A/N: Wow, I don't know what to say. Thank you everyone who reviewed, put the story or me to their alerts and favs. I'm speechless.
All I can say to chapter 3 is - I wrote it in the middle of the night (just as a warning)
And thanks again to my beta XCastielXNovakX. Because of her the story is legible.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything - not The Vampire Diaries nor Disney or anything you might recognize. And I don't know who spread the rumor (*looks innocently around the room* 'What? It wasn't me, really.') but I don't own Damon either. Damn, sometimes life is just unfair. ^^
Enough of my crap and on to the story. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 3
It was in the middle of the same night when the witch read something that made her curious. First, she didn't comprehend it. She was too tired. After a few seconds she reread the words.
What's that? Am I dreaming or what? This sounds like something out of a Disney movie and not like the real world. But then, witches and vampires and werewolves didn't sound like reality either, and yet they were.
The entry in one of the Martin's grimoires wasn't a spell but it was more an information which seemed to be far fetched.
It read:
Remember my magic is able to heal all wounds and save people from the death.
Like all things supernatural this magic is believed to be a fairytale. It is one of the most powerful spells out there and you have to be prepared to face the consequences. Beware, this kind of magic does not err.
Once upon a time – it all begins.
In those stories the good always wins.
Real is the true love's kiss.
Take your chance, don't miss.
What weird words, Bonnie thought. Should I truly believe that Disney has been right all along?
Had there been a young princess resurrected from the death by her true love's kiss? Was it the same situation with Damon than it had been with Snow White and Sleeping Beauty? Oh goddess... Was Damon a Disney princess? Enough Bonnie, you're exhausted. Concentrate yourself on the spell.
This seemed all surreal to Bonnie. Sure, when she'd been younger she hoped that some of the stories where true. With time she'd grown out of it. And then she'd learned she was one of those 'evil hags' in those fairy tales.
Huh, I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me it had been all Damon's doing claiming witches where all ugly and evil.
But should she trust those words? There was nothing left to lose. So why shouldn't they try this 'cure'? Bonnie tried to convince herself. She still didn't know why she wanted to save Damon. All she knew was that she couldn't let him die.
Before Bonnie could bring her hopes anymore up and tell Stefan a possible salvation for his brother, the witch decided to read the small print first. Generations of witches had added a lot of warnings and conclusions to the information itself.
Most of them warned of doing this magic unprepared but not of the outcome. After what Bonnie had already read, that confused her. Didn't the words at the beginning tell something else? They also warned to believe the magic and not to fight or ignore it 'cause nothing would come out of such behavior but pain.
The witch read on:
The saving spell only works with the true love's kiss but be warned the magic knows your innermost desires – even if you don't know them (yet).
A wide smile spread across Bonnie's face. What should happen? Elena would have to kiss Damon but he wouldn't be able to remember much afterward. Stefan would understand it. The life of his brother depended on it.
Tired the witch jumped up, took the right grimoire and forgot everything else along her way except her car keys. No jacket, no shoes. Just her tiny vest and boy shorts.
At that moment, though, the witch didn't care. There was a possibility to save the psychotic vampire. Why it was that important to her, Bonnie didn't want to know. It just was.
The teenage witch drove like a maniac. After seven minutes she arrived at the Boarding House – half the time she usually needed.
Hastily, the witch jumped out of her car and rushed to the front door of the house. Without hesitation Bonnie opened the door and entered the building. Normally, she wouldn't just barge in but desperate times call for desperate measures.
No one was in the den or anywhere else downstairs.
The teenage girl sighed heavy. Never in her life would she have thought to enter Damon's bedroom. But there she was going up the stairs. Both Stefan and Elena were probably watching Damon in his delirious condition.
Determined, Bonnie made her way up. When she got into the room the girl was shocked by the sight of her frenemy. The older Salvatore brother was laying unconsciously on his bed. Sweat pearls were forming on his skin and he seemed to be dead.
For a moment Bonnie thought she was too late. One glance at Stefan, though, showed her that his brother wasn't dead yet. There was still this desperate gleam in his eyes bordering to craziness.
Suddenly, the younger Salvatore looked up.
"Bonnie?" And just like that, his voice broke.
At the witch's name, Elena forced her eyes away from Damon to her supposedly best friend. Her glance turned into a furious glare.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to save Damon! To look for a cure! Now you know why I called you earlier. You don't want to help him!"
The witch was pissed off. How dare Elena to talk to me like that? Wasn't it myself who didn't sleep the last couple of nights looking for a cure? And what was Elena doing? Holding Damon's hands! Yeah, fair … Bonnie couldn't help herself. It wasn't that she wanted to hold Damon's hand but their tasks weren't equal. Sometimes Bonnie wished that it would be her responsibility to be the planned sacrifice and that Elena would have all that additional responsibility of saving her best friend and the whole town. Just once she longed for an "out-of-jail free card".
With a fiery stare and an icy voice Bonnie turned to Elena. "I've found something that might help." Redirecting her attention to Stefan, the angry girl added. "This is going to sound crazy, I know. However, I've searched for days and haven't found a cure. So, let's try this. We have nothing left to lose."
The new found hope in Stefan's eyes dimmed. "What is it?" he asked in a small voice.
"You're going to think I'm crazy … Okay … I went through the grimoires and I didn't find a cure per say. But I came about a story." Continuing, the witch told her friends about the "healing magic" of the "true love's kiss". It really sounded like a bad joke.
Like she had expected, both Stefan and Elena were looking at her like she was insane.
Elena had no clue what the story was supposed to mean. "You know we're talking about Damon Salvatore here, don't you? Man-whore extraordinaire? 'Suck-fuck-and-compel-them'-Salvatore? How are we supposed to find his true love?"
If it was possible, Stefan's face got even paler as the meaning of Bonnie's words sank in. He wasn't happy about it to say the least. It felt too much like victory for Damon on his costs. But he was his brother and if that was the only way to keep him around, Stefan was determined to risk it. And Damon is unconscious. The younger sibling tried to reason.
The witch glanced at first to Stefan and then at Elena. After a few moments staring at each other it dawned on Elena what her friend was hinting at. "No, I …. I can't. Stefan, don't worry. I'm not doing it." Elena reassured her boyfriend.
Though Stefan knew she was only trying to calm him down he became furious. To him it seemed as if his girlfriend did not support him. "Do it." His voice was deep and menacing, gone was the broken boy.
"What?" Elena stuttered. Has she heard him right? Did her boyfriend want her to kiss his brother? It wasn't as if she'd never thought about kissing Damon but she was with Stefan.
"Do it." Stefan's voice sounded through the room.
The girl glanced uncertainly at her boyfriend. Could she do it? Would she do it? And what would it mean for Stefan and her? Or even Damon and her?
The feral gleam in the vampire's eyes convinced her to do it.