Captured In a Haze: Chapter 10 The Mistake
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A/N: Here's Chapter ten. Please leave me a review and tell me how I did on this one. This chapter is kind of..intense. But I have reasons for it. Thanks for everyone who's been reviewing so far and everyone's support :) Oh and finished writing chapter nine about a week ago so it's up. It didn't show that I had updated it so for some of you who didn't read that chapter go read it XD
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From the minute my eyes flew open I felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. I was still snuggled deep into Damon's arms. I was as safe as I could be. Pamela had even put up a protection spell around the house. But I felt as if something bad were going to happen. As if something was going to go wrong today. My face was fixed into a deep frown, me trying to wrap Damon's arms tighter around my mid section.
"Just thirty more minutes. Thirty more minutes of sleep then I'll ask you what's wrong." Damon's sleepy voice stated drowsily, him trying to obviously get some more shut eye.
"Something's wrong." I whispered, not able to stop myself from further waking the sleepy vampire. I heard the blue-eyed supernatural yawn, him snuggling more into my back.
"Can't this wrong just...can't it just wait?" The worry lines in my forehead got deeper, me probably doing a good job of imitaiding a brooding Stefan.
"No. It can't Damon.." I stated, even more worried than I was a couple of seconds ago. I heard Damon sigh from the back of me. Yes it was ten o' clock in the morning, but Damon loved to sleep in and I ruiened it for him. I felt him unravel himself from me, him sitting up to rest on the head board. I turned around, doing the same. I looked straight ahead, ignoring Damon's bed head of hair.
"Bonnie everything's going to be fi-" I interupted the vampire.
"No. I can feel it. It's not going to be fine." I faced him, him squinting his still sleepy eyes at me.
"And how do you know? You always make yourself think that something bad's going to happen." I looked in his oceanic eyes seriously.
"This is different. I can feel that something's going to happen. You feel it to." He didn't argue with this.
"I know. But whatever it is we're going to get through this." I gulped the bile that was rising in my throat.
"The feeling that you feel in your chest..the one where it feels like there's an empty hole filled with worry..what do you think it is?" He pulled me to him, me resting my head on his lap while he stroked my hair.
"I don't have one clue. But we can try to force out some answers." I instantly sat up, looking into his mischievous eyes.
"Damon don't you dare." I warned. His smile resembled the Grinch's after the green monster had stole Christmas presents. I looked around the room before whispering.
"Pamela will kick your butt and you know it. You can't force the answers out of her. She made that clear." His face instantly dropped.
"You want answers or not? Pamela's the only one around here who apparantly 'knows all.' So I suggest that we take the witch and slap the answers out or we're screwed."
"You know she won't tell us anything unless it's necissary."
"This is necissary or did you forget about feeling like there's a punched hole in your chest?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Whatever it is I'm sure we'll be safe. She wouldn't let anything happen to us Damon. She wouldn't let us get harmed." Damon threw the covers off of him, walking into the bathroom. I followed close behind, him plugging up the tub and turning on the hot water.
"I highly doubt that. That little brat apparently only cares about herself if she won't let the rest of us in on what's going to happen."
"I trust her." I stood my ground. The supernatural took a bottle, filling the tub with bubbles.
"Well I don't. She'll probably let one of us die for all we know. Or do you not remember your dream? '1993'." He empasized his point by spreading out his arms sarcastically.
"She said she'll only tell us things that she wants us to know." Damon stripped down, in the tub in less than a second.
"Do you want to find out what's going to happen today? Or do you want the bad feeling in your chest to get bigger? Because it's spreading like wild fire and it sucks." He had a point. All of his rambling made a point. Pamela only wanted us to know things that she wanted us to know. What about what we wanted to know? I took off my clothes, joining Damon in the tub.
"We can't get around her. Let's face it..she knows everything at every time of the day." The vampire switched my position to where my back was resting on his stomache. I felt him glide his hands down my arm slowly, his lips gently grazing my ear before he whispered.
"She doesn't know while she's sleeping." The vampire stated in a sing-song voice.
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My blue eyes were frightened, them darting from all over the front yard of the Salvatore residence. I stood there with the door cracked open. I was suppose to be getting the mail, but I was to afraid to do so. Sure there was a protection spell on the house, but if I even walked a foot away from the door someone could snatch me up. I took a gulp, trying to clear my throat.
"Caroline nothing's going to happen. Just go get the mail." I turned around, seeing a caramel witch dressed from head to toe in purple. Was it my imagination or was that girl addicted to purple?
