A/N: I try to write a one shot, and I always get suckered into doing these full length stories, everytime! lmao. Also, if you've noticed the summary, this is now also a Bamon fic as well-and I haven't quite decided who Bonnie will end up with. :-X So Elijah, Damon? Take your pick, and leave that answer in a review!
Love Me Like an Enemy
"You like the smell of blood when it's pumping like a factory,
You like your words to cut, you like to choose the best artillery,
I wonder who you're thinking of, who am I?
Am I the epitome, of everything you hate, and you desire?
You love me like an enemy"
-Natalia Kills, "Love is a Suicide"
Bonnie sat at the kitchen table in Abby's home, slowly reading the words on her cell phone screen, as she finally let them digest into her head.
I hope that you did not forget about our plans tonight.
She let out a long sigh and erased the text message, though his impeccable voice resonated through her head.
There was no way in hell she was actually going on a date with Elijah- he had to be out of his fucking mind.
She realized she must have been out of her mind, as well, when she remembered the soft but hungry push of his lips against hers, just the night before, and the way her heart skipped when she relived through each moment.
Elijah Mikaelson had been on her mind all day, and despite her best efforts to shake him, she couldn't.
"Stop," she muttered to herself.
It was just a kiss, one that he initiated, after all. She had no reason to feel sorry or even guilty about it. If Elijah was taking a liking to her, then whatever; that'd be his problem, not hers.
Bonnie only snapped out of her thoughts when another voice broke the stillness of the room.
"The good news is Abby's learning control, and I think being a witch helps tons when it comes to having discipline," Caroline said, cheerfully. "The bad news? Squirrels and bunnies aren't really her thing," the blonde added, with a sigh.
Bonnie looked up to meet her best friend's eyes, and she saw the sheer determination, mixed with weariness behind them. Caroline had been teaching Abby all she had to know about being a vampire, and at Bonnie's request, trying to get her on an animal diet.
But when it came to teaching Abby to only feed on animals, Caroline had to lead by example; meaning she was only feeding on animals, too, and growing weaker as a result of her teaching methods.
And Bonnie knew that was unfair; Caroline was doing all of this to help her, in the first place. She could never ask her to change her life, or who she was just to help Abby. So as much as she didn't want her mother feeding on humans, she knew it'd become inevitable. She'd seen what happened to Stefan when he tried to resist, afterall.
And though the thought pained her- literally seared right through her- she had to come to terms with it.
Abby was a vampire; and she would be, for the rest of her existence.
"I can keep trying," Caroline said, trying to muster the bubbliest voice she could, as she ran her hand through her blonde curls. "Abby can totally become a veggie vamp," she reassured, and Bonnie sighed as she shook her head.
This was probably the toughest thing she'd say, yet.
"She probably can't, Care... you're both vampires, and vampires need blood... Mostly human blood," Bonnie said, and Caroline pouted, though she didn't disagree. "And I know what I said before, about not wanting her to drink human blood but... isn't it what she has to do?" Bonnie asked rhetorically.
Caroline looked down at the ground, and then back up into Bonnie's glistening eyes.
"It... will make this whole thing a lot easier on her," Caroline admitted, and Bonnie bit her bottom lip. "And it doesn't have to be live humans, y' know? I survive just fine on blood bags, and-"
I-I trust you, Caroline," Bonnie finally cut in, and the blonde's eyebrows furrowed. "I trust you to teach her the right way... to teach her what she has to do."
Caroline's mouth opened slightly, before she pursed her lips shut. She walked over to Bonnie slowly, and took both of her hands into her own. Bonnie tried her best to keep a strong expression, though Caroline seemed to be gazing into her soul.
The past couple of days had been tough; watching the pain Abby went through as she transitioned, Jaime leaving because he just couldn't understand what was happening, and Bonnie insisting that she could learn to live with this; she could learn to have a vampire as a mom.
"My dad... he was mentally strong, and capable of pretty much anything he set his mind to. But he couldn't do this, Bonnie. He wasn't as strong as Abby was. And... whether you believe it or not, she's here because she loves you. She loves you, so much, and she just couldn't bear the thought of never being in your life again. Especially if she had just one more shot," Caroline revealed.
Bonnie felt her eyes welling up with tears as she nodded.
