I'm a bit of a sucker for cheesy romances, so what? Hope you like!:) Btw, Frederick is still out there somewhere, but where? And will he try again to kill Bonnie? Hmm…
She could hear someone speaking to her, though she didn't understand it. It sounded so much like Damon, but the person had said that he loved her. That couldn't be Damon. He loved Elena, not her. Then, something wet fell on her cheek. It started buzzing with power, and that power encouraged her to fight to come back.
As his tear fell on her cheek, it started to glow, and light up her face. He was so distraught over what had happened though, that he didn't notice. He didn't notice until that glow had spread all over her body. He lifted his head from her face, never letting go of her, and watched, trying to figure out what was happening. He began stroking her hair, as he continued to watch. The wounds on her neck started to fade, as the bruises he had created by strangling her did too. Slowly, but surely, her pulse began to come back as blood began pumping through her veins. She began sucking in little, shallow breaths of air. He was overjoyed at what happened next. She sat straight up, gasping in large deep breaths of air. She began coughing and sputtering, so he tilted her up a little more and began rubbing and patting her back, trying to sooth her. When she had calmed down, she looked up and into his eyes. He stared back at her, and realized that he truly loved her with all of his heart and leaned down to kiss her. She stretched her neck a little to reach him, and realized that this is where she belonged. In his arms with him forever. After a few minutes, they parted for some much needed breaths of air.
"Did you mean it?" She asked him.
"Mean what?"
"What you told me when you thought I was dead?"
He hesitated for a moment, and she looked down, thinking he had just said it as a spur of the moment thing. He gently lifted her chin with his finger.
"Every word." He whispered, and kissed her again.
While they were kissing, he lifted her up, and began carrying her into the house. She was exhausted from that whole ordeal, and while she didn't say anything, he knew it from her small kitten-like yawns. When he got up to her room, he broke their kiss and laid her on the bed.
"Rest, my little bird." He gently told her.
"Stay with me, please?" She innocently asked.
"Anything you want."
He slipped off his shoes and socks, and laid next to her on the bed. Now that he had her back, he was never going to leave her again. He pulled her into his arms as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Bonnie woke wrapped in someone's arms. Her first instinct was to panic. Who was in her room, and how did they get in? But this was a different sensation. These arms promised love and protection from anything or anyone who might try to hurt her. As she opened her eyes, she looked up into the eyes of her savior. Damon was already awake and gazing at her, lovingly, waiting for this moment.
"Good morning, cara." He told her, and leaned down to kiss her.
She blushed, and giggled.
"Good morning." She replied, shyly.
Her stomach rumbled, and he picked her up. She yelped a little and started giggling as he carried her down the stairs. The whole time, he had a wicked grin spread across his face.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Well, you're obviously hungry, and I happen to be an excellent cook, so I'm going to make you breakfast."
He set her down in a chair at the island. She watched as he prepared a feast, far too large for her to eat it all.
He set down a plate in front of her. On it was a neatly folded omelet, hash browns, a sliced orange, and sausage. She took a bite, and it was literally the best thing she had ever had. When she had finished, Damon decided it was too good of a day to waste inside, and he was going to do something fun with her.
"So, where are we going?" Bonnie asked.
"We're just going to have a good time." Damon replied with a smirk. They were just walking out into the woods. When they got to the middle, they messed around and just had a good time. He chased her, then she chased him, then he ran off with her in his arms giggling the whole time.
Meanwhile, Frederick had been watching from behind some trees. He had disguised his aura, so Damon wouldn't see him. He wanted to watch Damon suffer from the loss of his love, and see the guilt in his eyes, knowing that he had killed her. But he was surprised to hear laughter. He peeked through some branches, and saw her alive again, and in his arms. He also got to see them share a passionate kiss. How had this happened? He watched her die, and heard her heart stop beating. It wasn't possible unless he had turned her, but with a little more concentration, he realized that wasn't the case. She was still all human, with a beating heart. Oh, well, he thought. That just makes her easier to kill the second time. And he wouldn't fail this time.
It was about 10:30, and everybody in the small town of Fell's Church was in bed. Everyone except Bonnie and Damon. They were walking hand in hand down the street laughing with one another. They had walked through town, to take the long way home. Just as they were about half way through, Frederick showed up in front of them. Damon gave off a feral growl, and crouched down into a fighting pose.
"Aah, so I see you're still alive. What a true surprise." Frederick commented, with an evil grin that almost outshined Damon's.
"Who are you?" Bonnie asked him. She hadn't gotten to meet him, since she had already been dead when he had shown up the night before.
"Your death." She gasped.
"You can't kill her if you're already dead, and either way, you aren't getting your hands on her." Damon said, viciously.
"We'll see about that."
Frederick and Damon jumped on each other.
"Run!" Damon shouted to her.
She ran to the nearest place she found; an apartment complex. She figured she'd be safe there, since he'd have to be invited in. But as she got in and climbed the stairs, she realized that no one had lived there in about 10 years. The one abandoned building in Fell's Church, and that's the one she picked. She could hear footsteps approaching her and realized it was either her death or her salvation. It was Damon, coming to rescue her, or Frederick coming for just the opposite.
