There's No Easy Explanation

Chapter 2

Bonnie Bennett lets herself fall onto her bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling. What happened earlier in school was weird, but somehow she liked it. She liked the way Damon smiled at her, his deep blue eyes looking into hers. She wanted to forget how he's a vampire, the creature she has always hated. Everything about Damon is dark. Just dark. He might be one evil badass. But he is so handsome, in a way more than his brother Stefan, her best friend Elena's boyfriend. Speaking of, Bonnie frowns, her mind wanders off to the thought of where Stefan might be right now. Damon had said he's out of town, but he could've called Elena, since she's his girlfriend. But just as quickly, she was pulled back into thinking about that handsome and dark Damon Salvatore.

There was that weird connection they shared. Like the rest of the school vanished in sight and all she could see was Damon. And that smirk of his! Bonnie giggled to herself, laying down on her stomach and staring out of her window, which displays a scene worth staring at. She sighed, all thoughts of homework and witchcraft practises gone, with only Damon staying...

Damon had been thinking about that little witch the whole day. He couldn't help it. He tried distracting himself, deciding to think about the work he has to get done. He has to get Stefan off Niklaus hold, because if Stefan was to die, it would be by his own hands. Yes, Damon and Stefan aren't the best of brothers. A mess they got themselves into a century ago, for some manipulative bitch they've fallen for. But thinking again, no. Damon cared about Stefan.

He thought about how he's caring too much. And how tragic it is now. He thought about how Stefan had sacrifised a lot for him, which makes him forget how tragic it is now that he cared. He spent the day with his bottles of bourbon to get his mind off things. But his main intention here was to get the talisman from the witch. And that brings him all the way back to her.

He hates what he's feeling. He tried to turn it off, find the switch and flip it. But he just can't. Love. That word kept repeating itself in his mind. He refused to believe whoever is whispering that into his jumbled mind. No, he's not in love. That would just be - absurd. Just absurd.

He's not capable of it. He knows that much. He had been in love once. It was painful, pointless and just overrated. He refused to feel that again. And now, someone - or something - is telling him that he's in love? With a witch? Just impossible. She hated vampires, and he's one of them.

He settled down on the couch, facing the fireplace, with a bottle of bourbon in one hand, alone in the huge Salvatore Mansion. He stared at the fire, long and hard. But then the fire seem to transform into something else. At least that's what he thinks. He sees Bonnie.

He blinked a few times, hoping the image goes away, and when it didn't, his forehead ceased into a frown. He could see Bonnie, because her existence alone is at the back of his mind. He shook his head, downing the bourbon in one breath, throwing it at the fire after he's finished. The bottle hit the fireplace with a loud crash. He's not angry, he was just... annoyed.

The doorbell rang. In his vampire speed, he ran to the door, opening it to see two high school girls smiling nervously at him. Elena and the witch, Bonnie.

He smirks, "Ladies, what brings you here?" He had his eyes on the witch without noticing it. And she stares back at him, with a small smile on her lips.

"Uh, I.. We.." Elena stuttered, then lets out a soft chuckle, "You're aware that we do know what you are, aren't you?" She spoke, eyeing him closely.

"Of course! You're a dating a vampire, which is my brother, so that makes me one too." He smirks, again.

"It's very awkward to put it like this, " Elena chuckled, "But we won't want you pretending like we're clueless, you know?"

Damon nods with another smirk, his eyes never leaving Bonnie's. Elena noticed, somehow, and cleared her throat. "So," She started, "I'm gonna leave you two.." She nodded and left..

After Elena got into the car and drove off, Bonnie spoke up, "I sense a reason behind your visit."

He dramatically widened his eyes, pretending to be shocked, a smirk still hanging and holding back the urge to draw in her features. He chuckled, "You're good, witch. I have a reason to why I'm here. And, be flattered, you're a part of it." He winked.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at him. "It's nothing good. I can sense that much. Why are you here, Mr Salvatore? And if I'm a part of it like you said, I'm allowed to know."

He stepped back, going into the house, gesturing for her to come in. "You must keep this from your best friend, Elena." He grabbed another bottle of bourbon, pouring it into two glasses.

"And why should I?" She asked, walking in and settling herself down on the couch.

He smirks again, handing Bonnie a glass, "Because if you don't, her life would be at risk. Now you don't want that, do you?"

Taking the glass but not drinking it, Bonnie frowns, "Enlighten me.."

"Stefan is held hostage by Niklaus, a hybrid, the oldest vampire in the history of time. Now, in order to release Stefan, he needs a witch. Not any witch. A witch with that ancient talisman." Damon finished explaining, his eyes lingering to Bonnie's chest, where the talisman rest on.

Her eyes followed his, immediately clutching the talisman with her hand. "No. He can't have it. This belongs to my ancestors." She spoke, her eyes back to glaring at Damon.

"You'll do it." His eyes flared with a sudden anger, "I'll take you to Klaus so that he can finish with whatever that he's messing with, and I can take Stefan back."

Bonnie's breath became faster, holding herself together, not wanting to show him her fear, "You're sacrifising me?" She was proud that her voice didn't betray her.

"Yes. If Stefan has to die, no one else should do the honor of killing him but me," Damon smirks again, "And you, little witch, you are going to help me get Stefan back."

She stood up, "What if I don't want to?" Her eyes glared into his.

"But you would, anyway. For Elena."

"No. If Stefan comes back only for you to kill him, it won't do any good to Elena."

Damon huffs, rolling his eyes, "I'm not going to kill him that easy. I promised him an eternity of misery, I'm just keeping my word. His death will be slow, and fun for me. And in the meantime, your precious Elena will have enough time to be with him." He ran a finger along Bonnie's cheek, making her shiver, and he chuckles at her reaction.

Bonnie stepped back, angry and afraid, glaring at the vampire. She was thinking over what he just said. If Stefan not come back at all, Elena would be upset. But so would she if Stefan dies in the end, by his brother's own hands. Bonnie was confused.

"Listen, do not come near me again. Or I will kill you. I can do that, you know. I'm a witch. Just back off." She spit it out and rushes out of the huge house, surprised and amazed that the vampire inside hadn't gone after her. She dare not turn around to look, she just walked ahead, hoping she would catch a cab on her way.

Damon didn't know why he hadn't gone after the witch after she ran out. Her looks made him vulnerable. It was obvious that he scared her and also made her angry. Somehow, he doesn't like making her feel that way. He wanted to see the smile they shared on the school parking lot. Damon cursed, throwing the glass and let it crash against the wall.

He hated the way he's feeling. It was hard controlling his usual side when he's around her. You're sacrifising me? Her voice played out in his mind. Sacrifise. A part of him screams no. He can't-sacrifise-her. Because somehow she means something to him. Something important.

No, he thought. She's just a witch that could help me get Stefan back, and she-means-nothing. That's the other part of him. The part that refuses to believe that his meeting upon the little witch had changed him. He smirks to himself. To hell with that witch, he thought again, I'm gonna get her and Stefan would be back for me to kill.

Damon stood tall by his window, looking out, his vampire eyes allowing him to see her in the dark. His lips curved into a devious smile, the soft part of him temporarily forgotten, as he stared after the moving figure that was of the witch he came to get.

Cont. Part 3 Sometime soon :)