"Are you sure nothing's going to happen? I don't want to take any chances." Pamela nodded her.
"I can tell the future remember. And bye the way I am addicted to the color purple. It's a highly spiritual color." I gave her a smile. Although the mind reading thing was rather annoying. Her bright smile instantly dropped, her putting on an apologetic face.
"Caroline I'm sorry. I won't read your mind again unless you want me to or in dire situations. I'm sorry." I shrugged my shoulders.
"It's okay. As long as you don't do it again I'm fine." Her face brightened up, the other Bennett witch nodding her head. I turned around, about to face my fear and go outside when I turned around.
"Oh and Pamela."
"Yeah?"
"Call me Care."
"Okay Care. And just so you know there's nothing to be afraid of. No one's going to stop by. Well no one bad anyway." I raised a brow.
"So someone's going to stop by? Are we expecting company?" I watched her put a piece of brown hair behind her ear.
"Caroline-I mean Care just trust me on this." With that Pamela walked away, me surprisingly loving her purple boots. I stomped that thought away, instead focusing my thoughts on going outside. I knew it seemed stupid, but with everything flying at all of our lives this fast I had to be cautious. But Pamela had said it was okay. That nothing was going to happen. I sucked in a deep breath, clenching the door before I made my first step. I let the breath out once I was outside, feeling the crisp air dance on my cheeks.
"Okay Caroline you can do this." I whispered to myself, continuing to walk to the mail box that stood close to the road. I had finally reached the mail box, a sigh of relief washing over my pale face. I opened the latch, sticking my hand inside and pulling out the contents that layed inside. I grasped the various white envelopes, closing the box back, turning around and gasping. I quickly took a step back, my heart beating out of my chest.
"I'm sorry did I scare you?" I put a hand on my chest, clutching the handful of mail to myself.
"No..no I'm fine. You just made my heart do a backflip." I stated, staring at none other than Simon Bertoli. His face showed little amusement, but mostly concern.
"Look I'm sorry. I can make it up to you by going on a date?" It seemed he asked this as a question. Why the heck didn't Pamela just tell me that Simon was stopping by? Did she have to make things complicated?
"Umm that sounds nice and all, but I have things to do. Busy, busy, busy." His face showed disappointment for a slight second before it vanished, him placing his hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders shrugging.
"Wait why are you here Simon?" I questioned, remembering that he appeared out of no where.
"I was just in the neighborhood." I slanted my eyes, now getting suspicious. Although I had no bad feelings about Simon, it seemed weird that he said he was 'just in the neighborhood.'
"That doesn't make sense Simon. How can you just be in the neighborhood?" He looked seriously at me for a second, a charming smile replacing his looks a second later.
"Honest. I decided to take a walk and ended up seeing you getting the mail." He then looked toward the Salvatore house. "Which this is a nice house bye the way." I graced him with a fake smile.
"Right. So while you were walking you decided to sneak up on me and give me a heart attack?" I playfully nudged him in the arm. He put his hands up in defense.
"I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to." He chuckled, his pearly whites gleaming. I laughed back, flipping my blond hair over my shoulder.
"Okay appology accepted. Just don't do it again. I get freaked out easily." I stated, jabbing his chest with the sharp corners of the envelopes I was holding. The wind began to blow, leaves falling from the trees above us. I looked up, a sum of leaves falling into our hair. I scurried to get the leaves out of my locks, Simon easily shaking his head and freeing himself from the leaves that were once resting on his nogan. I struggled to get any stray leaves that latched onto my blond strands, me trying to clear them away the best I could with one unoccupied hand that wasn't holding mail.
"Sorry this must seem silly." I stated, embarassment clearly in my voice. I heard him chuckle, him stepping up to me, picking the leaves out of my hair.
"Here just let me help and...done." He took the last green leaf, blowing it out of the palm of his hand.
"Oh gosh my hair must be-" Simon took a strand of my hair, placing it back in its natural order.
"Perfect." This was the awkward momment where he was close to my face. The awkward momment where he was staring deep into my eyes. I didn't look away, my eyes to focused on his blue ones. That's when he suddenly turned his face, trying to act as if he were looking at something across the street. He then took a couple steps back, coughing in the process.
"So do you know how Bonnie's doing?" I raised a brow.
"Bonnie?" Why did this kid want to know so much about Bonnie? I'm sure if Pamela knew Simon was a threat to us she would have told us...right?
"Yeah. and Elena. How are you gang doing?" I started fidgeting my fingers, tapping them lightly on the mail.