It was her worst nightmare. Frederick approached her. He stopped at the end of the hall and she wondered what he was doing. He flicked his wrist out, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He began slowly walking down the hall, like a psychotic killer, stalking its prey. She glanced behind her and realized there was an open window. She ran toward it onto a ledge. She looked both ways, and ran to the farthest side. Frederick slowly climbed out the same window and began coming towards her again, slower than before, dagger still in hand. The only way out of this was for him to stab her and kill her, or for her to jump and die, being as she was about 15 stories up. Damon was unconscious at the bottom. She shouted down to him, but he didn't move. She tried sending a telepathic message to Stefan, but figured he was too weak to get it, and either way, she didn't have time to wait for a reply. Frederick was closing in on her and the clock struck eleven. She realized her time was up. Jump, or be killed. If she gave herself over to Frederick, he was going to draw out her death, and make it brutal. She decided she would jump.
Her feet left the ledge, and she sent out a prayer to the heavens that she would somehow survive the fall. As she looked up to the top of the building, she saw Frederick, with a look of shock and happiness on his face. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as she made her way to the concrete. This was it. She was screaming the whole way down, a blood curdling screech that could deafen anyone.
As she was about to hit the ground, and meet her death, she said a silent goodbye to all of her friends. Then she hit… two strong arms? But how? She opened her clenched eyes and looked up to see Stefan. So he had heard. He set her down, as Stefan went to go after Frederick. She ran to Damon's side, and kneeled down next to him. She held him in her tiny arms as best as she could, and he began to come around. When he woke, she realized he was going to be okay. They were going to be okay.
That's when her world came crashing down. They were looking into each others eyes, like the last time, when she felt an excruciating pain in her back. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. She felt any strength she had give out, and collapsed face first into Damon's arms.
"No!" He shouted. Frederick was behind her, laughing psychotically. Too bad he didn't see Stefan coming with a stake. He pierced it through his back, and straight through his heart. His laughter stopped immediately and he collapsed, as his skin turned an ashen gray color, and everyone knew he was truly dead this time.
Damon gently pulled the dagger out of Bonnie's back, and flipped her over. Her heart beat was getting weaker. This couldn't be happening. He had just gotten her back; she couldn't be leaving him already.
"Da-amon, I-I'm so sor-rry." She tried to tell him, but it was difficult due to the amount of blood she was losing.
"Shh, shh." He hushed her. "Don't apologize." He could already feel the tears forming in his eyes.
"I lo-ove you." She whispered. That was it. She couldn't leave him. He wouldn't allow it. He knew what he had to do. Stefan was gone, along with Frederick's body, giving him just enough time to do what needed to be done.
"I love you too, my little bird." He told her, and then ripped into his wrist. It was gushing with blood, and he held it to her mouth. He had tilted her body up a little ways, trying to ensure she would get enough blood. The wound was too large to heal, but that wouldn't stop him from changing her. She eventually lost consciousness, but he still made sure that a fair amount of blood was making it down her throat and into her system while she was still alive. After about five minutes, her heart stopped. He picked her up in his arms and looked down at her still, unmoving form.
"That's why I can't lose you." He whispered to her before carrying her back to the boarding house and up to his room.
He had laid her on his bed, and was laying next to her, waiting for her to wake, when Stefan slammed the door open.
"I saw your blood all over the sidewalk. What did you do?" He shouted.
"Shh, Bonnie needs to rest, and you shouting will only make things worse." Damon said in a hushed tone.
"How could you? How could you take that choice away from her?" Stefan demanded.
"I'd think you'd understand. If it were Elena in the same situation, wouldn't you save her?" Damon asked.
"Well-"He paused because he knew that Damon spoke the truth. He wouldn't think twice about it. He would just do whatever it took to save her. "You love her." He whispered more to himself than anyone else.
He looked at the way Damon gazed lovingly at her, and left them be. He didn't want to interrupt their moment when she woke up.
He saw her fingers twitch slightly, and immediately shot up. Not even moments later, her eyes shot open, and she was across the room, in a fighting stance.
Damon didn't move, not wanting to alarm her. She looked at him, almost as if she were trying to figure out who he was. That was exactly what she doing.
"Bonnie?" He asked gently. He almost grimaced when he saw her flinch at his words.
A few moments later, she stood up fully. "Damon?" She asked slowly, trying to think out what she was saying. Memories were flooding back through her mind. Her dying was the last one before she didn't remember anything. But it was her dying the first time, at his hands. As she saw that, she pounced across the room, fangs fully extended, trying to rip out his throat.
He caught her, and held her at arms length, a confused expression spread across his face.
"You did this to me! This is your fault!" She screamed at him.
"What?" He asked. He was confused. It had been he who had saved her.
"You killed me!" That was completely wrong. She had to remember, so he offered up his wrist to her. She tore into it. He grimaced slightly at the pain, but knew that this was what it took to get her to remember. When he felt like she'd taken enough, he took it from her mouth. She gave a low growl, but almost immediately calmed down.
Her expression turned to one of understanding and sorrow as she remembered all of what had happened. Tears filled her eyes as she stopped fighting, and he drew her into his arms, and embraced her.
"I'm sorry." She sobbed into his shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay now. I love you, cara." He soothed her.
She looked up into his eyes, projecting all the love she for him, through them, like portals to her soul. "I love you too." She gently whispered to him.
Good? Terrible? I kind of love the stories where Bonnie gets hurt, and we get to see just how much Damon truly loves her. I tried to make that work here, but I'm not so sure how it went over. I hope it sounds good.:) Should this be it, or should I continue it? Please review, and tell me!:D
