Title: And There Will Be Blood
By: Jezzi B.
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Fandom: Vampire Diaries (Book & TV)
Pairing: Damon/Bonnie
Rating: M +16
Type: Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the show, book series or the characters. The writing here in is for no profit and simply a fan work.
Summary: Bonnie receives an unwanted Christmas gift from Damon with a shocking message. We go back five weeks into the past to see how things lead up to Christmas. Bonnie is now experiencing a new life in New York with her boyfriend—who happens to be Elena's ex—Matt. Her abilities seem to have dissipated, allowing her to finally lead a normal life. Everything seems picture perfect until Damon shows up in town to deliver her a message that someone close to her will die if she doesn't retrieve her powers.
NOTE: I am going to write the characters as they are in the current show, but incorporate elements from the book series. Try your best to remove what's happened in the storyline of the show/book, I'm touching on those elements, but I've written this story from the angle of Bonnie not fully knowing what Damon is. I wanted to take this approach because it works better for the story.
AND THERE WILL BE BLOOD
Sometimes you have events that take place in your life and they are so relevant and so important you know you're never going to forget them. You wish you could go back and change them somehow, or even pretend they never took place, but it's not possible. Too much has happened. Words said that can never be taken back, and actions that can never be excused…
Chapter 3: Memories
"I want my own room," Bonnie demanded.
Bonnie and Damon were standing in the foyer of a lovely hotel. The bellhop was eager to claim their bags; the ambiance of wealth was more than Bonnie could bear. She didn't understand why Damon couldn't settle for a simple motel, this wasn't a vacation; it was a rescue mission.
"I think the hotel staff would find it odd for Mr. & Mrs. Salvatore to request separate rooms," Damon slipped his arm around her waist to emphasize the relationship.
Bonnie was quick to pry his fingers from off her body.
"That was your idea, it doesn't mean I have to go along with it. You made me lie to my boyfriend about where I was going, last thing I need on my conscience is sharing a room with a sexual deviant. Besides—" she bit the corner of her lip, hesitating to add, "—I don't trust you…"
Damon had the uncanny ability to remain amused when he was being insulted.
He has to have the empathy of a statue…
He reached a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Damon also possessed the power to take her breath away whenever he'd slip close against her.
"Actually, the thing that really scares you is that you do trust me. You lied to your boyfriend, because you trust me. You went to the airport, not even knowing where we were going and entrusted your—little-body—to sit next to mine as we flew literally across the country—" Damon turned to shout towards the front desk, "—We'd like one room! The missus requires a king-size bed…"
Bonnie had lost the battle. She was standing near the window in the very bedroom she had protested earlier. Luckily the room had a couch; she was willing to sacrifice comfort for the sake of safety. She might have to share the room, but she certainly wasn't sharing a bed with him.
Damon's arm slipped in front of Bonnie's vision, shutting the curtains closed.
"Hey! What are you doing? Why are you closing all the windows?" Bonnie instinctively tugged her coat tighter around her chest.
Damon quirked his mouth into a half-smile, "Oh please, don't flatter yourself. Do you really think I intend to ravage you here? Hm—actually that's not a bad idea…"
"Okay, I get it, I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time understanding why we're in this room—hell—why are we in Alaska, Damon? I thought you said you didn't know where Elena & Stefan were," Bonnie needed answers.
Damon still continued to circle the room, closing each curtain, one-by-one.
"I don't know where they are…" Damon seemed distracted.
"Okay, that didn't answer anything at all, why are we here?" Bonnie folded her arms; she was going to get a straight answer out of him if it killed her.
Damon began turning off the lights in the room. Bonnie felt panic.
"What are you doing?" She was rushing over to the light switch as fast as her legs could carry her.
Damon moved too quickly; he was unnaturally fast. He was holding her hand, preventing her from touching the light switch. The two of them stood in the darkness with their hands together.
She could hear the soft, "Shhh." Escape Damon's lips before he switched on a handheld black light. All around them was darkness with an eerie blue overtone. Only one spot really stood out to Bonnie, the large, fluorescent-green spot on the floor. There was a large bloodstain and what looked like the shape of a human body.
