Thank you for sticking with this and taking the time to send me your comments and questions. Things will definitely begin to grow a lot clearer. Also just a background, Damon and Eric have an understanding. You could almost call them friends, but it is a little of a love - hate relationship and they easily drift into the side of hate, especially if they're after the same PERSON, place, or thing. More on the turn with Tyler in the next update.
Inevitable Relapse
Bonnie found Damon's sexy and slumped frame in the chair beside her bed. A lock of black hair had fallen over into his eyes, shielding the crystal blue orbs from her vision. His chest rose and fell mimicking a living, breathing man. She'd found him like this before, perched in a chair, watching her as she slept, only to allow himself to be carried away by thoughts, dreams, and fantasies into a restful state that bordered on the shadow of death. And just like now there was a smirk present, one that told her he was awake and aware of her scrutiny.
"Blondie won't talk to me if I fake sleep."
She laughed. Yes Ginger was beyond annoying.
"When did Pam and Eric go to ground?"
Damon shrugged, creeping to the edge of the bed and placing a blood stained Kleenex in her lap.
She shook her head and threw her hands up in the air, "I'm tired."
He continued. "You can't keep going like this."
It had started years before, Katherine's re-emergence and the toll that the constant use of power took on Bonnie's body. She would recover, with weeks of rest and a ban on the use of magic, but each time she got closer and closer to her grandmother's fate; the final straw coming when Bonnie fell into a coma like state after she thwarted an attack from rival weres who had a gripe with Tyler and Mason.
Bonnie and Damon had discovered a trick during the first few months they spent together. It was an accident, really. A result of some kinky and frowned upon bedroom play had revealed to Bonnie, that with Damon's blood in her system she could go much further for a lot longer. It was their secret, an exchange of blood before the final climax and the witch was battle ready.
Then their relationship ended and she was back to square one.
"I hate Jeremy for telling you."
The younger Gilbert grew to be a trusted confidant and aide; unfortunately he tried a little too hard to get in the elder vamp's good graces and spilled the beans about her health after their break-up. She'd tried sipping from blood bags stolen from the morgue, but she quickly discovered that you had to be bonded to the vampire you drank from in order for the mystical healing to take place. Chalk it up to the wonderful Bennett genes.
"No you don't, someone finally had to stand up to you."
She rolled her eyes. The only hope for relief was changing the subject, "Where's Ty?"
He bristled under her words. "I don't give a fuck where the mangy beast is, Bonnie you're killing yourself. You need…"
"I'm not taking your blood again, that is out of the question." She stood, wobbling a little on her feet, hating that his arm was there to steady her, "You're in my head all the time. I can feel you in my veins, NO."
She hated the comfort that his presence in her subconscious provided. The fact that in her dreams they were happy, stronger despite the slip he made with his greatest object of lust. She loved him and that was something she could only face in the solitude of her mind behind the blackness of lowered lids. Admitting that fact right now, right here would prove that she couldn't move on and she was just as twisted and a little evil to even bring Tyler into the chaos created by what she shared with Damon.
It would be so easy to give in. She watched the vein throb in his neck and her body awakened. She knew what was happening – knew he could sense it – smell her. He moved closer, enticing her to make the inevitable decision. Instead she protected herself with an offensive strike directed at the vampire's temple.
Damon pushed through the pain and forced her down on the bed, "Listen you're not invincible – take the blood or let me turn you."
Bonnie saw the tears form at the corners of his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the overbearing presence of Eric. Damon's face contorted with the realization they were no longer alone.
"Did I interrupt an illicit moment – can I watch?" His deep laughed filled the room, "No this is a lover's spat?"
Damon stood and squared his shoulders, challenging the vampire's infringement on his territory, "Just trying to convince this stubborn…"
Bonnie screamed through clenched teeth, "Say one more word and I swear I will light your ass on fire and watch you burn like you're walking in the sun without your precious ring."
Eric retrieved the tissue that started the former couple's disagreement. He quietly perused it before motioning for Damon to return to the chair beside the bed. He positioned himself before the witch and in spite of her desire to remain obstinate she couldn't help but met his concerned gaze.
"Too much Sol in you."
The vampire spoke of her father with such reverence. It warmed her; she wanted to ask him more, about the man her father was before the heart break and responsibility of parenthood. Was he a powerful warlock in the days prior to renouncing his gift?
Bonnie watched as Eric spoke over his shoulder to Damon. His accent pure perfection and totally decadent as he spoke in what she presumed to be the younger vampire's native tongue. He was unsatisfied with the response he received.
Eric turned his attention back to Bonnie, "Little one – listen."
She was entranced by his words; the gentleness in his touch as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"There is much you need to know, Damon will tell you, but the fact remains, that without the blood, you will not survive."
Her eyes drifted to where Damon sat on the edge of his seat.
"However, Damon's blood will never do."
Bonnie's attention returned to Eric.
"You will take mine."
Damon responded to the declaration by lunging across the room, only to meet Eric's vice like grip and bared fangs.
"Contain your emotions ingrate. You are a mere infant in comparison to my years, drinking your blood is like sipping on water."
Damon's eyes flitted between Bonnie and Eric. For the first time she saw helplessness in those bright beautiful pools of blue. With little effort the Viking vampire threw the younger, emotionally charged underling into the wall.
Bonnie quickly lined up her defense in an attempt to circumvent any of Eric's latent desires.
"It won't work, I'm…" She paused not ready to state the truth everyone in the room had already known, "I'm bonded to Damon not you."
Eric massive frame caused the bed to sink as he hovered above her, dropping one knee and then another to the mattress; the close proximity of his body, created unwelcomed and surprising sensations within her.
"Are you sure about that?"
His voice dropped an octave as his breath breezed across her skin. She shivered, her fingers threading through the closely cropped blonde hair that covered his head. She could smell spices and incense surrounding her. She could feel him, moving inside of her, learning her body, and taking it for his own.
They weren't her memories.
Fangs grazed her skin as her body buckled under the weight of the need he created within her.
"There's more Ebe than Sol in you." The words tickled the ear nipped and tugged at while he licked the small trickle of the blood that had begun to run.
All of this, the recollections, the ghosts of moments past, was from a time when he'd been more than a friend to her mother. She must have been one hell of a woman.
Bonnie locked eyes with Eric, "The name is Bonnie and there's only one vampire..."
The remainder of her statement was silent but she was sure the aggressor understood.
Eric's lips twisted into a smirk, He doesn't deserve you.
The response resonated inside of her mind.
I know but you can't fight fate.
Eric stood, straightening his clothes and helping Damon up from the floor. He returned to actually speaking instead of conversing in looks and mental whispers, "Your mother made sure you were tied to me, the blood exchange will work, even we forego the sensual pleasure of it all, for now." He winked before disappearing from the room.
Bonnie and Damon found themselves alone again.
"Damon, is there something you need to tell me?"
The vampire took both her hands in his before bringing her palms to his mouth and kissing them gently.
"I could ask you the same thing."