Stronger Than Us All Chapter 1 by Yinx1
Damon
"I REALLY HATE THAT BITICH!" Damon Salvatore yelled as his wounds slowly healed because of the loss and lack of blood.
Stefan rolled his eyes, tossing his brother a towel. "You act surprised at why Rebeckah did this to you, Brother."
"Not Rebeckah, Stefan! Bonnie! She just walked away and didn't even try to save me!" Damon could feel his remaining blood start to boil.
"She did, Damon," Stefan sighed. "She called Elena and Elena told me…who saved you. So actually Bonnie saved you. She didn't have to call anyone after you killed her mother."
"If I remember you were all ready to kill her mom, too." Damon started slowly up the stairs, he saw his brother look away as his jaw tick. "We flipped a coin, Brother. It was going to be one of us to kill Mama Witch…and since everyone hates me…" He stopped in his own thoughts.
"One day she is going to snap you know…" Stefan looked up at him seeing twig of fear in his eldest brother's eyes, knowing his showed fear as well.
"Im not scared of any witch, Stefan... they need to be scared of me," Damon tooted his own horn.
"You should be, Damon. Witches are very powerful and Bonnie is one of the strongest, and she doesn't even use dark magic."
Damon jaw clenched as he looked past his brother towards the front door. "…Yeah I'll await her revenge…but until then we need her on our side."
Stefan turned away facing the parlor, "We did her wrong, Damon for our own selfish reasons…"
"…We deserve whatever she brings our way til then act normal, Brother." Damon flashed slowly up to his room.
Stephen walked slowly to the sunken parlor and poured himself a scotch. Taking a sip he stared into the fire. "I'm sorry, Bonnie."
"FOCUS! YOU ARE NOT FOCUSING!" the False Gram cried as Bonnie levitated her trying to hold her near the ceiling without a change of expression.
"I'm trying, Gram," Bonnie gritted her teeth as she tried to lower her hands.
Levitating without using any movement was going to be a challenge. It would bring a matter of surprise and brief confusion to the attacker which was why False Gram was teaching Bonnie this technique. The small false bedroom in the tomb was in a bit of shambles due to Bonnie dropping False Gram on things. False Gram had insisted on using herself as the only levitating subject. You will need to know how to lift humans not pillows and dressers. "Once you do that inanimate objects will be easier."
Bonnie felt beads of sweat run down the sides of her face. She felt her knees weakening but finally lifted her grandmother look-a-like off the ground without the use of her hands. Grams looked hid her surprise face with a smug dissatisfied one.
"Well done," False Gram waved her thin fragile hand and Bonnie's connection to her lift was gone. "You are almost ready." She settled back to the floor.
"What else is there," Bonnie asked anxiously.
"Patience for one," the figure walked over to the door that lead out to the caves of the tomb. "But you will know when it's time." She gestured quietly to the exit.
Bonnie nodded grabbing her jacket. She thanked her 'Grams' and was stepping out of the tomb when she came face to face with Damon.
"Witch," he acknowledged her with a smirk. His steel blue eyes gave her the once over. "Nice get up,"
Bonnie didn't tear her eyes away from his to look down at her sweats and plain shirt cover up by a like color sweat jacket. "Damon," she gave him the once over but didn't comment on his usual black what was there to comment. She stepped back into the tomb's protection.
Damon chuckled at her action, "Look, I'm not here to hurt you so you might as well come out." His nostrils flared as Bonnie retreated further in. "You want me to come after you, Witch"?
Bonnie turned and walked slowly away. She smiled slyly knowing that Damon hated to be ignored even by those he hated. She turned a corner disappearing from view.
Conflicted Damon paced the entrance. He should go he thought to himself. I tried to apologize the Witch wouldn't let me.But something held him in place. Maybe it was that she hadn't said anything but his name. But he couldn't leave. He called out to her again.
"Bonnie," he used her name. "Can you at least come from around the corner! Bonnie-ee."
No answer.
"Fine I'm leaving," he turned vamping to his car where he sat and waited. He waited until dusk and he saw her coming forcefully but cautiously out. He waited again until she was far from the tomb to retreat back before going after her.
Bonnie felt his cool rush of air and stopped in her tracks as he stood before her.
"Bout time, Bonnie-ee," he complained, "I could have been trying to figure out a end to Klaus and you, Witch were nowhere to be found."
Bonnie gave him a curt smile but said nothing as she waited for what he wanted to say.
Damon was out of his element. The witch always had something to say about him something smartass too but now. So he just cut to the chase. He glanced away before looking back into her misty hazel eyes, "I'm sorry about your mother." He wondered if she heard him for there was no change in her expression.
