So Mason's not dead in my story. In fact in most of the stories I will be writing (there are a few more running around in my head) Mason will be very much alive, because really he's too pretty to die!
Chapter 3
"So, that's why Mason and Tyler followed you to Beacon Hills." Caroline deducted, shooting her friend a knowing grin. "Because they are your – familiars?"
Bonnie sighed as she waited on the phone for someone to pick up, nodding her head at Caroline.
"Apparently Mason's always known. Which is why he's never really been far from Mystic Falls even though he couldn't stand his brother. And Ty –" she shrugged. "- Ty's always been the brother I can't get rid of."
"Or stand." Caroline piped up grinning, remembering the moody teenager as a child. She hated him as a child but as a teenager, damn. Caroline just thanked the stars that Bonnie was around to get him to calm down.
Initially they had all thought that the two would hook up. Their closeness, Tyler's over protectiveness and Bonnie's ability to be the only one to calm Tyler down, lead them all to believe that one day, Tyler and Bonnie would become Tyler and Bonnie.
But it had never been that way for them. They were exactly like Bonnie had said. Brother and sister. Not by blood but definitely by heart.
"Hey, he may have been as asshole to everyone else but he never was to me." Bonnie protested, hanging up and trying another phone number.
"Yeah, you're about the only one." Caroline laughed, looking around the bedroom with interest.
It was a typical male room. Dark colors, big screen TV mounted on the wall, freakishly large four posted bed. But Caroline could see the feminine touches around the room as well. Splashes of Bonnie's old life, pictures of Bonnie and Caroline, the lavender colored throw at the end of the bed that Gram's had made her, Bonnie's make up scattered on the man's mirrored drawer.
Wrinkling her nose at the lingering scent of sex, Caroline found herself genuinely happy for her friend.
Bonnie had a life she deserved. She had an extremely hot man who would do anything and kill anyone for her, a family that was actually in her life in a town where the sake of everyone's lives wasn't depended on her and her witchy powers.
"Mase, hey it's me." Bonnie greeted, plopping down on her oversized bed.
"Lil Bit?" his voice came across scratchy and low.
Caroline's ears perked up and the sound of Tyler's uncle on the other end of the line.
Damn another man that was incredibly hot. Mason Lockwood. Older, sexier and hotter than almost anyone Caroline knew, Mason incited many a girlish fantasies when she was younger.
Her and Elena use to fight over who would marry him when they got older, but Mason never really paid them much attention. He was polite enough but usually he would be teasing Bonnie, drawing reluctant smiles and exasperated eye-rolls from the petite girl.
"Yeah, can you go pick Ty up and meet me at the House? Something's come up." Bonnie asked softly, causing Caroline to roll her eyes. Like Mason would turn her down. Mason never turned Bonnie down.
He spoilt her. Always had and always would. Mason filled the hole in Bonnie's life when it came to an older male role model. When Grams had died it was Mason, Caroline and Tyler there for her. Elena had too much on her hands with the Salvatore brothers and Bonnie's dad was always a no show in her life. If Tyler was the brother-around-the-same age, Mason was that older brother.
"Yeah, we'll be there in half an hour."
Just like that, no questions, no protests at being awaken at 4 o'clock in the morning. Just immediate acceptance.
"Thanks." Hanging up, Bonnie scrolled through her phone again.
"So, Blade?" Caroline asked her, finally voicing the question that had been on her mind for the last 30 minutes.
To say that Caroline had been blown out of the water when she had received a call a few years back telling her that the man they all thought was Bonnie's real father, actually wasn't, was an understatement.
Caroline had never liked Rudy Wilson. She had always thought he was a poor excuse for a father. Leaving his teenage daughter to fend for herself while he went off on 'business' trips, had put him on her shit-list from a very young age.
But the fact that he at least stuck around put him higher on her shit-list than Abby Bennett. Because really, Caroline thought Abby Bennett was the biggest fucking coward there was.
She remembered receiving a cryptic call from Derek, ordering her to New York where he and Bonnie had been visiting a member of Derek's pack. She remembered arriving to find a stunned Bonnie and a tearful Abby. She also remembered Derek forcibly restraining her when she tried to kill Abby for hurting Bonnie once again.