She knew Abby did this for her. She stayed, and she was going to live this imperfect and abnormal life for Bonnie- she was doing it all for Bonnie, so she'd never have to lose another person, ever again.
Caroline pulled Bonnie into a tight hug as she wrapped her arms around her, silent as her best friend cried on her shoulder.
It wasn't a sob, but a comforting cry- one she'd been holding in for what seemed like an eternity.
"Thank you,"Bonnie murmured, after a few moments. "Thank you being here, after everything that's happened, it means a lot to me... Especially with the way I was when you first turned. I could have been so much more helpful-" she began, and Caroline nodded as she wiped away Bonnie's tears with her thumbs, as she enthusiatically clapped her hands together.
"All that matters is now, Bon. And right now, I promise to do everything I can to help her. I... know what it was like to be alone. And you won't be, in any of this."
Bonnie felt a soft smile cross her cheeks as she sniffled, and she listened as she heard another pair of footsteps enter the living room.
She looked up to see Abby leaning against the doorway, with her hands shyly tucked into her pockets, but she looked content, almost.
It was hard, trying to come to terms with the fact that Abby was now this eternal being, and no longer the hesitant human she'd stumbled upon weeks ago, who wasn't really sure of her purpose or role in Bonnie's life.
But now it was clear what Abby resembled; she stood for strength, and family, and everything Bonnie always wanted in her life.
She needed her mother, and she always would- vampire or not.
"Are you sure about this?" Caroline asked, and Bonnie inhaled slowly as she nodded.
She may have been bitter, and she may have been angry, but that didn't change things: the fact of the matter was that Abby was a vampire, and she needed to be taught how to survive the right way.
It was the only way.
The rest seemed like a blur, as Caroline explained the new course of action to Abby, the woman constantly gazed at her daughter, awaiting hints of her disapproval.
She didn't even get a blink.
"Don't wait up!" was the last thing she heard, as Bonnie bid Caroline and Abby farewell, and shutting the front door behind them, and they headed to the nearest blood bank, just ten miles away to begin the real lesson.
Even though they'd be so close, she didn't expect them to be back until near morning.
Apparently, this feeding thing was a long process for newbies, and in order for Caroline to help Abby gain perfect control, she needed to be sure Abby could control her bloodlust in seclusion, first.
Bonnie sat back down at the kitchen table, with an uneasy feeling of nervousness, but also a renewed sense of confidence.
If there was anybody who could survive this, it was her. Right?
When she heard the front door open, minutes later, she almost laughed aloud, as she stood up from her seat, and headed to the living room. Her best friend had made it a habit lately out of leaving the house, and returning just moments later, because she always forgot something.
The blonde's bad memory was Bonnie's daily comic relief.
"Caroline, please don't tell me you came all the way back because you forgot your lipglo-" she stopped mid-sentence, when the person standing at the door wasn't Caroline, at all.
Instead, she was met with dark attire, charcoal hair, and a set of eyes that shot straight through her, as he watched her intently, running his tongue along his teeth, in a very slow way.
She wondered if there was some reason, that anyone could come up with, him being so undeniably sexy.
"Elijah?" she said, with a bit of surprise in her voice, and the Original stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. "How'd you know I-"
"Rebekah. Who overheard Mayor Lockwood and Sheriff Forbes, who heard from Damon, who heard from Elena, all beginning with your dear Caroline," he grinned. "You kids just yabber on, don't you?" he asked, as he walked confidently into the house, and Bonnie stiffened.
The deed was in Abby's name. Abby was no longer a human. Fuck her life.
"You probably shouldn't be here," Bonnie eased, as she felt herself backing up, and away from the vampire. "My mom and Caroline will be back soon, and-"
"Don't be deceitful, Bonnie. We both know they're gone for the night," he smiled, and her heart skipped. "Besides... you promised me a date."
Bonnie held up her index, in protest.
"No, I didn't promise. You asked... and I didn't say no," she corrected, and Elijah folded his arms, with an amused look on his face.
"In any case, you provided me with your consent. Therefore, a deal's a deal, Bonnie," he said, letting the words roll off his lips so softly, her goosebumps appeared.
She needed an excuse; and fast.
