I've got a thing for 'Crazy'-Damon and I hope I'm doing him justice.
Damon was thirsty. And he didn't mean in a way where he felt it was fixable. He hadn't felt a desire to drain like this since what he liked to refer to as the Dark-Depression. You know his less 'humane' years without his brooding brother and his fickle Maker. After he saw that moment with Bonnie that hadn't happened his brain seemed to turn in on itself. Sure, before with his hallucinations and warped dreaming, Bonnie's sacrifice wasn't always recounted factually but not one part of whatever Lucy pulled out of his head had been there to begin with.
And that was the part that was fucking up his head.
Being sure to be as deathly quiet as possible he moved from the mattress he was on in Lucy's spare room, choosing to gloss over the fact that Enzo and Caroline were in the same bed and flashed until he stood at the front door of the witch's loft.
"And where do you think you're going?" Lucy asked, and Damon would have started if his mind wasn't reeling with bloodlust at that point. He could feel her standing behind him, within arm's reach and he had to give it to her, chick had some serious balls.
"Out." He hissed through his clenched teeth. Witches were notoriously succulent, she had better let him leave or … Damon's body was humming with confusion. One part of him wanted Lucy pressed up against the wall with his teeth lodged in her throat as he drained every last ounce of life from her but another, surprisingly bigger part of him was steeled against it because of the repercussions it would have regarding his quest to get his witch back. To get Bonnie back – his eyes pressed shut as he thought of her name but he needed her back. So that he could hug her and shake her and hopefully return to a sound state of mind. Damon spun around and locked eyes with Lucy in the dull light filtering into the apartment prior to the rising sun. "I need to feed." He explained. Lucy frowned and tilted her head to the side.
"How are the blood bags already finished?" She wondered aloud and Damon's arms twitched with the want to kill her and the overpowering want to do the right thing. To keep her alive so that he could get Bonnie back alive. He had to remember that he needed to get Bonnie back alive. But the blood… fuck did he want to drink Lucy's blood.
"I want to kill you." Damon hissed, rolling his neck and lifting his shoulders, like an animal poised for attack as he took a step towards her. She held out a hand and they both felt the pulse of power that left her fingertips. Lucy's eyes ballooned when Damon's head dropped to his chest and lifted again to meet her eye as he pursed his lips at what he thought to be a pleasant surprise. "Well, would you look at that." Lucy's face remained blank as she stepped away from him, Damon matching her inch for inch as they walked deeper into her loft. His eyes blurred between their blue and their ungodly black and red as he grinned wolfishly at her; his mouth stretching into something reminiscent of a shark smelling blood. His insides ached as the word ran through his mind. "I wonder why your magic isn't working against me." He said, his voice low, promising and deceptively seductive. "Guess we'll have to get another witch to figure that out."
"Damon stop." Lucy said, actual fear seeping into her constitution as she continued to back away from him, her eyes falling closed in defeat when she found her back against a cool glass window pane. "You need me, as it stands, I am the last of the Bennett blood and that's crucial in this quest to get our Bonnie back." Damon's vision flickered and for a moment he could have sworn it was Bonnie who was pressed up uncomfortably against the glass as she tried to get away from him. But reality slammed back into the foreground of his mind when her words registered.
"Our Bonnie?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, like Lucy had done earlier, but on him it looked like a subtle signal to a sniper stationed off in the distance, readying to carry out her death sentence. Unbeknownst to Damon Lucy had been sending spells at him in her mind as they spoke, but she tried to appear as complacent as possible – physically she didn't stand a chance against a deranged vampire. "Let's get this straight," he went on, moving until he was inches from her face, his frosty breaths fanning over her face as he spoke, "She is not ours. She is not yours. She is mine. She is in my head, she's been haunting my dreams and she's the one who saved my life! As it stands between the two of us…she, belongs to me." Lucy nodded quickly in response trying to pacify him as best as she could.
"She's yours," Lucy agreed, her palms out in his direction, pressing against his heaving chest, her eyes wide and her lips parted as she tried to calm her breathing. "She's yours." Lucy repeated. She saw something settle in his eyes then, a swooping calmness that seemed to unnerve her even more. Never before had she met a more convoluted and volatile vampire in her life. Whatever had happened when Bonnie saved Damon instead of herself had irrevocably changed him and Lucy really hoped; if she managed to make it to the sunrise, that she could get to the bottom of it all.
Elena's face was scrunched up as she looked up at the building in front of her. For all Stefan's hoping she'd expected some sort of supernatural Asylum…Or church, or a specialist clinic at least. Not a triple story house in the middle of nowhere.
