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Damon watched Bonnie in frustration. He was frustrated because she wasn't saying anything, she was driving even faster than him, and because he couldn't get a read on her thoughts because of the mental block she had around her mind.
Whatever was bothering Bonnie was really serious. Her body language indicated that much. Bonnie was frowning deeply and her jaw was clenched as if she was trying to focus really hard on something, her pale face was even paler than usual, and her grip on the steering wheel was so tight that her knuckles had turned white. The front of her shirt was stained with the drying blood of someone, and every muscle in her body seemed to be tensed. Damon's eyes fell on the bloody stake next to her. Had she killed someone? A vampire someone? If he didn't have the evidence right in front of his eyes, Damon would have never even considered the thought that Bonnie of all people was capable of staking anyone.
He was burning with curiosity. He didn't say anything because he knew she wouldn't answer. In fact, he was almost sure that she had even forgotten that he was in the same car with her.
He was right.
When Bonnie very hastily and carelessly parked her car in her driveway and made a grab for the stake next to her, she noticed him. She looked surprised; she actually blinked as if she thought that he was just a figment of her imagination. But then it probably dawned on her that he was for real because her face changed into something that would be read as an I-don't-want-to-deal-with-this expression.
Well then, she'd just have to suck it up and deal with it anyway, because no one can say no to Damon Salvatore when he wanted something. And right now, Damon wanted the truth.
Bonnie parked her car in her driveway in a rush. She hadn't thought of anything that would help her situation. She had only decided that she would talk to her friends and tell them everything. But oddly, her psychic senses were very reluctant to that idea. She didn't know why but she had the strange feeling that it would be best if she didn't clue her friends in on anything. But she had to talk to someone. Someone who could help her deal with this mess, because she honestly had no idea what she was going to do.
She reached for Alec's bloody stake following her instincts. That's when she noticed that Damon was still sitting next to her. Shit! She had completely forgotten about his presence. Great, just another problem she had to deal with now!
That's when Damon spoke again for the first times in almost 20 minutes.
"Well?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well what?" Bonnie knew what Damon wanted; she was just stalling for time, looking anywhere but at him.
"You know what. I want to know lots of things."
"Like?"
"Like why you're carrying around a bloody stake, and why you're soaked in blood, and why you look like you think you're going to be attacked any second, and why you did whatever spell you did back in the woods. I want to know everything,"
"Why? It's none of your business," Bonnie finally made eye contact with him; she was honestly curious as to why he was being so nosy.
Damon frowned, but he answered, "Because…..I have to get my mind off of some things."
"Oh," Bonnie understood then. Damon meant he needed to get his mind off of Elena and what happened in Florence just a few days ago. "Fine, I'll tell you. Follow me." She got out of the car and walked towards her house. Bonnie would tell Damon about Alec because she really needed someone to discuss her problems with, and he suddenly seemed like the perfect alternative to her friends. He would never tell her friends about anything because, well because of what had happened in Florence. She also figured that even if Damon couldn't help her afterwards, she'd at least have someone who could inform everyone about what had happened if she died.
She led Damon to her room.
Once inside her room, Bonnie closed the door behind her back and sat on the armchair opposite the one Damon had occupied.
He didn't say anything; he just kept searching her face with a keen gaze.
"What do you want to know? I don't have a lot of time, so make it quick," Bonnie snapped.
Damon frowned; he obviously didn't like being snapped at, but he answered anyway. "Who is it that you killed today?" he asked suspiciously.
"I didn't kill anyone, I just staked him. Besides, it was for defense purposes only… And maybe because I was kinda angry as well," Bonnie said.
"Why were you angry? And who is this 'he' you're talking about?"
"The 'he' is Alec. I don't know who he is- he's stalking me; this is the second time I saw him. Oh, and I was angry because he attacked my parents- all the way in Hawaii! I mean, what the hell did I even do to this guy right? I don't even know him!"
"What happened the first time you saw him? And what happened since then?" Damon asked.
Bonnie looked at him for a second, then she took a deep breath. And then, she obediently told him everything Alec had said, and everything about her parents' attack, and everything about how she did a spell to help them, and how she had staked Alec. She ended with, "And now I don't know what to do and Alec definitely wants to kill me."
"He chased you after you staked him in the abdomen?"
"Yes."
"Then he was able enough to grab you after you pulled the stake out and punched him?" Damon sounded incredulous, even for him.
"Yes, why?"
"He just sounds really…strong," Damon said grudgingly.
"Stronger than you?" Bonnie asked.
Damon nodded his head.
"Great. Just great. This is exactly what I need," Bonnie said sarcastically.
They both were quiet for a minute, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Damon broke the silence, "Why haven't you told anyone about this? Anyone besides me, I mean."
"Because…it's because, I think, no it's this gut feeling I'm getting, you know? It's hard to explain," Bonnie said, confused.
"So why don't you follow that gut intuition and see what happens?"
"Um… I'm not sure what you mean."
"Look," Damon came and knelt close to her in front of where Bonnie was sitting. "Now close your eyes and concentrate on your psychic senses."
Bonnie gave him a 'look' but she did as she was told. She concentrated and focused, Really hard. She imagined she was catching hold of a small light in pitch black darkness. But every time she tried, it felt as if the light kept slipping through her fingers. She tried again and again and each time she failed. She broke out of her trance when she heard a voice from very far away… It was Damon. "You can stop now. Bonnie. Bonnie! Stop!"
Bonnie opened her eyes to find that she had been clutching the seat of her chair until her fingers were hurting. "It didn't work. I can't feel anything. I'm done for today," Bonnie said defeated.
"I can tell. So why don't we do the next most logical thing," Damon said bleakly.
"Which is….?"
"Well, let's start with securing your weaknesses. We-"
That's a lot of work, I'm very weak you see," Bonnie interrupted.
"That's not what I meant. I meant the humans and my brother. They are obviously what Alec is using to threaten you; I always knew they were all useless trouble," Damon said harshly.
"Of course!" Bonnie exclaimed, ignoring Damon's last comment, "The spell books!" Bonnie leaped from her chair and practically danced to her bed, where the spell books were haphazardly laid.
"You're going to look for a protection spell?"
"Yes! Come on. Help me!"
Damon walked over to her and, together, they started browsing through the books.
As they were looking for a spell, Bonnie couldn't take her mind off of the fact that Damon Salvatore didn't help anyone for free; there was always some price to be paid. She just hoped it was something easy, because she really needed the help right now.
And yes I am going 2 complicate things between bonnie and damon later on! But for now….
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