Dangerous Game
Damon made himself right at home with Bonnie. He sat down on the couch, lifting his feet up onto the coffee table.
Bonnie was in the kitchen on the phone, talking to Elena.
"I'm fine. Damon's with me. He's behaving for now. Lord knows when he'll go off the deep end again," said Bonnie, knowing that Damon was listening in to the conversation between the girls.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" asked Elena on the other line.
"I'm positive. Damon and I need to come to an even ground," said Bonnie.
"As long as you're sure and you're safe," said Elena.
"I'm positive," said Bonnie.
"I'll talk to you later," said Bonnie, then she hung up before Elena could say another word.
Bonnie needed to get things under order with Damon on her own turf.
Bonnie came into the living room and scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.
"What are you doing?" she asked Damon.
Damon cocked his head at her, showing off his sapphire blue eyes.
"Waiting for you," said Damon as he tapped his hand on the vacancy next to him on the couch.
"Sit," he said.
It wasn't a question. It was an order.
Bonnie stepped forward, shoving his feet down off the coffee table.
Damon looked at her cautiously, while Bonnie ignored him, sitting herself on the opposite side of the couch, far away from Damon as possible.
"It doesn't matter if I invited you in or not. My father did. SO from now on it doesn't matter what I do, you can come and go as you please right Damon?" asked Bonnie.
"That's right," said Damon as he stretched his arms out.
Bonnie looked at Damon, obviously mad at him for causing such damage to her both emotionally and physically.
"This can't happen Damon," said Bonnie.
"What can't happen?" asked Damon.
"Me and you," answered Bonnie.
"You actually think I have feelings for you?" asked Damon standing on his feet.
"Don't you remember what I said Bonnie? You're a plaything to me. You're nothing compared to me," said Damon.
"That's right," said Bonnie standing on her feet now.
"I'm nothing like you. I'm human. I'm alive," said Bonnie as she took his hand and put it over her heart.
"You feel that Damon? That's my heart. Unlike yours, it beats. I have feelings. You go through life thinking you are better than everyone else? Guess what Damon! You're not!" said Bonnie, and then she left the room, leaving Damon alone in the living room to think about what she said.
Bonnie went to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
She saw that her room was in ruins.
"Nothing new," said Bonnie.
When she went upstairs to change earlier and saw that her room had been ransacked and she knew who was responsible.
"Damon," seethed Bonnie.
She started picking up the pieces of her broken bedroom.
Most of the furnishing was destroyed, but with a little time, money, and maybe a little magic, she could make this arrangement work.
"This is all over a stupid mother fucking prank," said Bonnie as she got her room back in order after twenty minutes.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in Damon," said Bonnie. Damon tried to enter, but the door was locked.
"Bonnie would you please unlock the door?" asked Damon.
Usually in any other situation, Damon would have just kicked the door down. That morning, he was being caring towards Bonnie.
Bonnie got up from the bed, unlocked the door, and then returned to her position.
She closed her eyes as she sensed Damon approaching her.
He got on the bed with her, his hands playing with her hair.
"Why did you take my ring to begin with?" asked Damon.
Bonnie smiled to herself.
"It was a spur of the moment thing," said Bonnie.
"I didn't mean for everything to get so out of control. That was never my intention. I just wanted you to stay in for awhile. For what it's worth Damon, I'm sorry," said Bonnie.
Damon didn't say anything. The sun that was shining in was bothering Damon.
He got up to close the shade, but Bonnie swished her hand, closing the shades to block out the sun.
"We are both tired Damon. Stay here for awhile to catch up on some sleep. After all we've been through, if you were going to kill me you would have done it by now," said Bonnie before she yawned.
Damon just stared at Bonnie. How could she be so trusting of him right now? He had kidnapped her, tortured her, almost killed her more than two times, held her hostage, and now she was falling asleep in front of him, like nothing had ever happened.
Bonnie had her own faults. She had burned him, called him names, insulted him, and had stolen his ring. How could he trust her? Was this all another grand scheme for a master plan of hers? Or were the human and vampire starting to trust each other after all they had been through together?
Bonnie felt Damon lie down behind her. His abs were plastered on her back.
He put his arms around her until his hand and hers were joined together.
Damon wasn't asleep yet. He whispered to Bonnie's ear those words he never thought he'd utter.
"Apology accepted Bonnie," he said.
He kissed her gently on her cheek before he laid back down on the pillow. He closed his eyes and soon enough he was asleep too.
They stayed on the bed throughout the day.
The events of the previous night had worn them both out.
In all the events that had happened were confusing, adventurous, and life threatening.
At the door, Bonnie had indeed smiled. Her plan was to light Damon on fire, and let him burn in the everlasting pit of hell.
If she did go through with her plan, would Stefan be happy or devastated?
The two of them had lived over a hundred years.
Was Damon really worth an eternity of pain and suffering?
Or was Damon slowly but surely starting to turn over a new leaf?
Only time would tell.