"Tell me what happened?"
The shock of finding out that Bonnie was dead still did not settle in yet. He found that he could not have sex with Elena last night and that was a first for him. He could always lose himself inside of Elena. He would zone out of the world and have no worries. He didn't think about the vampires that always came to Mystic Falls or his brother who he oddly missed. Those things were out of sight and out of mind. All that matter was him and Elena and sometimes he wished that he could take Elena from here, to a world that just existed with them two. Then they could be happy.
"I died."
"I see that, Bonnie." He bit out. "But, how did you? We all thought you were with your mom this summer."
Bonnie stood on the other side of his room. She looked like Bonnie but different. She held her arms around herself and ever since she appeared in his room, she refused to tell him how she died. Her lips were firmly pressed together and it was annoying the life out of Damon.
"Well can you at least tell me how I see you?" He asked. It had been on his mind all night. Jeremy was the one who could usually see ghosts, but why did she appear in front of him? To make my life hell.
"I don't know. When I died, I thought that Jeremy would be able to see me but he can't. It's weird." She said as she plopped down on the floor. Damon wanted to make a snide remark about her sitting down when she was a ghost but he decided against it. Too early.
"I know. He's been whiny about it all summer." Damon said as he rolled his eyes thinking about Jeremy. He glanced at Bonnie and could see a smile tugging at her frown.
Honestly, he didn't get the whole Bonnie and Jeremy thing. It was one of those weird relationships that he never tried to dwell on. Why anyone would want to date baby Gilbert? He did not know. Then again at one point he thought the same about the witch. Bonnie was… untouchable. It was like she had ten layers of concrete over her heart. She was icy and Damon didn't particularly like that. He loved a challenge like the next man but Bonnie was more than a challenge. She was an everlasting marathon.
"Okay, you can wipe the smile off your face." He mocked and her face pinched at his words. "Why did you appear in front of me then?"
Bonnie scuffed at his words. She brought her knees up to her chest as she leaned on her palms.
"I didn't. I just wanted to check up on Elena and make sure she was okay. You just happened to be there." She said with an eye roll. "It's strange though because you never seen me before. Granted…"
"Granted what?"
"Granted, you probably wouldn't have been able to see me anyway with your tongue constantly shoved down Elena's throat."
Damon's mouth twitched but he refused to laugh at Bonnie. He was supposed to be the funny one anyway. He hummed annoyingly on purpose as he thought about his next question.
"How are we going to save you?"
"Huh?" Damon raised an eyebrow.
"Come on, Bon-bon. We need to plan this whole save-the-witch thing out. I like you better as Bonnie the Teenage Witch not Bonnie the Teenage Ghost-"
"Or your scared that I'll ruin your summer of love."
Damon frowned at her words and then shrugged. He had always been a man of honesty.
"True. I always thought you were the smart one between you and the blondie."
Bonnie stared at him and he stared back. Sometimes he did go too far on purpose and this time was not one of them. Bonnie blinked before looking away.
"I saved Jeremy." She said. Damon knew that. Everyone knew that Bonnie saved Jeremy. There was no way that Jeremy could just pop out of the blue. How in the process of saving Jeremy and going to her mom-
"You died saving Jeremy." He said. Bonnie did not say anything and he took that as a yes.
Damon did not know how to feel. He wanted to be angry with her. How could she risk her life like that for Jeremy? But then he thought about how Elena reacted to Jeremy's death. How much it hurt her and he was honestly terrified to see Elena without her humanity. Without her humanity, she was something different. She wasn't Elena. Bonnie died giving her life up for Jeremy.
"Did you know? Did you know that you were going to die?" He didn't know why he felt so angry, but it was pouring out into his voice. He was glad that Jeremy was back despite how much of a cock blocker he was. He made Elena happy. Happy Elena equaled a happy him. Bonnie did a good thing. But the idea of her dying without anyone. It bothered him. It was sad.
"I don't regret it. I'm glad that all of my friends are happy and Jeremy is alive. That's all that matters."
"Yeah, it was a great plan, Bonnie. I'm glad that you brought Jeremy back but maybe you should have not gotten yourself killed in the process." He growled out. He needed a drink. All he could think about was how he would explain this to Elena. He could imagine the hurt in her eyes. Her trying to process the situation. A drink would be perfect right now.
"Screw you, Damon. I wanted Jeremy back. Elena was miserable."
"Well, imagine how miserable she is going to be when she finds out that her best friend died for her. How is she going to react then Bonnie?" Damon growled as he walked over to his dresser and grabbed his private bottle of scotch. He always kept one around. Liquor was a great thing and always managed to keep him calm. He needed to be calm. Pouring the brown liquor into the glass, he watched it and could imagine how many of these he would pour when Elena said that she would want to break up because of guilt.
Damon snatched the glass and downed it. The burn of the liquor warmed his throat and he could feel the heat ignite inside of him. Visions of him being in this huge house by himself angered him. He threw the glass across the room and Bonnie yelped. He was angry.
"Dammit, Bonnie." He muttered. He was scared. He wished that Stefan was here. Not because Stefan would know what to do but at least he would be able to tell someone.
"I already told you. Don't tell them. Let them be happy-"
"What about college, Bonnie? There getting ready to go in a couple of weeks. You think they won't notice their best friend is not there?"
"Tell them I'm traveling. Tell them that I went to the Grand Canyon-" Damon snorted.
"The Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon! You're dead Bonnie! You're dead. How long can we lie about that?"
Damon would have jumped if he had not been used to vampires running up on him. Bonnie appeared in front of him and her face was filled with anger. It looked like she wanted to hit him, slap him, punch him, but as she raised her hand it faltered. She couldn't touch him. Pitiful. This whole situation was pitiful. He wasn't a witch. What would he be able to do to save Bonnie?
"Damon, can you at least not be an asshole for one second of your life?"
"When you stop pretending to be a martyr." He gasped as Bonnie flew through him. She felt so cold. So cold that his heart almost stopped. He turned around quickly and she stood a few feet away glaring at him.
"Fuck you, Damon. Fuck you." She said her mouth screwed, eyes glazed with tears. "Why you of all people?"
Damon watched her go and wonder to himself the same thing. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to know?