A LOT OF LOVE A LOT OF BLOOD Chapter 7
Title: A lot of Love A lot of Blood
Rating: Mature R
Pairing: Stefan/Elena, Damon/Bonnie?
Soundtrack:
Heavy in your arms: Florence and the Machine
Summary: Secrets are revealed as Bonnie discovers what the moonstone actually does; and the fact that vamps aren't the only creatures who crave witch blood. Grams lost her life helping the Salvatore brothers and now she fears she'll fall victim to the same fate unless she increases her powers. But what will that cost her?
A/N: Wow guys I can't believe we're all ready on chapter 7 and I have 40 reviews. This story is steadily moving along and I want to thank everyone whose read, reviewed, added me to alert , favorite or read my other work. It really means a lot. One of my readers brought up an excellent point I wanted to address.
How can Caroline trick Katherine when she's such a bad liar? Too her friends who've known her their entire lives she's transparent. But to Katherine she's nothing more than a weak-willed, scared, neurotic girl who would never do anything but what' she's told. Katherine's arrogance is her weakness leaving her blind to things someone more cautious might pick up. At least that's the way I always saw it. I hope that helped everyone who was thinking…how is she going to pull that one off.
Heavy In your Arms
"Where are you going?" Stefan called watching as his brother took off at a break neck pace causing him to follow.
Her voice hit him like a fist to the gut reverberating in his skull, shrill and urgent as it commanded him to come. His instincts roared to life as everything in him demanded he get to her as
fast as possible. Rushing from the Grille he made his way towards the woods he felt his heart stutter in his chest as the bouquet of her blood assailed him guiding him to the proper
location.
Scarlet liquid glimmered black in the moonlight and the scene he came upon was horrific. The area was doused in blood and the echo of fear and pain lingered. Mason lay a few feet
away from Bonnie's broken body naked and lifeless. But the tell tale hammering of his heart told him he was alive, unfortunately. She lay too still; her tiny body limp and bent at an
awkward angle that set off alarm bells.
All that remained of her shirt were a few jagged wisps of black cloth that did nothing to cover the now ashen gray skin beneath and her lacey black bra. Kneeling to inspect the gaping
wound he was sure had been made by teeth, the rise and fall of her chest re assured him she was still alive. What the hell had happened here? Why would Lockwood go after Bonnie?
Hearing the thump, thump of her heart grow sluggish he brought his wrist to his teeth tearing at the skin and placing it to her bluing lips.
Tilting her head back he parted her lips with his fingers to allow the blood to ease past and down her throat. He almost sighed with relief when she came around enough to latch on.
"Enough," He growled keeping himself in check as he disconnecting her lips and she lay back slipping once more into an exhausted slumber.
Checking her pulse once more and finding the rhythm steady he hoisted her into his arms. It was then that Stefan approached from behind moving too slowly and making wary. His took
in the fever bright glo his brother's eyes were emitting as they flashed from black to green and snarled baring his teeth. Right now he was a threat to the wounded
Recognizing the warning Stefan looked up coming back to himself and shaking his head as if to clear it. Human blood was a temptation, but witch's blood was an almost irresistible
enticement.
"Get a hold of yourself and grab the wolf," Damon rumbled narrowing his eyes before heading towards the boarding house.
If his brother had advanced even one more step towards Bonnie he would've tried to rip his throat out. There was something going on here, and the minute she woke they were going
to figure it out. Coming into his room he placed her on the bed to examine her wounds. The gaping hole was healing swiftly and the color was starting to return to her cheeks so he
covered her with his leather jacket before opening a bottle of scotch. It was well deserved it after the insanity that had just occurred.
Feeling more like himself he turned to observe the witch in her sleep. She housed so much power and loyalty he often forgot she was just seventeen; eighteen in six months and two
days if memory served him correctly. He'd come back to Mystic Falls once she was born, just as he had with every Bennett before her. It was part of his pact with Emily to keep watch on
them, but when Sheila had arrived in all her powerful glory he'd slacked off on the visits. She had been able to protect herself and her family against most things and if she came across
something truly troubling she had knew how to contact him.
"What is it about you I find so appealing Bonnie Bennett?" he whispered refilling his glass as he took a seat across from her.
