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Chapter Two

Pictures

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(Bonnie)

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Weekend.

The one thing I like about weekend is how I can wake up late. Since Mom had left me with Dad, who didn't really have much time for me, I found that I kind of liked all the privacy I could get around the house. I know that Dad loved me but then sometimes, the situation can't be helped.

Not even if your parents miss the cheerleading performances at the game and most of the parent–child things. I guess, I'm okay with it. Not too okay. But okay.

Since Mom had left us no way to find her, leaving me with Dad when I was barely three, I didn't think much about her. I mean, I had Grams for almost everything I needed. Until a certain vampire had to take away even the sole member of the family who actually looked after me.

Mary, my elder sister, was off to college, much to Grams chagrin. She wanted Mary to pursue a degree here at Mystic Falls, but Mary went off to Richmond for better courses and options, while Grams kept in opposition of the decision. She wanted her family close to her.

Well, I couldn't blame her after meeting the vampires. After Grams, I was the only live witch in the family and how were we to protect those who wouldn't stay with us? The closer the safer, she used to say.

I sighed. Dad must already have left for work. He didn't get a day off even during the weekends. We only met at the dinner–table, that too not so often. He wanted me to study while he attempted at being both parents for me. Until now, he was a success. I had never really missed my Mom, who left me alone with Dad.

Though I would have liked my parents to be with me, I knew this was for the best. How was I to explain to Dad what all the candle stubs in my room were doing anyway?

Dad didn't believe in all the witch voodoo which I got from my Mom's side. He didn't believe it when Grams told him. He would think I was just messing around if he really found what I was doing in my room all time I had it locked.

I went to my window and opened it up, looking outside. There was no sun out even though it was noon and the sky seemed cloudy. I sighed. Everything around Mystic Falls, Virginia was cloudy.

I quickly got ready for my meeting with Elena, Caroline and Meredith for a trip to the mall. After much arguments and talks during a conference call on phone we had decided that after all that had happened, we needed to go out like the old times – all girls. Well, Meredith had decided that.

I cared deeply for Meredith and she had taken this decision for me. Not that I didn't care for Elena or Caroline. Just that Elena was all about her vampire boyfriend these days who was locked underground with his ex and Caroline was a vampire herself. And with my anti–vampires fight I couldn't bring myself to be all happy about these facts. My grandmother had died because of one and I just couldn't bring myself to be in the company of vampires for long.

My only mortal friend who wasn't too impressed with all the happenings was Meredith and somehow, I couldn't even bring myself to talk to her. Since Grams' death, I had mostly kept to myself, meeting others only when necessary. Otherwise, I was in my room practicing magic until my power would drain out.

Lately, I had realized that the more I practiced, the more I fell weaker. There were nosebleeds, major headaches and most severe of them all... fainting. I would wake up only to realize I had missed several hours while I was lying on the ground, unconscious.

When I searched Emily's grimoire about it, it mentioned such happenings. It also said something which I was shocked to realize at first, but was considering now.

Blood exchange.

With a vampire.

Supposedly, Emily had come to realize that the powers of a witch can be enhanced by blood exchange with a vampire which gave a witch another source of magic besides herself. There was a mention of drawing powers from the surroundings but it was only to help so much.

I still coming to terms with the idea. There were a lot of things involved and I wanted to be pretty sure about it all. But there was also the fact that I had to save my town, my family, my friends. Who was to say when the next thing would strike us? I had to be ready. Especially when Elena was in danger and Elijah was somewhere around, keeping an eye on us.

Yesterday, it was suddenly decided that we all needed new clothes for the party that Tyler was throwing, months after his Dad's death. And that was something to be said about they guy because he didn't really like his Dad much. His Mom of course was another case. I knew he loved him Mom dearly.

Also, as Meredith put it, we all needed a time–out from all the paranormal activities of the town. This would be a nice break with no vampires (not counting Caroline). Anyway, it was the male vampires who needed to be kept at bay. As long as Stefan and Damon stayed away, along with the unknown dangers, all was fine by me. At least as fine as it could be with one vampire, one vampire lover and a psychoanalyst for best friends on a trip to local mall.

I dressed up in a white top, green shorts and white converse and got to my car, where I noticed a flat tire. Great. Coincident or…

You are too suspicious, I scolded myself. I'll probably have to call a tow car and walk myself to the nearest bus–stop.

Just my luck, I sighed.

It was at least twenty minutes' walk from where I stayed to the nearest bus–stop. And then of course, I'd have to wait for the bus. Realizing it was better and time–saving to call someone out of the other there, I called Meredith.

Her number came out of service, each time I tried.