"Hello and Welcome to Cape Town!" A deep baritone voice boomed, refocusing her attention to the entrance of the building as she watched three people walk toward her and Stefan. Out of a residual instinct she inched closer to him, not missing how the man who had greeted her broke into a grin at her subtle gesture. "How kind of you to fear me." He added, stepping right up to Elena with a blinding smile that only highlighted the warm olive tones of his complexion. There were two women behind him, standing quietly as their eyes moved over Stefan and Elena. The man extended a muscular arm to Elena as his sparkling grey eyes danced with a playful familiarity. Elena couldn't help but take kindly to him, however slightly. She shook his hand firmly. "Call me Imran." He said by way of greeting. The way he pronounced his 'a's' was distinctly different to the American dialect but Elena found it fascinating as opposed to confusing, she'd never been to this country before.
"Imran," Elena repeated, "My name is Elena."
"Well hello Elena, and welcome to the Mother City." She smiled at that and watched as he turned to face Stefan with giddy warmth as they hugged one another. "It has been too long Stefan; you should call more than once every five years." The man said teasingly, slapping a hand onto Stefan's shoulder as he turned to gesture to the women behind him. He pointed to the girl who had a similar aesthetic to him, with olive skin and equally black hair that was cut short where Imran's fell down to his shoulders, she was also noticeably shorter and more attractive if it were at all possible, "This is my younger sister Fahada, she'll be helping too." Imran explained and then a smile so bright broke over his features that made every smile before look half-arsed in comparison. He extended a hand to the woman who had a warm brown complexion and bright hazel eyes, her thick black hair was braided into a band circling her head; flyaway ringlets falling down the sides of her face while the bulk of her hair was pulled up and away. She was incredibly beautiful, everyone present could agree, as she walked forward to greet the vampires, wearing similar loose-fitting white clothing as the other two. She stuck out a hand to Stefan first and then the same to Elena. "This," Imran emphasised, "Is my wife Amelia. She's the reason I moved here, did you know that?"
"I didn't." Stefan said with a small smile, peeking over his shoulder as Imran led him inside at Elena who was being ushered in by Amelia.
"Do you know what I am?" Amelia asked softly to Elena as they made their way up the steps of the home that was seaside and perfectly isolated.
"Do you know what we are?" Elena asked in return and the two women locked eyes as Amelia nodded with a smile on her face.
"Of course I do, you would not have asked had you known of my nature." Elena frowned as she stepped into the foyer of the home and then her mouth fell open in amazement.
"Damon don't." Bonnie's voice called and every bone in his body went soft at the sound of her voice. He'd only just decided to drink from Lucy to make sure she understood that Bonnie was his and that when he said he was hungry she should stay out of his way. But at the sound of Bonnie's voice every angry thought fled, every desire to kill ebbed away and he turned away, his hand still around Lucy's throat from when he'd been warring over the choice to end her life or not. He twisted his neck so that he could see Bonnie, teary eyed and trembling as she took in the sight of him. "Please don't hurt her." Damon yanked himself off of Lucy whose heart was thundering in her own ears from all the adrenaline from almost losing her life. Hell, she still wasn't sure if she'd made it into the clear yet. Damon had just leapt off of her and turned to face the space behind him. Lucy's terror slipped away and something else slivered forward to greet her as he took in the sight of Damon from behind. His shoulders had drooped, like all the fight had fled his body and she could have sworn she'd just heard him whimper as he took a step forward.
"Bonnie." Damon said and fell to his knees. Lucy's eyes widened, there was no one else in the room, no inkling of magic coming from somewhere – there was nothing, yet she continued to watch. Damon's eyes began to blur as he watched Bonnie fall to her knees in front of him. He was aware that Lucy was still there and still watching but it didn't faze him in the slightest. Bonnie was here, that was all that mattered. "Bonnie where have you been?" he wondered aloud and he felt her hands on the sides of his face as she ran the pads of her thumbs over the skin just beneath his eyes so he'd open them fully.
"Damon I need you to focus on what I'm about to say." Bonnie said her voice as hard as he'd ever heard it. This was unusual. He stared at her and swallowed, doing his best to clear and focus his brain. Nodding, he indicated for her to talk. "You need to let me go." She said and Damon's face warped into a sneer. He wasn't aware of it but Enzo and Caroline had entered the room and after Caroline had flashed to Lucy's side to make sure she was okay the trio turned to watch. Enzo kneeled before his friend, noticing that Damon's eyes were completely glossed over and unresponsive. Damon meanwhile was glaring at Bonnie.
"I'm not letting you go." Damon said, watching as tears fell from Bonnie's face. Enzo looked up at Lucy, having heard Damon clearly, who motioned for him to move away from Damon. She mouthed out that he was hallucinating and that it wasn't safe to be near him. To which Enzo scoffed, but put some distance between himself and Damon as he continued to watch his friend go through the motions of his hysteria. "Bonnie, I'm never letting you go." Caroline's eyes ballooned as she stood next to Lucy. In Damon's mind he saw Bonnie pull him closer, he felt her small arms close around him as she held him and cried. Damon's body fell over but in his mind he simply fell into Bonnie's hold. "You're mine." He muttered before he slipped back into sleep.
Short-ish I know but HEY. Next Chapter we get some enlightenment regarding this 'thing' that's happening between Damon and Bonnie.
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