Bonnie gazed into his icy blue eyes and saw sincerity, "Thank you, Damon," she said then moved around him to walk further into the forest. Damon was at her side.
Damon blinked rapidly, "What's got your panties up your crack."
Bonnie didn't answer keeping her face and all her focus ahead.
"Hey," he poked her shoulder and she stopped again Damon moved in front.
"Damon."
"What's up with you"?
"Can ask the same thing about you, Damon, walking alone in a forest with a witch. A vampire like you should be more careful."
Her voice was calm unlike anything Damon had heard of and he for the first time was scared. Though his face revealed nothing his eyes did. And it brought joy to Bonnie.
Bonnie walked around him again. She was surprised when he was at her side again. "You're not heeding my warning Damon you must like living in danger."
The simple stillness in her voice was frightening still but he pressed her to talk. "It's you I'm with, Bonnie."
"Maybe you shouldn't trust me so blindly."
Damon grabbed her wrist forcing her to face him. "The hell is wrong with you!"
Bonnie tried to push out but he held her gripping her tight against his side. A powerful aneurysm was given and Damon fell to his knees. Blood vessels started popping. He tried to yell for her to stop but everything went black. Bonnie was gone by the time he came to.
Damon screeched to a halt in front of the craftsman style house. He had a right mind to set it a blaze. His eyes fell to the porch and there she sat on the steps as if she was waiting. He vamped out his car and was a few steps away when he stopped swallowing he turned back. Getting in his car he sped off his dead heart pounding in his chest.
Damon made it the boarding house, upon opening the door he stopped at the threshold. The scent of lilies and peppermint filled his nose. It can't be. Hearing the chatter he made his way the living room, and there she was but how?
Bonnie was sitting next to Caroline with Jeremy on the arm of the loveseat. Elena was standing next to Stefan by the mantle, Tyler and Matt standing guard by the windows. But Bonnie, how?
"Damon are you okay"? Elena asked walking forward. The older vampire was staring hard at her best friend like he had seen a ghost.
"Of course, E-len-a, why wouldn't I be"? His eyes rolled at her, but he made his way to bar. Whiskey…it would be whiskey tonight.
"Because you're paler…um than usual," she turned away heading back to Stefan.
"You worried about me, E-len-a"? Damon filled his glass to the brim and down it. He poured another lesser more of his usual amount in the glass before turning around. His eyes immediately found Bonnie's. Her eyes looked back but nothing was in them. "Where were you today, Bonnie?"
"Why is my business any of yours, Damon"? Her tone was even nothing out of ordinary of her response, but something twinkled, like simmering coals, in her eyes that only he saw.
It sent a chill down his spine but it didn't stop him from pursuing her. He walked over plopping down on the couch he placed his feet up on the coffee table crossing them at the ankle. "Cause it is, Bonnie-ee. I need to know where, my Witch is at all time," he looked at her over the glass as he drank. "You seem sad."
It was like the air was sucked out of the room; all eyes focus on Bonnie. Hers remain on the man that asked the question.
Stefan stepped in and away from Elena, "You are out of line, Brother."
Bonnie stood up, "I don't need you or ever asked you to save me, Stefan." Her eyes narrowed at him. Stefan took a step back. She grabbed her bag, "Just trust me, on this plan." Stefan nodded. Her eyes left Stefan's landing on Tyler's as she moved around her friend Caroline. "I will see you guys later, I'll call you, Care, tonight."
"Bonnie." She turned to Elena's voice. "Can I talk to you tonight as well." The brown hair beauty thought her friend couldn't say no to her in a room full of their friends.
"I'm tired, Elena." Bonnie said before turning around hurrying to the door, but stopped when blue eyes stood in front of her.
"Let me walk you to your car," Damon grabbed her arm firmly almost yanking her to the door. Bonnie didn't struggle but allowed him to take her outside. "Where were you just now"?
"I was here, Damon, where else would I be"? She blinked innocently up at him.
Damon let her go. "Oh, I don't know maybe your house," he sneered watching closely.
Bonnie dug out her keys from her purse. "Damon I'm tired," she sighed wearily.
"Yeah, I know, you told Elena that inside. But not so tired to talk to Vamp Barbie. She just wanted to talk."
Bonnie unlocked her car door but Damon held it closed. Letting out a loud whine, "What so you want me to talk to Elena? The girl that could have gotten rid of the Originals if she had kept her mouth shut. That Elena Damon!" She advanced and he stumbled backing away. "The one who got my mother killed. The one you flipped a coin over."
