Hey guys, sorry about the wait! The holidays can keep you busy huh? Well, I hope you all are having eventful holidays and Happy New Year to you all! Thank you all for your reviews and alerts. A little OOC, I know, but I hope you enjoy it :)
Bonnie arrived at the Salvatore house after driving cautiously through the slippery and clogged roads. Snow had formed and it wasn't turning out to be such a good thing. The snow was thick, ankle high and annoying as hell. It was numbing and frustrating and it didn't prove good for Bonnie's sometimes-short temper. When she was little she used to adore snow. She especially loved a book called 'Winter Wonderland Of A Time'. It was about wonderful snow on a wonderful Christmas day. She used to love the pictures of snow combining with the festivities and lights.
"Winter Wonderland Of A Time, my ass," Bonnie mumbled under her breath. She hoped out of the car, grabbing her bag and shoving her keys in it. She slammed the door shut and slung her bag over her shoulder. The snow made the simple task of getting out of the car and walking to the doorway a treacherous chore; one that was almost not worth it. In fact, it wasn't worth it. She didn't know why she was doing Damon any favors in the first place. All he brought her was trouble.
Bonnie sighed as she tried to block out the whipping sound of the wind and the numbing feeling in her toes as she got to the front of the house. All the adrenaline and worry of the emergency had faded slowly on the way to the house, and she was beginning to doubt the whole situation.
Bonnie, being the person she was had a plan in her mind. She just had to find out the problem, help and then she could leave. She rang on the doorbell, wondering if she should just walk in.
After a few moments, she decided on doing just that. If there was an emergency, odds were, Damon probably couldn't come to the door. Bonnie walked down the hallway of the house looking around for signs of trouble. "Hello? Damon?" She called to the silence. She walked deeper into the house, until she turned to the staircase and looked up to see if she could sense a presence somewhere upstairs.
"Hello?" Bonnie called, once again, not receiving a reply. The bruntte strained her neck to look up the stairs. She didn't actually want to go up there.
"Why, hello, Bennett," A voice came from behind her. When she turned around she was hit by the sight of Damon, his chest bare, holding a black shirt in his hand, his hair dripping wet. Every moment or so, droplets of water hit his chest.
Feelings of before the possession and tomb were coming back to her. She used to actually think about him a lot. How could you not? But everything changed after her Grams' death. She didn't want to feel anything besides hatred for Damon. Bonnie had always tried to keep any subsiding feeling toward Damon under the surface and in a locked vault. And that even meant happiness.
All his faults were slowly disappearing as she stared at him and she couldn't help but feel a pull towards him. His ice blue eyes stared straight back at her; a smirk was forming on his face. All her thoughts vanished and she looked down at the floor at this instant.
"Could you put some clothes on?" Bonnie asked calmly. She could see him pretend to think about it for a few moments. "No, I don't think I will." She clenched her fists. He seemed to bring out the worst in her.
"Damon, I'm not up for games, what's your emergency?" He just smiled at her. "Sit down and I'll tell you about it," he replied smoothly, gesturing at the couch he was now sitting on.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not sitting down with you having nothing on." Damon rolled his eyes at her. "Well then, I won't tell you the emergency," Damon coaxed. Bonnie stared at him with a confused and annoyed expression on her face, "You called me. Your the one in some sort of mess. Not me."
Damon shrugged, "On the contrary this involves the town, that if I'm correct, you reside in." She just glared at him. She started to mentally debate how dangerous this emergency could really be. Was it just a hoax? Bonnie was expecting some sort of fire, or tied up vampire, or something. But no, he just wanted to talk about it. Either way, she was not sitting down next to him like that. "Put some clothes on or I'm leaving," Bonnie finally spoke, hoping she got a message across.
Damon sighed, "You're no fun, little witch. Fine." With that, Damon raced up stairs, leaving Bonnie in alone. Bonnie sighed as she looked around the room. She had always admired the ancient feel and the old antiques it sported. You could easily descry that it was all from roughly the same time tone; around the late eighteen hundreds. It reminded her of the kind of stuff Grams liked to keep.
After a couple of minutes a gust of wind flew past her and she turned around the see Damon on the couch, dressed in his usual black. "Sit," He said, patting the space next to him. Bonnie walked over and sat on the couch in front of him and shot him a brief smile. "What do you want?" Bonnie asked, sighing as she waited for a reply.