"I'm not dressed for this," she blurted, as she eyed his suit, knowing that was a lame excuse, because he wore suits everywhere. He'd probably wear a suit if he were just taking her to Sonic.
Elijah laughed, and held up his hand to signal he'd be right back. When he walked out the door, she considered putting up a sealing spell, that'd locked him out for a few hours.
Only, she didn't want to do that, at all.
When Elijah reappeared, he had a large box in his hand, tied with a pretty purple ribbon, and he handed it off to her, with ease.
She sent him an Are-You-Kidding-Me look, and he shrugged happily as she began to open it. When Bonnie set her gaze on the gorgeous, strapless black dress, with the forest green pumps, that seemed to have highlights of gold specs in them, and a lovely diamond necklace to complete the look.
Her mouth dropped, as she looked back up at him, and he only smirked.
"The shoes resembled your eyes," he stated, and she let out a long breath.
"Okay, Elijah, look... I-I don't think I can do this," she stuttered. "You-You're Elijah, and I'm Bonnie, and we're probably not even supposed to be talking, and-"
Elijah moved in closer towards her, and she stopped talking, as his gaze commanded hers, easily making her feel hypnotized.
She didn't know why that kept happening, but she was all too ready to kick him out for invoking such emotion from her.
"Are you afraid?" he asked simply, and Bonnie let out a long sigh. "Because if that it so, I have an ulterior plan," Elijah stated and her brows rose. "Let's do something you humans like to do. Watch a movie, take a walk," he suggested, and she shook her head.
"The last time anyone took a walk with you, they ended up in a cave, with Rebekah, and a gallon of gasoline," Bonnie quipped, and he nodded.
"Very well, then. I insist that we watch a movie. I won't take no for an answer."
Bonnie wanted to laugh, in disbelief, at the tenacity of this guy. Was he seriously keeping her captive, in her own mother's home?
The fucking nerve.
But the longer she looked into his eyes, the quicker she felt her heart beating, and the wider his grin became.
She couldn't describe what was happening if she wanted to.
"Fine," Bonnie agreed, and he smiled. "One movie. And you don't get to pick," she mumbled, as Elijah sat down expectingly on the couch, while she sifted through the movie collection, and yanked one out. "Here we go," she said, as she popped it into the DVD player.
As the opening credits to Titanic began, she let out a long sigh.
She probably should have picked a shorter movie.
"So, if she believed she'd 'never let go,' may I ask why she, in fact, released his hand, a moment later?" Elijah asked, and Bonnie turned to face him.
"Seriously? It was a metaphor. Rose meant she'd never forget Jack," Bonnie explained, and Elijah shrugged. "And I still can't believe you've never seen this movie. You weren't daggered for that long," she argued, as she crossed her arms, and Elijah turned to her.
"I was around for the real sinking of the ship, Bonnie. Excuse me if I find the actual story to be a bit more intriguing than that piece of drabble someone is passing off as history," he informed, and Bonnie playfully rolled her eyes.
Was it possible that someone out there was even more self-righteous than she was?
As she stood up to retrieve the movie from the DVD player, his hand stopped hers, and she exhaled before she turned to glance at him.
Those eyes were gonna be the death of her.
"I enjoyed the movie," he stated, and Bonnie heard the genuine appreciation in his voice as he spoke lightly. "And I sincerely enjoyed this time with you."
Bonnie didn't respond, those she was sure that the flush in her cheeks gave her away. Elijah took that as his cue to exit, as he stood up quietly, and retrieved a set of car keys from his pockets. She rose an eyebrow.
"You actually drove here?" she asked, as she walked him to the door, and Elijah scrunched his face at her. "I mean, I thought you'd have a fancy 'driver' or something," she added, and Elijah grinned purely.
"You have a lot of false thoughts about me, Miss Bennett. All the more reason to get to know me," he mused, and she let out a quiet laugh at that.
When he stood in front of the door, she placed a hand on the knob to let him out, but he stopped her. Bonnie looked at him curiously, as his deep brown eyes met hers, igniting something through her chest.
His hand touched her face, and she shut her eyes as his lips landed softly on her cheek, leaving her with a pure kiss that she could feel traveling throughout her bones.
