"Um. Can I get a drink please," Cassandra asked Stefan who was currently poised by the liquor cabinet.
"So let me get this straight? Bonnie's giving birth to a pair of mystical prophesied vampire-witch-werewolf hybrids and you're just going to stay here to make sure no one gets killed?"
"Which is exactly why I need a drink," she said shrugging uncomfortably in her jacket.
"Are you hot or something?"
"Don't worry about it Sammy," she told him before tossing back some tequila.
Stefan examined the mundane and the shadow hunter and felt the overwhelming urge to clear his throat and make some lame excuse to find his brother. He was sure he wasn't welcoming the news that Dean was alive and apparently healthy. Speaking of the two? Where were they? He was so engulfed in finding his brother before trouble exploded he didn't notice the sly smile on Sam's face.
"So when exactly were you going to tell us all of this?"
"Actually, I was hoping I wouldn't have to," she said taking another shot, "I was hoping some of my angelic companions would be happy to deliver the blow."
She ran her fingers through her hair. Now it wasn't the first time Sam noticed just how pretty she was. The mocha cream colored skin, purple Asian eyes, thick wavy black hair that ran all the way down to her back. She was lithe, petite, he felt almost like he could squash her she was so small. And her rambling, the way she talked, reminded him of an innocence he had never possessed-an innocence he assumed she had let die long ago.
"So how long have you known? Did you know about it when you first met us? What the fuck were you even doing there?"
She sighed and took another drink before standing up to pace towards the window, scratching her head and shrugging out of her leather jacket. Sammy noticed that she always was in long sleeves.
"Running. You know being half-angel, no matter how cool it sounds, totally and completely blows. The dreams, the knowledge of what nobody else-not even hunters-know, and let me tell you angels don't have a sense of privacy. And don't even get me started on fucking Shadowhunters! The jealousy that the angels actually talk to me, treating me like I'm a fucking seer because I get angelic NPR. They don't accept me because of it- but I'm more of a Shadowhunter than I could ever be human. Ever felt like you never truly belonged to anything? So I went to college, tried to run, tried to escape from it. And what happened? I fell in with a fucking sorority doing black magic. A part of me knew what it was but I had such an overwhelming need to belong, to be normal, to not feel like an otherworldly freak. Once I realized what was happening, who Bonnie was, what you two were doing with her, doing there…I knew I couldn't run anymore."
She sighed and played with a ring on her finger. her mother's ring. A woman who had been taken from her before she knew the truth of her life. And then she had been thrown into the system, taken advantage of, bruised, beaten, and broken by the world. And then they had finally found her. Michael, Castiel, Zachariah, Uriah. Had found her. But she fought it, only to end up with the death of Heather on her conscious. She took another sip.
"I have no idea why I just told you that."
"Maybe because you know I'd understand. What it means to feel like you don't belong?"
"Sam. I'm only going to say this once because I'm starting to feel a bit tipsy…whatever it is you think you're doing to help you should stop. Take it from someone who knows this personally angels are heartless, narrow-minded sons of bitches. Once they've decided something they stick to it," she approached him wearily. He was leaning up against the wall and she came towards him, between his legs, chest pressed against him and ran her fingers over his lips-slightly chapped but soft nevertheless-before taking a deep breath, "and I don't want to see anyone else hurt. Your brother he's going to need you. And there's a reason you can't-and shouldn't-trust a demon Sam."
And she stepped back, picked up her drink, and her leather jacket before rushing out of the library, heart pounding. That's the closest she had ever been to a man before, at least of her own volition. It was almost past scary that she had ended up touching his lips without any external provocation. She didn't like where this was headed. She needed some air. Sam watched her leave with a sigh, running his hand across his face his mind instantaneously went to Ruby. It wasn't the best of ideas he'd ever had he knew that. But Ruby was helping him. Had practically saved him in those months after Dean had died. And he would be lying if he didn't find some underlying emotion to the relationship (if you could call it that) they had, even if it was something he wasn't particularly proud of. He knew he wasn't. Telling himself that he was just looking out for everyone was complete bullshit. He was embarrassed, ashamed, and afraid. And he knew Cassandra knew it. Still she had settled herself between his legs, chest up against his, and ran her soft fingertips over his lips. He had restrained himself…almost. But then before he could say anything she bailed-probably for the best.