"What's wrong?" Damon asked her no emotion evident in his features. "Like you care."
"Humor me," Damon replied. Bonnie shrugged, "I'm alone on Christmas, what do you thinks wrong?" Damon smirked at her. "Aww, is Bonnie upset?"
Bonnie glared at him, "Shut up, Damon."
"Anyway, I thought you had some emergency, not something you needed to talk to me about," she continued, growing impatient. Damon shrugged, "You get what you're given." Damon stared at Bonnie for a few moments, a small smile on his lips. "What?" Bonnie asked suspiciously. She was wondering if she had something on her face or something.
In an instant Damon moved quickly to sit next to her, and gently grabbed her hands before he replied. "I just wanted to say, thanks for coming over Bonnie. I'm glad you were the bigger person and came to help me," He told her.
Bonnie was shocked at his words and couldn't help but stare with a skeptical expression. Damon gladly filled the silence while he noticed Bonnie was almost, half in awe. "Wow, you're hands are freezing, it must have been quite a storm last night to make all that snow," he spoke, rubbing his and her hands together trying to create friction to warm them up.
Bonnie snatched her hands away from his and eyed him for a few moments. "Damon, if you don't tell me the problem soon, I'm going to leave." The way he was acting towards her was unknown and weird.
"But Baby, it's cold outside," Damon said, a fake look of worry in his eyes and a smirk on his mouth. A part of Bonnie wanted to laugh, but she held it in. "Cute," She told him dryly. "I know." With his smirk wider now, Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious Damon. What did you need?" She asked him, getting up from the couch and moving to the other. Damon shook his head with a look of wonder in his eyes as he watched her move away from him. Boy this girl was hard to get.
"What's your hurry? I thought you said you were alone?" Damon asked, a sly smile on his face. Bonnie didn't know how to answer that and was thinking about it before she answered. "To get away from you," She finally said.
"Ouch," Damon replied in mock hurt, placing his hand over his heart. Bonnie smiled at that gesture. It was typical Damon. "You're smiling at me." Bonnie instantly looked away from his face, her smile faltering immediately at his statement. "No I wasn't."
Damon laughed, "Yes you were."
She got up from her seat on the couch. "I'm leaving," She announced. Damon got up as well and stepped in front of her. "Don't do that," Damon started softly, "then I'll be alone." As he spoke he lifted her hand to place a brief kiss on it. A small fraction of Bonnie wanted to melt at the gesture, while the majority of her wanted to snatch her hand away and storm out. Bonnie did neither; she just stood there frozen. She didn't know what part of her answered, but one did. "Fine, I'll stay," She said pulling her hand from him gently.
"Damon, really, what's the problem? You called me over here and you sounded as though an animal had mauled you. Now I'm here and you're doing everything but telling me," Bonnie told him, hoping he'd stop playing games with her. "Very observant."
Damon started to wonder what his options were, and found he had two.
He could tell her the truth, or keep stalling his way through the evening. Damon decided to take the honest approach, thinking they'd make more progress that way.
"Well, see, here's the thing. There is no emergency," Damon confessed. Bonnie looked at him with a confused expression and a frown. "What?"
"Now I thought you could understand English, Bonnie. I said there is no emergency." Bonnie was growing very, very angry. "Why the hell would you call me over here, then?"
Damon put space between them as he chose his words. "Is it a crime to be lonely?" Damon asked innocently. He was having no effect on Bonnie's angry form. "I'll show you lonely," Bonnie whispered threateningly.
"That doesn't even make sense." Bonnie ignored him as she concentrated on taking him out; giving him an aneurysm. She was going to make him regret the moment he thought it was a good idea to make her come over. But it seemed that no matter what she tried she couldn't make her powers work.
"Why, what's the matter Bonnie? Powers don't work? Is fear clogging them up again?" Damon asked smirking, as he paced around her. Bonnie just continued concentrating. "No." Damon just smiled at her while she tried furiously to get her powers to work.
Why weren't her powers working? And why was he so smug? Did he know her powers weren't going to work? Damon didn't come back into her view and Bonnie knew he was standing behind her. "Am I scaring you, Bonnie?" Damon asked huskily, which made her hold back a shiver.
