Damon had tied the black string around the bottle, a step closer to finalizing the spell. The elements representing her power was inside the vial, looking harmless as ever, but the consequences of this… Trying not to think about that just yet, he remembers Maggie telling him to bury it in a place that meant dear to Bonnie. What better place was that but her grandmother's grave? He had already dug a hole deep enough to fit his hand. All he had to do was drop the spell bottle, bury it, and chant the incantation necessary. But here he was, staring at the small puncture on the ground, waiting for the strength to do it.
The graveyard had become extremely soundless, as if all those lifeless bodies underneath the soil were waiting for his decision. He feels his hand tremble, and though he's supposed to drop the bottle, he grips the bottle harder, but with all gentleness so as not to break it. Damon doesn't know why he is hesitating, but…
RIIIINNNG!
"FUCK!" he yells in surprise, and slips the bottle angrily inside his coat pocket. When he found himself glaring at Tituba's tombstone, he looks away and answers the call. "I told you not to call, didn't I!"
"Shit, mister!" Maggie's high-pitched voice cried over the other line. She sounded so jumpy she might lose her breath. "It's a trap! You see, my mother did a channeling spell and anyway…"
"Maggie, what the–"
The young witch cuts him off before he can speak, "The vision that I saw was sent by the goddess herself! Please don't bother talking to me anymore; this is my last call forever! I suggest you hide soon! I got totally grounded when they found out I helped you! BYE!" Click.
"Damn it!" Damon snarled, wanting to crush the phone in his hand. He shoved his phone back in his pocket angrily, unable to process what Maggie told him just yet. The vial felt even more pronounced against his chest. It was waiting to be used. But what about what the witch said? "After all that trouble, it doesn't fucking work?"
"Oh it works, vampire," a deep alto said from behind him, and he turns around in surprise. Bonnie stands there, wearing that familiar white dress. Her green eyes were void, only that burst of gold in her eyes. Her hair seemed thicker and longer, and her copper skin looked glazed with Power. She smiled softly at him, giving him that knowing look. "It's not really a 'trap' like the young witch said. It was insurance policy... if ever things got out of hand."
They both knew it. Things were not out of hand. Yet. But the Bonnie to goddess ratio was bothering him. "Are you going to stop me?"
She takes a deep breath and starts circling around him slowly. "Why do you want to do this?" She narrows her eyes at him, the hurt of his pending betrayal in her gaze. "Are you not grateful for what I have given you?"
The closer She was, the more he felt like burning, but he had to hold his ground. "The freebies?"
"The sex, companionship, my blood. Bonnie's love. Something that I have never graced any vampire before; my Power." She touches the tombstone with her hands, but he could not see the grief that usually clouds Bonnie's eyes whenever she visits. Clearly, it was the goddess speaking to him. "Besides. Once you neutralize me… she will die."
"I'll turn her," Damon says automatically, feeling like child, a mouse challenging a lion.
She sneered at him. "But when Bonnie dies, you die."
"What?" the word flew out of his lips before he could stop himself.
"It's a mystery to me why my descendant chose you."
Why did Emily? Damon didn't know anymore. He thought he knew. He thought it was because he had a role to play…
"Bonnie could have denied you the bond when you came to her that day," She said. "But she gave you her blood willingly, sharing our Power with you. It's the Death in you that masks the Power."
Damon was not the only powerful entity in Mystic Falls. Of all the times for Bonnie to have broken the spell, it had to be when there were so many supernatural beings in the proximity. The warlocks. Elijah. The possibility of Klaus. The werewolves. Then there was Katherine and her taunts. Her voice echoes in her brain: You're her slave. You're beneath her. His eyes widened when it felt like two puzzle pieces fell into place. He feels almost struck by lightning. Did he actually let Katherine manipulate him into thinking that he was going to be Bonnie's slave –something that she knew he would hate to be? Katherine had always been a brilliant liar, and he was always that idiot who believed her. Fuck.
The goddess scowls at him. "Are you always going to be so weak?"