A whisper was against her ear.
"This is the last place my brother and Elena were before they went missing…"
Bonnie could barely speak, her lips were parting, but the words weren't forming.
"T-that's a—My god, Damon. Someone died here!"
"What was your first clue, Sherlock?" Damon was already waiting for her to get over it.
These sorts of instances would disturb any normal person, which stroked another thought to Bonnie's mind—
"—How did you know that was going to be there?"
"Because the last call I received from Stefan came from this room. I could hear Elena scream in the background before the call was cut," Damon flipped back on the lights.
"That is why we are in Alaska, are you satisfied?" He tilted his head to the side, gauging her reactions.
"Wait, you heard her scream, then you mean that this stain on the floor is—"
"Oh no, it's not her, trust me." Damon allowed himself to have a seat against the corner of the bed.
"How can you know, you weren't here…"
"I know blood, Bonnie. Better than you can imagine and I can tell you with complete certainty, it's not hers."
"Then, if someone died here, why didn't the hotel close the room off for an investigation?" Bonnie couldn't make sense of it.
Damon just continued his disturbing smile; he was going to leave her to figure out the answers herself. Bonnie was determined to prove that she wasn't just some bubble-headed ex-cheerleader from Mystic Falls.
"This is a cover-up. Someone came in—probably after Elena & Stefan. This person though, they weren't the attacker, they were someone else—maybe hotel staff. They got in the way and the attacker killed them and covered up his tracks," Bonnie was proud of her own detective work.
Damon gave her a single handclap to applaud her conclusions.
"Very good, those were my thoughts exactly, but—that's really not good enough…"
Bonnie was confused again, "What?"
Damon stood up, reclaiming Bonnie's wrist. He'd been touching her hands far too much for her liking. He knelt with her against the floor, hovering her palm over the bloodstain.
"If all I needed was theories, I could have done all that myself. I dragged you all the way out here not for sport, but for answers. You're going to touch this stain and give them to me." He was demanding.
Bonnie tried to jerk her hand away from him, but she couldn't.
"I told you, my powers are gone, Damon! I can't give you any answers!"
"They are not gone!" Damon's voice was rising.
"You are not some normal, little college student from Mystic Falls. You are a pure blooded Witch! Can't you just learn to accept what you are? You will never be a normal person, with a normal boyfriend and a normal life. You just need something to jolt those powers awake," He was speaking through his teeth.
Bonnie knew that her powers seemed to manifest, or become stronger in the heat of conflicting emotions. She definitely had to get her powers back; she had to save Elena. Her fingers were slowly reaching out to the stain. She feared what would happen if she touched it and her powers weren't activated. How would Damon react?
She needed an emotional catalyst. Fear had always worked in the past.
She focused her thoughts on Elena, her dearest friend, and the consequences that potentially awaited her.
"Remember who you are," Damon whispered quietly.
He was dangerously near. She couldn't possibly escape the haze that was enwrapping her mind. She needed air. Entwined like darkness touching light, the Demon and the Angel. She couldn't take it. She tried her best to pull away from him, but only found herself falling against the faded blood stain.
Suddenly, everything that had been locked away came flooding back like a tidal wave.
She could see Elena & Stefan's shadowy forms dashing from the room like a distorted memory. She could see the dead maid lying against the floor with her throat ripped out. She could see a dark figure with a disfigured face in a black hood chase after the screaming Elena. For just a moment she could see pearls—no—not pearls, pearl-white canines protruding from the assailants' mouth.
Bonnie heaved hard, her eyes wide open, "He's a monster and he's chasing them."
She scrambled to her feet, stumbling for the door, dragging Damon by the wrist with her.
She staggered into the hall with glazed-over, large pupils.
"Elena ran down this hallway, she was scared—"
Damon was compliant for now, helping her to steady her movements as they ventured down the hallway.
Bonnie could see the shadow-form of Elena drop something into the trash bin by the corner of the hall before following Stefan to the emergency exit.
