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Oblivion Chapter 7: Carnal

Bonnie's smile slipped away, and her eyes popped open once she remembered the package from home. "I found a silver box last night. It's from home."

"Home?" His eyes were like sharks. "Elena," he breathed.

A veiled expression of uncertainty crossed her face. She lowered her gaze to the ground and walked solemnly away from his presence. "Yeah, Elena."

Damon stood there speechless by what she had shared with him. He scanned around for Bonnie once the news had settled into his awareness. "Hey, you okay? Isn't it great that we have news from home?" he stated, his face lit up.

"Yeah, it's good to know that they're thinking about us, and I'm sure you're really glad to be going home to Elena."

He let out an uneasy laugh. "Yes, it will be great to see Elena, but it would be wonderful to see my brother and to be in my own bed again." He took her chin and raised her sights to his.

"Hey," his blue eyes searched her wretched face. "Bonnie—don't you want to go back home?"

"If we return home, things will be different. They won't be like here."

He smiled, then became tickled.

"This isn't funny, Damon." She stomped off.

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at your beliefs, and the way you think." He jammed his hands into his front pockets and walked coolly over to her. He stood beside her and smiled down at her. "Things between us will never be the same B. I'll never see you the way I see you now," he explained; his voice wavered.

She lifted her head, stunned. "You mean that?"

"Hell yeah."

"You're my girl." He waggled his brow, then placed his hand on the small of her back, and inched her closer to him.

Her eyes flickered to his lips, then to his shimmery blues. She radiated. "I like B."

"I pride myself on giving good nicknames." He winked. She giggled, childlike. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close.

"Hey, let's not rush to look inside that box. Let's just focus on Zinnia, for now," he recommended.

She happily nodded.

"Will you spell her a daylight ring?"

"Are you sure?" She gave him a worried regard.

"Yes. What, you don't think we should?" His eyes tapered, puzzled by her remark.

She exhaled, darting her eyes at the house, then back at him.

"If she's not able to control her thirst for blood, a ring will give her free reign to run rampant day and night. I have to think about the safety of these people."

Damon let out a low chortle. "There's the Bonnie I know and admire."

"I'm trying to do the right thing by these people, Damon."

"Now, now, don't get angry." He batted his eyelashes at her as he took her by the hands once. He kissed the back of both. "I know you are trying to do the right thing, but Zinnia has a good heart. She's sweet. She reminds me of you," he said sweetly.

Her face brightened with admiration. She shyly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nipped on her bottom lip. "Okay, I'll do it—for you."

"Thank you, B." He gave her a smoldering glance.

They both turned their sights to the door as Tupac exited the house, his demeanor melancholy.

"So…my wife is what you are." He exhaled, propping his hands on his hips. "What does this mean for me and my family?"

"You and your family will be fine, and she's not a vampire, truly. She needs human blood to transition. If she doesn't feed soon, she will…," Damon trailed off, a grim look cloaked his face.

"Blood?" Tupac's deportment flared with disbelief.

"Vampires need blood to survive."

"Blood from an animal or human blood?" Tupac asked incredulously.

"I prefer human, but she'll probably feed on animals." Damon gave a conceited smirk.

"This is getting better and better. She can't walk around in the sun, and the only way she can survive is by feeding on blood," Tupac replied, then chuckled absurdly at the idea of it all.

"Damon is able to walk in the sunlight because of his ring. I'll be glad to make one for Zinnia. If she has a piece of jewelry that adorns a gemstone, I can spell it for her."

"She has a precious stone in her betrothal bracelet. Will that work?"

"That's perfect." She grinned.

"Good, and what about all of my men? Can we make one for them, too?"

"No, not until I'm sure that they can be trusted to be around humans," Bonnie objected strongly.

"Fair enough." Tupac wasn't pleased with her answer. "I've asked Cheyenne to bring the men home as soon as dark is upon us."