She mocks him now, yes, but there is an immense difference. She was no doubt stronger than Katherine, but… Damon inwardly grins. Katherine was a liar, and apparently, She couldn't lie to save her life. The goddess inside Bonnie was the best/worst original Judgey, after all. Now he can only reason one thing. Why She's not killing him is no longer a surprise, it's because she can't. He wasn't 'beneath' Bonnie or Her. He was simply a man (or vampire) with a mission. Bring Bonnie back. He clears all the fear and lies from his head. "Bonnie. I need you to listen," he said, calling Her attention, taking the vial from his pocket. Dangling it in front of them, he asked, "See this?"
The Goddess leers at him, openly challenging him.
Damon dropped it on the ground and then stomped on it, the sound of broken glass a thick crunch under his boot. All his hard work during school hours. Everything was crushed on the dirt. He looked the goddess in the eyes. "I don't need it." He took a step closer, and She took a step backwards.
Obviously, She was not expecting that. She was surprised, but she was angry. "You should be punished. You are scum. Filthy. You were going to betray us!"
Damon shook his head. "I was never a good boy." He grins then, letting his fangs show. "Now, Bonnie, you need to do something."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"I need you to choose me, Bonnie. Choose me again." Like that day in that prairie. When you let me inside your home. When you let me inside you. "Choose me."
"What the hell are you saying?"
"Choose me." Don't let It control you. Don't let the Power deceive you. "Me, Bonnie. Damon Salvatore." Choose me and I'll be here when you return –with or without the Power.
The gold of her eyes dims. "What if this is who I am?"
"It's not," Damon says, shaking his head. "Sure, you're Judgey full-force now, but Bonnie would rather die doing the right thing." He takes another step. Let me love you, he wanted to say, but he couldn't. He doesn't know what's holding him back, but it does. He sees the briefest of green in her eyes, but she glares at him, her golden eyes flashing. He's willing to try. "Bonnie, I…"
She appears in front of him in a flash, the green in her eyes wild with emotion, and Bonnie puts a finger against his lips. "Don't." She looks away.
Damon moves to grab her to him, but she disappears.
Downing what seemed like endless glasses of bourbon, Damon resorted to swing back to the boarding house. Along the way, he had to remind himself he was mad at Bonnie, as he found himself heading towards her home. Glaring at the place of his origins, he thought of how much he hated the mansion. It was so empty, hard and cold, a reminder of bitter memories and mistakes –just the same thing he sees on his mirror everyday, only that he was much more attractive.
At least the whiskey gave a little warmth. But it was nowhere to the temperature his body feels whenever he was with his... He enters the house, and he sways. Maybe another glass of alcohol would knock him out? He enters the living room to find his brother waiting for him. Damon does not like what he sees. His brother gives him an unflappable stare, and though it was the same brooding forehead he knew, love and hated, there was this peculiar scent thrumming in his veins… The side-effects of alcohol suddenly diminished, and the drunken stupor was easily replaced by surprise and rage. Clenching his jaw, he murmured, "You didn't."
"I had to." Stefan looks away. "I'm taking Elena and leaving before she..."
Damon appears in front of him without regard to his mention of Elena. With great control he pounds his fist into Stefan's jaw. The younger Salvatore bruises, but he does not heal. He felt himself overflowing with anger as he looked down on his brother's weakened form, crouched on the floor in easy defeat. "You fucking idiot!" he growled, taking his brother by the collar. "She could have killed you!"
"But she didn't," Stefan said, as if it made a difference. But it did. "I… I'm sorry, brother."
Damon simply laughs at him, but the tone was dark and breaking. He can see the terror in his brother's face, but that made his amusement only doubled.
"Damon, p-please–"
But there was no way out of this, and Damon is filled with fury, so he snaps his brother's neck and kills him. As Stefan's head lolled to the side, he tore the skin on his arm and forced the blood down his victim's throat. Cain and Abel with a twist, he thinks, seeing the power of his blood taking effect on the corpse on his arms, and laid him gently on the carpeted floor. He smiles gently; he was still that sick, sinful and twisted vampire he grew to be. "An eternity of misery, brother. Don't ever forget."