The time he'd spent here was short, but she felt as if it'd been days by the way he was looking at her. She almost wished he'd invite himself to stay a bit longer, but she knew he wouldn't.
He was a "gentlemen," and whatnot. He wasn't going to make any moves that she'd possibly reject; and that included kissing her, again.
"See you in Mystic Falls," he promised, simply.
When she reopened her eyes, her lids fluttered heavily, and she struggled to find the words to say, as he twisted the knob to exit.
"I-You forgot to take the dress, and the shoes, and... necklace," she mentioned, and he smiled softly, as his hand traveled along the nape of her neck, and her breath stopped.
"Keep it, as a gift. Perhaps when you actually let me take you out, you'll wear it."
Bonnie bit her lip, and shook her head.
Never. Never. Never.
Maybe.
"Goodnight, Elijah," she settled for, and as he opened the door to exit, her mouth nearly dropped when there stood Damon, with his finger pressed to the doorbell ready to ring.
"Elijah," he breathed, and the Original smiled silently. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Damon asked suspiciously, and Elijah stepped in closer towards the young vampire.
Bonnie watched the exchange between them, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by the clear hostility between the two. Damon and Elijah had once agreed to take Klaus down, together. But since the foiling of Esther's plan, they were on the outs.
How fitting that Bonnie seemingly found herself between the two, with no effort or desire to be, at all.
"Damon- surely I could ask you the same," he replied. "But I'm sure you'll want to save your words for Bonnie. Now if you'll excuse me," Elijah said, as he simply walked out, and to his car, in no time flat.
When he pulled away, Damon instantly turned to Bonnie, as he felt the cold shift in the air, and he folded his arms.
"Seriously, Bonnie?" he asked, with a defiant tone to his voice. "You can't call any of us back, at home, but you find the time to hang out with that guy?" he questioned, and Bonnie frustratedly placed her hands on her hips.
So much for that secret.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked bluntly, and he moved in towards her, with that cocky grin on his face, and his shoulders shrugged, glancing coyly at all of his surroundings.
"Abby's a vampire... which means I don't have to be invited in here... whoops," he smirked, and Bonnie felt the unnerving rage growing inside of her bones, just because of the smug look on his face. "Oh, come on, Judgy. Don't tell me you're still angry at me, when you've clearly forgiven Elij-" he started, only to be cut off, as his body slammed against the nearest wall, breaking through a flower pot on the window sill, and landing face first on the rug.
Damon growled lowly, as Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest, and he gathered to his knees.
"Did that answer your question?" she asked, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and glanced up at her.
If she wanted to play rough, he'd indulge her in just that.
Damon was instantly to his feet with his hand around her throat, as he pushed her back to the opposing wall, and she glared into his eyes angrily. His fingers tightened, as they gripped around her veins, and he sucked his teeth harshly.
"Sleeping with the enemy, Bonnie? Never thought I'd get that from you," he growled, and Bonnie used all of the strength she had within her to free herself from against the wall, and slam him into it.
Her skin felt like it was on fire, and by the look in her eyes, he believed he would be, in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, my mistake, Damon. You're, in fact, sleeping with Rebekah- the girl who outright tried to kill Elena. I didn't realize talking with Elijah made me the bad guy. After all- you're the one who snapped my mom's neck, in the end, right?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Damon pushed himself free from her powerful grip, and in turn pulled her body roughly against his. He crossed his forearm over her chest, and disabled her arms from wriggling free, before he spoke directly into her ear.
"What is with you Bennett witches, and your stupid grudges?" he asked, and Bonnie huffed angrily. "Doesn't it get old?" Damon spat, and Bonnie's eyebrow rose.
"No," she fired. "And neither does this," she added, as Damon began to groan in pain, and he released the grip he had on her body.
She turned to watch him briefly, as his hands pushed to his head as he dropped to the ground, curling up in a ball of painful agony, as she popped each and every blood vessel in his head, over and over, again.
She only stopped when Damon's yelling became too much to bear.
As he lay gasping on the ground for air, she walked away from him, and opened the front door. When Damon finally stood to his feet, he saw the angriness still in her eyes as she stared at him, and he coughed to catch his breath.
"Hanging out with Elijah is suicide, Bonnie. You know it is," he said, and the stone look on her face remained.
