YAY I updated. Sorry it took so long. Soooooo much work right now. Taking the SAT's Saturday! lol. THis should be fun. Can't wait for March 15th! VD come back! So here it goes...
Chapter 2: Sanguine e Incen
Then Damons's eyes suddenly opened, he released Alaric's arm jumping back off her couch. He was leaning against the far wall, shadowed.
His eyes were wild and red. His fangs were still extended, his true nature showing. One arm wrapped around his bare chest covering his wounds. He looked from Bonnie to Alaric, "What's going on?"he asked almost feverishly.
"Just calm down. You were hurt pretty bad." Bonnie said.
Damon looked down at himself then up to Bonnie, then his eyes rolling back into his head as he slumped down onto the floor breathing heavily. His face changed back to normal, he wiped his bloody face with the back of his hand.
Alaric weary from blood loss stood while Bonnie rushed over to Damon. She knelt next to him on the floor.
"The house…"Damon said, "..it's gone." His knees were bent; his head fell downward so his raven locks covered his face.
"I'm sorry." Bonnie said, not sure why she insisted on comforting him. Damon looked up mildly surprised then looked to Alaric. His mouth opened then closed like he was having difficulty articulating what he wanted to say. Eventually he muttered a small "…thanks."
Alaric chuckled and jokingly said, "Wow, I thought I'd never see the day Damon Salvatore appreciated help." Damon gave a small smile in return, "Don't get used to it" he laughed.
"I should be thanking you though. I still don't understand why…"Damon said to Bonnie, completely serious.
"I-um… well, you shouldn't be thanking me yet, you're still bleeding." Bonnie gestured to Damon who looked down at himself gasping.
"Got beat pretty bad…"Damon muttered staring at the hole in his chest, still partially unhealed. Bonnie and Alaric helped him back onto the couch, then Alaric sat beside Damon coaxing him to relax. "Damon, do you remember what happened?"
He nodded, "It was Klaus. Sort of. Klaus wasn't invited inside the house, but Stefan was." Bonnie's eyes widened, it was Stefan.
"I was having a drink when I heard the front door open. Before I could get up a stake was through me. Two other humans were there, they started pouring gasoline around the house, then they dropped a match." Damon closed his eyes then continued. "I told Stefan, he could change, that he still has people that care about him and he just laughed. He killed one of the humans with him to prove it. Then he said, 'You should have stopped looking.'"
Bonnie consoled him, "Damon, he might have been compelled. You never know."
"No, I saw the look in his eyes. He wants to kill; he gave into his craving, the bloodlust." Damon groaned, his breath becoming more rapid. "I think the stake may have punctured a lung." he chuckled with a frown.
Alaric pushed him to lie down on the couch. "Caroline is coming with blood bags. Just hang in there."
"You guys just like it that I have no shirt on." he smirked. Bonnie gave him a small smile, "I'm glad you're alive Damon…"
Damon opened his mouth to respond but closed it right after, at a loss for words once again. Bonnie then left the living room returning with some gauze and a blanket. Alaric in the midst of waiting for Caroline and minor blood loss, fell asleep on the armchair.
"Never guessed that Alaric would snore." Damon said jokingly.
Bonnie looked over at Damon, "You know, he was really worried about you…"
"I know. In truth, I didn't think I would survive the fire…"
"Here," Bonnie passed him a buddle of gauze, "for your…yeah, until it stops bleeding."
Damon nodded thankfully. "You can give the blanket to Alaric; he probably needs it more than I do now."
"You don't even have a shirt on though."Bonnie smiled. "Do I look like I need a blanket to cover my ridiculously hot body…but thanks for asking." he smirked.
Bonnie sighed as Damon smirked catching her looking at his chest which was still "ridiculously hot", despite the cuts and burns. But Bonnie would never admit that to anyone. "Just remember Bonnie, its Damon the compulsive flirt…"she kept telling herself.