"The man we all thought was my father is actually not." Bonnie had told her still stunned, once Abby was shown the door by a visibly angry Scott. "Abby decided to tell me who my real father was and that Rudy Wilson is just some chump she conned into marrying because my 'real' –" she exaggerated using air quotes. "- father was a one night stand she'd rather forget. Rudy just happened to come into her life at the right time for her to pawn her unwanted child to."
"I'm so sorry, Bonnie." Caroline had told her, hugging her friend.
"It's fine." Bonnie had said, determination lacing her voice. "I'm fine. I'm moving on. Abby means nothing. Da – Rudy means nothing. I have what I need. A family. A place where I belong."
And Caroline had been happy for her. Really happy for her. Because out of all of them from Mystic Falls, Bonnie had been the one who had suffered in silence the most.
Bonnie paused, an unnamed emotion crossing her face.
"What about him?" she asked slowly.
"Have you spoken with him lately?"
Bonnie nodded, not meeting Caroline eyes.
"We've been - communicating."
"Communicating? Is that Bonnie speak for him calling and you ignoring him?" Caroline asked her friend archly, grinning when she rolled her pretty green eyes at her.
"No. We've had conversations. Kind of. He doesn't really speak much." Bonnie told her, frowning slightly.
"Well at least I finally get to meet him." Caroline shrugged, smiling at her friend, a little excited. "I finally get to meet the man who is your – real father." Caroline finished.
"Baby." Caroline turned at the sound of Derek's voice at the door, resisting the urge to sigh. Damn the man was straight up hot. Tall, dark, wild. He was definitely a man that granted a second look, third, even a forth look.
He was a big man, tall hitting at least six foot, but somehow his mere presence always made him seem bigger, taller. Jet black hair cut close to his head, bright grey-blue eyes with incredibly thick black lashes. He always had several days growth of stubble lining that impressive jaw, and his brows were almost always in a frown, unless he was looking at Bonnie. Broad shoulders, and a hard muscular body, that was always in jeans, shirt and a black leather jacket.
Yeah Derek Hale was definitely a hot piece of something. But what made Caroline like Derek even more was that the man was totally in love with Bonnie. He had locked onto her at first sight and refused to let her go or take no for an answer.
"Blade's here."
Caroline watched as Bonnie took a deep breath before turning to her, a slow, confident smile on her face.
"Okay." She said softly. "Let's go introduce you to my father."
"Bonnie." The large man growled in greeting, causing every single hair on Caroline's back to rise in alarm.
Caroline stared almost stupefied at the appearance of the man who just so happened to be her best friend's father.
He was well over six feet tall, dark ebony colored skin, wide well-muscled shoulders barely contained in the black shirt he wore and the gothic looking leather trench coat. Tight leather black pants, with holsters strapped to each thick thigh, and black combat boots.
He was totally motionless, his face expressionless as his attention seemed to be totally focused on one small little witch, who stared back at him with a similar expression.
It seemed as if a battle of wills was being played out between the two. Father and daughter stood almost glaring at one another, neither refusing to look away, neither refusing to be the first to back down.
And although Bonnie looked nothing like the man before them, it seemed as if her new attitude 'fuck you' may have been from him.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a fucking minute. Your daddy, Judgey is a vampire!" Damon demanded, disbelief lacing his tones. He started laughing. "How's that for fucking karma. The judgmental witch, who has voiced on many occasions how she hates vampires, came from one!" he crowed, laughing his stupid head off. "How the hell did that happen?" Damon asked still laughing.
Caroline gritted her teeth, glaring at the laughing vampire. Although if she were honest with herself she had wondered that herself.
Weren't they at the total opposite ends of the supernatural scale? Witches and Vampires weren't supposed to procreate. How did that even happen?
Bonnie had told her that because Blade was a Dhampir – half human, half vampire – and Abby was a Bennett witch, shit happens. And that shit, Bonnie had told her dryly, was her.
Resisting the urge to chuck something at Damon who continued to laugh his ass off, Caroline clenched her fists, ready to lay into him with a scorching tirade. But it seemed as if she didn't need to.
No one saw him move. No one sensed him moving. But suddenly Damon was slammed up against the wall, with a stake shoved in his shoulder, and a knife to his throat.
"Son of a bitch!" he roared in pain.
"I don't like you." Blade rumbled softly, increasing the pressure of the knife against his throat. He easily held Damon up against the outside wall of the Hale House, dust and plaster falling around them.
Snarling, Damon tried to throw the bigger man off, only to have him slam his head against the wall again, causing Caroline to suppress a giggle.