"Get out," she ordered, and Damon sent her a maniacal glance in return, as he shook his head.
"No way. I'm not leaving until we're both clear about what this means- either you hate me, and we're enemies, or you hate me, but you suck it up and work with me. Pick one, Judgy," he ordered.
Bonnie's jaw ticked, and she balled her fingers into tight fists. What was it about Damon that made her so angry? Hours ago, she was thrilled about Abby and Caroline. And now, it felt like her wounds were fresh ones, all over again.
Frankly, she was ready to rip his fucking throat out.
"Fine," she relented, "If you won't leave, I will."
Damon scoffed in disbelief as she stomped out of the house, and he groaned once he found himself walking right after her, and keeping up at an exact pace with the furious witch.
She hated him, he knew it. But he just couldn't let it go- he never was able to let things go.
"Witchy, I am here to talk to you, like a mature being," he yelled, as he stomped behind her to the secluded barn in the back. "If you wanna stop being a bitch about this, for two minutes-"
"What gives you the right to tell me how to act?" Bonnie finally screamed when she turned around to face him. His face went white; he'd never seen her so upset. "You killed my mother, Damon-"
"I turned her, into a vampire, Bonnie! For heaven sakes, that's not the same thing!" he yelled back, and she let out an incredulous laugh. "Elena's your best friend, and I had to find a way to stop Esther from channeling your power. You know damn well it was all we could have done to save her life, Bonnie!"
"So, that's what makes all of this okay? Abby's dead, but 'not really,' so I'm supposed to thank you for something?" she asked lowly, and Damon's brows furrowed. "Everything I've done, Damon, has been to keep Elena safe. To protect her, and keep her alive; I'd die to save her, no questions asked. But when it comes to my Grams, and my mom, Damon? Th-They didn't sign up for this. I did. So why should they suffer?" she asked.
Damon let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest, never tearing his eyes away from hers.
He didn't know how to answer that question. He didn't know how to say that her Grams would still be alive if it weren't for him needing to get Katherine out of the tomb. He didn't know how to admit that he'd damned Abby to this curse- to this thing that he hated so strongly himself, though he made it look as easy as pie when he flicked his wrist, and snapped her neck- he didn't know how to admit that he hated himself for that.
Bonnie's life had been a trivial one, plagued by vampires ever since he came to town, and made it his business to wreak havoc. So now, with her own mother being turned into the very thing she'd fought so hard to protect herself again, could he really blame her for being this angry? She'd only recently begun to come to terms with he, Stefan, and Caroline- did ripping the rug from up under her feet really take them back to square one?
"Why didn't you turn me?" Bonnie suddenly asked, in a throaty whisper, as Damon continued staring at her. "Why did you take her choice away?"
She was shaking, and the autumn air was chilly- he didn't know whether her body was just reacting to the weather, or her conveying her emotion.
"Answer me, Damon. Or I swear, I will-"
"Witchy migraine me, again?" he asked, almost patronizingly, as he stepped in towards her, but she didn't falter. "Try again, Bennett."
"If you can't answer me, then we have nothing else to talk about," Bonnie declared.
She pursed her lips tightly, and began to walk away, fighting the urge to break down, any minute now, as she faced her demon, himself.
He was ruining her, with every glance, breath, and moment that she stood before him. And she wouldn't do this anymore- she couldn't.
Bonnie stalked back towards the house, but abruptly stopped when she felt a strong tug at her wrist. Bonnie turned back towards Damon, and he was huffing lightly, as his fingers gripped her skin- so tightly, she swore he'd cut off her circulation.
She felt her tongue itch, as she prepared herself to verbally assault him, but he spoke first, cutting every single thought she had, in half, as a string of unfamiliar words crossed his lips.
"Because I couldn't do that to you, Bonnie," he blurted. She stood still, in confusion, as her stomach involuntarily twisted in knots. "I couldn't make you become the one thing that you hate."
Bonnie gazed at him for a bit before she viciously shook her head.
"No," she spat in disbelief, "You couldn't do that to Elena- you couldn't turn her best friend; you knew she'd never forgive you," she deducted.
There was no way Damon made his choice because of her, Bonnie thought- she just wouldn't believe it. Just like Elijah, just like everyone, it came right back to Elena. It always did.
