Captured In a Daydream: Chapter 6
A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter is a little short and crappy, but I guess I just rushed it. I watched the new season of Vampire Diaries and I was like wow! Caroline's going to be a vampire? I never saw that one coming. And when Damon and Bonnie had their little scene of bantering it was awesome and funny! :) I hope they make more scenes of them together! I also felt sorry for poor Damon, yup he's going off the deep end again...stupid Katherine! lol. Who else liked the new episode? It had so many surprises in it! Oh and yeah my birthday's coming up on tuesday! Well enough of my long talk. I'd like to thank my reviewers from last week: Hellzz-on-Earth, Infusion d'Iris, lynsay, Quizas, stefanswifey01, and Lula6791. I would also like to thank everyone who alerted my story! It inspires me to keep writing! P.S. Did I mention it's crappy? Please don't blame me! Blame the people who gave me alot of useless homework!
I know, I don't own the Vampire Diaries or it's characters...darn...
My hand shot up to my head instantly before I even opened my eyes. I moaned painfully. I forced my eyes open and felt a piercing throb on the right side of my neck. I took my hand and gently glided over the two swollen little punctures. Ugg it feels like someone took a hole punch and jammed it in my neck! twice! I thought mentally whilst slowly lifting myself up. I noticed that I was still in my robe and damp from the bath.
I took in my surroundings, realizing I was in Damon's room. I felt a presence and turned my head, seeing Damon staring out the window as he sat in a chair. It looked as though he was deep in thought, that something was on his mind. Of course there had to be, after what happened..who could forget?
He looked angelic. Sitting there dazed while the dim light from outside beamed on his face. I was guessing the Sun had just went down. The way his chiseled features captured the light, but most of all his alluring eyes. The crystal blues that always seem to tell most of the story. Why am I thinking like this? It seemed the more I spent with him, wheather he was "himself" or not, I was...I don't know..getting to know him better? I nudged the thought away.
It seems that I had to help him. I never thought I would be the one that had to help the infamous Damon Salvatore. Apparently I had to help myself along with Damon, but I had to help him first. Then, we could try to work this all out together.
Damon silently looked at me. He looked at me in a mysterious-yet scary kind of way. His eyes seemed to have a longing..for something. They just screamed danger, while his expression on his face said a whole other story. It said I'll try not to hurt you, but if I do forgive me. I silently nodded my head, understanding what Damon had said. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and laced the covers more securely around my body. I was cold considering how I was slightly wet and had nothing on but a robe over my bra and underwear. I got more comfortable and let out a big sigh as I tried to relax and ignore the pain that was radiating off of my head and neck. I stared at the ceiling and felt my eyes being weighed down little by little. But this just didn't feel right. It felt like someone was watching me. I looked back over at Damon. He still had that crazy look in his eye. He was just burning deep wholes right into mine. It was like he was being taken over. I sat up just a little and faced him.
"Damon?...Are you okay?" I softly asked. I watched him as he blinked his eyes and held them for a couple seconds. He acted as if he were confused like a lost puppy.
"I don't...know what to do anymore.." He trailed off and closed his eyes again whilst putting his head in his hands. Wow. I thought. This must be the end of the world. Did Damon Salvatore, thee Damon Salvatore just say he didn't know what to do anymore?
I threw the soft warm covers off of me and stood next to Damon. He looked me straight in the eyes. Those eyes. I thought. They looked preditory, like he was going to attack me. But I couldn't be afraid. I knew whatever this aura thing was, was doing this. I had to stand my ground know matter how afraid and freaked out I was. I lightly put my hand on his shoulder.
"Damon." I stated softly. "You, we...can get through this." He now stood up, towering me with his height. He took his right hand and stroked my cheek. I looked at him with uncertainty. He then closed his eyes and knelt his head to the right side of my neck where I was bitten. He then sniffed my neck up and down as I felt his nose lingering on my skin. I swallowed a knot in my throat. I then felt his soft lips come in contact with the punctures on my neck. They were still fairly sore, but the way he was kissing me made the pain feel like heaven. He kissed me delicately on them where the pulse of my neck was several times. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to slightly moan. I had to put an end to this.
"D..Da.." I felt his tongue flick on my wounds. My eyes fought their way to open. I put my hands on his chest and firmly tried to push him away. Of course with vampire super abilities I couldn't. I panicked now.
"Damon! Stop it!" I screamed trying to make him snap out of it. He pulled away from me and pierced me in the eyes, his little smirk plastered on his face. He stroked my face once again, this time making me feel intensifying chills roll down my spine.
"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. Always the little sweet naiive virgin. Something you have to realize is.." He trailed off, eyeing my neck as he stopped caressing my face and gently trailed his hands over the two little bumps. I flinched ever so slightly and swallowed hard, not knowing what he was going to do next. I saw his nastals flair, his gaze slowly returning to my face. "I've had a snack..." He eyed my lips and tilted his head to the side. "Now I want the whole kitchen.." I stepped back away from him as I saw him retrieve his hand. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to stick up for myself.
