Unfortunately, I must report that I do not own the CW, and subsequently, I do not own The Vampire Diaries… pity.
Bonnie loves Damon.
Trembling, she read the words on his letter again, he stared at her now, eyes open and seeing nothing. She would have given him some of her blood, but it was little more than useless.
In her heart of hearts she knew. She knew he was there while she lay clinging to life. She felt his arms around her when he fed her his blood, when he snapped her neck.
She reached for the stake that now pierced through his undead heart. Hands trembling, she felt the rough callous of the black grey veins that had appeared on his skin. Soon they would be on hers and their misery would be complete.
She thought back on all the times they had fought over nothing. Now they were trapped here and there was no way out. But what did it matter? Damon was dead.
And soon she would be too.
Grasping the ornately carved wooden stake, she braced herself to free it from his corpse.
She noticed the room where they were was shaded from the sun, he had known that there would be no daylight ring for her and had prepared accordingly.
She didn't know how long it had taken her to turn, but she wished she would have moved sooner. She wished she would have seen him sooner, that he would have seen her as more than his beloved's best friend. As simply more.
She hated Elena now, and righteously so. It was her fault, it was always her fault. If she would have been there for her as her friend, she would never have tried expressionism. She would've never needed more power, she would have never have wanted Jeremy back so that his sister could be happy. She would have never died in the first place and she wouldn't feel this heartache over losing a man who loved her more than life itself.
When she held the stake in her hands she felt the tears come.
Rushing out of her eyes like students from a burning school, they came. They shook her with grief and she cried for all the things they would never have. She cried for Damon, who had lost his life over a woman that he loved, who had lost his heart to her doppelgänger. She cried for Stefan, sweet, sweet Stephan, who would never see his older brother again.
All her friends who loved her, all her family whom she never saw, she cried for them.
Stemming the flow of her tears she thought of a scene from a play she had watched when she was a child. The two lovers died in similar fashion. Funny, how life has a way of coming full circle on you.
Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath, there rust and let me die.
She felt a pain in her physical body that could barely match what she had felt in her emotional heart. Looking at his face as her vision blurred, her vampire hearing picked up something. Darkly, she chuckled inwardly.
Voices.
They had come at last to take them home. They had probably used every trick in the book to get them here, probably connived and schemed like the little schemers they were. Riding in like white knights on mounted cavalry.
Laying down on the bed she looked at the blood stained walls.
Next to Damon's beautiful calligraphy she had scrawled in her emotional state, words that sealed him to her, made them one.
Now their love was eternal, now everyone could see them, they would be together again, she could feel it. Slipping into the darkness, she saw it. She smiled at the handsome sight before her and sighed as welcomed their new eternity.
Her friends had come for them…
But alas, it was far too late.