After Bonnie woke up again, Damon and Stefan took her to her room, which was given to them from the woman, who handed them a sheet of paper. She heard later that they had finished giving out who was who, and that most had ended up as servants, guards, or peasants.
She was glad to find out that Meredith was one of the peasants who was her friend, but Lisa was a guard and Joe-Anne was a servant. She still couldn't believe that there were five princes. That was way too many guys after her at once for her liking. She could handle two, but only to a point, and now she had five, possibly more because of her high ranking.
But after she got to were she could stand up on her own again, she wanted to go out to the gardens. For some reason she felt like that was a good place to be to just think. And with what was happening she wanted to think about a lot.
She slipped her shoes back on and started out, thankful that she had brought the book bag she thought she would need just in case. It had a few things to keep her sane; her diary that she needed to write in again since it had been a while, an extra brush and some ties, her CD player and a few CD's she liked. She'd die without some kind of music, and since she couldn't play much of anything well enough to entertain herself she wanted that kind of music.
And of course the doll she never told anyone, even Elena, about. Her grandmother made it and told her that whenever she needed someone that the doll could help her out. And she's always helped out before, from her depression after Elena had first died to her new crush on the sexy Italian who was Elena's brother-in-law to be.
She went out, and found her way back down stairs, after getting lost and finding the music room, ten bedrooms that belongs to various people, two closets full of brooms and a room full of pictures. From there she further lost herself in the Ball room, both living rooms, finally finding a way out through the kitchens hallway. All of this without once asking for help to the classmates she ran into.
Once there she realized she had gone out the wrong side, making it a longer walk to the garden then she expected. The pond looked peaceful enough, small circles forming from where someone sat by it throwing rocks, but she wanted the Garden and the beautiful flowers, so she started to make her way across the grounds to the gardens.
When she got there she walked all around it to begin to get her bearings, as to not get lost when she returned from it to her room for the night. She found that in the middle there was a little pond in the walls of the garden, which gave it that peacefully relaxed feel. She smiled as she sat on the dry grass next to the pond, under the only weeping willow near the miniature pond.
In comparison, this pond was only about one forth the size of the other one, but it was big enough for her to look across and feel hidden in, the walls of flowers around the garden hiding her just enough to not worry about others reading her diary while she wrote.
She pulled out the diary and started writing about all the events of the past few weeks. She turned back to see what she had last written about, and found that it was from the first time Damon had left her while kissing.
Dear Diary, Hey, it's me again. Sorry about not writing in so long, but so much has happened!
He's still here, I can't believe it either, but he just won't go away. And the more I think about how it felt for him to be holding me so protectively, the more I want to cry.
It was just after I found out that Caroline was dead, or rather, killed. Poor Meredith freaked out a little and tried to shake me to death, but I got her to calm down. Funny how I used to be the one who would be shaking someone, and now I'm talking them into calming down.
Anyway, Elena and Stefan had come over, from Meredith's call, when Damon came back in. I didn't have anything to say to them. They wouldn't listen to me in the first place, why would they want to help me now, and it's too late at that, Damon taught me everything I need to know to make it out of this life still sane. But someone was trying to get to me again, and I was so scared.
He used my body against me the last time and tried to make me kill Damon. And feeling his mind-wall go up around me felt like heaven, I know he felt it too. That's why he kept trying to calm me down, I know he wouldn't have done that for anyone else, not even Stefan or Elena.
But he ran off again. And this time I have decided that I won't let him get back inside my heart. This is the last time that he'll have the privilege of knowing that he's hurt me.
On to other things, this is my first entry from the Castle that we're staying at for Italian class. And I'ts so beautiful, I need to get a camera somehow and get a picture to keep in here. I am writing from the garden, and it's also very pretty. And so romantic. I can imagine having a candle light dinner under the stars here…
She trailed off as memories flooded to her again, only now they were so vivid not only in the images it put her into, but the feelings as well. So much so that she felt as though she could see, smell, hear, and feel everything going on.