The temporary humanness Stefan experienced was enough to make him forget about the pains of transformation, one would think he would have gotten used to it already. To escape Stefan's strangled cries as he reverts into vampirism, Damon flits to Bonnie's house. He hates himself for caring about what he did, for being so selfish, but he blames Bonnie in general. Though the door was unlocked, he slams it open, almost tearing it off its hinges. Looming with exasperation, Damon sees her sitting ever so casually by the window pane, smoothing the feathers on her familiar. He does not see her eyes just yet, so he tries to be rational about it. "Why did you do it?"
Without glancing at him, she responds, "Jealous?" When all the vampire could do was harden his fists on his sides, she let down 2nd on its perch and turned to him. "After our little conversation earlier, I realized something." She walked over in front of him, fearless of the wrath stemming from his body and damps a firm grasp on the neckline of his dark shirt. "I'm not going to share you, Damon."
The faint darkness of the room hides the true color of her eyes, but the way she says that drives the fire home. His cock hardens instantly, but he reminds himself to remember that she did something wrong. "You think we're even?"
"I know you love your brother more than you like me," Bonnie whispered, almost too dramatically.
"You are an idiot," Damon glowered, pushing her away. The touch burned, and he felt the need to get his hands on her again –they both knew that he was already fully aroused, but he tried to stop himself.
"Oh, right!" Bonnie exclaims, painting a sad expression on her face. But her beautiful face is suddenly distorted with resentment. "You want to be human too, right?"
Damon definitely missed being human, yes. He had found himself longing for it the past few months. But this thing with Bonnie…? It changed everything. Being human would not be enough to protect her. As much as he wanted to tell Bonnie that, he wasn't sure if it was Bonnie he was talking to right now. If it were, he was too damn mad anyway. There was also that cowardice inside him that prevented him from admitting it out loud.
But it's Bonnie's voice that breaks into his thoughts. "If ever you become human… I'll bet you'll also want to take Elena away, won't you?"
That does it. Damon pounces on her, roughly trampling her down against the floor. I don't want Elena. "I'm not my brother." His hard hand ends up grits on her neck. "Don't bother turning Stefan human again. I'll just turn him back. I would hate to kill him twice."
Bonnie looks at her side, unmindful of the pain on her neck. "Why did it have to be you, Damon?"
The anger is replaced with perplexity. Thoughts about Stefan, death, even bits of Elena, but mostly everything else had gone out the window when he felt her insistent rubbing against the stiffness of his crotch. He watches Bonnie's ministrations, seeing how she managed to pull her panties free, exposing her bare wetness to him, and lays compliantly on the mattress.
"Fuck me, Damon. It's the only thing you're ever good at." She touched his cheek. "I mean, think about it. I made you kill your brother."
It's not about Stefan at all. But the way she smiles at him, that ominous twinkle in her eyes –that's what gets to him. He snarls at her, pushing her harder into the bed, and in only a second, he manages to shove his entire length into that wetness, making her scream. As he fucks her, he likes to think that he's punishing her, but, he realized, even when he's using brute force against her, he does it with much endearment. He dominates her tonight, but when he sees the green of her eyes looking up at him, full of emotion and befuddlement and love, he remembers why he refused to associate himself intimately with her before everything happened, despite the need to...
Endgame.
A few moments after their mind-boggling union, Damon wakes to an empty bed. He opens his eyes to see the goddess at the foot of the bed, watching him quietly. He feels tense –but that was probably because he could not move. "Bonnie?" he tried. "Come back to bed."
She just looks at him. Then she extends her hands towards Damon, and the windows opens harshly, a strong blast of air enters the room, adding more fierceness to the edge of her power. Once again, her skin is effervescent, her dark tresses billowing with the wind. She looked divine as she looked deadly. Judgey 2nd flies in alarm towards Damon, squawking in fear as it lands on his bare shoulder. He tries to sit up, but a strong force was keeping him down. Before she vanishes into thin air, she whispers one word, "Stay."
AN: Whew! 2 chapters to go! Anyway, I will distinguish Bonnie and the goddess by using 'She' instead of Bonnie's name. I just have to say this in case a few of you get confused. :) I hope you guys enjoyed this. Tell me what you think. ;)
