I'm getting so into this story I've written three chapters tonight :) Hopefully I'll have more up this week as I'm really enjoying it. Please let me know what you think! Bless x
Well well well, Damon mused. The witch has returned.
She looked a little shaken up-honestly he didn't expect her to get that much of a fright. She'd cut her hair since she left. It was no longer flowing down her back, but curling above her shoulders. She also looked refreshed, but something was tugging at her. She was stressed about something.
"Dammit, Damon! Why must you do that?" Bonnie screamed at him. He kind of missed it these past six months, Bonnie screaming at him. He would never admit it aloud, but he kind of missed the little witch.
He was pretty much a loner nowadays. Sure, Stefan and Elena visited often, but it's not like they were here as much as they were last year. Besides, he was still a little tender from Elena ditching him for his baby brother. She was friendly of course, but it would take a little time before things went back to the way they were. If they were even able to go back to the way they were.
"Do what? And in case you haven't realised, this is my house!" He shouted back. He really missed this. Bonnie was the only person he could have a screaming match at and she wouldn't get offended; she'd just scream louder.
However, this time she did not. "Never mind, I need your help. I think someone, or something, is following me." Interesting, Damon thought. He was so bored lately he was actually excited for something to do. He wouldn't let her know that though.
"What makes you think I'd want to help you?" He asked. Bonnie hesitated. He watched her as the possibility that he wouldn't help her crossed her features. He saw it. That little stress line at the top of her forehead. She was genuinely concerned that something bad was going on. And that she'd have to face it alone.
A few seconds passed before Bonnie said anything. Then her features changed entirely. They became arrogant, almost as if she knew what he was thinking. "Because you're bored out of your mind here by yourself, and you won't be able to resist helping me find out what's going on."
He had to hand it to her, the girl wasn't slow. A slow grin appeared on his face. "Well, since you put it that way, I think I have some spare time to help with your little supernatural stalker problem."
Bonnie looked visibly relieved. She didn't even think her little arrogance act would work. His respect for her was growing in leaps and bounds today. "Great. Okay, so I was in Venice a couple of weeks ago and-" Damon interrupted. "You were in Venice?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you know how delicious the scotch is there? If you were going to ask me for help you could have at least brought something with you to soften me up."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Anyway, so I was walking back to my hotel and these two witches tried to attack me." That got Damon's attention. "What happened?"
"Well I fought them off. They weren't very well trained so it didn't take long. So I ended up going to London and guess what happened?"
Damon pondered for a moment. "You met the Queen?"
Bonnie glared at him. "Can you please take this seriously?"
Damon looked offended. "Meeting the Queen is a perfectly logical guess considering-" Bonnie interrupted his rant. "I was attacked by half a dozen witches while I was in London."
Damon scoffed. "How is anyone supposed to guess that?" Bonnie stayed silent for a moment to supress her frustration. "Damon, that wasn't all. You know how after I came back from… well, you know how it came with side effects?"
Damon waved her on. "Yeah, yeah, you can chat with ghostly people now. What about it?"
"Well I was walking towards my car and I felt like something was watching me, and then these ghost voices all started bombarding me with warnings, tell me to beware. Then when I got here and stepped out of my car they bombarded me again and it was even worse. And when I turned around I saw a shadow disappear, and that's why I ran into your house." Bonnie stopped for a breath.
Damon didn't say anything for a moment, he simply looked at Bonnie. He could tell she was serious; she wouldn't have come to him otherwise. Plus, she didn't like talking about what happened after she died and came back.
"Okay," he said at last. "I'll help you find out what's going on. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway."
Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she said. "So when should we start?"
"Tomorrow morning." It was already late afternoon so Damon decided to leave it at that. He watched her leave and decided to pour himself a glass of his favourite Bourbon. Me and the witch working side by side once again, he thought to himself as he sipped his alcohol. This is going to end well.
Of course he didn't know at the time, but he had just let Bonnie walk right into a trap.
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