Bonnie put the blanket over Alaric then sat down on the floor next to the couch leaning against it. She sifted through her grandmothers' Grimoire. "I wasn't strong enough today," she thought to herself. She could have died in the fire; her spells weren't nearly as powerful as she wanted them to be. Especially after the witches and Emily had stopped helping her. She couldn't even find a spell to help Damon…
. "Bonnie..." She looked up in surprise, he used her name.
"…why did you save me?" Damon asked softly.
"Damon…"Bonnie replied, "I-". Just then the doorbell rang. Bonnie took this opportunity to get away. She opened the door to see Caroline.
"Care. Thanks for coming." Bonnie said in relief.
"You sounded so upset, why wouldn't I come, so why do you need these?" she held up a mini cooler, filled with several blood bags.
"I'll explain, please come in." Bonnie nodded. Caroline entered her home and immediately stopped. "I smell, blood. A lot of it."
"That's kinda why we need the blood."Bonnie responded, unintentionally uttering blood in a tone she never expected from herself. Bonnie brushed the though off as she tried to explain the situation to Caroline, making their way to the living room. Caroline followed shortly behind.
Soon Caroline was filled in on the happenings of that night, and Damon was drinking heavily from his second blood bag. Alaric was awake looking even more tired than before he slept.
"Wow, what are we going to do?" Caroline asked feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation.
"I really don't know." Bonnie replied.
There was a loud slurp and Damon spoke, "There is nothing to do. We just need to follow Stefan's advice and stop looking. We don't have the assets to defeat Klaus and Stefan obviously doesn't want to return to his life here."
"But what about Elena…"Caroline exclaimed.
"I'm sorry to be the one to say it, but she needs to move on." Bonnie sadly stated.
"Try to convince her to." Damon stated, "She's not going to want to give up on him. I don't want to give up either. But besides Stefan, we have other pressing matters."
Alaric responded rubbing his temple, "How are we going to explain how Damon survived the fire and the dead body. It's not like Damon, no offense, can compel the entire town."
"Bonnie could look up some spells that could help." Caroline chipped in trying to help.
"I'll look in my grimoire but I doubt there will be any involving compulsion." Bonnie replied.
Damon stayed silent. His eyes were distant.
Bonnie sighed in frustration, "It's been a long day. I think we should all go home, and we can talk about this tomorrow."
"Bye guys, I'll try to get some info from my mom in the meantime. Also," Carline looked at Damon then to Bonnie, "Don't let him do anything stupid" Caroline Forbes then sped out of the house.
Damon scoffed at her remark.
Alaric then stood, "Damon can stay with me if he wants. I don't have much room though."
"I can take care of myself. Thanks. Plus I'm happy right here with Bon bon." Damon said attempting to stand. Bonnie immediately pushed him back down.
"Thanks but Damon's got a point. He should stay here for now. It would be no use to move him around and risk Klaus seeing him if he's still in town."
"I guess we are roommates now."Damon said smirking.
Bonnie internally face palmed herself for getting into this situation. Alaric nodded, him and Bonnie headed for the door, "Are you sure about this?"
"Alaric, I can handle myself."
"Yeah, but can you handle him."
"I don't think I really have a choice right now."
"Good point, I'll be over tomorrow with more blood bags from Caroline."
Bonnie nodded, "Bye." Alaric walked out the door and into his car. Bonnie proceeded to shut and lock the door and then walked back into the living room.
Bonnie was about to walk back into the living room when she decided to give Damon some time, plus she was not terribly anxious to return to Damon, alone. She ran up to her room closing the door, quickly locking it. Not that it would do any good if Damon was to come into her room.
Although it was late, the witch could not remove one thought from her mind. Jeremy. She found herself staring at his number, she called him. Hoping that he wasn't still angry about their fight.
"Bonnie?"Jeremy asked after the first ring.
"Jer. You didn't call, I just wanted to see-
"What Bonnie. Its late and I was getting to bed."