"They're all doing fine. Thanks for asking."
"That's good. I mean that's great." I nodded my head, this conversation starting to get uncomfortable.
"Umm so I'll see you around then." I stated, starting to turn my way toward the house.
"Sure okay." I turned around, trying to rush my way back into the safe little house that was the Salvatore's before he called out my name. I turned around swiftly, smiling all the while.
"Rein check on that date?" I sighed, not knowing if this was the wrong or right thing to do.
"Sure." I quickly walked into the house, shuting the door behind me and locking it. I put the mail to my chest.
"What the heck was that?" I whispered to myelf. Was I flirting? Scared? What?...I straightened back up, Damon swaying into the room.
"Finally you make yourself useful around here." I almost forgot what he was talking about before he snatched the mail out of my hands, him throwing whatever mail that was junk on the floor.
"For Stefan, for Stefan..for..Bonnie?" I was instanlty glacning over the vampire's shoulder, him holding a white envelope in his hand.
"To Bonnie? Who is it from?" Damon irritatedly looked over his shoulder at me, him returning his gaze back to the letter.
"I don't know..it doesn't say."
"Well open it." I licked my dry lips, wanting to find some gloss, but desperately wanting to know and not know what was in the envelope at the same time. It could be something bad like a sign. Damon slowly took his pale, slender hands, him ripping the letter open. He took the piece of paper out, throwing the envelope to the ground. His eyes scrolled over a bunch of words, my eyes following along. After reading it I scrunched my brows in confusion.
"Hey what are you guys reading?" Damon and I heads popped up from staring at the note, confusion written on both of our faces toward the green-eyed witch we called Bonnie.
"It's a note." I stated, some what scared to tell her that it was for her.
"A note? For who?" Damon slowly walked over to his girl friend, holding out his hand with the note in it.
"It's for you."
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My legs were tucked to my chest, me sitting in a chair by the window in our room. The letter was sprawled out on a near by desk, my eyes glancing over the piece of paper several times. It was confusing. The note didn't make sense. It kept talking about how I should be strong and not be afraid. Who would send such a thing? Who else knew about my situations and my life? I balled my hand into a fist, punching the chair that I was sitting it. I quickly pulled my hand to my lips, sucking on the tender flesh.
"Don't tell me you're hurting yourself over this." I turned my head around, Damon raising a brow whilst shaking out his hand.
"I'm not I'm just-"
"You're frustrated Bonnie we get it. Who isn't?" I shook my head back and fourth.
"How are we suppose to figure this all out?" I pleaded, not knowing any other choices. Damon walked over to me, a sly smirk plastered on his handsome features. He put a finger to my lips, shushing me all the while. He then dropped his face inches away from my lips.
"I'll tell you later." He then stole a kiss, his lips tenderly hugging mine. He then went over to the desk and picked up the letter, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it on the ground. I suddenly felt a sensation of magic. It wasn't anything big. It felt like a little prick. I shook the feeling off, knowing that it was probably nothing more than what I had to worry about now.
"Now what letter were you talking about?" I rolled my eyes.
"You're going to have to pick that up you know."
"Bonnie just relax." He took my hand, leading me to the bathroom.
"How am I supposed to relax? In the bathroom?" He picked me up, gently placing me in the tub, him plugging up the drain.
"Something tells me that you need a soothing bubble bath." His brows danced, his eyes trailing over my clothed body.
"Are you sure you've been not having sex for two months? I don't think you could handle it." He took my foot, leaning over the edge of the tub and pulling off my socks slowly, his eyes glazed over. He was in the tub in mere seconds, his hands sliding up my legs and to my zipper on my pants.
"I have will power honey." I bit my bottom lip.
"Really? Cause I don't think you do." I tested him, him unzipping my jeans and slidding them off. He glided his hands back up my legs slowly, him going for my shirt next. He unbottoned the first button, his blue eyes piercing mine with a lust-filled gaze before he continued unbuttoning buttons. He took my shirt off, throwing it outside the tub with my jeans. A suddenly pained filled my stomache, me wincing in the process. Damon snapped out of his phase in less than a second.
"Bonnie are you okay?" I gripped the side of the tub, sucking in a breath, the pain stopping.
"Yeah I'm fine. An upset stomache." He turned his eyes into slits, the features on his face showing me that he wasn't convienced.
"That didn't feel like an upset stomache to me." I gripped Damon's hand, giving it a quick squeeze.