Finally, I tried Elena, whose house was nearest to mine.

"Hey, Elena," I said into the phone.

"Hi Bonnie, what's up?" I heard her crystal clear voice, which seemed a bit nervous.

"Uh, I've got a flat tire. Do you think you can pick me up? You're at home right?"

"Bonnie, I'm at Stefan's. But I'll come pick you up."

"Okay," I said in spite of the fact that Salvatore Boarding house was farther than Meredith's house from my place. But I knew she'd only over–react if I told her so. I mentally reprimanded myself. I should have taken the bus.

Then, I hung up as she did the same.

Next, I called the tow–car people who promised to pick my care up from my home and return it by night.

To kill the time, I went to my room and took out one of the spell–books that I had gotten from Grams' place. Probably half of her house consisted of spell–books, all of which were in my room now. This one caught my attention because it was on vampires, solely dedicated to them. I had been thinking of reading it for long but wasn't getting the time.

And of course, it was written by Emily.

I went to my porch and sat down in the stairs. I took the book in my lap and saw it from outside first, turning it around. Noticing a few dog–eared pages, I opened them and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the face of Elena in a very pretty gown. No, I corrected myself. It was Katherine.

The picture was black and white but whole. The gown was a puffy one that came down to the floor in waves, leaving a white trail behind her. She was obviously wearing a corset which highlighted her hourglass shape. The square neckline was accentuated with a beautiful necklace with a light colored jewel, the exact shad of which I couldn't tell from the picture. Katherine was standing near the stairs, a hand on the banister, smiling in a gorgeous way.

For a second, I could picture why Damon and Stefan, both fell for her. The woman in front of me was a very beautiful copy of Elena. I could bet Elena would look just as gorgeous in the gown. Almost similar, in fact.

I snorted. That's why they were both after her. Not because she was Elena and they loved her. But because she looked like Katherine.

I sighed, reprimanding myself. It was Elena who went after Stephen. And Stephen was a nice, trustworthy guy. It was Damon who was probably after her because she was a Katherine–look alike. Now that he knew what Katherine turned out to be, it was better to have Elena than have no–one.

Noticing other photos behind it, I quickly slid this on to the back and looked at Stefan's face next. He was standing gracefully, at the same place Katherine was standing, looking very handsome. I smiled. He was wearing clothes of the era, black coat and pants to match, with a high collar.

Excited now, I skipped to the next picture, and saw him. Somehow, I knew it would be him next and I wasn't surprised. Damon stood in all the glory of the man of the medieval era, hands behind his back, a smile on his face. He wore a black vest over a white shirt and black pants. The scene behind him, however, was changed and Damon stood near the stables as I looked at the several horses behind him.

The next picture was of Katherine, in the same white gown, perched high on a black horse with Damon and Stefan on each side. She wore a sort of cap and smiled into the camera as Stefan held the reins to the horse and Damon stood looking up at her, as if mesmerized by her beauty.

My heart skipped a beat at the expression on Damon's face. It was expression of awe, of love. I felt a momentary pang of sadness. For about a century and a half now, Damon had loved this woman who had done nothing except betray her. I knew Stefan was over her and had Elena, but whom did Damon have? Maybe that's why he was always sour and on a look out for revenge.

I wish somebody would look at me like that.

I mentally slapped myself.

Shut up, Bonnie. Now isn't the time.

And anyway, why was I trying to justify Damon's position, his feelings? He was a monster and nothing more. There was nothing more to say or do. He was evil. He was the reason I was all alone now, living in a house without a family member in it.

I skipped onto the next picture of Emily Bennett. She was standing with a weak smile on her lips, dressed in white scarf and black bodice over a dotted dress of a color that I couldn't really tell from the picture. Beside her, almost her age, stood a girl.

I almost let out a small shriek, because I swear that girl looked like me. It was strange, I decided. What was a girl looking like me doing around that time with Emily Bennett, the greatest witch of all time?

I quickly shut the book, my heart beating faster. There were more pictures but I didn't want to see anymore. Started to see shoes near my legs, I looked up and saw Damon looking down at me, with no expression on his face.

I groaned.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to hide the book behind me.

"Not so fast, witch," Damon said, grabbing the book from my hand in one swift motion.

"Give it back!" I screamed, running behind him as he took big steps away from me. Shit he was fast. He was walking and I was running! How shameful was that?

"See who's running after me. Everybody wants to have a piece of me!" He whined in a kid's tone.

I would have laughed if I wasn't so angry. I was ready to burn him to death, I was so frustrated with him.

"Oh yeah," I said, "If you don't give that back to me, Stefan will surely have to take your pieces back."