"What?" Bonnie stated incredulously. "You can't bring them back here. They will be a danger to everyone in the city," she argued. "Damon, we can't allow them back in this village."

"I know." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Damn it," he groaned.

"I can't leave my men stranded and homeless," Tupac contested.

"Okay, I think I may know a way. Since the town hall is the first building once through the gates, I can set up a barrier around the rest of the town and they can use the town hall for shelter," she proposed.

"How do we weed out the weak individuals?" Tupac pondered.

"They'll be the one's trying to tear everyone else apart," Damon taunted.

Tupac gave him a sideways glance. "Great," he grunted. "I was so happy knowing that my wife would have a second chance at life, and now she's this thing, some bloodsucking leech." He balled up his fist and clenched his jaw, angry.

"Your wife is not a thing. She's a vampire with feelings." Damon gave him a bitter glare.

"Will this affect her personality? Will being a vampire affect who she is as a person?"

"Being a vampire doesn't change who you are. It does enhance your personality traits, and we do tend to be a bit more emotional," Damon teased.

A corner of Tupac's lip went up. He was pleased with his answer. "I'll explain everything to Zinnia, and I'll bring you her bracelet," he said as he lifted his visage from Damon to Bonnie. He then hurried back inside to Zinnia.

"Hey," he said, entering the house. "You've lit the candles."

"Yes, I figured you'd be more comfortable being able to see me." She smiled. "I probably should've left it dark. This place is a pigsty." Zinnia laughed as she looked around at the mess Damon had made earlier.

"If you think their place is a mess, you should see ours." He chuckled.

"Tupac," she warned, shaking her head at him.

"You know how I get about you," he amiably replied.

"I know, but you know I'm not going anywhere."

"...but you're a vampire, and worse, you could've died." He gave a fearful reflective glance. "What's going to happen to us?" his voice vacillated.

"We will still be us." She paused. "In fact—I think I love you more now than I did yesterday." She caressed his cheek with the pads of her fingers.

He got choked up on happy tears. He took her in his arms and held her ever so close. After moments of holding her and thanking the gods that she was still in his life, he remembered Damon's warning about her needing to transition or she would expire—indefinitely.

He pulled out of the embrace and blurted, "Damon says that you need blood, and soon, or you'll die."

"Blood, from who? What?" she asked hysterically.

"Uh…uh...oh here." He stated eagerly, a bright idea came to mind. He took his dagger out of his boot and gashed the palm of his hand.

She vamped up at the smell of his blood. She slapped her hands over her mouth at feeling her incisors push through her gums.

"What's wrong?" He grabbed the candle from its holder and walked closer to her. "Guah." The sight of her shocked him. He staggered back.

"Oh, God. Am I ugly?" Her bottom lip quivered, and tears trundled down her cheeks.

He swallowed hard. His eyes filled with sorrow. He was speechless at seeing the black veins swim across her face, the bulging veins on her temples, and her extremely large canine like teeth.

The vampires on this planet were indeed different. She was no Nosferatu, but she wouldn't win any beauty pageants in this form either.

"No. No. You're not ugly," he professed gently as he inched a hand closer to her face. He ran the back of his fingers from her temple down her cheek, and even as a vampire, he was still able to shimmer like a star at the sight of her. "You are beautiful my love." She pressed a hand to her mouth and let out a chirpy laugh, then hugged his neck.

A gaiety laughed blew out of him as he rocked her in his arms. "Now come on woman, you must feed." He pushed her away, then cautiously lifted his hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes, placed her lips on his wet wrist, and then slowly bit into him. She began to guardedly suck. She then anchored his wrist to her mouth, becoming more at ease with feeding from him.

Tupac rubbed his elliptical eyes with heavy lids. His breathing slowed.

"That's enough, baby," he weakly warned.

Damon flashed in to the house as he was eavesdropping in on their conversation.

"Everything okay?" His eyes went wide with disbelief once spotting Zinnia. "GUAH! What the hell?" He rushed out. "Oops." His mouth snapped shut in a panicky grin.