While Sam and Cassandra were having a heart to heart Elena and Bonnie were upstairs doing the same thing.
"Well how do you feel about it all?"
"I don't know. Honestly I'm not sure I feel anything," Bonnie said sitting up in her bed wincing at the tug the bandage Elena had put over the wolf bite made against her skin.
"Well I do. I mean Bonnie it's a lot of pressure on everyone. Not to mention on you because I mean at first we thought you were going to be a mom. But now this. Not to mention the girls-."
"Noah and Jessamine," she corrected.
"Noah and Jessamine?"
"Yeah. I've been thinking about it for a while. I always liked the idea of having a name that was supposed to be a boy's name and slap it on a girl," she chuckled.
"Well I don't mean to be a downer but the pressure on Noah and Jessamine is going to be stupendous."
"Did you just say stupendous?"
"Bonnie, I'm fucking being serious here. Keeping the girls safe is going to be hard. And you-what about you? A permanent addiction to Damon's blood-."
"I don't want to be a bitch but is it the fact that I'm wanted dead or alive and so are my girls a top priority now as compared to us trying to keep Klaus from killing you. Or is the fact that I'm permanently tied to Damon really what's bothering you?"
Elena stilled. Swallowed. Opened her mouth to say something and then swallowed again. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"What are you talking about Bonnie?"
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about Elena. I know Damon loved you. Once. And I know he promised Stefan he'd keep you safe. But did it ever occur to you that he didn't make that promise for Stefan or for you. It could be that Damon made that promise because you were my best friend."
"Were," Elena whispered.
"Think about it Elena. I'm not stupid. I know there's a certain part of you that's jealous of me. And I couldn't and won't blame you for it. But since I have to trust you, I don't need this lingering doubt in my mind. Would you please just go ahead and admit it?"
"Bonnie, what are you talking about?"
"No offense Elena but ever since your parents died, even before your parents died, out of the three of us-me, you, and Caroline- you've had all the attention. And you've been okay with it up until now. Up until Caroline got turned into a vampire and isn't this insecure bitch anymore. Up until Damon realized he loved me. Just be honest, please," Bonnie sighed. Tired of holding in her doubts and suspicions.
It was a moment before Elena answered. She came down onto the bed, sat next to her best friend, "Yes. I guess a little part of me is jealous of it all. But I'm also worried about you too. Damon killed Jeremy-."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. You rejected him. But it wasn't about you then. It was about Katherine and it was about me. Katherine, the person he'd been in love with for over a century told him she'd never cared about him. I was gone, I was off with Dean. Not to be a bitch, but the only person left was you! It was never about you! He just didn't want to feel anymore. So he flipped the switch on his emotions off, Jeremy came in, and like a vampire-because you seem to forget that's what he is-he killed him. Thankfully, he was wearing that ring."
Bonnie rubbed her neck where the bandage was and took a deep breath before continuing, "Look Elena. I think you forget all of this sometimes. Me, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Tyler-we are not like you. We are not human. We think differently. We act differently. We feel differently. You wants us to be human but we're not and then you get ticked off because of it. We're all fighting not just to keep you alive but to keep everyone alive. This isn't just about you anymore. It's moved past the fact that you're Katherine's twin. This is about survival. And if everyone's going to stay alive you need to fucking grow up," Bonnie told her, trying to keep a level on her temper.
Downstairs Damon was taking a sip of some alcoholic beverage with a smirk on his face, That's my girl, he thought when he heard Bonnie and Elena's conversation upstairs. But then he looked over across the room where Dean was sitting and a sick feeling rose up in his gut. Dean's return wasn't something he had been anticipating. He remembered when Bonnie had first come home and had been sick and depressed and calmly told him she couldn't accept his advances. But then she changed. She loved him now. He knew it. But after a 150 years of life and all that he had seen, he knew it was possible to be in love with two different people at the same time for many different reasons.
"Gotta admit, you showing up here has certainly thrown the balance off things," Damon began in usual fashion-wanting to taunt the hunter.
"I'll bet," he whispered rubbing his neck.
"You know-."
"Damon," came Stefan's voice from the door, "thought I'd find you here. Shouldn't you be upstairs with Bonnie?" he asked leaning against the wood frame, arms crossed over his chest, brooding-as usual.