Bonnie attempted to walk away again, and Damon blocked her path, still staring at her as seriously as ever. The intensity in his eyes almost scared her.
"I don't wanna hear what you have to say," she stated, and he cocked his head.
"Trust me, you do," he assured, and she rolled her eyes. "Because contrary to popular belief, I came here to talk to you because this needed to be said, not because of Elena; I needed you to get this through that thick skull of yours," he said roughly, and she scoffed.
Before she could push past him once more, he had both her her wrists in his grip, and her back pushed against the siding of the house.
She barely got a word in protest out, as he held her there tightly, and began talking before she had the chance.
"I turned her, Bonnie, and not you for two reasons. One, because even after I was at fault for what happened to your Grams, you found a way to set it aside, eventually. And it took a while- a really long time, but we sort've became friends. And I... hoped that even after I did this to Abby, you'd be able to forgive me for it. I knew she'd live; she was going to, because of you."
Bonnie blinked quickly, as the words poured from his mouth. Her mind was swirling, and her heart was pounding out of her chest. She hated the rationality of his words.
"And, two, Bonnie... Reason number two," he forced, as he moved in closer, and she felt too paralyzed to even breathe. "I knew that if I chose to turn you, Bonnie, you wouldn't come back. I knew that you wouldn't think twice about not completing the transition," he stated, and Bonnie gulped, though her voice remained tough.
"And why would that matter to you, Damon? You've been ready to let me die before to save Elena's life. Why would it matter this time if I were really gone?" Bonnie asked flatly.
Damon looked down at the dirt, and slowly back into her eyes.
"Do you really need to ask that?" he questioned lowly, and she scoffed.
"Yes, Damon, I do! I need to know what made it okay for you to ruin another life that never had to be a part of this. What gave you the right to make decisions for me, without thinking about what I would want."
She began to shake her head, and Damon unexpectedly caught her cheeks in his hands. Bonnie's body chilled to the core when his thumbs stroked beneath her jaw ever so softly, and her breath came out as a sharp gasp when he moved within inches of her face.
What was up with all these vampires invading her personal space? Was this fucking de ja vu, or something?
"Because I'm selfish," he confessed. "Absolutely wrong and selfish to do this without even giving you the choice to stand in her place."
Bonnie nodded.
"You were selfish," she agreed, and Damon let out a long breath as he prepared himself for what he was going to say next, while she rambled on about all of his shortcomings and character flaws, just like she always did.
"I always have been, Bonnie. And you know what? I'm not sorry that I turned her, and not you," he said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "Because if I chose to turn you... you wouldn't be here, right now. You wouldn't have transitioned."
Bonnie remained silent as his words sunk in, and she cringed at the validity of his statement.
He was right; given the choice between becoming a vampire, or having Abby turn, she'd surely choose herself. But when it came to actually living or not, she would die.
Bonnie Bennett would choose to die.
She shut her eyes briefly, and Damon's grip seemed to get stronger, as he dared her to look at him; to experience the truth in his eyes, and the words slipping off of his tongue.
"Damon," she began, as her stomach knotted, twisting and turning from the improptu intimate moment they were sharing.
She didn't bother to finish her sentence.
"You don't know, Bonnie, how desperate I am to feel like I did something right," he finally said, and she gulped.
This reminded her of Damon's reckless and impulsive idea to feed Elena his blood before the sacrifice, because he wanted to be sure she'd come back, in some way or another.
He didn't allow Elena to have the choice, then, because she would readily let herself die; just as Bonnie would have, if turned against her will.
It was fucked up- all types of controlling, to be honest, when she thought about what Damon did, and why. He wanted to control her destiny; he wanted to assure she did not lose her life.
He was absolutely insane.
But he was endearing. The entire idea, in all of it's insanity, was purely because he was a protector, just like she was, and he'd do anything to save a life, just like she would- whether you liked it, or not.
She could only wonder when he'd gotten so protective over her; and why. Why did he care so much?
Bonnie looked away, but she felt Damon's fingers graze at her chin, and tilt her face towards his.
Why he needed her to face him, she wasn't so sure, but she internally cursed herself when her heartbeat spiked at the mere touch of his fingertips. She hated him, so much, and yet, she was still so affected by him.