She startled, then freed her lock on Tupac. She sped to a corner, shrouding her face in shame. Tupac staggered down in to a chair, weak, but not weak enough to shoot Damon a livid look.

Damon backed up to the exit. "You're very beautiful, Zinnia," he faltered, still backing out of the house.

"Shut the hell up and give this to, Bonnie." Tupac glared at him as if he could rack him over coals of fire. He threw Zinnia's bracelet at him, then Damon hauled ass out of there.

"Never mind him. You're beautiful," Tupac proclaimed, getting to his feet to take to her side. He turned her around to him, cupped her chin, and then fixed her eyes on his.

"What will people think of me?" She pressed her hands on his chest and clutched his shirt.

"Fuck what other people think. All that matters are you and me." He eyed her seriously for a moment, then forcefully took her by the shoulders and planted a greedy, wet kiss to her lips. She swung her arms around his neck and kissed him avidly back. Her actions showing that she had forgotten all about Damon's hurtful words moments ago.

He gripped her waist firmly, deepening their kiss. She flashed him up against the wall and ripped off his shirt. He chuckled, surprised by her newfound strength. He stripped down to his birthday suit, a minute later than her.

"Are you kidding me?" Damon twisted up his face, repulsed.

"What?" Bonnie sharply raised her brow.

"They're screwing in our house," he huffed.

"Omigod." She thinned and enlarged her eyes, trying to shake the visual of Zinnia and Tupac getting it on out of her head. "Okay, well...let's see what's inside the box." She looked at his hand, noticing he didn't have the box. "Where's the box? I thought that's why you rushed back inside." She threw her hands in the air, bewildered by his decision.

"No. no. Don't worry about the box." He smiled and waved a hushing finger at her.

"Damon, I know you want to know what's going on back home. Even I'm a little bit curious, especially considering the way we had to leave."

"Okay, I guess you're right, but I'm not going back in there. If you want the box, you better do your witchy juju stuff." He flailed his hands all animatedly about.

She smiled and shook her head hilariously at him. "Here goes." She closed her eyes and mumbled a little chant. Damon stuffed his hands into his back pocket, watching her in reverence. She peeked at him with one eye. She giggled at his naive face.

"What?" he queried innocently.

She went back to chanting. The trinket box came from out of nowhere and smacked Damon right on the head.

"Bon-nie!" he yelped.

"Oops." She fell out laughing.

"Oops? What the hell is oops? That hurt."

She settled down and went to pick up the trinket box off the ground.

"No, let me." He hurried and picked up the box. Bonnie blushed at his gentlemanliness. "Unf, even a murderous vampire can be a gentleman."

"Ha! Ha! Funny." He looked at her, a blush spread across his face.

"Okay, what is this?" She averted her eyes from him and grabbed Zinnia's betrothal bracelet.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Spell this but wait until I leave." He smirked and wiggled his brow.

"Shut up." She slipped the bracelet on her wrist for safe keeping. Her expression dimmed with thought as she seriously eyed the box from home. "Maybe we should see what's inside," she advised.

"You're the boss." He handed the box to her. She slowly opened the container to find a letter. She handed the box back to Damon, then opened the paper. Her eyes quickly darted across the letter. He watched her with a weary expression all the while.

"The note is from Lucy and Stefan. Lucy thinks she can bring us back if I open a portal here on this side as well. She shared the spell she used with me so that we can reply back to them with our plans." She paused, evaluating what she had just read. "…and there's something else." Concern highlighted her face.

"What?" his eyes tightened, and his jaw tensed.

"Stefan says that Elena's not taking it well. He feels that if you're not back home soon, she may try to take her own life."

His shoulders slumped. He deterred his concentration elsewhere, dodging facing her. "Okay, let them know we're opening up a portal on this side. We need to get back home—now," he said seriously, practically demanding that Bonnie do his bidding.