"She dropped something in here!" Bonnie choked out her words, frantically trying to tear open the trashcan.
"Stop. It's empty, it's been three days, they've already clear it out," Damon was trying to stop her from looking like a complete savage.
"I saw her, I saw her. She was here. It was so real—she was here, Damon," Bonnie couldn't stop shaking.
"That thing with fangs that was chasing her, it was so horrible!" Bonnie couldn't stop crying now.
"Oh come now, sharpened fangs are considered to be a turn-on in some circles…"
Damon held her steady, what did it take to shake Mr. Unshakable? She just told him that a monster attacked Elena and he was still managing to react as if the news was as normal as a weather forecast.
She couldn't help herself; it was too much for her. She pressed her face against him, muffling her tears against his black button-up shirt.
"This shirt is really expensive," Damon was complaining, but one thing he wasn't doing, was pushing her away.
She had to quickly get her composure back, tears would not save Elena and it was stupid of her to think she'd actually get verbal comfort from Damon.
She shook her head, shoving herself from off of Damon.
"Aren't you worried at all about your brother? Doesn't the fact that Elena's in trouble reach your heart, you bastard!" She was clenching her teeth.
"You are so adorably, innocent. I don't see this as a problem; I see this as progress. Your powers are back—thanks to me—and we have our first clue to their whereabouts. I really fail to see why you're being such an emotional wreck, go back to the room, tip-toe around the bloodstain and clean yourself up…" He was heading towards the elevator.
"Where are you going?" She shouted after him.
Damon stood in the elevator, turning to face her. He smiled, tucking his hands into his leather coat pockets. Just before the doors closed he spoke,
"Dumpster diving…"
Bonnie lay sprawled out against the bed. She kept a hand against the center of her chest to steady her breathing. So much had happened. Elena & Stefan were missing, a monster was after them. Damon and herself traveled to Alaska secretly to save them. They were staying in a room someone had been murdered in. She managed to get her powers back by kissing Damon and a small, sick part of her, actually enjoyed it…
She knew she wasn't normal. The fact that she could lay so still and calmly despite all of the horrible information swimming around her was a testament to that.
Ring. Ring
Her cell was ringing.
She reached over to the nightstand, grasping hold of the phone to touch the cool surface against her ear.
"Bonnie? Is that you? I've been worried sick about you! You said you were going to call when you got to your grandmothers," it was Matt's concerned voice.
"Matt…" She breathed his name gently.
What could she tell him? How could she ever go back to normalcy?
"How did you feel about my powers? Are you glad they're gone?" She turned on her side, curling herself up near the phone.
"Bonnie, why are you asking me this? What's wrong?"
"Please, I need to know Matt, how do you feel about my powers being gone?" She closed her eyes; she just had to know.
Matt was silent for a moment.
"I was glad they went away. I accept you and what you are, but I liked the life we had. No murders, no magic, no anything. I like our only worries being exams and dinner," he answered honestly.
Bonnie had no more tears left to shed; she instead kept her voice strong.
"Matt, we've been dating for six-months now and we've never once said 'I love you' to each other. I think we find comfort and familiarity in each other, but its obvious that part of you is still in love with Elena. You're a really amazing guy and you'll make an amazing boyfriend to someone if you just let her go," Bonnie felt a pain sting within her. Matt was her safety net; she was losing him. She had no one else.
"You're breaking up with me? Bonnie, don't do this…" He was begging.
"I am a witch, Matt. It's not just some—thing—it's who I am. It took me a while to see it, but I see it clearly now. I need someone who is just as strange as I am."
"Bonnie, don't say that. I think we could make it work—"
The door flew open, followed by the foulest of smells. Bonnie bolted up, quickly closing and stuffing her phone under her pillow.
Damon stood with an expression that could kill. He had his untainted coat and shirt in one hand and a book in the other. His bare chest was visible with all of the muscular curves of his masculinity visible. He tossed his clothing to the chair and tossed the book to Bonnie. Bonnie fumbled to catch it and immediately upon smelling it she threw it to the floor.
"Where did you go, a landfill?" Bonnie held her nose.