The soft grass beneath the blanket her and her male companion were on, the dark night above them. The smell of the flowers mingling with the smell of the wonderful food her cook had made for them. The bird and crickets chirping off in the distance.
The dark haired boys hand intertwined with her own…
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"Oh, this is so nice of you, I've never had a candle light dinner under the stars." She whispered softly to the dark hair boy. And she saw him smile warmly at her, his eyes sparkling brighter and brighter. She felt so lost in them, like looking up in the sky and watching the stars for ever and ever. "Where ever did you get such an idea?" she asked him.
"I've always loved being out in the night, and because its part of my nature I wanted to share it with you. And since I'm supposed to be trying to win your affection, this sounded romantic enough." He said, his voice sounding like music to her. "And I thought that maybe we could talk a little…" he trailed off, looking only slightly embarressed, easily hiding it behind that mask of his, and very mischievous.
"Talk about what?" she asked, smiling at him.
He got up and leaned against the tree, so she got up and followed him, laying against his chest very unladylike for her maiden state, but let her lay against him so that they were comfortable. They were both full from the food, content to a point where she wanted to ask if he needed anything else to make him completely happy.
"Well, to start with why do you trust me so much, I mean, how can I say this." he spoke to himself. "If you know what I am, are you not afraid?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Well, honestly, I am afraid." she told him. "But you have brought me no harm yet, and you have even saved my life once today already, am I correct?" he chuckled softly.
"I was only doing what a proper prince should do." He said softly. "But you do not know me at all, and yet you seem to act as though you would follow me bare foot over hot coals. I just do not understand it." He told her.
"I do know a little about you." She said softer than before, feeling shy about telling him what she thought for fear that he would strike at her. "I do not know if it is accurate, but I believe it to be true." she said.
"Do tell." He said, looking down at her.
"I do not know how to phrase it." She said honestly. "But here I go. I do believe you to be one of the creatures that has hunted the innocent of the smaller villages here." She said, and watched as his eyes widened slightly.
"And why do you believe that?" He asked, looking a little upset. She wasn't sure if it was because she'd found out, or because of the knowledge she now held over him.
"Because you were so fast in catching the horse, and your muscles did not feel like those of the other men I was with, they moved almost from their own accord. Every move you made, all your muscles moved with you. Even if it were to blink an eye." She said softly, looking up into his eyes.
"You are a smart one." He said, gently stroking her hair. "But do you know why I attack the 'innocent'?" he asked softly.
"No, but I always thought that maybe they had crossed you in some way, or maybe you were just a killer at heart." She said softly, hoping that he wasn't a killer.
"Both are true, in a way." He said. "Most of the dead were men, right?" he asked, and she nodded. "I do not believe that a man should hurt his wife, or his children. I came from such a family, or so I was told. I know he regularly beat me. So when I found that some men were doing both, I figured that while they were out one night, I could have myself a snack." She looked up at him a little confused.
"A little snack?" she asked.
"I am a Vampire, my lady. I need the blood of others to survive. But I do have it down pretty well. If I find a donor in time, I can take only a little, and she will feel a little weak. But if I don't, then I tend to end up killing the poor thing I catch." He told her. Surprise in his eyes that she didn't back away from him, or cry out in fear of him. She felt he was lying a little, but she also felt it was to her benefit.
She smiled up at him. "So can I believe that Damien Smith isn't even your true name?" she asked, sitting up a little.
"No, my lady, its not. I have to change my name some times, to keep myself hidden. If others find out what I am, they will try to kill me. Though it is hard, they can do it quite easily if they get a proper chance at it."
"May I ask, what your real name is? Your name that your mother gave you at birth that is." She asked softly, looking deeply into his eyes.
