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A/N/Warning: This story has my favorite pairing Bonnie and Damon. It is completely Author's Universe, so this story not necessarily follow the book's story line. Since I'm not L.J. Smith the characters are totally OOC. I did try, though. So please bear with me a little.
I forgot. I post it without a beta check. Sorry for the mistakes and horrors.
Mirages of Love - Chapter 8
"I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand."
― L.J. Smith
"What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?"
― Lauren Kate, Passion
"We can also allow our Soulmate to pass us by,without accepting him or her,or even noticing. Then we will need another incarnation in order to find that Soulmate. And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself: loneliness."
― Paulo Coelho
He couldn't believe his eyes. Damon and Bonnie, Bonnie and Damon. He kissed her and drank from her. He always knew she was special to him. He knew she loved him. But never in their excruciating journey he imagined this. Both of them fought so hard for Elena. Why did his brother kept seeking Bonnie? But was it really something special? or It was the mere act of drink her blood?
He shrugged a little. Everything was more complicated that he ever envisioned.
It wasn't Damon's normal character. His brother had a thing of red heads and with their tumultuous sibling relationship it never occurred to him to ask him why.
More than a half a millennium ago they fought for another golden beauty. A mischievous, trickster and deadly beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. Katherine hurt them so bad. They lost their way. They stopped being brothers until Elena appeared in their lives.
He had to admit he never paid to much attention to Bonnie. She was beautiful when he met her but with a childlike attitude and crazy romantic views. He protected her because she was one of Elena's dearest friends. Eventually she'd become her friend. A fragile human with an amazing gift. She helped him find and connect with Elena when he needed it the must. Elena died and he craved to know about her. Where was she? If she was happy and cross to the eternal light or was she lingering waiting for them to bring her back. He desperately wanted to be with her. Touch her essence again. To feel her again.
Bonnie did that for him. Bonnie gave her blood to him too. She trust him without reservations and for that he was grateful. He wished he could have help her more, but too much was happening around them since day one.
Damon was with Elena now. Bonnie didn't deserve what his doing to her. She doesn't deserve to suffer like he do. He still love Elena with all his power. Elena was his home, his port. He knows even Elena only want friendship from him; he will be there for her. Forever!
He waited by now his brother must know he was there leaned against a tree in front of the brat house waiting for them to come out.
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Meshed souls are unique. They are at their pick of their happiness. As one they share from the banal things to the most intimate desires. They discovered if they are meant to be together. And for Damon he discovered he was meant to mesh with this pure soul with sadness embedded and hopes that reach far away more than the stars.
This soul was not Elena's. It can't be! He had share his soul with Elena too. He can't be meant for this two maidens. It was just not possible. He has to run away from this fairy vixen who willingly let him do to her whatever he wants. No questions asks. That's not good. Not at all.
What has he done? Was his Little Bird so accommodating because of his compulsion? The doubt crept through his mind.
That made him blink and fight to return to sanity. He has to stop drinking.
Reluctantly he claim his soul back. He detached his soul from Red Bird's soul. He felt her cry for his abandonment. He force his soul to recoil because his instinct was to be eternally attached to her.
Slowly the noises came back attacking his fine hearing. The wretched music blasting from those damn speakers. The smells of a drunk humans reached his nostrils. He almost pushed his precious Kitten away.
He retracted his fangs and the soft moan of Little Bird called to him. He drank from her, he had broken a promise the first time on his long life. She was there in front of him swaying following his movements.
He then realized he was still moving to the softer tune that no longer exists. He stopped and moved his hands to encased his Little Bird face between them. She opened her eyes, big brown and enticing him to stay with her. He kissed her this time softly almost ceremoniously.
She didn't know what was she doing to him. So different to his Princess. Elena was adventure, passion, the world in his hands. Her love was fierce and consuming. Elena was like him; his equal.
Bonnie was... home. How long has he been living without a port to dock on, a land where he let his roots grow deep. It couldn't be. The last time he felt rooted was when he was a little child. When his mother waited for him with open arms. He would run to her. She would pick him up and swirl with him a couple of times. Laughter was their accompanying music. She would tell him over and over how much she love him. He was his little angel.
Red Bird made him remember that feeling. She made him covet that feeling. He couldn't be wanting what his Little Brother always sought out. NO!
He let her go. Her flushed face was delightful. She swayed a little. He took too much blood, but she still will be fine. She didn't need his blood. Not this time.
"I'm tired."
"Lets get you home."
She didn't say anything. He already made her believe they had a simple make out session. He didn't want her to believe something else happened between them. He was clear she'll expect more from him. He didn't know what he would do about it. He know what must be done, but he wanted to do what his heart desired the most.
He encased her against him. His arm resting on her slim waist. Her head leaning on him. They walked out from the Brat house from hell.
A vampire he knew too well stepped on their path. He had sense a weak supernatural force, but he had ignored it. He was too intoxicated with Red Bird's blood to pay attention to it.
"Hello, brother"
He strengthened his hold on Kitten. She stirred a little and her soft voice interrupted his not so politically correct remark. He scowled a little. He was planning to use Italian.
"I had dream about you."
Both vampires reacted at the same time.
"You what!"
Her remark was for Stefan and not him.
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