"Just about…" Damon was unbuttoning his jeans.
Bonnie quickly turned her head away, shielding her eyes from seeing any nudity.
"Can you please go in the bathroom before you start undressing?" She felt her heart pound hard within her ribcage.
"Mm, don't you want to join me Mrs. Salvatore? I'd love to see how you look all—wet…" He was taunting her.
She refused to look at him; afraid she'd see him standing naked and unabashed about it. She shut her eyes tightly.
"Just go shower!"
She could hear Damon snort briefly before the bathroom door shut closed. She sighed with relief. She thought her roommate at the university was bad, but Damon definitely stole the show.
The shower water was running loudly. She could hear Damon whistling under stream. Now was as good a time as any to inspect the book. She crawled to the edge of the bed, leaning down to poke open the book with her finger.
The pages turned to reveal Elena's writing. It was her diary. She knew someone would find it! She had to have known that she'd come after her.
Bonnie suddenly was able to ignore the stench, quickly skimming through the pages. So many were missing, they must have fallen out in the dumpster. She flipped to the most recent entry.
"Dear Diary,
Stefan & I are here in Alaska. I can remember a time when Damon was the only danger I had to worry about, now my problems are so much greater. We have a new enemy now. Stefan says that he will come for me no matter where I go, so we decided to find a way to stop him. Stefan told me that he had a friend (Samuel Southmoore) who lived up here that would be able to tell us a way to kill him. He's not like Stefan or Damon, I don't know what he is…"
Bonnie closed the diary. What did she mean about the monster not being like Stefan or Damon? She knew there was something very wrong with the Salvatore brothers. She knew that they were dangerous, mysterious and completely unpredictable. Somehow all those factors still didn't add up to how they could be compared to the monster in her vision.
Damon, was faster than most people. He wasn't bothered by the cold, she hadn't seen him eat or drink once. Strange things happen to people around Damon. She couldn't deny these facts, she'd always known that Damon was a hazard and yet she was still in a bedroom with him.
Bonnie flipped back to earlier pages of the diary.
She managed to find one half-torn page.
"Dear Diary,
Damon is a…
I really can't believe that he…
I need to find a way to protect…
He's a monster…"
A monster? Bonnie's lips parted slowly, her eyes turning to the bathroom door. He was still whistling his tune.
Bonnie tucked the book under her arm, carefully pulling her phone from under her pillow. She had to be ever so quiet; she wasn't even sure why she felt such urgency for silence.
In a matter of seconds she had her purse, her phone and the diary in hand and was tiptoeing for the door. Her fingers touched the cool metal knob, intending to gently turn it open.
A palm slammed against the doors surface.
Bonnie swallowed, feeling a chin brush over her shoulder.
Damon smelled shower-fresh, his wet hair was starting to drip against her. Any shred of fondness she felt for him was dissipating. Any longing or sympathy she felt towards him had diminished between those pages.
"This is really such a shame, Bonnie. I felt like we were really connecting. I felt a weird kinship with you, I thought out of all the people in this world, you'd be the one to understand how I felt," He was whispering.
She refused to be terrorized.
"How can I relate to someone who Elena describes as being a monster? What are you, Damon? What did you do to that stewardess?"
"Are you forgetting everything we've shared together?" Damon was a taunting force.
"We've shared nothing. I can see you for what you really are…"
"And what am I, sweetie?"
Bonnie shook her head.
"I don't want to say…"
Damon inhaled her scent deeply, pressing her against the door to lock her in place.
"Say it. You know you want to. How did I know there was blood on the floor? Why don't I eat? Why was that unfortunate near-dead stewardess clutching her neck in a stupor?"
Bonnie wet her lips. It was impossible. He couldn't be one. They don't exist. Yet, her instinct, her ancient witch blood spoke the truth to her soul. She spoke the word as if it was sacred,
"Vampire…"
"Was that really so difficult to say? There's really only two ways this can go since I don't seem to be able to glamour you. You can either help me find Stefan & Elena and then go back to living your happy little non-existence with your poor excuse of a boyfriend or—I can kill you…"
