Ok, so here we are. Next piece. I really tried to stop myself, but I couldn't help but wrote this from Damon's POV. So read and review, as always.
Damon's POV.
I heard the sound of car stopping in front of the house. Then I watched as Mrs. Flowers went out to meet them. I couldn't believe it when she led them into their room. I couldn't believe they shared one room. No, they couldn't be together. How could they? My pathetic little brother and my Bonnie… no, just Bonnie. She used to be 'my Bonnie' once. But she wasn't anymore. Now someone else called her 'my Bonnie'. Likely that someone was my brother. It seemed we just swept places with him. Me and Elena. Stefan and Bonnie. But who was I kidding? That was impossible. Even if my little brother decided to go on and date somebody again, I knew Bonnie. She would never date - or worse – live with – somebody like my brother. Somebody so stupid, miserable, troublesome. She was better than that. I heard sound of door closing and Bonnie's light footsteps in the carpeted hallway. Should I go there and say hi? Or should I wait till the dinner? What should I do now? And where the fuck is Elena? I left my room without noticing, and now, standing in the hallway, I was staring at the wooden door of their room. I knew she wasn't there, I could feel her Presence somewhere outside. Porch? Courtyard? I opened the door and stepped inside. Room was empty. But Stefan hadn't left it, so… I heard the sound of running water. Aha, shower. I sat on a bed, deciding to wait for him. My patient lasted exactly two minutes. I got up and made a step toward the door. But then again, what would I do in my room? I searched for Elena's Presence, not finding her in the house. And somehow I doubted I wanted to hang out with Meredith or Alaric. So my brother was only acceptable alternative. At least, I could've laughed at him. While I was thinking over my options, the water seemed to stop running. Turning my back to the door, I found myself staring into Stefan's eyes.
"Why, hello, little brother."
"What are you doing here?"
"Ouch. Don't act like you're not glad to see me?" I flashed him my brilliant smile. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"What are you doing here?" He asked again. Oh, how can one be soooo annoying?
"Well, if you don't know, I'll tell you. A friend of mine is getting…"
"Who?" He interrupted me, raising his brows. "A friend of yours? You. Have. Friends?" Wanna be smart?
"Yeah, I even have a wife." He shut his mouth and looked down. Five centuries! It had been five centuries now and he had yet to realized that I was far smarter then him. So, now, one final effort and he would be completely destroyed. What would be it? Oh, let's kill curiosity and Stefan in one shot.
"So, you and Bonnie? Huh, little brother?" Yeah, that's it. He opened him mouth, looking paler then before.
"And that's not any of your business." A voice came from behind me. I turned around already knowing who I would see. There she was, standing in front of me with killer look on her face. That was unexpected. I couldn't even think about any sarcastic remark. I just stared at her. I didn't want to even to image what my face looked like at the moment.
"Yes, Damon, what is it to you?" What? Shut up, Stefan. Think, Damon, think! Say something! I glared at Stefan with all hatred I could possibly fit into my eyes.
"Um, Damon, we haven't unpacked yet, so… ", she caught my attention again. What the hell did she think she was doing? Oh, yeah, stupid me; I could actually know what she was thinking. To know that I needed just… just… fuck! She was blocking me. I tried again. Nothing. She glanced at Stefan, as if having a silent conversation.
"Damon, I think you should leave now." Stefan said, trying to sound firmly. I looked from Bonnie to him. In all honesty, at that point I just wanted to run to the damned door and out of the room and this awkward, embarrassing conversation.
But once I was out I heard her laughing. Really, laughing! No screaming, no crying – she was in a fucking fit of laughter! I wanted to kill somebody. In whole my existence I couldn't remember been so embarrassed. I burst into our room, pale-skinned and breathing hard. Why was I even thinking about them? Way was I thinking about her? I really don't care. I was here only because of Elena, because she wanted to be on this fucking wedding, because I wanted to make her happy. What is wrong with you?What the fuck are you doing?
Our room's door creaked open slowly. I stopped breathing. Then familiar blond head showed itself from the door and I let out breath.
"Where were you?" I demanded.
"Went outside for some air. Why?" She looked at me concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine." Elena walked to me and placed her hands around my waist hugging me. I returned the hug. "By the way, how are you going to settle the Bonnie-problem?" I tried very hard, but I couldn't help asking that.
"What Bonnie-problem?" God, sometimes Elena acted like a blond she was. I looked at her trying to express with my eyes what I was thinking. "Oh, that." She looked down. "We have already sorted everything out"
"You what?" I asked terrified suddenly, though I didn't know why.
"I talked to her."
"And what did she say?"
"Well, she said it was ok. She said she didn't care, coz your relationship was nothing, and that you were just killing time and…" Elena trailed off.
"She said it was nothing?" I choked out.
"Exactly like that." I knew I was hurting Elena with my reaction right now, but I didn't care much. "Damon" she looked me in the eye "I believe, she really meant what she said. She seemed so confident. I think she really doesn't care." Did she know she was pushing me? Something in her eyes told me she did. But her words. Her words meant that Bonnie didn't give a rat's ass about what was between us. She thought it was nothing. My mouth felt dry and I choked again. For me it was… something. Something, but definitely not nothing.