"I'm fine. Really. The baby's fine, I'm fine. We're all fine." I could tell that he was still concerned, but he managed to drop the topic. I took off my bra and panties, Damon filling the tub with water and pouring in some bubble bath. He swished the water around, the suds of the bubbles calming me already.
"Okay so you just sit here and relax, while I give you a nice massage." He was by my shoulders in an instant, him kneading away on my skin. I sighed, sinking further into the water, trying to let my worries go. My eyes started to close, my conscienceness fading into a pool of relaxation. His hands seemed to get lighter and lighter, me hearing him whisper my name in a sudden panic. My eyes popped open, me jolting up, water splashing out of the tub.
"Damon? Damon!" I shouted, turning around to find an empty chair where he once was a couple of seconds ago.
"Damon? Damon?" I frantically called his name, turning every way possible to see if he were in the bathroom. A pain suddenly raptured my stomache, me wincing in pain. The door flew open, Stefan racing toward me.
"Bonnie what's wrong?" He stated in panic, placing a hand on my wet back. I gripped onto the tub, the cramps in my stomache becoming worse.
"I...I don't know.." I stated. My stomache was buring, a sensation that felt like bad menstral cramps, but twice as worse. Caroline, Elena, and Pamela ran into the room, Caroline and Elena calling my name, asking me what was wrong. I watched Stefan turn to Pamela, him pleading the other witch for some information. I yelped and whimpered a couple more times, looking down into the water to see it completely pink with red blotches here and there. A flow of tears trailed down my face.
"Pamela please!" Stefan yelled, his tone scaring me. Everyone looked at her, but her face stayed nonchalant as if nothing were happening.
"Oh my gosh what about the baby?" Caroline stated, a frighten look stapled to her face. I put a soapy hand over my mouth, crying in shock, more tears streaking my face.
"She's having a miscarriage." I cried into my hands, feeling a towel being wrapped around my body, Stefan pulling me out bridal style.
"Bonnie I'm so sorry." I heard Caroline sniffle, her obviously sadden by the news as well.
"Wait where's Damon?" Elena chirped in, everyone suddenly looking around the room. Tears gushed down my face, me looking up and remembering.
"I..I..I..I don't k-know." I stated, my eyes still trying to search the room. Stefan stood up, Caroline and Elena comforting me.
"Where's Damon?" Stefan's voice was deep, his face as serious as it would ever get. I watched Pamela advert her eyes to Stefan's and then mine, me pleading for answers. I watched her lick her lips before answering.
"He's in the shadows."
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I layed there in the hospital bed, my face streaked with tears as I stared out the window. I had convinced Caroline and Elena to let me be alone for a couple of hours, Pamela and Stefan as well. I didn't want to hear their cries, her Pamela say that she couldn't tell me that the worst possible things were going to happen today. My hand went slowly to my stomache. I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry again because I knew that there was no baby anymore. Damon and I were going to have a little girl, and now she was gone. And that was my other thought..Damon. I didn't have a clue what Pamela had meant. She said he was in the shadows.
The time that I had actually needed Damon the most and he had disappered out of site. Disappered to no where. I choked back some more tears, me biting my lip even harder. I continued to stare out of the window, the skies cloudy. Why did this all have to happen to me? Why couldn't I of had a normal life? I sniffled.
"Because you wouldn't of fallen in love." I looked up, Pamela sauntering her way into the room. Her wearing that darn purple again. I turned my gaze away from her, continuing to stare out of the window once more.
"Stop reading my mind." I stated instantly, my voice weak. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She may be my cousin, but why did she have to keep secrets? Why did she have to treat me like I wasn't a witch just like her?
"Bonnie I couldn't tell you." My hands balled up into fists angrily.
"You could have told me, but you didn't."
"And what if I wern't here? Then I couldn't have told you anyways." My eyes turned into slants, me continuing to stare into the cloudly skies. I wouldn't look at her.
"That's not the point. The point is that you were here when these incidents happened." I heard Pamela sigh.
"Exactly. The incidents happened, but I couldn't have stopped them. I couldn't have stopped a miscarraige." Tears threatened to pour, but I sucked them back in.
"You could have stopped Damon from leaving. I don't even know where he is."
"Damon's here. He's here with you. You'll see him again." My eyes finally met hers, her dark eyes shinging.
"Of course he's angry with me right now. He can still see and hear everything Bonnie."
"When? When is he coming back."
"Bonnie he's in the shadows. The only time you'll see him is at night." My perk instantly dropped.
"I thought you said he was in the shadows." She straightened up in her chair, her eyes still fixed on mine.