She crossed her eyes in exasperation. This was not the reaction she was expecting from herself, regarding her return home to Elena whom was completely distraught, but secretly she had been fed up with Elena for quite some time. The night when she worked so tirelessly to bring back all of her friends dead drinking buddies, no one seemed to care that she was dying.

The only person that Elena cared about was her precious Damon and how she couldn't live without him. Not once did she notice or even care that she was in pain and coughing up blood. Now, here Damon was, doing that very same thing, thinking of only Elena and not the people of Gardenia and this did not sit well with her.

"I'll inform Lucy that I'm opening up a portal for you to go home, but I'm not leaving these people until their lives have returned to normal."

"I'm not leaving here without you, Bonnie," he protested. "We came together; we leave together. Now, we need to go back and save Elena. You know, your best friend," he reminded heatedly.

"Elena needs to save herself, because I'm done." She tried to walk away but Damon grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back to him.

"This is your friend, Bonnie. You know the one you died for, so she could be happy. How can you walk away from her now when she needs you the most?" he convinced appealingly.

She peered at him, disgust resting on her face. Now she understood why she was so reluctant to be with him romantically. He would never be able to let Elena go and neither could she.

"No matter what happens in your life, everything will always be about Elena. I'm not going back. I will create a spell for you. You can go, but I won't leave these people. I can't." In a frenzy she spun around and stomped off, leaving dumbfounded Damon behind.

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An hour later, Bonnie returned home to see Damon sitting on the steps outside of their little home. She stopped mid-stride once spotting him and rolled her eyes. She didn't want to talk to him right now. How could he be so selfish? How could he want to return home to Elena when these people needed them?

A part of her was fuming about that but another part of her was even angrier with herself because deep down she thought that Damon could care for her more than he did Elena, and to know that she was wrong hurt her ego.

Damon watched her standing in the middle of the road. He could see that she was in deep thought, and he knew her thoughts were about him and them returning home. He couldn't believe that Bonnie would stay here on this planet knowing that her friend would die.

Damon didn't want to return home, but once again, Elena's poor choices forced his hand. A part of him knew that once he saw Elena that he would go running back to her; no matter how good it felt being away from her, and despite how wonderful things were between him and Bonnie, he didn't trust himself to not get back with Elena.

His relationship with Bonnie was evolving. He was feeling things for her and he wished sometimes that he didn't. He stared at her for as long as he could stand. He got up from the steps, brushed off the back of his pants, and slowly walked over to her.

The minute she saw him coming, she started walking hurriedly towards town, trying to evade him, but he wasn't letting her off that easily.

"We're going to talk about this," he stated seriously.

"There's nothing more to say. I will open up a portal for you after we take care of Tupac's men and you can go home and save Elena!"

"I'm not leaving here without you! I can't protect you if we're billions of miles apart!" he preached.

"Yes, you're going home without me, and I don't need your protection! Let me go!" she yelled, jerking away from his grasp, then went inside the house. "Is everyone completely clothed?" she asked with her hand over her eyes.

"Yes, and I'm so sorry. We weren't on the bed—I swear," Zinnia explained shamefully.

Damon hurried in to the house after her. He almost knocked her over in the process.

"Hey!" She shouted, still very annoyed with him.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"I charmed your bracelet." She held the piece of jewelry out for her to take.

"Spelled?" She looked curiously at Bonnie.

"Damon is able to walk in the sunlight because of a spell that was cast on his ring. He asked me to do the same for you," she enlightened seriously.

"Damon, you did this for me?" Zinnia gave him a kind smile.

"Yes. You deserve it." He strained a grin.

Zinnia put the bracelet on her wrist. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Bonnie felt her way over to the window and cracked the shutters. "We'll need to test it first. Place your hand in front of the light," she instructed.

Zinnia inched her way to the window and pushed her hand under the ray of light, shining through the opening. She smiled when she realized the sun wasn't scorching her skin like before. "It works!" She shrieked happily.

Zinnia rushed back to Tupac and gave him a tight cuddle.