Damon was wide eyed, "How did you know…" was the last thing he got out of his mouth before it was forced shut. He tried vamping away but he couldn't. He tried to bare his fangs he couldn't. All he could do was stare in utter fear and dread. For once since becoming a vampire Damon Salvatore feared for his life.
"I bet if your mother could see what you have become Damon. What would she think of you"? Damon gasped gripping his chest. The jab felt as if he had been stab with the sharpest stake. Bonnie stepped away hurrying back to her car. "Oh Damon."
He blinked what he had never known he could produced, tears as a vampire. Damon looking over at the small blue bug car.
"I hope Elena pussy is worth those you had to destroy to get it." Bonnie drove off. "We were happy until you came here."
The stake twisted. Damon walked back to the boarding house. They asked questions but he refused to answer he couldn't there was so much weight, so much guilt flowing over him. He rushed to his room telling everyone he wanted to be alone.
She was a young girl no more that sixteen; she had green eyes like evergreens, beautiful eyes. He watched as if a reel of film played in his head as death came to them and they weren't forever green anymore.He was a good friend one of his best friends that was always up for a good time. And knew how to keep his mouth shut during questioning from their parents. A childhood friend. But he laid there on the dew kissed grass a whole as large as his fist gushed forth blood from his throat.
Damon shook his head hitting it with his fists. His switch, his emotional switch, why wasn't it working. Weak kneed he fell to the ground covered head to toe with sweat. His switch.
She was his best friend. Correction his brothers best friend. All because she interfered in his plan. 162 she had helped him through it all. And she laid decaying in the bottom of the ravine along with Vicki and Aimee from the masquerade party.
"I DIDN'T KILL HER!" He screamed he gripped his raven locks.
"Ah, but did you call her parents," Bonnie's voice asked him. She was in his head speaking to him in a sweet whisper but it was becoming more ruthless.
"Her parents still have hope that their daughter is alive. But their hope is in the bottom of the ravine isn't, Damon."
Damon began to sob as more flashes of his murders played in his head. "I didn't have time, Elena..."
"Ah yes Elena. Tell me, Damon, what trick up her sleeve does she do to have you so...whipped"?
Bonnie gave a shrill laugh. "You much have had have her to do anything for her, right. But wait, Damon, it was Katerina...or Katherine that you spent with. So again Damon I ask you. What has ELENA GILBERT DONE FOR YOU THAT YOU WOULD KILL HER BEST FRIENDS MOTHER!"
"Nothing," he wailed tears streamed down his cheeks and neck into his shirt. "She has done nothing for me its Katherine. I wanted Katherine."
"But she don'twant you either, Damon. So sad no one wants you. Me-haha-when you first came to mystic falls I thought you were easy on the eyes. But you went after Caroline. Well compelled her into it, raping her."
Damon moaned falling to the floor. The guilt was was over-bearing painful, "I didn't…"
"If a woman's mindisn't her own Damon its rape. How many have you raped since at least four women, five counting Rebekah, have rejected you. Is it the only way a good looking guy like yourself can get laid"? She laughed again.
Damon curled up into a ball the images still came. "Please leave," he begged her, his bottom lip quivering.
"See that's were I can't unfortunately, you have to atone for you sins, Damon. You have killed many, so many that I'm tired sending you their images. Care will be calling me in five minutes; she must have just gotten home. Shall we continue tomorrow," she asked kindly. "I'll take your silence as a yes. Good night Damon."
It was quiet. Shaky hand rose up gripping the white comforter of his bed. Damon pulled himself up to stand leaning on the foot board for balance. Tremors didn't even describe his appearance. His dark hair stood on ends his face red and blotchy, and sweat seem to continually seep through his skin.
"Oh and Damon." Bonnie voice filled his head once more. Damon's body tensed closing his eyes against what he didn't want to hear. "Here's your switch back."
Just as the pain suffering carnage he had done came flooding back; it was gone and he felt like his old self. Stumbling into his bathroom, Damon stripped himself naked and into the steam shower to wash off his tears and sweat wishing the hot water could wash away more.
Bonnie let out a eased breath as she came out of her trance. "Not even a thank you for giving him his switch back." She mumbled rolling her eyes before hoping off her bed. She began to dress for bed. Her phone rang.
Smiling she answered, "Hey, Care."
"How are you, Bonnie, what was up with Damon tonight. He was such an asshole to you. Did you light his ass up"?
More like his mind. "No, I gave him a little headache, Care."
"Did he say anything to you when he walked you to your car"?
Bonnie text ring rang. "Asked me why I was being a bitch to, Elena."
Tyler: I'm ready whatever it takes.
Bonnie smiled, Good Boy.