Her mind went back to the last time Damon had physically touched her, and she realized it was the decade dance; she danced with him for what felt like hours, as they discussed their plan to kill Klaus. It was also the first time Damon seemed to actually care whether she lived or died; he's the one who gave her the bright idea to do the spell that'd be able to bring her back in the event that Klaus was too much for her.
It was then that the two seemed to shovel a bit of their hatred for one another side, and Damon successfully chipped away at her armour; Damon cared, in his own, unconventional way, just as she reluctantly cared for him.
The physicality between them wasn't forced, or contrived, but it was definitely puzzling. Damon had caught himself, more than once, wanting to brush a loose strand hair behind her ear, and he usually had to stop himself from doing just that, when she sat across him in the boarding house, combing her grimoire for ways to defeat Klaus, once and for all.
He looked at Bonnie, a lot, and he almost wondered why no one ever questioned him for it.
Damon couldn't explain the feeling that was pulsating through him, and he didn't want to. He'd already said more then he planned to, and the buzzing that was radiating through his veins let him he know he was already in danger of going too far. Sifting through his thoughts was something he reserved for a bottle of Bourbon, and an open fire.
There was no way in hell he was having a heart-to-heart right now about what he was really feeling.
As long as Bonnie was hostile, but still willing to help him, all was right in the world.
So the tingly-touchy-eye-gazing had to stop immediately. She'd never open up to it, and he'd never admit to it. She was Elena's best friend, and he was the guy who was blindly obsessed with his brother's ex-girlfriend. As simple as that.
"You should go, Damon," she finally said, and he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, you're, uh, right. Something's up with Alaric's ring, causing him to go a little loopy in the head," Damon revealed, and Bonnie instantly had a look of concern on her face.
"Is he okay?" she asked, feeling the sudden alarm mounting in her voice, and Damon nodded, though she didn't believe him; she saw right through him, actually, just like she always did.
"We're hoping things end well," Damon said.
To be quite honest? He had no idea what was going to happen to Ric, and this shit had gotten a hell of a lot harder to figure out, without Bonnie and her witchy juju powers to turn to.
As she watched Damon walk away, Bonnie had the itching urge to say something-anything- about what was happening, and what was going to.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't find the words, strength, timing to say anything that she thought she should've, as she walked around to the front, and Damon slammed his car door shut behind him, before he started his engine.
He looked at her through the windshield, for a quick seconds, and her thoughts escaped her when she noticed the one true emotion in his eyes that she had yet to see, before.
Regret.
He quickly turned away, as he reversed out of the driveway, and Bonnie was left feeling conflicted, as she hugged her arms around her tiny frame, before finally going inside. She leaned her back against the door, and fought to catch her breath as her mind raced, pushing each unpleasant line out, as her memories surfaced and resurfaced, continuously.
All of the problems in her life, lately, were vampire related.
She shook her head, and headed to the guest room, where she was crashing in, and shut the door behind her.
She decided it was never too early to get dressed for bed; especially if she'd be alone with her thoughts, tonight.
Once in bed, Bonnie breathed softly as she turned out the lights, and shut her eyes, curling against her pillow, and hoping that a bit of sleep would calm her.
Her sleep, however, did nothing but frighten her.
Bonnie stirred in bed, feeling her eyes open slowly, as she glanced at the clock on her night table, and she groaned.
"Three in the morning?" she mumbled tiredly, as she slumped back against her pillows, and let out a long sigh.
She'd been feeling nothing but uneasiness since the moment she settled into bed, and she couldn't shake the feeling that was coming over her- the feeling that she wasn't alone.
Bonnie gulped as she sat up quietly, propping herself onto her shoulders, glancing around the unfamiliar room. Being here, since day one, had her feeling on edge, and no matter what she did to get comfortable, she couldn't.
She sighed as she turned onto her side and faced the window; the only light that illuminated the room came from moon, as it cascaded through the sheer curtains.
She continued gazing, when she noticed something; something that looked like a shadow or a reflection bouncing off of the window, and her heart stopped- there was someone behind her.
As Bonnie shot around, she caught sight of a set of eyes staring straight back into hers. She attempted to let out a scream, and the firm hand muffled her mouth, halting any noise from escaping, as her eyes finally focused on her visitor.