"Bonnie, Damon, thank you so much." She glinted.

"Yes, thank you both. We will have a big feast tonight in your honor, and for our fallen," Tupac announced.

"Damon won't be here. I'm going to try and open up a portal, so he can go home to the love of his life-Elena," she mocked, a hint of disdain in her voice.

"What?" he frowned in response to her comment. "I'm going home because she might kill herself," he said, annoyed.

"Elena?" Zinnia questioned.

"The one and only." Bonnie gave a serious eye roll.

"Whose Elena, and why does she want to kill herself?" Tupac asked with steeply raised brows.

"Elena—is Damon's life. They can't live without each other, and now that she has lost him, she wants to die," she explained callously.

Zinnia and Tupac gave each other an uncomfortable glance.

"She's not my, "Entire life!" I feel responsible for her, that's all! I don't want her to kill herself. If this was Jeremy, you'd be outside whipping up a damn portal right now!" he blurted, cantankerously.

Her mouth fell open. She went bug-eyed.

"Sounds like this Elena wants a lot of attention," Zinnia twisted her mouth, and tapped her feet sassily.

Damon raced her a dirty look.

"You're right. I probably would've run home to save Jeremy, but unlike you, we're not selfish, sex-crazed, and co-dependent individuals."

"Well, at least we don't have trust issues, and unlike your boyfriend, I'm not a cheater!" A vein popped out of his neck.

"Well, at least…at least—at least I don't have to take this shit from you." she screeched with balled fist. "I'm out of here!" she bolted out of the door, furiously opening the exit with a flick of her hand.

"Bye!" he yelled back.

"You don't say 'goodbye' to me! I say 'goodbye' to you!" she roared.

"Au revoir; arrivederci; goodbye!" he bellowed.

"Fuck you!" she hollered.

"You won't let me!" he shouted.

"Ugh!" she gasps, then ran out of the house.

"AHHHHHH!" he roared, then kicked their table up against the wall, obliterating it upon impact.

"I'll go get her," Zinnia offered.

Tupac burst into a fit of laughter.

"Why the fuck is you laughing?" Damon chided lividly.

"You two are so in love. She will be the end of you." Tupac was amused by the whole incident.

"I'm not in love with her. Bonnie Bennett is a pain in my ass. Fuck!"

"If you two don't have sex soon, you're going to kill each other." Tupac shook his head. "Look, I know you don't want your former beloved to die, but maybe it's time you let her go. Elena will heal and learn to love, again."

"Yeah, maybe," Damon replied abstractedly as he picked up a chair to sit down.

"Listen, I've been meaning to speak with you about staying here in our parish. If you plan on making Gardenia your home, we require that you take on responsibilities to help keep our town running smoothly. I would love it if you would be captain of my guard and help me watch over the city."

"Sure, whatever," Damon replied nonchalantly, preoccupied by his thoughts.

"Come on, let's go have a drink at the tavern. We need to get you calm down," he bit down on a jeering chuckle.

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"Bonnie, wait up," Zinnia called.

She stopped in her tracks and waited for Zinnia to reach her.

"You're angry but don't be. Damon's crazy about you."

"He has a funny way of showing it."

"I get it, Bonnie. You think he doesn't care about you because he wants to return home to save his old flame, but that's simply not true," she guided.

"Why does he have to go to her? Why is it that when Damon must choose between saving Elena or someone else, he always chooses her! He's so selfish!" she proclaimed passionately, abruptly facing Zinnia.

"I don't know, Bonnie, but from what Tupac has told me, Damon cares deeply for you. He believes he's in love with you." She exhaled. "I sense that you've lived in Elena's shadow for a long time. It's time to come out. Tell Damon how you feel," she implied sweetly, gently rubbing her back.

"I can't. Elena's my best friend. It wouldn't be right." She lowered her distraught gaze to look at the powdered dirt at her feet

"Maybe it's you who needs to break up with Elena." Zinnia gave her a stern, knowing observe.