Damon Salvatore was use to being the biggest bad ass in town. He was use to the one doing random acts of violence. He was use to being the one everyone was wary of. But come to Beacon Hills, and Damon was a little boy in a very big pond.
"Blade." Bonnie said softly, green eyes on the man clad in leather. Behind her stood her werewolf family. Derek immediately behind her, Mason and Tyler, flanked her on either side, and Derek's protégée Scott, stood slightly in front of her like a wall of protection. All four men, stood tense, ready to protect their witch if need be, but not wanting to get in between the fight that was brewing.
Snarling, Damon punched Blade in the face, dislodging the man's sunglasses as they clattered to the porch floor, probably expecting him to at least release the choke hold he had on him, only to have the taller man's head snap to one side, before slowly turning back and slamming him back into the same wall this time harder.
"Dude, we just got that wall installed!" Stiles, Scott's best friend protested, drawing a quick glare from Blade before Damon snarled at the man holding him against the wall as if he were a rag doll.
Caroline couldn't stop the gleeful smile that crossed her face. She could see from the look on his face, Damon was stunned at the power and the ease at which the man held him. And he didn't know how to handle the fact that he was being beaten by someone else. Oh what good times! Caroline thought gleefully.
"Okay I have $50 on Bonnie's daddy!" Caroline whispered to Stefan, who had saddled up beside her.
"No fair." He whispered back, not at all worried that his brother was having his ass handed to him, for the second time in 24 hours. "I was going to bet on him!"
Caroline absolutely loved this Stefan. This Stefan knew how to have fun. This Stefan wasn't weighed down by Elena and her dramas.
"He's your brother; you're supposed to bet on him." Caroline reasoned, chuckling when he shrugged.
"Blade!" this time harder more forceful causing the man to jerk his head to one side and glare at her, and the two Mystic Falls vampires to jump guiltily.
"Put him down." Bonnie commanded slowly, arms folded across her chest, staring at the dark man unflinchingly.
A sinister smirk flashed across his dark face as he bared his teeth at her.
"Gladly." He rumbled, pressing the knife in deeper.
Scowling Bonnie raised her hand before flicking her fingers. The knife Blade had to Damon's throat shot out of his hand, before he was picked up by an invisible force and carried away from Damon.
Eyes bleeding black, Damon moved to attack Blade only to have him slammed back into the wall again, causing even more plaster to rain down around him.
"Bons, really! Dude!" Stiles complained, pointing at Damon and the damaged wall.
"Little girl." Blade warned, not even bothering to struggle against the power that held him.
"Kill him later." She told him, ignoring the dark look Damon shot her way. "We have more important things to deal with."
Father and daughter continued to glare at one another before an almost non-decipherable nod, caused Bonnie to release him from her hold.
Inclining his head he turned to Damon who was still held up against the wall.
"Talk bad about my daughter again and even she won't be able to stop me from killing you." He growled body tight with tension.
Damon sneered at him, but kept his mouth shut, finally showing some intelligence.
"Dang, it." Caroline whined. "There goes a quick fifty bucks!"
Shaking his head at his brother and shooting Caroline a small grin, Stefan moved cautiously before the dark man.
"Stefan Salvatore." He introduced holding his hand out to him. "A friend of Bonnie's."
Blade stared Stefan in the eyes, barely moving. To his credit, Stefan didn't back down from the glare, instead continued to hold his hand out to the man.
"Blade." Was the cryptic response, before his shook Stefan's hand in a short sharp shake.
"This is Caroline." Bonnie introduced, walking up beside Caroline and slipping her arm through hers.
"The best friend." The man growled, those light brown eyes, flecked with red sweeping over Caroline.
Grinning, Caroline turned to Bonnie.
"You told him?" she asked, unbelievably touched. Although she didn't know why. Maybe it was because even though she had just met her real father, Bonnie still saw it fit to mention Caroline as her best friend.
Rolling her eyes, Bonnie nodded.
"He asked, I answered. And that is Damon. Stefan's brother." Bonnie waved to the visibly angry vampire who continued to glare at Blade.
"So, Deacon Frost." Blade prompted his voice low and gravelly, causing Caroline to shudder. His voice scraped along her nerve endings causing a reaction that she felt somewhat uncomfortable with.
"Inside." Bonnie told him. "We'll talk inside."