Having his blood swimming through her veins made him feel a false sense of ownership. He'd be protective, jealous and irrational until it worked itself out. But the connection between
them had existed before that.
He could remember holding her when she was just days old and she'd looked up at him with piercing jade eyes that seemed to see into his soul. It'd been the first time he'd felt emotions
in centuries, and it had scared him shitless. He'd immediately returned her to her Sheila with a promise to watch from afar before leaving like the hounds of hell were after him. Because to
him they might as well be; feelings were evil little annoyances that led to heart ache, disappointment, guilt and brooding.
An eternity of dealing with the up and down rollercoaster that was emotions was not for him; and yet here he was feeling more human the longer he stayed in Mystic Falls. He needed to
kill his whore of an ex and get the hell out of dodge while the getting was good.
He hadn't seen her tonight, but she was sure she'd been there watching from afar and leaving Mason out to dry. Not that he had expected to catch her so soon. No way would the
master manipulator be taken down so easily. Hearing the front door open he pushed a chair towards the door way .
"Took you long enough," he said taking Mason from his arm, strapping him into a chair and chaining him down with the iron Stefan handed over.
"Is she okay?" Elena asked rushing over to take her friends hand in her own as she sat beside her.
"I thought you two weren't "Talking"," he air quoted taking in the shaking brunette.
"I made an exception in this case and called her," Stefan snapped exasperated. "What happened?"
"I heard her for mental cry for help, and when I found her she was passed out beside Lockwood with a hole the size of a tire in her shoulder so I gave her some of my blood and brought
her here."
"She hasn't woken yet, but her pulse and color are good," He relayed checking Mason for signs of waking as he strapped him in tightly.
"Wait, did she do this?" Stefan asked shocked as his brother nodded. Something about the necklace she wore was tugging at a memory.
"How is that even possible?" Stefan questioned.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked confused.
"A novice like our little Bon Bon should not be able to conjure power it would take to not only incapacitate a werewolf, but reverse his shift." He informed Elena watching her eyes widen
marginally.
"Do you know anything about this?" Stefan inquired seeing the recognition in her face.
"I'm not sure," she said whimpered shaking her head slowly before filling them in on everything that had happened earlier.
"So she was on her way here when the attack happened?" Damon asked frowning.
"Yeah, why?"
"It sounds like Katherine's been following her, why else would she know exactly when to send her lackey?"
"I don't normally say this, but I think you're right," Stefan agreed.
"But why would she want Bonnie!" Elena huffed.
"I don't know, but we need to find out," Damon declared. "Katherine never does anything unless it'll benefit her. There has to be something the little witch has that she wants." He said
knowing a grimoire would be useless to a vampire with no magical abilities. Besides if that was what she wanted, she would've come back before now. No, this was directly connected to
Bonnie herself.
"Or something she can do, maybe there's something we're missing" Stefan whispered.
"Missing how?"
"Something in the journals we over looked."
"Well you burned our Father's, hence were back at square one." he hissed
"I copied it first," He divulged refusing to meet his eyes as he looked at the ground.
"And everyone thinks I'm the devious one," he said pointedly looking at Elena who had the grace to blush.
"I'll go get it," Stefan said gone as Damons attention went back to the enigma in his bed and his mind went back to the shiny black stone around her neck.
"Where have I seen that before?" he wondered.
Walking over to the book shelf against his wall he sifted through the different books on lore until he found the one he was looking for. Flipping through the pages he paused when he
discovered the entry he'd been looking for.
Amulets
Black Opal: The black opal is widely known as the "Witches Stone" and is prized for its magick enhancing properties.
"What have you done little witch?" he thought shaking his head.
Asking for more power was a slippery slope. Too much too fast and the darkness would fight you for control. No wonder her behavior had changed lately.
"Did you find something?" Elena asked gazing up at him hopefully.
"No, it was a dead end," he said wanting to speak to the witch personally before he let the others in on anything.
A/n: And end scene. I'm sorry this was on the shorter side of things, but it's where I need to end so I can transition into the next scene without bogging you all down. I hope you enjoyed the insight into situations that are about to come to a head soon. There will be Bamon interaction in the next chapter. As always please hit that R button and share your thoughts. It's the only form of payment I get.
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