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The witches here didn't trust her. She was sure that was why none of them were willing to help her get home and why she received the looks she received whenever she ventured into town.
She held onto Damon's hand tightly as she moved down the dark cobbled streets, her other arm holding the bag of herbs she was going to sell. She wasn't fond of the looks some of the witches were shooting Damon and the auras they were letting off. She could tell Damon felt it too by how closely he was following her.
She glanced back at him, heart sinking upon seeing the pained expression and downcast eyes. Anger flared up inside of her as she pulled him closer to her protectively. She was mad, furious. The witches knew of Damon's mental state, they knew he was harmless, they did not have to treat him like that. They had done it too him.
Bonnie sighed loudly, reigning her emotions back in. It was pointless to get mad. She had already explained to Damon why so many of the witches were mean to him. She had called them stupid, then explained it was because he was different, special. She had told him that people were afraid of things that were different and that if they knew him, they would like him just as much as she did.
Damon hadn't seemed very convinced, but that wasn't anything cookies couldn't fix, well make him forget about.
The place she would sell her herbs was across from a park and Damon watched the children kicking around a ball with yearning. He knew he couldn't play with them, he didn't even bother to ask anymore. He just seemed sad. Bonnie heart broke again. This was why she avoided coming to town as much as possible.
After selling the herbs she tried negotiating a cheaper price for the herbs she needed but ended up using up most of her savings on them anyway. Hopefully her spell would work. Because she had promised Damon pancakes, she lead him into a restaurant and took a seat.
Damon looked around excitedly, bouncing in his seat. "We haven't been here before, Bonnie." He observed. Bonnie was thankful no one in the restaurant was openly staring. He sucked on his soda and smiled at her.
"I thought we would try a new place," that and the manager had 'kindly' asked her not to come back with her vampire. The waitress returned and dropped their plates of pancakes and bacon down hard before stomping off. Damon obliviously dug into his meal. Bonnie sighed.
"You sigh all of the time," Damon observed, chewing.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth, bed bug." She said lightly.
Damon made a face but waited until he finished chewing before saying, "are you going to read tonight?"
Bonnie took a sip of her drink. "I was thinking you could read to me this time."
Damon looked alarmed, fork stopping inches from his mouth. "I-I," he frowned, "I don't know how."
"Yes you do," she told him, "you've been learning and you've been doing very well."
Damon looked down shyly, chewing. "Nah-uh, Bonnie, you should read."
Bonnie grinned. "Nope," she shook her head, "you are and that's finale. You'll do fine, bed bug."
He frowned but nodded after awhile. They ate the rest of their meal in silence.
(TAD)
Bonnie exited the diner with Damon's hand tightly clutched in hers. She frowned deeply when three women dressed in dark blue robes surrounded them. The Witches Council members. This couldn't be good. She pulled Damon closer to her.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Bennett," the one in the middle greeted, she was a tall red head with pale blue eyes"Damon."
Bonnie stiffened while Damon smiled kindly. "Good afternoon," he greeted back. Bonnie didn't bother.
"Two nights ago there was an attack on a private settlement near Charleston – four children and eight adults were bled dry." Said a witch with dark brown skin, obviously impatient.
"It was not, Damon." Bonnie nearly growled, the air crackled with magic. The dark brown witch responded in kind. Damon whimpered and pressed into her.
The red head held up a hand and sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. "Calm down, Ms. Bennett," she shot the witch next to her a stern look, "we already know it was not Damon who attacked those witches. It was a rouge 'Blood thief' who escaped from the mountain. We came to you because we require your help, rather, the help of your vampire."
Bonnie calmed down and frowned. She glanced at Damon, who was already looking at her with wide eyes.
"Damon's help?" Hell no. Absolutely not. But before she could decline the red head spoke up again.
"Yes and before you refuse, hear us out." The woman spoke. She motioned for Bonnie and Damon to follow her from in front of the diners door and towards an outdoor sitting area. "I understand your resistance, especially considering how we have treated you both since you've gotten here. But we need Damon to track down the 'Blood thief', who must have a witch working with him because we cannot find him."
Bonnie frowned. "How would Damon be able to find it?"
The woman hesitated, which is when Bonnie instantly knew she would like it. "A spell we would cast, it would be a very minor binding spell, it would enable us, through Damon, to be able to track down the 'Blood thief' through his eyes."
Bonnie was already shaking her head. "And why can't one of your witches do it?"
"It'll only work with Damon because he and the 'Blood Thief' are similar creatures."
Bonnie was still shaking her head. "No."
"We are willing to help you find a way home to your dimension," the blonde witch finally spoke up. "The spell you are attempting now will not succeed. If you help us, we'll help you. We cannot have these blood creatures back on our land after finally getting rid of them."
Bonnie gritted her teeth, she didn't really have a choice. The witches were bitches but they weren't known to be liars. "What will happen? I'm not going to do it if it'll hurt Damon."
"He'll dream at the worse. His dreams will give us clues to the location of the 'Blood thief'. It'll only last twenty-four hours. You have our word, Bonnie." The red head said humbly. "Please help us."
"You'll help us with the spell home and give me the spell needed to make Damon normal again."
The red head hesitated. "You'll only use the spell once you've returned to you own world." The woman relented. Bonnie nodded, deciding that was fair. "So, do we have a deal, Ms. Bennett?"
Bonnie looked up at the silent Damon beside her. "I don't know, it's not up to me." She smiled at Damon. "Do you want to help them, Damon?" She knew he would. He was too innocent and trusting to not want too.
He smiled back at her, oblivious to her disinclination. "Of course," he looked at the witches, "I would love to help you." Bonnie squeezed his hand.
"Wonderful," said the red head, "we'll cast the spell late tomorrow evening. We'll send someone to your home and do the spell while there. Thank you very much, Bonnie, Damon."
Bonnie hoped she wouldn't regret this.