"You might of had a snack, but you're not getting seconds." I stated firmly. He took one big leap, his forehead now touching mine. For a quick second I saw the concern and sincereness in his eyes. Like I said before, his eyes told the story.
I stroked a hand through my brown hair as I sat on my bed in my room with an alcholic beverage in tow. Usually I didn't drink this much, but in a circumstance like this, it was a perfect oppeortunity. Where the heck could Damon and Bonnie be? I mentally thought. I knew they weren't close because I couldn't sense them anywere. To make matters worse, I didn't have any clues as to where they went. I guess it all came down to me thinking where Damon would go. Of course his home was the boarding house, but I did remember that he had another house-mansion in another state. What state was it again? I asked myself, trying to think. I took a swig of the drink and sighed. I got up off of my bed and started pacing around my room back and fourth.
I walked by the book case and let my hands glide over the musty books back from generations ago. My hand froze in place, a light bulb now burning mentally in my mind. My diary. Of course why didn't I think of it before? I asked myself. I went to my desk and pulled out my diary, flipping through the many pages of me being sappy and overdramatic about Elena until I landed on an entry:
September 9, 1864
Dear Diary,
I was in the boarding house reading an intriging book when Damon had interupted me. Being his usual sarcastic snoody self, he was going on and on about the boring and broody life I had while living in the boarding house. He said it was time for a change and that he was going away for a while. He smirked and said he bought a mansion in California and that I wasn't welcomed there. I rolled my eyes at him, saying he compelled the realestate people to give him the house for free. Damon's smirk transformed into a grin and then I saw him go.
Ever since I made Damon drink human blood and told him it was the best thing in the world, he promised me an eternity worth of misery. For he wanted to die a peaceful death since he couldn't have Katherine. He was out drinking every human's blood in sight, not to mention over accesively compelling people and using them for all kinds of things imagineable. He was wreckless, and emotional, but was very well at hiding it. So when I saw him leave I was estatic, but knew he had something up his sleeve. He said he was going away for a while, but I knew someday he would return and really start making my life a living heck.
My fingers drifted over the ink filled pages. The only place that Damon would probably be at is his mansion in California. I didn't know which one it was exactly, but it had to be the richest one. A weary smile drifted across my face, but didn't reach my brown eyes.
My cell phone suddenly started ringing. I noticed the called I.D. was Elena calling.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Stefan hey what are you doing? I was thinking we could go-" I cut her off franticly. This couldn't wait any longer.
"Elena listen. Bonnie isn't on vacation with her dad. I'm pretty sure she's with Damon."
"What? No how can this be? She..she told me." Elena said astonished.
"No Elena. It all makes since. Your necklace is missing, everytime I ask you about Bonnie it's like your mind goes blink and you make up things. It's not like you. I think you were compelled." I heard Elena gasp a little gasp and she was silent. Willing me to continue.
"Damon and Bonnie are missing. I think Damon took Bonnie somewhere. I don't know why, but I think they're in California."
"Wait what? California? Are you kidding me? Why the heck would they be there? And why would Damon take Bonnie? He doesn't even like her, he likes m- I mean everyone knows he has a crush on me and not her." I was a little astounded. It almost sounded like Elena was jealous or something that Damon ran off with Bonnie somewhere. I rolled the stupid thought out of my head and continued.
"Damon has a mansion in California. He got it a long time ago. It was basically his home. I have no idea why he took Bonnie, but we have to find them."
"So..you're suggesting that we go to California to get them? What about school, how am I going to tell aunt Jenna?"
"Just tell her that I have a cousin there that wants me to visit and you want to come along. I guess I'll have to use compulsion on the teachers at school."
"So I'm suppose to tell her that I want to go along for a little joy ride? Do you really think she'll buy it?" Elena asked uncertain.
"I don't know. There's only one way to find out."
I ended my conversation with Stefan and went down stairs. This was going to be the hard part. I didn't know if aunt Jenna would let me go or not, I mean all the way to California? That was more than a few states over.
I sneaked around the corner and saw Aunt Jenna cutting up some carrots and throwing them in a pot for dinner. I walked around slowly to Jenna's side. I gave her the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. She looked at my suspiciously and stopped cutting the carrots, whilst putting her hands on her hips.
"Okay..what do you want? Spill." She said with a crooked smile. I looked down at the floor for a second and back up at her.
"Well I want to go with Stefan some where..as a mini vacation?" I questioned.
"Where to?..." She seriously asked.
"Just a state over..." I said not lying very well.
"Elena what state?" She now said impatiently.
"Okay it's California! But I really really really want to go. Stefan's going to visit his cousin." Aunt Jenna took a long and deep sigh.