Bonnie replied as soon as she found her voice. "No. I know the feeling of being clogged by fear. D-don't try and kid yourself. You don't have any effect on me," Bonnie told him, hoping he didn't hear the little tremor in her voice. She turned around the face him. Amusement glinted in his eyes. "By listening to your voice, I'd say otherwise." She couldn't help but scowl slightly at him.
"But, yes, you're right it's not fear, though it is my doing," He told her smugly. "What are you talking about Damon?" She crossed her arms over her chest in discomfort.
The whole situation was starting to get to her. She felt uncomfortable and a little… scared. Damon smirked at her, "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked her with a mock sympathy tone. "Actually, yes, yes you are," She told him, somehow hoping he'd do something to make it better. "Good," he replied, his smirk wider now. Bonnie shot a death glare at him and concentrated again on trying to take him down.
Damon suddenly clutched his head in pain while Bonnie's face lit up at her achievement. Bonnie kept going, and closed her eyes. She then heard Damon's laughing. She opened her eyes to see Damon smirking down on her. "I'm a good actor aren't I? You on the other hand should work harder at actually causing some pain," Damon said smugly.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh. "What, are you angry with me? Are you going to hurt me? Oh wait, I forgot. You're powerless."
She started to try again and held her breath as she did so. Damon just watched with amusement.
After a few moments, Bonnie let out a huge gasping breath in defeat. "What did you do?" She asked angrily. "Well, I'm not going to tell you anything if you ask me like that. I'd like to hear a 'Why, Damon, how exactly did your skillful and charming self come across something to utter me absolutely powerless? Please tell me, Damon'."
Bonnie didn't say anything; she just watched his growing smirk until she couldn't take it anymore. She brought her hand to his cheek with a quick swift motion and slapped him. Damon grabbed her wrist and cupped his cheek with his other hand.
"You really don't seem to be getting what I have over you at the moment. I could do anything to you, and what can you do to stop me? Nothing, that's what," Damon told her dangerously. Damon allowed Bonnie to snatch her hand out of his grasp and watched her eye him.
"I'm not scared of you Damon. Get over yourself. Besides, who exactly do you think Elena is more likely to choose if you kill me? Stefan or the homicidal vampire who killed her best friend?" Damon frowned, "Maybe I don't care about her anymore… maybe I care about someone else," He said, wondering where the last part came from.
"Stefan will come after you," Bonnie told him.
"Oh no. Now my plans are just ruined. Stefan is coming after me! Shall I hide in the bathtub with a broom when he arrives?" Damon exclaimed sarcastically, while Bonnie glared at him unimpressed. "Shut up, Damon. Just tell me what you did." Damon sighed, "Well, since it's you, I suppose I'll tell you."
"And what exactly does that mean?" Bonnie asked him. Damon brought his hands up and clasped them together in front of his chest as he answered. "It means, that someone has a bit of a temper and an inclination to get all stubborn and frustrated when they don't get what they want. They also have urges to slap vampires. Also not good." Bonnie rolled her eyes at his tendency of being a bit dramatic.
"And people say I'm dramatic," Bonnie muttered. "What was that?"
Bonnie held up her hands in defense, "Nothing, nothing. So you were going to tell me what it is that you did to my powers?"
"Ahhh yes, the little problem of where your powers have gone," Damon stated happily. Bonnie wanted to slap him again, but resisted. "Have you ever heard of something called a Chiastolite stone?" he asked her. Bonnie shrugged her shoulders before replying. "Not really, but from what I've heard they're basically just useless. Probably about two spells can be done on them, both of which I haven't heard of," Bonnie admitted.
Damon smirked at her as he pulled out a stone from his pocket. The stone was brown, but had black in the middle, sides, top and bottom, which formed a cross on the stone. It was a natural thing for the stone to have this image on it. It wasn't particularly pretty to Bonnie and she'd never really come across a spell that needed the stone.
"A Chiastolite stone is a stone that could fall under the category of protection. Like many other stones it was used way back when, mostly for overcoming negative feelings and protection against psycics. It doesn't actually do much. But like you said there are a couple of spells that can be done on the stone to make it useful for something. One of them is the one I used, and I was a lucky son-of-a-bitch to do what I did, because at the moment, it's proving to be pretty handy," Damon explained.
"It stops my powers? How? Why?"
"Well, little witch, the stone works like this. You need the blood of a chosen witch and the rock and then you do some magic and it's done. The stone sucks the specific witch's' power away in the certain building that they are in. You leave the witch powerless in the place the stone is in. So if I were to put this stone in another building across the street, you'd be free to fry my brain. But it's in here, and you can't."
