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"Damon, please don't do this." Bonnie said, her hands out in front of her, begging for compliance. "Please don't shut me out."
"I'm doing it because I love you." Damon replied.
"Then hate me," she countered vehemently, "hate me and stay."
The Ties That Bind – Watch Them Unravel
When Bonnie walked away from Damon, she'd intended to go back to the wedding, find Caroline or Matt and get the hell away from everything. She kept hearing Damon's words run through her head, the utter anguish in every syllable uttered, the acute horror that shone in his eyes as he held her gaze. It hurt her more than the way he sneered at her, or the way he used to sneer at her. Knowing how he really felt, under it all, was what made her take pause, what made her feet fumble. A part of the feeling stemmed from jealousy – the luxury of turning it all off had always been somewhat cowardly to her, but after everything, everything with Damon and with Kai…she envied that ability now. She wanted a break too, but the odds of that happening were never in her favour.
"I'm doing it because I love you," she muttered to the trees angrily as she stomped her way back to the reception, "Who the hell does he think he is?" A shrill scream cut through the trees and caused her heart to triple in pace. Kicking off her heels she ran back to the reception area, prepared for the worst. But even she couldn't have expected this. Elena and Caroline were staring each other down, their eyes bleeding into a red-black, frightening the other guests who weren't as privy to the goings on of the supernatural world. How there were any of them left, Bonnie wondered, was a miracle in itself. Both vampires had their fangs bared and their hands splayed at their sides. The witch hurried over and came to stand between them while Jeremy and Matt ushered the guests away, muttering incoherent words of consolation. "Easy." Bonnie said, her hands out between the two of them, "I don't think this is the time or the place."
"On the contrary," Bonnie's eyes pressed closed for a long moment at the sound of his voice, "I think this is exactly the time and place." Stefan's eyes darted from Bonnie's face to Damon's and back again, before returning to volleying between Caroline and Elena. Damon was standing a few feet away, nonchalant as ever. He crossed his arms as his smile widened, blue eyes glued to Bonnie. Stefan flashed to stand behind Bonnie, also positioning himself between the two vampires.
"What's with you?" Stefan asked and Damon's smiled twisted at the edges, so close to a full blown snarl. He laughed, the sound sending chills over everyone left at the reception.
"I think you have more important matters to discuss right now, brother." His blue eyes shone. "It seems that the fair Elena was never mine to begin with," he raised his hands, palms out, feigning surprise, "Lord knows no one saw that coming." Another bout of laughter. "And now I get to see her tear through her 'best friend' to get you back," he sucked air through his teeth and winced, "Just when you moved on, huh. How's that for timing?"
"Shut up, Damon!" Bonnie yelled. The elder Salvatore snickered and crossed his arms again.
"Did he…" Stefan's voice faded off at the end and Bonnie craned her neck to look up at him over her shoulder, her eyes were hard when she nodded her head. Stefan swallowed, his frown in full blossom as he nodded back once in understanding.
"Bonnie, I suggest you move out of the way." Caroline said, low and slow. Bonnie turned her head to curl a brow at her blonde friend.
"Or what Forbes?" The witch countered, "Let's hear it." Damon whistled in the background.
"Elena always does this!" The blonde burst out, Stefan's eyes were keeping a steady gaze on both her and Elena. "She always acts like her feelings are the only ones that matter and I'm sick of it." Bonnie swallowed. She'd thought Caroline would have gone the usual route; the 'It's always Elena' or the 'Why not me?'. But this? Who could fight her on this?
"Doesn't mean you get to go on a rampage at Alaric and Jo's wedding." Bonnie reasoned.
"She came at me!" Caroline snapped, "Shoving me out of the way and trying to kiss Stefan." Bonnie's eyes ballooned; well, that explained Stefan's silence.
"He was never yours!" Elena shouted, "Everyone knows," her eyes were dark and dangerous, "Stefan and I…we're meant to be."
"Then why did you fuck his brother?" Caroline shouted. Elena reeled back and flashed forward. Bonnie grunted in annoyance and sent a pulse of magic at the brunette vampire, sending her skidding across the floor – out cold. Turning, her face the picture of power, she sent another pulse of power at Caroline, who was still wild eyed and poised to run for Elena. The blonde spun backwards and landed with an 'oof' a good few metres in the other direction. Bonnie stood to her full height and turned to Stefan.
"You and Matt clean this up." She said, "Jeremy can help if he's up to it –"
"What are you going to do?" Bonnie turned to where Damon had been standing, unsurprised when he was no longer there. She drew in a breath and looked back up at Stefan.
"I'm going to get your brother back." She said determinedly. Stefan's mouth plopped open.
"Bonnie, you can't –"
"Yes, I can," she cut him off with a frown, "And I will."
How many leather jackets can one Damon Salvatore have? Bonnie asked herself as she rifled through his things in the boarding house. She needed something tied to him, or whatever's left of him at present. Sighing in frustration she stepped away from his closet and looked around her. She'd spent ages in this house; sure she didn't know every nook and cranny but she knew enough to be a little more creative than this. Closing her eyes she muttered a spell, drawing on the places where his energy was the strongest. One object in particular called to her immediately, and she frowned when she felt a part of herself tethered to the item as well. When she opened her eyes Ms Cuddles was floating in front of her, arm's length away. Frowning deeply she snatched the bear out of the magical hold and looked down at it, like the thing itself could explain to her why Damon's essence was tied to it so wholly.