She knew her eyes were bewitching him, she knew because she always did this to get her father to get her something that he refused to get her. And she wanted to know his real name, mainly so that she would know what her name would be changed too in time. But she also knew that she didn't even have to try to bewitch him, he was already in love with her, she could tell.
He leaned in, his lips barely inches from her own, they parted as he was going to say his name. "My real name is…"
Bonnie jumped when the water touched her. She looked all around the pond to find that Lisa had splashed her when she found her spaced out. Which made her mad because she was just about to find out who the dark haired boy was when she splashed her?
"Welcome back!" she said, giggling. "What were you thinking about?" she asked smiling sheepishly.
"Just about this dream I've been having lately." She said, only half lying. "It's really bothering me, and I can't figure out why I keep having them."
"Hmm, maybe you'll figure it out before you leave here." She said, smiling. "I can help if you need me too. You know I'm here for you." She said, hugging Bonnie. "Besides, you were really thinking hard about it, I've been here for five minutes trying to talk to you. And all you did was keep smiling and giggling." She laughed again, and Bonnie turned red. Did she really do that?
"Sorry." She said, and closed her diary. Getting up she looked across the pond and saw that Matt and Scott was coming towards her and Lisa. "Wonder what they're doing out here." She asked, half to herself, half to Lisa.
"Maybe they want to try to win your heart early!" she said, and cracked up again, going down on one knee to save her falling over. "This will be so much fun! I can't wait to see it!" she was still on her knees when Bonnie got up to leave. True, Bonnie wasn't a male magnet, but she was acting as if Bonnie were something boys ran from.
"Bonnie! Wait up!" Matt called, jogging to catch up to her.
"What's up?" she asked him when he caught up.
"I found out that Marcus was really Damon. Are you doing OK? He hasn't hurt you has he?" he asked, looking her over for any wounds.
She smiled wickedly at him, and saw his surprise. "No, I'm fine." She said smiling. "But he isn't a very good subject to be on. How are you taking this 'Prince Charming' role they gave you?" she asked, grinning when he turned pink.
"I honestly didn't think they would be crazy enough to volunteer me. But now that they have, maybe you and I could start off where we left off." He said softly, hope shinning in his eyes.
They'd only going out for a week when he'd left her-abruptly- for this new chic, what's her name? Something like Michelle. Of course Bonnie hadn't cared as much as she would have another time, she was stuck on why Damon was still in the woods that night. But still, it made her feel bad to think that even he didn't want her.
"That's OK, I'd rather swim nude with Damon watching." She answered him, walking off leaving him to stare at her. Just to show him what he'd given up, she swayed her hips just a little, putting a little bounce into her step. And then just to spook him, she said softly with her mind, 'Of course, you know Damon wouldn't mind watching. If I ever did something silly like that.'
She turned slightly to see his reaction, and with a smile saw his eyes nearly popping out of his head after her. She simply went back inside to her room to look around, since she hadn't done so yet, wanting time to herself that she wouldn't get now that they'd found her.
Going up to her room she found Stefan and Elena and talked to them for a minute. Asking them questions; why were they here, why did he volunteer to be a prince, why Elena wasn't worried about him running off with her. Of course that was a joke, and they laughed about it, except for Stefan who looked almost human from the blush in his cheeks.
"We're here because we couldn't find a place immediately, we came early so that no one would know that Elena was back. It was getting harder for her to stay inside." Stefan said, smiling. "And I volunteered because I thought it would be fun, besides, Elena knows that she is my only love. Going after you because of a game will just give her a reason to be jealous for a while." He said grinning evilly at Elena.
She pushed him with a giggle. "I'm not worried. You got your own Prince of Darkness after you anyway." She said smiling at Bonnie, or rather, behind Bonnie. She turned to see that Damon was standing behind her, his eyes glowing in the semi-darkness of the hallway. He'd probably recently fed, or else they wouldn't glow that way.
Bonnie, angry that he was still bothering her, turned and left the room without a good bye or a wave, and walked past Damon without looking at him once.
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