AN: I am back! Whew! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Thank you, too, to those were extra sweet on wishing me well on my vacation! It went well! So YEAH, I hope this chapter is enough to suffice for the delay and hopefully, we'd get to the ending soon. I'm thinking 2-3 chapters until we're done. Or not. Depends on how the story goes, I suppose. Unless you guys want it to be over already. Haha. Just kidding. Anyway, here's our usual shout-out to those fantastic people who are kind enough to drop me some words of encouragement and motivation:
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"Did you really have to break the door?" Bonnie asked her best friend once she got some breathing space. Despite the extreme hug she gave Caroline, she found it hard to let go a little bit. It was such a relief to be around someone who didn't want to own her body and soul.
If this were a normal day, Caroline would have giggled cutely, but she just shrugged and suggested, "More dramatic that way." Giving Bonnie one of her heart-warming smiles, she took her hand. "Come on, princess, I'm busting you outta here!" Sometimes she forgets how strong she is, but when they didn't budge an inch, her eyes widened and she was almost going to say sorry when she saw the rare fire of petty stubbornness flash across Bonnie's face. "Bonnie Bennett, don't tell me you still have to use the toilet!"
"Caroline, have you seen what was happening out there? Have you seen my car!" Bonnie shook her head. She put on the cute pouty face she does whenever they find her out on her inflexibility to bend to other's desires. Excuse me for putting a little tantrum show, she thought defiantly. How can she leave? This place was her haven! She felt a little nervous when she saw a particular gleam in Caroline's eyes. "And, in horror movies, it's always the ones who go out who get killed!"
"Fine, I won't get offended," Caroline mumbled quite loudly to both of them. She dropped Bonnie's wrist and crossed her arms across her chest. "I know what's happening here. You were expecting someone else."
Sometimes it sucks to love her friends too much. Like now. She couldn't stop her heart from doing that inevitable skydive down her belly. Actually, it sucks to love her vampire friend too much, because Caroline probably heard that. "You know what, let's just go." Instead of blabbering around like an idiot or making a stupid face, she grabs the blonde's wrist and starts pulling her out of the secret bathroom for exclusive members, but, Caroline did not move. "For the love of…"
"All the fights and threats with Damon were pretty much foreplay, huh?"
An excited giggle wanted to bubble up from Bonnie's person, but she chose to give an unladylike snort. "Damon? Seriously? He's got issues. And that guy is repulsive." She tugged on Caroline's wrist again. "Let's just–"
"Repulsive my ass, Bonnie," Caroline cut her and took hold of her arm. "Now, I'm going to get you to your prince charming ASAP!" Wrapping an arm around her friend, she sped them through the exit of the lady's bathroom only to be met by an apparently stronger force because both of them fall down the floor on their butts. And Caroline, having recovered quickly from the sudden impact, looked up to find their childhood friend/hero and as of late, her unsteady boyfriend, standing in front of them with that glimmer in his eyes. "Oh. Shit."
Thanks to her speed, Caroline had managed to set Bonnie upright and a few meters away from the impending threat that was her supposedly true love. Just like the usual Matt fashion, he stood there quietly, trying to impose them with his natural-born charisma. Now this was what she loved about her man. He was that true eye candy, that honest-to-god charmer because he did all the hotness without being a vampire. Keeping her gaze trained in on Matt for more ways than one, with unmoving lips she confessed, "I'm sorry, Bonnie, but Matt looks so hot right now." However, despite the tempting physical appearance (and the need to kiss him), something in her gut told her that talking to this Matt wouldn't garner the same effects like it would their usual rendezvous. But oh, he really was smokin' hot. There was something sexier to this Matt than boy-next-door Matt. There was this commanding presence about him, something so supernatural… Must be the spell.
"Bonnie," Matt called out, the beginning of the mating ritual that almost everyone has been proposing since this happened. Somehow, it all starts with her name. The thought of it, to hear of it, then to say it… It confirms everything. And when the muse would not respond, the need should be addressed again. "Bonnie…" He took a step forward, a cue for the girls to step backwards.
"Why the F are the buttons on his shirt open!" Caroline asked in frustration. "Dammit!"
"Focus!" Bonnie reminded her, exactly how Caroline would during cheerleading practice.
Caroline had always been the aggressive type, so she didn't waste any time. Taking Damon's manner of dealing with these Bonnie-crazed men (ironic though that the last thing he did was run, ha!), Caroline pounces on Matt in an attempt to render him unconscious. She knew there would be a lot of make-up sex after this, but to her surprise, Matt returns the force twice harder than she expected a normal human being to do. Something's telling her that his newfound strength wasn't because of football training. As she struggles to keep Matt in place down the floor, she spares a moment to look up at Bonnie, who was frozen in place by a thong display. "Do your minions come with super strength too!"
Bonnie shook her head nervously. "I… I don't think that's Matt, Caroline…"
"What are you saying? These are his pecs!" Caroline argued, but she found herself giving Matt a dose of the full extent of her power, and she knows exactly why she doesn't want to accept what Bonnie just said. Not him, Caroline thought. Not Matt. He was the only thing that was hers. He was the only thing that she didn't want the darkness to get to. Not completely. But when their faces are but inches from each other and it's the usual prelude to a mind-numbing kiss, she sees Matt's loveable blue eyes are of a different shade. She growls his name out, hoping to make him hear some sense, secretly begging him to stop, but when he doesn't, she pushes him off of her as hard as she could. He smashes against a display of string-laced bikinis.