"…Weird," she muttered, "Definitely weird." More so because not once had she even inquired where the bear had been until now, she knew she'd sent it to him to deter Kai's plans of coming back to the present day – but…why would it be tied to Damon now? Perhaps in her death and through his possession of it…but even that was a stretch. Or was it? Holding the bear to her chest she closed her eyes again, muttering the spell, pushing through her distraction, but nothing pulsed stronger than the bear in her hands and she huffed in annoyance. "Have it your way, Damon." She muttered to his empty bedroom. Just then something occurred to her and she tightened her hold on the teddy, and shuddered when her magic sank back into her bones. A moan fell from her lips and she staggered a little but held her ground. Blinking through the dizzying fog shrouding her thoughts she felt nothing but Damon between the synthetic fibres of the toy and though it made no sense it was exactly what she needed to get her best friend back.
Doing a locator spell without actually harming the object of the person you're looking for required more effort than usual but Bonnie breezed through it. In fact, so much power was surging through her at present that the minute the spell took hold she saw through Damon's eyes for a brief moment. He was heading walking into the Grille. Dropping Ms Cuddles and grabbing her keys she high tailed it to the bar before he could do anything reckless.
When she stepped into the building he was leaning against the bar; eyes bright, chatting up some waitress. She shook her head at him but squared her shoulders and marched over.
"Uh, buh, buh." He tisked when she was within earshot, and after a flurry of movement he had the waitress by the throat, her back pressed into him, fangs at the ready. The poor girl didn't even scream. Bonnie looked around and everyone else continued as if nothing were amiss. Narrowed green eyes met wickedly glimmering blue ones and Bonnie raised her hands. "You say you love me," Damon went on, "But I know you better than you think."
"Doubtful." Bonnie muttered and his smile sharpened.
"You have this need," he said, the leather jacket squelching around his elbows as he tightened his hold on the girl, "To save people. People who don't even deserve to be saved so I know," his eyes flashed red and black for a moment, "The more people I kill," he chuckled as his one fang grazed the waitresses long neck, "The angrier you'll get," he ran his nose along the girl's neck and Bonnie's jaw tightened when she watched a single tear slip down the waitress' cheek, "The more you'll hurt me," he pouted thoughtfully, "The more you'll dislike me, hate me…" Bonnie frowned then. "The sooner you'll leave me alone."
"So you're doing all this because you think I can't walk away from you? That I can't stop caring about you?" Bonnie dropped her hands and chuckled softly, "You'd think with your emotions off you'd be able to see past your colossal ego." She rolled her eyes and ran a hand over her face with a long sigh before she looked at him again. "Kill her, then." Bonnie said. "Go on," her face was hard. "Drain her dry Damon and see what happens."
"I know exactly what happens." He snapped, "You give me an aneurysm." Bonnie made a loud noise, like a buzzer and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Wrong," the witch said with a loaded gaze, "You hurt her and I kill you."
"You wouldn't." He sneered.
"No?" She quirked a brow, "The Damon I care about, the one I would never dream of hurting, the one who would never dream of hurting me in anyway…you made sure he left me… you're the reason I might never see him again – why the hell would I be gentle with you?" She took a step forward then, "Why would I settle for just an aneurysm?" She jerked forward, her magic wrapping around his skull like a vice. He dropped the girl with a loud shout and Bonnie waved a hand over the girl, moving her swiftly aside as the witch kept her eyes on the writhing vampire. "Why stop there?" She hummed angrily, "Hmm?" She fisted her left hand and his back arched, her right hand swung around and raised up, lifting him, twisting him. "How you thought you'd even get to threaten me, or someone else's life is beyond me Damon…you might feel nothing about it but I know you still remember us and everything that happened since we met." Her eyes glimmered with sparks of magic as she began snapping his bones, increasing the intensity of the aneurysm. "You don't get to test me, I don't care how much it hurts that the women you loved didn't love you back – you don't get to manhandle and disregard my love because it isn't enough for you." She spat, watching as his body hung mid-air; his screams cut off with a tilt of her head. She made the power of the aneurysm ebb and flow so that he wouldn't pass out; she made sure he got caught in the brunt of the pain with no promise of relief.
The sounds of snapping bone still came, tearing sinew, torn flesh. She walked forward. "You wanted to turn it off, fine," she hissed, putting a hand against his side and transporting them to the woods. "You don't want to feel miserable about the choices you made? Fine. You don't wanna admit that you were wrong in any of this…fine!" His shouts returned, louder, like howls, "But don't ever, try and make me suffer because you're too much of a coward to face your reality." She flung him against a tree and released him of the aneurysm, but yanked him up and pinned him to a wide trunk with dense wall of magic that burned him each time he moved. "Don't ever treat me like I'm the naïve little witch you first met when you came here, because I'm not. You made sure of that, underestimating me, belittling me, hurting me, treating me like I was nothing more than a means to an end for you…and look at us Damon…look what you're doing to us now." She walked to him with a glare on her face, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" She wondered, her eyes searching his face, "To me? You knew I'd never give up on you so what? Why go through with it?" She shook her head and put a hand to his torso again and they reappeared at the mouth of the cave. "It's your choice Damon," she said when his wide, wild eyes met hers and caught onto what she was doing, "Come back or stay in here for good." She shook her head when he made to speak. "And before you say I 'wouldn't' ask yourself this, how long were you planning on staying like this? Years? The rest of my life?" She ducked her head and eyed him out as he tried to avoid her gaze, "Because that's how long you'll stay here if you don't man the hell up."
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