"Damon belongs with Elena. They're really in love. What I feel for him is infatuation, lust. You know, wanting what you can't have. He's mysterious, handsome, fearless, and passionate. He loves with everything in him, and I admire that about him." She stared up the heavens with her heart-stopping greens.

"You're too serious. Have you ever thought about letting go? You need to unwind, and I know just the thing for you." she gave her a devilish grin. "Come on." she threaded an arm through hers and rushed her through the town's square.

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An hour had passed, and Damon and Tupac had already shared three pitchers of liquor.

Tupac tried getting Damon to open to no avail. He spent most of his time conversing with his comrades whilst Damon drank one drink after another. It took a whole lot of drinking to get even the slightest buzz.

"Zinnia." Tupac smiled at spotting his wife enter the tavern.

"Hello, love. May I speak with you outside?"

"Where's Bonnie?" Damon alerted once seeing Bonnie was not with Zinnia.

"She's at home, cleaning up," she fibbed.

Damon waved off her comment, then turned back to the bar.

Zinnia and Tupac hurried outside. Once outdoors, she snickered.

"What are you up to woman?"

"The ladies and I will be spending the day at the creek, and I was wondering if you would bring Damon by. Maybe let him peep in on Bonnie." She sneakily grinned.

"You're so bad." He winked, and they cunningly grinned and then kissed each other, proud of their devious behavior.

"Alright, Bonnie's waiting for me. Don't let me down." She gave him another quick smooch and palmed his ass for good measure, then flounced off.

"Unf." He licked his lips at the sight of her ass as she cavorted down the square.

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Bonnie laid sprawled out by the creek listening to the women talk. Even though their voices were like a chorus humming all around her, they still didn't distract her from thinking about Damon Salvatore. Why did he need to go home? She realized she was being ridiculous for being angry with him for caring about Elena's wellbeing. If he didn't care, she would be angry with him for taking it too lightly.

Originally, she didn't have ambitions to be first in anyone's heart. She was use to being second choice. She accepted it with her parents and with her boyfriend Jeremy who chose a ghost, his sister, and Liv over her every time.

When Damon came along things were different. Though Elena was the woman who set his heart on fire, he always made room for her. No one had ever fought more valiantly for her than him. Her Grams was the only other person that cared for her in that same capacity.

She assumed that being adamant about not leaving would make him change his mind about going as well, but if it came down to him choosing a suicidal and senseless Elena over a woman who had all her faculties, he would choose the suicidal chic, of course. She rolled her eyes outwardly in thought of everything.

If she believed for one minute that after they returned home that she and Damon could still have the same relationship, she would go back in a heartbeat, but it wasn't guaranteed. Nothing they had with each other was sure fire.

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"Where the hell are you taking me?" Damon bitched with a wrinkled brow.

"Whenever I feel down or when Zinnia and I have an argument, I go for a long walk in the woods. It helps to quiet my mind," he leisurely explained.

"Whenever I feel down, I rip out someone's heart," Damon bragged, still brooding.

"Ooh, Damon, we don't do that," Tupac corrected coolly. "Tell me more about Zinnia's gifts?"

"She can move at the speed of sound; she can hear a bat pissing on a cotton ball; she can see a speck of dust from yards away, and there's my personal favorite—compulsion. She can compel a person to do whatever she wants," Damon's scowl transferred into pure gratification at the assertion.

"Really?" Tupac swiftly turned around to face him.

"Really." He wiggled his eyes.

"Have you compelled anyone since you've been here?"

"The prisoner from the other night," Damon divulged.

"Can Zinnia's blood heal people, too?"

"Yes, and if she's ever severely injured, give her some of your blood and she'll heal much faster." He recollected. "Tupac, tell me about these people in Emerald City. Their weaponry seems pretty advanced."

"At one point in time, we all lived in Emerald City, but one day, the Nyanja species decided that they no longer wanted to share the wealth of this land with us." He breathed.

