiding his gaze. Red Bird didn't want to look at him.
He turned off the water, but kept the warm cocoon engulfing them. With his right hand he touched her shin and lifted up until she had to look directly to his eyes.
"Who hurt you?"
The burning question left his mouth. He needed to know what the hell happened to her. She recoiled a little. Or least she did try to get away from him. Foolish Girl!
"You know you can't escape, Kitten. I won't let you go."
Red Bird big doe eyes looked at him. She was still, too still. Only her shallow breaths and her frantic beating of her heart were the only sounds between them. Little Bird was studying him and her face showed amazement, incredulity, worry, some hope and sadness. Too much sadness radiated from her eyes and scattered throughout her aura. She must feel like a big anvil is pulling her down, drowning her. He once knew that feeling. Dreadful feeling!
"I really don't know, Damon. I don't have anyone to ask about this. I... I' m just tired."
He impulsively pulls her against him again. How could he explain to her she's not alone? Never was and never will be alone. Red Bird has him even though he many times fought the simple truth. Damon could no longer try to hide the sun with his hand. He will do anything to protect her. She's not alone.
Red Bird shivered a little. He totally forgot to keep the warmth surrounding them. Lost in his thoughts and realizing his foolishness. More than five hundred years took him to acknowledge that he has a thing for red heads too.
"Let's get out oh here, put some clothes on and you need to eat."
Kitten looked at him.
"Are you sure?"
"About what? Kitten"
"That I'm not alone."
Yes, she definitely has grown up. Red Bird heard him and he was pretty sure he didn't say anything out loud.
Damon gave Bonnie his usual smirk.
"Yes, Red Bird you're not alone."
In another place and possible another time a similar red-head has her first breath without pain. The witch finally had lifted the curse. Now no longer a maiden of her family will die. No more psychic attacks until the heart stops beating. What she didn't imagine was that she failed. She only sent the curse to an innocent druid soul. A sister druid soul, who had her mind played by two vampire brothers not too long ago. These brothers trying to protect the sun unknowingly severed the chains and set the little psychic mind free.
Free without restraints burning like the brightest star, like the biggest fire waiting to be put out by the next threat. The red-head druid sent a death sentence down the line to a fellow druid soul.
What she didn't know was that the brightest star wasn't alone. The crow glanced at the moon, his eternal companion, and for the first time he could see her beauty. The sun was no longer between them.
A/N: So there you have it. Chapter two. Please give me some love and tell if I should continue. I know VD book version is very inactive but I can't stop loving Damon and Bonnie.