Elijah.
He gazed at her silently, and she stopped her piercing scream from emitting through her lips- she was simply puzzled as to why he was here- what did he want?
Bonnie looked up at Elijah curiously, and he released his fingers from her lips, letting them linger there, for just a second, before he slid them down to her collar, and traced softly against her skin. She sighed and shut her eyes, as he drummed his hands all along her exposed neck, forgetting all about the questions she had for him, at this point.
It was 3 A.M, and he was drawing her body up towards his, with one steady swoop of the hand- his eyes were filled with lust, and his jaw was ticking with desire- she knew exactly what he wanted.
Why was he so intoxicating?
Their lips met in a long kiss, and she let out a sharp gasp when she felt her back hit the mattress, and he hovered over her. His tongue moved along hers in perfect rhythm, and she melted even further into the bed as she felt her shirt being lifted over her head, and her own fingers, unknowingly, undoing his tie.
Elijah's shirt was barely off by the time his lips were traveling down her ribs, and Bonnie sighed as she tried to control her breathing- and herself- when he resurfaced, and kissed her longingly.
There was something inside of her that wanted this- needed this, so badly- as he hungrily kissed all over her, and she eagerly ripped his arms through his button-down, gripping his muscular arms, all throughout.
Bonnie finally built up enough strength, and flipped them over, landing on top of him, and kissing him passionately. She immediately noticed an increase in the aggression as he gripped her thighs harder- so hard, she was sure she was black and blue.
Her moans escaped her lips the minute his mouth came into contact with her neck, and his hands ran through her dark brown locks, gripping her hair into his fists, and pulling her down roughly, as his teeth grazed her neck.
She felt the vein against her throat throbbing as he kissed along her chin, and she was sure he felt it, too.
Her suspicions were confirmed when he pulled her in tightly, and tore his teeth into her flesh, sending a piercing pain through her body, as she let out a short groan, before melting into the feeling- letting the strange sense of euphoria overtake her, once the hurt subsided.
He gulped at her hungrily, as he teeth latched against her, and he only stopped when she weakly pulled herself away, feeling the warm blood dripping down the side of her neck.
When she looked down into his reddened eyes, her own widened, when she watched the veins disappear, and his pupils regained their natural color. She gasped immediately when his eyes settled to an ocean blue, and she instantly recognized the face of the man beneath her, as he slowly licked his lips in satisfaction.
"D-Damon?" she asked shakily, and the vampire ran his fingers along her wounded neck before placing them against his lips, and indulging in the taste of her blood, slowly. "I-Elijah," she stuttered, and he laughed as he took her face into his hands, and kissed her once more, strongly, before she pulled away.
Bonnie gasped as she held onto her lips, and shook her head.
Not Damon- she couldn't be with Damon.
The vampire smoothly ran his hands up her body, and spoke in soft whisper, as he pulled her shorts away, and headed his fingers for the clasp of her bra.
"It's safe to say you have a vampire problem, Judgy. I hope you know how to fix it."
Bonnie shot up in bed with a gasp, as she clutched her heart and breathed heavily, when her eyes met the clock. She turned on the light, and quickly glanced around the room- no intruders in sight, and she sighed as she turned it off again, and nestled back into bed, heart racing all the while.
What did that dream mean, and why did she have it? As far as she was concerned, she barely knew Elijah, and she harbored no romantic feelings for Damon, whatsoever, so what the hell was up?
Normally, a person would brush these thoughts off, and chalk them up to just being dreams- because afterall, that's all they were.
But Bonnie Bennett wasn't normal- she was a witch, and by nature, her dreams always meant something- they always had a deeper meaning.
She was sure she knew the meaning of this one, but couldn't admit it to herself, yet.
"It was just a dream," she repeated beneath her breath, until she eventually fell asleep, and her thoughts remained blank, for the rest of the night.
It was just a dream, afterall, so there was no need to be alarmed.
So why was Bonnie Bennett so worried?
Do you think Bonnie is falling for Elijah, already? & do you think she will eventually forgive Damon? Her dream certainly suggests so. I hope that we see her in the next episode of TVD, though I doubt it, b/c the writers seem to hate her, forever. -_- lol.