"Elena..honey I like Stefan, I really do, but you're only teenagers." If she only knew how old Stefan really was. "I can't let you get on a plane with a boy you've only been dating for a couple of months all the way across the United States." I knew I probably couldn't persuade Aunt Jenna any further. I guess it was time for plan B. I looked up at Aunt Jenna and gave her a fake weak smile.
"It's okay Aunt Jenna. Maybe next time." She gave me a little smile and then continued cutting up carrots. I patted her on the back and went back up to my room. Calling Stefan he picked up franticlly.
"Did she buy it?" I heard the hope in his voice.
"No." I dead panned. "But all you have to do is use a little compulsion. It's either that, or you're going to California yourself."
"I guess that's what we'll have to do." I hung up the phone with Stefan and started packing my bags. Looks like we were going to California.
"Damon please don't do this. You can fight this." I said staring into his oceanic eyes. He put his nose on my wounds again and inhaled a big whiff.
"Bonnie, I don't need to fight anything. Maybe this was my destany...I think I should embrace it." He said in a rather seductive, yet evilsh tone. This was worse than I thought. It was taking over. I put my hand around Damon's head and forced him to look at me. I heard a low growl escape from his throat. This was my chance, it was now or never.
I brought my lips to Damon's and firmly kissed him with all of my might. I could feel the passion, and the..darkness? taking over him just through one kiss. I would call it simple, but it wasn't it was complicated. He didn't fight the kiss, he tried to deepen the kiss and I went right ahead and let him. If this is what it took to bring him back and snap him out of his little episode, then so be it.
I pulled away after a good fifteen seconds, gasping for air.
"Damon?" I was uncertain.
"Finally the little witch sees that she enjoys my sexiness." He caressed my face and crashed his lips to mine again. The kiss was rough. I felt some passion, but I could tell this still wasn't Damon. I tried harder. I kissed Damon more and more deepening the kiss all I could. I realized that I was trying to help him, but maybe this is what I wanted to do to him all along. I couldn't believe I was admitting this to myself...and Damon because unfortuneately I knew he could read my thoughts.
We were making out for about five minutes as he started exploring my body. He trailed his hands down my back a and untied my robe, revealing my bra and underwear. As much as I wish I could continue this I just couldn't. Of course I've had a couple of boyfriends, but I've never let them get to the next base. I unlatched my lips from Damon even though I tried hard not to. I heard another little growl of disappointment escape his kiss-swolen lips. I tied up my robe and looked him in the eyes.
"Damon you know I can't continue this. Until..you're your self." It was true, we couldn't. Heck I didn't know if this was really him that wanted to make out with me or if it was his "evil" side doing the whole thing. Knowing Damon he would want to make out and have sex with anyone, but some how I just knew he wouldn't try to play me like that. Would he? I saw Damon tilt his head to the side. He smothed my hair back and kissed me on the forehead.
"Bonnie I would never take advantage of you. You're trying the best you can to help me. But I don't need this. I can help myself." Damon said in a husky tone. I was so confused. Was this really him talking? Or his other half? But of course knowing Damon, he always wanted to take care of himself and others. He wanted to be the hero and save other people. He didn't want to be the damsel in distress. I laughed mentally at that thought because I knew this time he was.
Damon firmly grabbed me on the shoulders and shook me a little.
"Bonnie you can only help me, by helping you. Run! Run as far as you can away from me, this mansion anywhere is better than here. Hurry before I...I lose control again and do something I'm going to regret." I turned and was about to run when I felt a tug on my arm. I looked at Damon and saw his eyes, I knew this was him talking. He kissed me tenderly on the lips for about five seconds and let go. He smirked his little smirk and brushed my lips with his fingers gingerly.
"By the way I would never use you. I've been wanting to kiss those pouty little lips of yours since I've seen you around with Elena." He gave me a quick wink. I'm pretty sure my face turned red as I backed away. I turned around and started walking out the door.
"Oh and Bonnie?" I turned around and faced Damon. You might want to change your clothes." He said in a sarcastic tone. I looked down and rolled my eyes at his comment. Looks like Damon was back to normal..for the minute being. I had to hurry.
I trotted out of Damon's room and quickly changed into some jeans, a hoodie and put on some running shoes. I ran through the house as fast as I could and made it to the front door. I opened it, feeling the cool breeze of the night air on my cheeks. Why the heck did it have to be night time for me to escape? The freaks always came out at night. But this was my only chance. My chance to escape and some how get back home to Virginia and fix this mess, before it was to late. Late for what? I don't know, but obviously something evil and bad was brewing, and it had to be stopped.
A/N: I know this chapter is really short and or boring. Sorry, but I had alot of school work to do this week and I wanted to post something. I also didn't know how to end this so I just left it off here. But when I post again it's going to be longer and have some action in it..well kind of. Oh and there's going to be a little of Damon's point of view as well. Oh and if you want to be in my story, just give me a description of your character and name! I need some inspiration to get creative I . Please review?