"And just when did you get my blood?" Bonnie asked, astonished of all his planning. "Well, remember that little night Emily came in and made my life and yours a whole lot more complicated? After I attacked you, there was dried blood on my clothes. So… I did what any skillful, witty, handsome vampire would do. I took the rock and the blood to a witch friend who owes me a favor and she did the spell for me, granted, I wasted a favor on you, but, it seems that the favor wasn't wasted after all, because here we are."
Bonnie was speechless for a few moments. Damon's expression changed considerably then. "You know, Bonnie. I've always liked you… there are a lot more things we could be doing then arguing…" Damon trailed of suggestively, as he caressed the side of her face. Bonnie stared up at him in wonder for a few seconds before glaring at him.
"Seriously, Damon? You attacked me, drank my blood, killed my Grams and you're now taking away my powers and coming onto me?" Bonnie asked; she was fuming. "Pretty much," He told her smugly, "but, technically, I didn't take away your powers. I only took them away for time being. As long as you're in this house, you're rendered powerless."
"As long as I'm in this house I'm powerless," Bonnie said as a statement instead of a question. nodding her head in understanding. "And oh, there is a door over there in the distance. So, I may just leave you and your rock alone together and leave," Bonnie told him smugly, as she headed for the door. Damon was in front of her instantly.
"No, no, it doesn't work like that, witch. I'm not letting you leave," Damon told her with a tone of warning. "And why not?" Damon didn't know how to respond to that.
"Anyway, where are you going to go? Home? You're going to be alone. Do you really want that? Don't say that you'd rather pick being alone than being with me, because that's crap."
Bonnie laughed bitterly at him. "Oh, but I would. No company is better then your company."
Sbe then continued for the door, and Damon had a look of frustration on his face. Maybe he should try another day… Why was it so hard with this girl? Why couldn't she just give in? Sure he wasn't being incredibly charming but she just seemed to bring the worst out of him. Plus, he was trying. He had left suggestive hints and nice things here and there, why hadn't she fallen for him?
While Damon was busy in his frustrated thoughts, Bonnie had escaped to the door and was trying to open it. But it wouldn't open. "Damon, did you lock this door?" Bonnie asked in a frustrated cry. "No!" Damon yelled back, hearing her, but still thinking about his objective. "It won't open!" She yelled back. Damon was beside her in a flash. "Oh, what a pity," He replied sarcastically.
"Maybe we should call someone…" Bonnie trailed off. Damon just rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, sure, you call Stefan while I succeed in opening the door." Bonnie rolled her eyes at him. While Damon was trying to open the door Bonnie peered out the window across from her and to her shock found cold hard snow blocking all her view.
"Ahh, Damon. I think- I think, we're snowed in," Bonnie told him, nervously. Damon was still fumbling with the door as he spoke next. "Oh no. Quick, lets call Stefan. He'll know what to do. And while you're at it call the Easter Bunny, good forbid they don't both cross paths, or they'll be a dead holiday coming on fairly soon."
"Damon, I'm being serious," Bonnie told him.
"Oh yeah, sure Bonnie," Damon patronized. Bonnie kicked Damon in the torso while he was still leaning over the door handle. "Bonnie…" Damon got up frowning. "Look, idiot," Bonnie said, directing him to the window. "That's not right, I think I'd have felt that happen…" Damon trailed off. "If I can't get the door open, it means we're snowed in by a lot," Damon told her seriously.
"What do you mean you can't open the door?" She asked incredulously. "It means I can't get us out of here," He repeated, saying what he meant while talking a little slower this time. "Damon, I understood that. I meant you're a vampire you should be able to get us out."
Damon snorted, "Yes, Bonnie. I'm a vampire, not superman. Do you really think I can push through probably more then about ten feet of snow upward and six feet across?"
"Well, no…" Bonnie trailed off. "Even if I was able to get the door off, which I'd do by breaking the hinges, do you think I'd be able to push all that?"
"No, Damon, I heard the first time."
Bonnie paced the room, running her hand through her hair. "I can't believe I'm snowed in with you…" Bonnie kept repeating. Bonnie was on the verge of going into fits, while Damon was scheming the next part of his plan. This couldn't have turned out more perfectly for him if he had tried.
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