The older brother's eyes narrowed and he rolled his neck. Aw, c'mon. Can't I just have a little fun every once in a while?
"Well I would be but a minute ago she was giving your girlfriend a much needed lesson in maturity. Anyway-."
"Calm down," came a loud exasperated voice from the sitting room when a loud bang had reverberated through the house. It was the Shadowhunter and he smelled…wet dog. It couldn't be Jules. That only left one person Damon thought. He put his drink down and bumping into Dean sauntered into the room full of chaos. He sighed, getting his voice calm and coiling the tension in his body to prepared to act-if he had to. There had been two to many werewolves in his house now.
"My, my, my Tyler Lockwood," he drawled when he saw Tyler holding Caroline up against his body. And he was trembling. Not a good sign and apparently Caroline knew it too because she was being as still as possible.
"Is it true? Are you and Stefan vampires," Tyler asked, teeth grating his lower lip and sweat beginning to bead across his forehead. If he had to ask it meant that he couldn't smell them. So Damon could've lied but then he thought of Bonnie.
"I told you Stefan. We should've killed that bitch when we had the chance," he hissed, eyes turning, fangs elongating as he thought about Bonnie and the werewolf bite that could've killed her.
"Damon! Tyler," came a shout from upstairs.
Damn, Damon thought. She had that maternal voice under lock and key. She would be a damn good mother to his girls he thought quickly before turning his attention to the young and volatile werewolf in his house.
"Go back upstairs Bonnie," both Dean and Damon warned. They exchanged looks that both read fuck you.
"The hell I will. This is what got us into this mess in the first place! We should've told Tyler the truth. Like how Mason was sexing up this vampire bitch named Katherine. Who wanted to kill Elena-who's human just for the clarification," Bonnie said giving the young brunette a look that said don't speak, "By the way. Mason did threaten to kill Caroline by the way- totally unprovoked. And Mason's girlfriend was responsible for triggering your change. Granted he didn't trust her. I mean he might've been an awesome uncle but he wasn't a good person ."
"What the fuck are you talking about Bonnie?"
"Look I'm sorry Tyler. But this is so much bigger than you think. Mason's death-I'm sorry he had to die and I'm sorry you had to find out about it like this but sadly it had to be done. And deep down, I think he was okay with it," she said remembering the look on Mason's face when she had left the room. He had been resigned to his death.
"Oh really? How would you know Bonnie?"
"Because I was there. Because I'm a witch," and just to prove it she sent Tyler and Caroline across the room in opposite directions. She crossed her arms over her chest and started down the stairs, "Tyler I'm betting Jules told you that we killed Mason and that you need to join her side because there are other werewolves coming to town. What she neglected to tell you was that Mason was directly responsible for a lot of trouble that could've ended up with a lot of people dead. And that the only reason you changed into a werewolf anyway because there's a vampire who wants to sacrifice you, Caroline, Elena, and me. Jules doesn't care about avenging Mason. She just doesn't want to be the one laid out on the altar."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Think about it Ty. Caroline's been with you the entire way. If she wanted you dead, she wouldn't have helped you. She would've killed you before you had the chance to change. And once you didn't change she wouldn't have exposed herself as a vampire considering that you could kill her. We've been your friends your entire life Ty," Bonnie whispered in a maternal fashion as she leaned down next to Tyler who unmistakably had tears in his eyes, "are you going to trust some bitch who a couple of hours ago tried to kill me," she asked tossing her hair over one shoulder and peeling the bandage back to reveal the bite that was now healing on her neck.
There was silence in the room as Tyler reached up to touch the wound on Bonnie's neck. Damon stepped forward and he drew his fingers back. But then he looked up into the girl's warm brown eyes. There had been a change in Bonnie ever since she had returned to Mystic Falls. But in all his life Bonnie had never once lied to him. Tyler-both sides of him, the jerk he had been all his life and the sweet endearing guy no one except Caroline knew he could be-wiped his eyes and smiled up at Bonnie, "So what's the game plan?"
There was a collective sigh in the room. And even though she couldn't see her, she knew Caroline was staring intently at Tyler.
"First of all. I got something to ask you."
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel about being a godfather?"
