Author's note: Yay another chapter finally. Sorry it took long. Hope you like, suggestions and ideas are always great. Tell me what you think.
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Songs: Hanging By a Moment - Lifehouse (Stefan and Elena)
Hey, Soul Sister – Train (This is for BonnieFF) ;)
Move Along - All-American Rejects
Bonnie was lying in bed staring up at her ceiling letting her mind wonder, before it was time to meet Caroline at the grill for a girls night out, and have some normal harmless fun. She eventually got out of bed and got out a green, silk top and a pair of black skinny jeans before hitting the shower before glancing at the clock, strange it wasn't working but she could have sworn she had put new batteries in it, yesterday. Weird. But then again I'm weird… and every other fringin' thing about the damn universe. Bonnie added angrily, getting a little annoyed at herself that she was getting worked up for nothing.
She knew what was up with Stefan. After his true nature decided to finally pop out of him, he kinda lost all control and now was locked up in the basement, until his aggression was at ease and calm. Bonnie had tried to dodge Elena at school and every other place in town, but since Elena was of at the boarding house just about all the time, it was easier to avoid her. Unluckily for Bonnie, her and the brunette had been friends, for as long as they could remember and had almost every class together and so Elena had caught up to Bonnie to set some steady ground between the two. She had tried but, had come up unsuccessful during the 'talk' Bonnie got to know what was going on with Stefan.
Bonnie didn't like it one bit, the trouble and pain Elena was going through, the regret and pain that Stefan was facing and the pain she was forced to face. Pain and hurt. That was what? Like a trend now. She couldn't hate Elena; they had been friends since forever, they were practically sisters, they would die for each other. And she liked Stefan he had made Elena feel better when she was deep in the ground, he had – in a way – helped her open up to her powers and also saved her life, she was grateful to him and she wasn't happy about it when she had to hurt him, that was the most powerful blow that she had ever directed, all her emotions – the pain, guilt and sorrow of losing Grams and the anger she felt which was almost entirely pointed at Damon – were unleashed like a beast on Stefan.
Bonnie hated the situations they were all put in she wanted it to be okay again, she had accepted the face that life as she knew it would never be the same again but she needed some time… time off from the havoc and drama of the supernatural world, and that meant staying as far away from vampires as possible, well for now.
It had been a long and rough week for Stefan and Elena and it was ending today. Stefan had been feeling really guilty about everything he had done, and refused to leave the basement or take any blood even tough he was ok and the human blood had passed out of his system and the cravings were gone. Elena didn't understand it so Damon had come clean and told her of there transition from humans to vampires. And why Stefan felt the way he did, he blamed himself for turning and also forcing Damon to turn.
She had confronted Stefan and told him that no matter what she was always there for him he couldn't scare her off - in a different choice of words - she had pushed him until he came face to face with reality. But he still blamed himself, it was like every muscle in his body was seeping with regret of the past and Elena knew that, however she was actually glad of the mistakes he had made 100 years ago because it bought him to her and it opened a complete new chapter to her life and she liked it, minus all the dreadful stuff that came to haunt them.
In the end it all narrowed down to the simple explanations, Stefan loved Elena he couldn't just leave or die, he needed to be there for her and for his brother. Now they were up in Stefan room trying to be caught by the simplicity of things and enjoying he moment in each others arms as normal beings, it was so peaceful so calm, a truly idyllic moment.
One week! Damon was washed up and it had only been a week it felt like a damn century, what with watch his 162 year old, dramatic baby brother. Thank God that was over Stefan was finally brooding normally, again as usual. The day was terrible first Alaric had dragged him a town over in hopes of finding Isobel, unfortunately the house didn't belong to her but, in fact to another vampire, one the Damon knew his name was Henry and he was one of the guys from the tomb. And guess who he had happen to have full contact with John Gilbert of course. They had speculated away without drawing suspicion from Henry but in the end the oh so joyful vamp had got staked by Alaric – who had asked Damon to not kill anyone today, looks like he did that job. Well they didn't find out anything about Alaric's dead vampire wife/ Elena's birth mother but it was official 'Uncle John' was definitely up to something and he didn't intend to sub-side his mission. Well, Damon would definitely have to look into that sometime. And he had also repeated his entire vampire transformation to Elena which had bought back some really old feelings and he was sure not going to think about that ever again. Right now he was lounging on the couch downstairs listening in on his brother and Elena's incredibly boring conversation. Ugh! Need to get out of here, maybe get a drink at the grill, might run in to the witch. That dream was surely something, to bad it didn't go all the way, Damon thought as he picked up his jacket and car keys and then headed out the door.
As Damon approached the bar he could see a familiar figure sitting there all alone. This'll be fun, he thought snidely.
Bonnie was alone at the bar Caroline had ditched her. Perfect, she thought.
"Well. If it isn't the witchy little witch," Damon commented as he reached Bonnie sitting at the bar gulping down beer.
"Go and burn in hell, Damon," Bonnie hissed venom ooze out of every word.
"Ouch. You offend me," He mocked, placing a hand over his chest.
"Great! Then I've completed my purpose," Bonnie replied sarcastically.
"Sense of humor, I like it" Damon said, after he let a chuckle escape his lips.
"What part of the hell away from me, do you not understand," Bonnie asked firmly.
"Let me see the 'away' part. I had a dream about you a few days ago and it's still lingering in every corner of my mind. It was left unfinished and I have every intention of seeing how it ends." Damon verified, smirking when he saw Bonnie's jaw drop and her mossy green eyes widen is alarm. That was all he needed. "I take it you saw the same dream," He asked grinned, his cold eyes glistening.
"There is no way in hell or earth that you are getting even remotely close to me," she shrieked causing people near by to turn and stare at them.
"We'll see, just you wait," Damon said, eyeing her up and down.
"I can kill you and not think twice about it," she said trying to stay cool but she couldn't fool him, he could hear her pounding with fear.
"So can I, but we both know that no one is going to die," He said smoothly. "You'll be mine, I'll make sure of that." Now he was leaning in on her.
What? Why am I scared of him? I'm almost as powerful as he is, so it fair play. "Fine," Bonnie confirmed. If it's games you wanna play. Then that what you'll get. But I'm warning you, there will be blood," she leered leaning in closer to Damon's face.
"Umm, my favorite," Damon whispered. "Your on, little witch," Damon breathed, his scent washing over Bonnie's mouth as she closed her eyes. "Bye," and then he was gone as she opened her eyes. Wow! Damon thought as he replayed the dream in his head while driving back to the boarding house. She smelt and looked way better then she had the dream, how could he have ever missed her. He had to have her and he would make her his.
Shit! She thought kicking her self mentally. What mess had she got herself into? She was surely dead, she couldn't get out of this, it was Damon he would not spare her and this was not a good way of taking time off from the mystical world, it was just letting trouble in open armed. Was she a masochist? Why did she agree to this and why was adrenaline filling every vein in her body why was she so excited, it reminded her of the close proximity she had come to with Damon and she could still feel the heat. This was really bad.
As Bonnie lay in bed with her earphones in her ears listening to Move Along by the All-American Rejects, she thought about what she had done, now reality was setting in and she was thinking straight finally. Damon could not win no matter how hot he was, she despised him. And he wasn't the only one with an ego, he would pay. Pay for all the things he'd done, until his body was writhing in front of her begging for mercy.
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