"Jer wait. You're not going to wish me goodnight?"
Bonnie heard him sigh, "Bonnie. I don't know if this is a good time for us to be…together."
"Are you leaving me?"
"No! I just need a more open relationship. With all these ghosts still around…"
"This is about Ana."
"No. Yes. Well, I loved her first. This was your fault! You can't be upset that I can see them."
"My fault! I brought you back to life!"
"Bonnie, I need a normal life. Not with-
"Witches… I get it."
"I still lo-
Bonnie hung up on him. That went sour quickly. She couldn't deal with his crap. How can he love her and Ana. Dismissing these thoughts Bonnie jumped in the shower, hoping she would just melt away...
Damon sat on the couch. His blue eyes hidden beyond his delicate lids. So much had happened in the past few hours, he still did not know what to make of it. He had expected Bonnie to return but rejected that though as soon as he heard her bedroom door lock.
Then he realized, this was the first time he was in Bonnies home. It was quaint, like most of the suburban homes in the area but somehow different. Probably the absence of pictures on the walls and shelves. Damon counted three, one of Bonnie when she was younger and the other of her and her father. He remembered her mother was gone, but no reason he knew. This struck him, he knew very little about Bonnie and her life. They were barely acquaintances and she decided to save him anyways. She was an enigma.
What really puzzled Damon was that the first time in a very long time he felt alone. Stefan was gone, and if he returned, it would take years for him to return to normal. The Boarding House was gone, burnt to the ground, all his memories, keepsakes he kept were all ash. He felt old in his young body. He was tired.
"What am I going to do…"Damon muttered to himself. He shifted on Bonnies blue couch noticing the damp mud he left behind on the once clean material. His pants were torn and covered in dirt. "These won't do."
Bonnie walked into the living room after getting dressed and immediately shielded her eyes with her hands.
"Damon!"she yelled.
"What Bonnie?"Damon said casually.
Bonnie took a deep breath, "Why, in god's name, did you take your pants off?"
"They were all burnt and gross. Seriously, do I need any other explanation?" Damon said knowing he was irritating her.
"Just put some clothes on."
"What clothes, I currently don't own clothes or anything."
Bonnie groaned in disbelief. While her eyes were still closed she scooted over to the armchair grabbing the blanket throwing it in Damons direction.
"Just cover yourself up. Now." Bonnie said. She heard him chuckling. After a few minutes she opened her eyes.
Damon now had the blanket wrapped around his waist.
Bonnie stood grinding her teeth together in aggravation and was about give him a major aneurysm when she noticed.
"Damon", said seriously. "Why aren't you healed already?"
His classic smirk fell and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down upon himself. He shrugged, "I don't know…maybe the smoke from the fire. I'll heal eventually." He prodded an open wound and Bonnie covered her eyes once again.
"Just stop! Don't do anything."
Damon put his hands up in defeat and sat down on the couch, the blanket hanging off his hips.
Bonnie returned with her grimoire.
"I'm going to find a spell; hopefully it will heal you fully. Then we can worry about other things like…clothes."
Five minutes past and Damon was getting impatient, "Did you…"
"Shhhh." Bonnie replied, holding up a finger "I found it."
Bonnie placed her hands on her grimoire, her palms flat. The lights suddenly dimmed, then Bonnie closed her eyes and chanted:
"Duco mihi potentia an atura eet vitae. Cura teillata vulnera. Pascite qui in sanguine. Incendium Tranquilla. Cura teno ceat".
Damon instantly jumped up, "Judgey you really don't need to do this."
She didn't stop, in some sort of trance. "Judgey, judgey…Bonnie!" From Bonnie's nose ran blood, her body shook as she repeated the words.
Damon suddenly felt dizzy. He grabbed Bonnies shoulders, "Stop…Bonnie…"
The spell ended and everything was silent. Bonnies eyes opened looking to Damon, his eyes rolled into his head. Then they both collapsed.
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