"He is. Any shadow. But the shadows in the day time arn't strong enough. It's at night when you'll be able to see him." I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"How long will this last? How did this happen? Who did this and why?" I watched the other bennett witch suck in a breath.
"All I can say is, it's for a reason. Bad or good, it's for a reason."
"I want real answers Pamela. How did this happen? You can tell me, or you. Can. Get. Out." I was angry now, furious even. She sat there with all of the answers, yet she was taunting me with them.
"The baby you know, it was a mistake." My eyes widened into saucers. I couldn't belive she had just said that.
"Our baby wasn't a mistake. Take. That. Back." The hospital lights started flickering on and off, Pamela sitting there with an amused smirk.
"Calm yourself. Or you're going to loose control." I calmed myself down, staring at the witch in anger.
"Bonnie you have to understand this. When you and Damon made this child you guys were under a trance. Remember you guys were evil. You were persuaded." I swallowed a lump in my throat, her talking starting to make sense. "It wasn't your guys' destiny to have this child." I watched her shrugg her shoulders. "The baby was a mistake. If you were meant to have this child, you wouldn't of had a miscarriage. You have to be in love, not under a trance to concieve and have a baby."
"But what about-" My eyes started watering again, tears falling down my cheeks. Pamela got out of her seat, sitting on the hospital bed with me while she gripped my hand.
"Bonnie, it's over now. The baby is..it's gone. The baby wasn't meant to be born." I squeezed her hand, more tears streaming down my face. "The symptoms you were having..they wern't normal. Even for a supernatural to have a supernatural kid..you shouldn't of had that many symptoms. Especially blood cravings." I bit my bottom lip hard, afraid that blood would come. More tears managed to stream down my face, Pamela taking tissue and dabbing them away.
"Bonnie it's going to be okay. This happened for a reason." I squeezed her hand some more, her bending down to hug me. I wrapped my hands around her neck, hugging her as much as I could, wishing that I had the one person here to comfort me. I wish I had Damon.
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I sat up straighter, tapping my nails on the counter top of the Grille, waiting for Simon. I fixed my purple hat, crossing my legs to where my purple stelletos dangled. I picked up my glass of water, watching the ice cubes float about. I had so much on my plate. Bonnie and Damon. They were my only focus. My only reason why I had come. Bonnie was my cousin, and it was my duty to help her. To help guide her and make sure she got through this journey safely.
I looked up, Simon already sitting opposite of me in the booth. I looked him in the eyes, a brow raised.
"You almost go caught today Simon." He sprawled himself out, his arms loosely laying on the boothe's cushioned seats.
"I know. I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault you know." I took a sip of my water, pushing it back. My eyes slanting.
"Why what happened? I told you to be there at a specific time, and you almost showed up late." I kept my eyes on the blue-eyed boy, him frowning.
"I got caught up in my magic." I squinted my eyes once more, my brows raising.
"Magic? Don't tell me you just used the M word." I watched Simon fold his arms.
"Use Pamela I was using magic. What are you going to do? Sew me?" I smacked my lips together, putting a finger to my chin.
"No..but I could strip your powers." I watched his brow twitch, him getting irritated. His face soon lit up with a small smirk, one similar to none other than Damon's.
"You know you can't do that. I have to keep an eye out for Bonnie and Damon." I scoffed.
"But you're not supposed to be practicing with out me being there." Simon snatched up my glass of water, taking a quick sip before sliding the glass back to me. I pushed the glass away, looking him seriously in the eye.
"Okay, okay. I just wanted to train a little."
"Well you're not suppose to when I'm not around got it?" His blue eyes rolled, him nodding his head. "Anyway thanks for doing business with me today."
"Don't mention it."
"I'm sure the spell will be in tact for atleast a month." Simon nodded his head, him picking at his nails. I slapped his hand, trying to make him focus on me. He pierced me in the eyes, my dark brown staring into a pool of blue.
"We're doing this for you. You want to live right?" I crossed my arms over my chest, my mood bumping up to being sassy.
"Yes." I smacked him lightly on the arm.
"And stop fooling around with Caroline." I raised a brow, him smirking right away.
"I kind of like her." My eyes turned into slits, my tone turning serious.
"You know why you can't like Caroline. You can like her as a friend, but nothing more. Got it?" I stared down the foolish boy, his smirk frowning slightly.
"I know the rules." I stood up, brushing imaginary wrinkles from my attire. I looked Simon square in the eye, making sure he understood. I then stated firmly.
"Good."
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