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A/N/Warning: This story has my favorite pairing Bonnie and Damon. It is completely Author's Universe, so this story not necessarily follow the book's story line. Since I'm not L.J. Smith the characters are totally OOC. I did try, though. So please bear with me a little.
I forgot. I post it without a beta check. Sorry for the mistakes and horrors.
Mirages of Love - Chapter 10
"To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life."
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia
"I am a cage, in search of a bird." ― Franz Kafka
"I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me."
― Hermann Hesse, Demian
Damon wanted to kill something. He wanted to let loose his inner beast and be his true self. The monster who kills for nourishment. After his brother sermon he flew away. He wasn't ready to go to Elena. No in his actual state. He felt like he was about to explode. He didn't do that he always had control of everything.
He looked at the patrons in the seedy bar. A filthy joint away from his brother or any of his girls. The hunger needed to be placated and his anger needed to be quenched.
The dim light created shadows where he could sense hidden creatures lurking in them. He was not the only one in there. He sniffed a little. A drunk werewolf, a haggard witch, baby vamp drinking desperately. Yes, this was the right place to be.
The stench of sickness and drunkenness permeated all the bar. He was lucky. Vampires didn't get sick and he was sure these tortured souls will thank him. Yes, thank him because one of these lucky bastards will be his dinner and the poor soul will be set free.
He ordered bourbon. The old bartender handed it to him. Damon dropped a bill and requested the old human the bottle.
Drink after drink his mind drifted to the events of this night. The delicious blood of his Little Bird. The annoying words of his brother. And the unnerving truth in his brother's words. How much he wanted to snap Stefan's neck tonight? He wanted to shut him up. The vile and burning truth of Stefan's words kept going on and on in his mind.
Hours after his soul meshed with his Red Bird he still could feel the hollow she left in him. His entire being was crying to come back to her. The agonizing part of this was he didn't expect it. He had meshed with Elena's soul and mind before. He had discovered how intriguing and wonderful Elena's mind was. He felt right to let loose and entwined his mind withe her mind. He felt the possibilities for everything including happiness. Damon, was right Elena was and is his Princess of Darkness.
Then, everything got complicated. Why did Red Bird's soul called to him? It was a powerful call. A call he was dreading to answer again. This call can actually change everything. Did he wanted to change everything? Did he wanted to answer that call? Did he deserved her?
His Little Bird had suffered because of him too much. He was the culprit. His mind drifted again to memories he did no longer want to have.
The wolf boy was the bearer of the news. His beloved, my Red Bird, was missing. It was ironic, that morning Elena told me she was happy because we had some peaceful weeks. No rogue vampires, no werewolves, no crazy witches or warlords. No foreign creatures or deities. Whatever they wanted to be called. Stefan and I had a tense calm between us.
Our goal was to make Elena happy. She was with me at the moment. She wanted to give us a chance, but she didn't want my brother gone. To my chagrin that was her wish and as the fools we were, we conceded that to her.
Scary Meredith was with Alaric. Red Bird was with her wolf boy. Mutt... I didn't care where he was. My Princess was happy and still I somehow couldn't relax. It was peaceful, all right, but it was like the tense calm before the storm.
The frantic call came near noon. The wolf boy called Elena and by the myriad of emotions reflected on her face we instantly knew something was wrong. Stefan gave me a worried glanced. I perk up and paid attention to Elena's words and the faint sound of wolf boy's voice through the phone.
Dread came from nowhere. I didn't know why I felt that. I just knew I had to save her, again.
"Bonnie's gone. Zander lost her in the woods. They have some disagreement and he stormed off. When he returned he couldn't find her. He followed her scent. But, he lost her in Arizona."
We all knew what that meant.
Elena called Meredith and told her the news and her plan A. Arizona was our destination.
We fought several times during the journey. I wanted to go faster, but the humans thought they needed some sort of reassurance. They wanted to know if their friend was in fact in Arizona or if their fears were right. We visited an old acquaintance of mine. The old witch confirmed what I already knew. Red Bird was in fact in the Dark Dimension.