Elena wasn't the real reason why I had left Bonnie. Elena was an occasion to leave. Why I had left… Gosh, it was Bonnie, our little Bonnie, who had had such an effect on me, with whom, it seemed, I could've spent my forever. And it scared me shitless. I couldn't afford tying myself to her. It was too much for me. She was too much. When Stefan had summoned me to Florence, I had almost stayed there. I had decided I wouldn't come back. I had endured the torture for two weeks. And every day of those damned weeks I craved her. I had thought I would give it all up and fly to my Bonnie. Which I had eventually done.
But then Elena had showed up. She had practically proposed herself to me. And she… Elena was like everything I had ever wanted in one vial. She was smart, brave, she had resisted me for so long, it had made me want her even more. She was a light in my darkness. And, besides, she was Katherine's reincarnation. Yes, Katherine had turned out to be a bitch, but that didn't mean she was that easy to forget. I had carried her in my heart for five hundred years! I had loved her. At least I thought I had. And one more small detail – Elena was Stefan's.
So I had left. I escaped from Bonnie, meanly using Elena's proposition.
And now I was finding out that it was nothing to Bonnie.
I tried to move, something held me in place. I looked down and saw Elena, still hugging me. Just what I need. I bent down and kissed her with all mix of feelings that were boiling inside me. She kissed me back while I was backing to our bed.
We were all sitting at the table. Others were talking but I paid no attention to them. All my concentration was on the red-haired demon of mine. She wasn't looking at me, she acted as if I wasn't there at all. In fact, she wasn't looking at anything but her plate, very rarely giving a short glance Stefan or Meredith if she was asked something. Elena was a good distraction, but I still couldn't stop thinking about Bonnie's words. I had to know what she was thinking. She would probably block me, but if I make it a little bit intensive… a little…
"Would you please stop doing that?" Everybody looked at me. Did she lose her mind? Compose yourself, Damon!
"Doing what?" I asked through the clenched teeth.
"Champing." She smiled. You want to play games, little bitch? I'll show you games. Everybody was laughing now. Except Stefan. He looked at her concerned, she only smiled back. She was obviously enjoying herself.
She excused herself a few minutes later. I watched her walking out of the room, and thought of the ways to murder her. The rest of the dinner went without any adventures. After it was done I went to our room with, what I was sure was deadly look on my face. I was standing by the window when Elena came. She went silently to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm going hunting. Don't wait for me." I said without turning and jumped out of the window.
It was 8 a.m. and I was coming back from the hunting. I was in the hallway when I saw Bonnie walking in a direction to the stairs. One moment I saw her, next – moving with inhuman speed, I was pressing her into a wall with my hand on her throat. It wouldn't hurt her, but it would be enough to scare her. She watched me with huge, frightened eyes as I lowered my head and began to murmur into her ear.
"My, my, Bonnie, you have to know better than piss me off. You do know how easily I can break you lovely neck, don't you? And if you try something like that again, it will be exactly what I'll do. Understand?" I pulled back to look at her. Her face was mask of hatred and pain. She didn't reply.
"Do you understand?" I repeated. She shuddered and threw my hand off of her throat, using all her force.
"Go to hell!" She screamed. "Go to hell, Damon, and never come back!"
She walked slowly to her room, keeping close to the wall in case she would fall down. Before the door closed behind her, I heard her let out muffled hysterical sob. That sob was the sound that would chase me until my death. I stood in the hallway, unable to move myself. I couldn't believe that I actually had done that.
Then her door suddenly flew open and I saw angry, deadly-looking Stefan. He walked toward me, stopping when he was right in front me. He waited another minute looking into my eyes silently. And then his fist collided with my jaw. I was about to kill Stefan when I looked over his shoulder and saw Bonnie. On the floor. She laid there like a broken doll. Just sometimes mute sobs shook her tiny body. I watched her open-mouthed.
"If you ever, ever hurt her again, I will kill you, I swear I will." I was in so many times stronger than Stefan was. I could kill him right there, right then. But for some reason after seeing Bonnie like that, I wanted to die myself.
I was alone in the hallway. I didn't know haw long I stayed there after Stefan had gone; I didn't know when he had gone. Someone was tapping on my shoulder.
"Damon, Damon, Daaamoon." I turned my head and saw Elena. "Damon, let's go. Matt arrived, we have to say hi." I let Elena lead me whatever she wanted. Though I didn't know where it was until I found myself sitting on a couch in the living room. I stared at some spot, without thinking.
"Where's Bonnie?" I heard Mutt asking.
"Upstairs. She's not feeling good." Stefan? How long had I been in a vacuum?
"Oh" Mutt said. "So, when's she coming down?"
"I don't know. Maybe later" Stefan replied. I caught Meredith looking at me angrily.
But I hadn't hurt her, had I? No, I couldn't. I hadn't pushed very hard… just to scare her… God, what had I done? I stood up and walked out of house, ignoring Elena's displeased 'Damon!' I needed to think. For once I needed to really think.
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