"It's in Latin!" He said, frustrated, turning around. I suddenly ran into him. I stumbled a bit, but he steadied me, a hand on my arm.

I jerked his hand away, reaching for the book, which he opened at precisely the page I was looking at.

"Is that you?" He exclaimed, looking down at me, the book still held high and out of my reach.

"Give it back!" I hissed jumping up and down.

But he merely smiled at me. "Come on Bonnie. You're never fun!"

"I'll drive a stake through your heart and then you'll see how fun I am!" I glared at him, still reaching for the book.

"Where did you get this from?" He asked, suddenly serious.

"What, I have to tell you everything now? Give it back or I swear–"

"Here," he said, giving it back to me. "By the way, were you by any chance smiling at my picture?"

"Smiling?" I scoffed, looking up at him. "More like spitting."

He said nothing except smile.

"Take that stupid smile off your face," I glared at him. "You haven't stolen anything, right?" I asked, going through the pictures. Katherine's photos were there. Since he didn't care for anything but his beloved Katherine, I didn't bother checking anything else.

"What? You expected me to steal her pictures from you?"

I looked back at him. "Yes," I said, looking back at the picture of Katherine smiling at me. "I did."

"Right," he said turning away from me. "Why would I want Katherine's picture if I see it everyday?

I looked up at that. "You're talking about Elena?" I glared at him.

He gave me a crooked smile again, "Of course, darling."

"What did you call me?" I asked him, disbelievingly.

"You don't like darling? What about sweetheart?"

I was fuming when I directed my glare at him. Damon clutched his head, bending over. There was no other way with this vampire. "First, bad choice of words. Never call me darling or sweetheart. Second, don't you dare compare Elena to the cold–hearted bitch that Katherine is. Third, I swear, if you hurt Stefan and Elena in any way, I'll kill you with my own two hands."

I looked away then, releasing him from my magical torturing.

Damon glared at me, looking murderous, when suddenly, I found myself flying with Damon's hand on my throat. He backed me up against the front door of my house, pinning me to the door a little higher than my normal height so that I stood on tip–toes, frowning, while he looked down at me. I clawed at his hands but obviously, it wasn't working.

He looked pissed off and for a moment, I was scared. Then, I thought about using my witchy powers on him, when he smiled.

"Nuh–uh," he said, "Don't even try."

I gaped at him. How could he––

"Don't you realize you have shield down Bonnie?"

My eyes widened, realizing it. Shit, I cursed. But how it came down I had no idea. Suddenly, I felt really insecure. If he was there while I was looking at the pictures, then he must know what all I was thinking while looking them.

Damn.

I glared at him, looking him straight in the eye. He was pressed really close to me and I was having trouble breathing. Our faces were inches apart. That's when I tried to bring my shield back up, but he jerked me, breaking my concentration. He lowered me a bit so that I was standing on my feet now, still trying to get his hands away from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him. "Have you lost your mind completely now?"

"I want to know what you are thinking," he said simply. I noticed that he no longer looked angry or pissed off. In fact, there was no emotion on his face at all.

"And why should I let you?" I asked, looking back up, some of my anger draining away because of his close proximity. "It's my mind. Why would I let you know what I'm thinking? How stupid is that?"

Apparently, calling him 'stupid' was a wrong thing to say, because the next thing I knew, Damon was pressed up against me, his anger back on. "Say that again," he growled at me.

I felt myself, leaning back against the door, which was shut tight. I had locked it when I came out and the keys were in my front pocket, digging into me and probably Damon, who didn't show any signs of it.

Damon was closer than I would have ever allowed myself to be to him. And then, I got angry. I didn't like feeling that I was weak and Damon was pressing against me without my wish to do so.

Even though I somewhat liked it, a fact for which I was mentally slapping myself, I wanted him off me.

"What? That you are stupid?" I said, before I could stop myself, really angry. "Because you really are."

He smiled, shaking his head. Before I realized what he was doing next, I was pushed further against the door and Damon was bending towards my neck.

I shrieked realizing his intent, kicking against him, but he just kept on bending towards me. I tried to focus, but the next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against my throat.

I knew what was coming next and I pushed at him, trying to summon the power of fire, but I was shocked at what he did next.

He kissed me on my throat, his hands pinning me to the door. I felt goose–bumps all over my body and my eyes widened when I felt his teeth, probably his fangs, graze my skin. Was he playing games? Was this how he killed his prey? Playing before he finally killed them?

I gulped as I felt his hand around my neck, caressing me. The very next second, I gasped as I felt his hand in my pocket, digging out my keys.

