Won't Go Home Without You; Maroon 5
She's in a coffee shop in southern California by the time he catches up to her, huddled in the corner of the room reading Jane Eyre for the millionth time.
Damon chuckles as his mind rehashes the memory of when she'd told him he bore a resemblance to Rochester; he had been instantly offended by her comparison because a.) the guy was ugly, something Damon himself was definitely not, and b.) he knew for a fact that Bonnie considered him a total creep. It wasn't until he'd watched the movie with her that he came to realize what she meant; Rochester, despite his eccentricities and many faults was deep, very deep down a good man and overall the only one acceptable for the passionate, opinionated and morally strong Jane.
Seeing her with the book shoots a burst of hope through his chest; and after everything that's happened, he needs even the tiniest indication that everything will eventually be okay.
Neither of them spoke as he came out of his bedroom, catching Bonnie's eyes at the bottom of the stairs; and neither moved when Elena scrambled out behind him, half dressed, with at least enough decency to look ashamed.
"Bonnie," the brunette whispered heartbrokenly, "I…I'm-"
Not bothering to listen to her friend's apology or explanation, there's been so many of them from her throughout the years that they've lost all meaning, Bonnie focused on Damon, ironically the person she had come to trust over everyone else.
"Bonnie…"
Shaking her head, she turned away from him and walked out the door; it was the last time any of them saw her.
Until now.
A year he's been following her, she's stealthy and covers her tracks like a pro; he takes pride in knowing he's rubbed off on her in some ways over time they'd been together.
"You found me."
Her green eyes pierce his blue ones, and all he wants to do is pull her into him, tell her everything he wanted to back then; that loving Elena had held him from giving himself to her completely, that all traces of her best friend have long since been removed and now it's her filling every inch of his undead heart, that he wears her ring on his pinky, the one he'd given to her after she agreed to stay with him for eternity, that he regrets letting her go, that he loves her.
Instead he stands, leaning forward so threateningly that the other patrons eye them anxiously.
"You're mine, a couple of little states weren't going to keep me away."
She looks down at the table, fingering the thinned papers of her book, trying to ignore the real meaning behind his words. But she can't, she knows that in some twisted way she's hearing everything she always wanted to.
"Go home Damon."
"Not without you Bonnie."
The sincerity of his statement is so intense that she's not sure she can handle it.
Not yet.
"It's over."
Quicker than either of them expected, Bonnie grabs her belongings and shoots out the door.
Seconds later Damon emerges, eyes frantically searching for any trace of his elusive witch; there's none, she's vanished again.
Snickering bitterly, he momentarily considers going home, back to Mystic Falls where he could easily live out the rest of his years without her. But he knows he's kidding himself, that place stopped feeling like home the minute she left and everything about his existence only seemed harder with her gone.
Turning the corner that runs into a dark alley, he smoothes the leather of his jacket and stares up at the black sky before effortlessly soaring into it.
It's not over, he thinks as he caws and sails through the night, not by a long shot.