"Oh my god, Matt…" Bonnie trails off as Matt gets on his knees, trying to stand back to his full height.
Her voice was always enough to give them strength. Licking the blood off his busted lip, he gives them a very un-Matt grin. "Matt. Klaus. Whatever works for you, Bonnie." He looks down his body. "Judging by this situation, I am more than willing to share." He gives Caroline a glance. "We can take her too, if you want. But you're going to be our first priority." He closes his eyes, delights in shiver he feels at the prospect of pleasure he should get from it. "All the pleasure is yours, Bonnie. Everything."
He probably would have gone into detail about how he would love to do this and that. Probably. Because like a torpedo, a mannequin's hand thwacks him on the forehead all of a sudden. To their surprise, it works, because he falls like deadweight on the thick, lush carpet.
"Oh my god, Caroline! Why did you do that! What if you killed him!" Bonnie exclaimed, unable to stop herself from feeling alarmed of the precise blow her best friend delivered on Matt's head. She wanted nothing more but to run over to where Matt lay like a victim, but she was not allowed to be stupid, right? "That's still Matt… somehow."
"Eh," Caroline replied, but her face had this permanent grimace. "I'll just give him some blood to heal the bruises."
"But what about brain damage!"
"I know, but didn't you hear him, Bonnie?" Caroline looked at her in slight wonder. "Klaus is possessing him." She walked over to her un-boyfriend and made a disgusted face as she saw the lump on his head. "Damn, that will bruise." As she was about to tie him with her belt or a couple of brassieres, she gave Bonnie a comforting glance. "This will take a minute." Because Matt was fucking heavy. Maybe it was his marvelous physique, or maybe it was because of the two souls residing in his body. "God, I hate you, Klaus."
And of course, at the mention of his name, it was enough to turn on the switch. Matt's eyes flash open and it doesn't take much strength for him to break free of his costly confinement. He gives Caroline a direct punch on the gut and she falls down the floor by his feet. His eyes, now bloodshot with desperation and lust. "Bonnie."
"Bonnie, run!" Caroline gasped as she tried to push off Matt's boot from her abdomen. What is it with men and putting her literally underneath them today? That is just totally anti-feminist!
"I'm coming to get you, Bonine…" Matt/Klaus bellowed like a super-charged alpha-male.
"Not if I get her first," another voice announced from behind a display of black nighties, and in a blink of an eye, grabbed Bonnie away. Bonnie didn't even have the time to scream her protest.
Matt/Klaus screamed in anguish and anger, "Damn you, Katherine!"
Before Matt/Klaus could charge away and follow for a threesome, Caroline knew she had to do something, and that meant trying to one-up Damon's methods of unpleasantness. It's not Matt, she reminded herself again as his boot hardened its weight on her belly, probably for some leverage. She vamps out and grabs onto his leg. He starts kicking her like a thug, but she's got a death grip on him like a pro wrestler. The same time that Matt gives her a killer kick to the brain, possibly for payback, she tears off his Achilles tendon and he falls immobile on the carpet.
Matt hollered in pain as the blood spurt all over Caroline, all over the pricey lingerie. "How the fuck did you bite through my jeans!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," someone said from top of them, giving Matt a good knock on the head (again) with a bronze vase. BOOOOOOOOOONG it went, just like a loud gong. Matt/Klaus is unconscious like an overused sexdoll on the floor. "Nice move, Barbie."
Caroline blinks up at him, Matt's blood making her recover faster from his kick to her head. "See…? You're quoting me already."
"Is he your boyfriend?" Damon makes a face. "Don't answer that. Whatever he is to you, keep him here."
"Katherine, she…"
"I know," Damon answered, and flitted away towards the direction where his past and his future had gone.
Caroline felt like resting the moment Damon had left. Somehow, she believes that he can actually get to Bonnie soon. But before she could be completely at ease, she had to make sure that possessed Matt wouldn't ever get the chance to get away and be additional baggage for the future Mystic Falls couple to deal with. Dragging Matt's bloody ass from the floor, she takes her phone from her pocket and dials Elena's number. One ring. "Lena? I think I need your help with something…"
"I am having such a bad day, Caroline; where do you want me to begin?" Elena sighs from the other line. "And yes, the dungeon can still accommodate one more person."
The not-so-fun run with Bonnie's lovers was enough torture to Damon like no other. He couldn't kill any of them, hell, he couldn't even trip any of them. What would have been a supposedly endless buffet of townspeople goodness just made Damon want to give up blood altogether. Maybe Caroline was right –the spell was giving them bad blood. Or he was just quite hesitant because killing them would upset Bonnie.
As much as he should really panic and just lose it, he knew he couldn't. Not now. He was thinking with a perfectly pissed-off yet logical mind. And even if he should have gone completely crazy with all the competition for Bonnie, he's at ease with the hope that this is only for a day. Surely, he would probably emerge victorious from this whole –RIIIIIIIIIIIIING.
"Dearest, I have a proposition for you," the voice he had thought to be a siren's echoed from the other line. "I don't want you hot on my heels once I get Bonnie out of this crazy town, so I was thinking… Would you like to share?" Before he can say anything, she laughs sweetly. "Oh wait. I'm calling the wrong brother."
"I will find you, you know."
"Oh I know, Damon… and I'll be waiting."
"And Katherine?"
"…Yes?"
"Look behind you."
When Katherine's breath hitches with sudden fright on the other line? Priceless. The worst day of Damon's life might have just gotten better.
AN: Thanks for reading! RnR, darlings. ;)