"First, we were banished from the city. Then to further prove their superiority over us, they made it impossible for us to obtain most of our natural resources like metal, fossil fuels, water, and food but that still wasn't enough for them. They decided to eradicate our kind. My people are a dying breed," he made clear.

"What do you mean their species? You all look humanoid, and your city seems to be doing well," Damon replied perplexed.

"Their biological makeup is different. They're twice as strong as us, and they can live for several hundred years."

"Hundreds of years? How long can you live?"

"A few hundred years."

"Wow! I guess no matter what planet you live on the rich and the powerful will always conquer and oppress the weak."

An audible silence was soon felt between them as they stood in the middle of the forest.

Damon thought about Tupac and his people for a fleeting moment, his mind soon drifted to its mantra of thoughts about Bonnie and Elena.

The witch had it all wrong. He wanted to return to Mystic Falls because he felt responsible for Elena's life. She was sired to him, and a part of him felt like she still was. It had nothing to do with the fact that he didn't care about the people of Gardenia. He merely cared more about Elena than he did them. What's so wrong with that, he thought.

His concentration was broken by Tupac's loud smacking on what looked like the nastiest looking fruit that he had seen since being on Parallel Earth.

"What the hell are you eating?" he twisted up his face with appall.

"This fine fruit is called Verdant. This fruit is one of the most sought-after fruits on this planet." Tupac grinned stupidly.

"What, it tastes better than the yellow fruit?" Damon snickered at his asserted theories.

"It's quite tasty despite how awful it looks, but the reason people desire this fruit so greatly, because it has the power to make a sterile person fertile."

Damon almost burst his nickers laughing. "What is it with you and the flower child people? A piece of fruit won't make you more fertile."

"Say what you will my friend. Zinnia and I couldn't conceive a child because of her illness. It was because of this fruit that she was able to give me a child."

"Dude, fruit is not magic. It's fruit. Medicine is what heals you, and now in your case vampire's blood."

"…and how do you think medicine gets made? It's everything around you. I'm telling you, it works, and tonight I'm going to try for another child with Zinnia," Tupac said proudly as he leaned against a tree, smiling.

"I hate to break it to you, Mr. Flower Child, but vampires can't reproduce."

"Really?" He stopped eating the fruit and stared at Damon blankly. He then lifted his shirt, plucked more fruit from the tree, and threw it into his provisional sack.

He turned to Damon, throwing him one of the army green spiked fruits with its soft slimy husk.

"Ew," Damon said, holding the fruit with the tip of his fingers. He then sniffed it. "Unf." He shrugged and then took a bite of the verdant.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's pretty tasty." He nodded and gave a small shrug. "What's that?" He quickly turned his sights in the direction of laughing women off in the distance.

"Hmmm, I don't know. Let's check it out," Tupac answered, then turned his back to Damon. He smiled craftily as he walked towards the creek.

Damon slowly trailed behind him, finishing off the fruit along the way.

"Are you ready to have some fun?" Zinnia said to Bonnie.

She blinked her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to shield her face from the blaring sunlight as she looked up at Zinnia. "En," she said, then tittered.

"Don't be such a pity, Bonnie," Zinnia chastised playfully, then began removing her clothes. She stripped down to her birthday suit and her friends did as well.

Bonnie looked around at all the naked women and unconsciously hid her covered breast with her arm.

"Are you going to get undressed?" Maji asked.

"Uh…uh, can I wear my skirt and shirt?" she peeped around nervously at all the stark-naked women, feeling uncomfortable.

"No, get undressed. No one's going to gawk at you," Zinnia demanded.

"I might." A bronze-skinned woman with jet black hair snickered.

Bonnie blushed. "Why do we have to get naked?"

"The mild undercurrents massage your skin. Your clothing will only get in the way of that. We had a rough night. You need to relax. Now come."

"Okay," she murmured, then start removing her garments.

Damon and Tupac made it to the cliff in time to see the strip show that an unsuspecting Bonnie had no clue that she was performing.