The girls became our slaves again. This time with two masters. Stefan was with us and during the journey to Arizona and the short trip to Lady Ulma's. Elena convinced him to have some of her blood. According to Elena, Stefan needed to be in his greatest shape. I agreed with that, what I didn't like the fact of Stefan drinking my Princess' blood.
I let out a short chuckle. Maybe that time was the beginning of our drifting apart. Yes, I think that was. Elena and I had more discussions than ever. Something was bothering me and I didn't recognize it. It was worry. I was worrying for my Red Bird's life.
I finished my drink and pour another one. I finished the bottle. I called the old bartender and paid for another bottle of bourbon. He looked me weird. Soon I'll have to compel him. I don't get drunk and I wasn't in the mood to explain things.
"Hi gorgeous!"
I glanced at the female. She was human her heartbeat told me that much. Her poor perfume was hideous and the scent of her previous male was on her. I wondered if she was a professional or simply stupid. Her pale skin didn't help her. Her blond hair was fake, her dark roots betrayed her. Red lips, smoky eyes and alcohol breath. Her blood would not taste good, but it was her or the drunken guy at the end of the bar.
"Care to share."
"Yes"
Her fake smile disappeared and I in a second grabbed her. For the other patrons would seem I wanted to kiss her. The truth was I compelled her to shut her mouth, to finish her drink and wait for my next command. I wanted to finish my second bottle with some sort of peace. I did still have a decision to make.
Lady Ulma gave us the trending gossip. She told us about the new product on the streets. Vampires were addicted, hooked with it. She talked about the crazy vampire princess who had and absurd amount of exclusive balls.
She sent a servant girl to buy some of this product. It was Black Magic Wine. I wondered what was so special if it's still the same old wine? The servant girls explained us what the seller told her. This wine was exclusively for vampires. No humans or any other creäture could drink it.
I saw how Elena didn't let Stefan drink it. According to her he was still weak. With anger running through my body I grabbed the damned bottle and drank from it. The well-known taste of the wine was the first thing I'd noticed, then in a second a physic explosion surge from nowhere. I knew it was the wine. The wine had something new in it and it was powerful. I liked it.
The images ran so fast that I almost stumble. I faintly heard Elena saying my name. I had the strange sensation I knew this power, but yet I couldn't place it. I sat down to process what I saw.
I glanced at the servant.
"You girl, I want you to drink it."
"Damon, no. It's only for vampires."
"Elena.."
"Damon." Stefan the hero, had to intervene. Maybe this time he was right to do it. He stopped and argument between my Princess and I.
"Stop it, brother. I'm her master and I'm ordering her to drink it."
The trembling girl came to me and reluctantly took a sip. She didn't react.
"Well..."
"Master, it tastes like wine."
"Do you feel something?"
"No, master."
"Leave us."
"Why?"
I turned to see my Princess. She was equally perplexed like my brother. Probably I was acting like a madman. Well a crazy vampire.
"I think the wine is mixed with blood. A powerful blood."
I grabbed the bottle and offered to my brother.
"Drink it brother. It will make you stronger."
I didn't want him to drink from my Princess again. I couldn't stand it. Besides I wanted to see Stefan's reaction to the powerful drink. Elena didn't say anything as she watched my brother drink. He opened his eyes wide full with surprise.
"Well, Brother..."
"I know this taste, Damon. I drank it before. She helped me alongside Meredith and Matt. They kept me alive."
A gasp came out from Elena.
"It can't be. No!"
"Brother if you don't start talking I will personally make sure..."
"Damon it's Bonnie's blood."
He stunned me into silence.
"I drank Bonnie's blood after my rescue from the Shi no Shi."
I still had half of my second bottle. My fangs were already fighting to get out. I glanced at the human beside me.
"Sweetheart look at me." She did it.
"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself, especially here." I touched her neck. "After you finish return to me."
I watched my dinner, go and do what I had ordered her to do. She will taste bitter...
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