Only, he silenced me again with a sensual kiss on my throat. I froze again, feeling everything that I wasn't supposed to feel with Damon. Suddenly, I felt like knotting my hands in his hair and pulling him closer. Before I could do anything as stupid as that, I balled my hands into fists.

"Damon," I whispered, with extreme difficulty. I wanted him to keep on kissing me, that's what he was making me feel. But no, I didn't want him to really kiss me. It was a trick. Some vampire voodoo with their prey. "Get off me. That's a warning."

And suddenly, he stilled. His lips were still pressed against my throat and I still felt his sharp teeth against my skin, ready to bite, ready to draw blood. And I felt so good. I wanted him to keep on doing what he was doing but somewhere in the back of my mind, all my instincts were screaming at me to use my power and push him off me. He was playing with me, and I knew that.

Abruptly, Damon shot off me, standing a couple feet away. His eyes were a black as midnight, his fangs were visible and his face looked as if masked. The most prominent feature though, was how his face didn't look like that of Damon. It was a murderer, a killer's face. The veins around his eyes had popped out and he looked at me in a predatory way.

I heard screeching of tires and I breathed in relief as I caught a hint of blue out of the corner of my eye. Elena's car. I sighed with relief.

The next second, he was back to looking like Damon that I knew, a smug smile on his face.

"Next time," he said, taking a step closer, "I wouldn't control myself. I will draw blood."

I was about to reply and I opened my mouth, only he pressed a finger against my lips. "Don't provoke me, witch," he warned me. "I am a killer. And I'm not afraid to kill."

I gulped, looking up at him while he stared me down. His eyes were blue again, but hard as ice.

"And you know what?" He said, bending down to look at me. "You're right. I am evil. I am the monster that you are so convinced of proving me." I looked at him aghast. He had read my thoughts from before. "So keep off me. Because I wouldn't hesitate digging my fangs to draw out your blood. They say a witch's blood is the sweetest and next time, I wouldn't stop myself from experimenting."

Elena was suddenly beside us and looking at us, with her eyes wide open. She pushed Damon aside and was at me, looking at my neck, this way and that.

"Bonnie are you okay? Did he… did he bite you?"

I shook my head, all the while looking at Damon.

"Are you compelled?" She asked me, to which I plainly looked back. She whirled around, looking at Damon now, "Is she compelled?"

I sighed, answering instead of Damon. "Elena, witches cannot be compelled."

Elena looked back at me, worry visible in her eyes. Then, her eyes turned hard again. She looked back at Damon. "Were you going to bite her?"

Damon shrugged, smiling all the while.

"What?" Elena asked, glaring at him. "I asked you to bring her back to the boarding house. And you––"

"You told him to give me a ride?" I asked cutting her off, my eye–brows raised in disbelief.

She looked at me, a bit guilty. "Look, I was late and Damon volunteered… are you okay, Bonnie? What happened here? Why were you guys standing… so close?"

I licked my lips, shutting my eyes closed. I was beginning to have a headache. I knew the whole mall idea was a bad.

"Seriously, what's up?" Elena said, when neither of us replied.

"N–nothing Elena," I answered at last. "Can we go?"

"Are you sure it was nothing?" She tried again. "Damon, what were you going to do? Were you seriously going to bite her?"

Damon looked at Elena, his eyes suddenly soft. Maybe he did love her. Suddenly, his eyes turned back on me. I gulped looking at him while he looked back.

"You know how fun it is to tease her?" Damon asked, looking at Elena now. "I was just foolin' around, Elena. But I hope Bonnie got my message clear."

"Crystal," I replied, my anger rising up again.

"Was he Bonnie?" Elena looked back at me. "Was he just joking?"

I nodded.

"You aren't hurt, right? He didn't hurt you?"

"No, Elena," I replied, a bit irritated with her now. "I'm fine." Then, just to get her off my back, I lied, "Damon was just demonstrating something. I'm alright."

Elena sighed, relief evident in her eyes. "It was taking you guys too long so I came to check on you. I didn't think it was such a good idea to send Damon until after he actually drove away."

Ha! I smiled. You just don't know how right you are, Elena.

Then, she looked at Damon. "Sorry for suspecting you."

"No need," I replied instead. "He is full of whatever it takes to be suspected."

He was fooling Elena and everybody around and nobody understood what he really was. And somehow, I was helping him this time. And I didn't like it.

Damon's eyes were suddenly back on me, looking at me with an intense gaze.

I looked up at Damon and I shouted with as much power as I had. I want to kill you.

"Me too, Bonnie," Damon said, his smile suddenly returning as he walked down the front steps of my porch, "Only remember, you are not the monster here."

With that, Damon was back inside his car, finally leaving us alone.

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