"Well, would you look at that." Tupac sneered at Damon who was astounded at the spectacle before him.

Bonnie slowly untied the front of her shirt. She hesitantly eased the shirt up over her head. She turned her back to the women, then started to remove her skirt. She slid it down her tawny, toned legs, and lastly, she removed her panties. Now here she stood fully exposed—for all the world to see.

Damon peered at her perky breast with binocular vision and licked his lips as his hand inched down to his forefront region. His pants leg expanded little by little. He glanced at Tupac. "Don't look at her," he snapped.

"Hello, my wife is down there!" Tupac shot back indignantly, then cut his eyes lividly at him.

Damon turned his gawking and appraising daze back to Bonnie. Her back was now to him. A smirk flashed across his face as he looked at her beautiful back side. He knew it was nice. He had seen her in her panties and bra but seeing her without her clothes on was much more rewarding.

"You ready to head out?" Tupac asked.

Damon's brow went like checkmarks. The more he eyed Tupac the more his grimace deepened. His expression told Tupac all he needed to know. He snickered at his friend's reactions. "I'm leaving. Do you think you can find your way back?"

"I'll manage," Damon answered unclearly.

Tupac left, laughing along the way.

Damon went back to watching Bonnie as she waded in the water. She was self-conscious and nervous, and he found it adorable. All she did was politely smile and giggle at the other women as they cracked jokes and told stories about their husbands and kids.

He watched them play in the water for about an hour. He was glad that he stayed because he got to see a wet and naked Bonnie. He thanked the Gods for it as he watched her emerge from the water, smoothing her wet hair back on her head. Her breast jiggled as she ran to one of the blankets. She dried herself off before Zinnia talked her into letting her massage her back.

She gave Bonnie some wine and made her take a few puffs of an herb to help her relax. It was peer pressure at its finest. Zinnia was the master of manipulation and guilt-tripping. Damon was extremely impressed.

Zinnia rubbed Bonnie's back, rubbing out all her cares. He could see the oil glistening on her body from the top of the cliff and wished that it was him running his hands all over her wet body.

He lost his smile, then inched back, and looked away from the women, a guilty look on his face. "I'm never going to be able to look at Elena and not think about this woman." He fell back against the tree and closed his eyes. He grabbed his cock and rubbed. "Think of anything but her laying necked and been being felt up by another woman." He thrashed his head against the tree, trying to beat the image out of his head.

The more he massaged his stiffened member and whacked his head up against the tree, the more compelled he felt to look down at her. He stepped back to the edge of the cliff, pulled out his full-on erection and stroked himself forcefully. He devoured the sight of her intently and stroked himself more powerfully.

Though it felt wonderful, he still couldn't help but be nervous. He reddened and fretfully looked around, making sure he was still alone as he continued to try and beat one out. He was Damon Salvatore. He didn't need to masturbate. He could get a woman to do that for him, but here he was, working himself over. He slowly stroked his pink stiffened cock with his strong hand while remaining tender with engorged shaft.

Bonnie waved her feet slowly in the air as Zinnia continued to massage her back with elbows and hands. She moaned softly with pleasure at the woman's wonderful ministration which made Damon even more aroused.

Short grunts escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. That wonderful feeling that he hadn't felt in some time was rushing to the forefront. He moved his hands over his member as if he were milking a cow.

"Ah no; shit; shit." He lamented as he fervently stroked himself. "Oh god, he gasped as his white liquid went splattering across the leaves and onto the ground. "Ah, yes." He smiled, then let out a short relieving chuckle he rubbed out the rest of his release. He fell back against the tree, still lightly stroking himself.

He placed his limp penis back into his pants with a trembling hand, a disgusted look on his face. He squatted down, legs wide open, and arms resting on his knees. He leveled a woeful look around the forest with its majestic trees and fancy flowers and gave a mirthless gurgle. "Why the fuck is this happening to me." He face-palmed and fell back against the tree.