AN: Hey! I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post this, I actually had this ch done for a while but have been too busy to proof read. Thankyou so much for all of the reviews/faves/alerts. You guys are awesome and I appreciate your support for this as well as all of my stories. So just a heads up this ch is super long(4k+), pretty bloody, and full of action and angst. Also be sure to check the ending AN where I will be talking about my contest and more:).
Warning: Character's may be OOC, and this is an AU fic, meaning it doesn't quite fit in with the story the books tell. There may be mistakes (since I have been having to writing on my phone) so I apologize for them in advance.
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When Meredith pulled into Bonnie's neighborhood she was filled with the hope that at least one of the neighbors would be able to give any bit of useful information.
This hope however began to whither as one by one she was told that they hadn't had seen anything unusual.
She had one last hope however and that was to ask Mary herself if she had noticed anything strange about the break in.
It was this last glimmer of hope that prompted her to knock on the front door of the McCullough residence.
The door swung open revealing Mrs. McCullough who had aged significantly in the two short years that Bonnie had gone missing.
The strawberry colored hair that she had passed on to her daughter was streaked in grey and the petite woman seemed even smaller than Meredith had remembered.
"Hello Meredith, what a pleasant surprise. Would you like to come in?"
Meredith gave the woman a polite smile.
"Thank you Mrs. McCullough." she said as she stepped into the house.
She hadn't been in Bonnie's house since before Christian had taken her from them, and it was almost surreal to be there now.
She felt a twinge of guilt seeing Bonnie's mom so broken and she couldn't tell her that she had seen her daughter just recently.
"What brings you by Meredith? Can I get you anything?"
"No thank you. Matt said that someone broke into Bonnie's room? Did they take anything?"
At the mention of Bonnie's name Mrs. McCullough's face crumpled.
"I haven't been able to go in that room lately. It's been too painful. If you go to the hospital, Mary should be on break soon. She would know better than anyone if anything was missing."
"Thanks Mrs. McCullough." the woman gave her a hug, and she set off bound for the hospital.
She could only hope that she could find out what she needed in time.
The gloom of the day and the chill in the air seemed almost ominous.
It was dusk and the day passed without incident.
Damon began to question whether they really had anything to worry about at all.
He looked over at Bonnie who was staring out at the fading sun, the brilliant colors of the painted sky shone in her hair making her crimson locks look as if they were glowing.
He walked up to her gazing out the window in silence.
Dark clouds seemed to be rolling in from the east, and usually he loved this type of weather, but tonight it just all seemed wrong.
He knew Bonnie sensed it too, as she silently stared out into the approaching night.
Suddenly she turned to him, her brown eyes were pleading.
"Damon, I need you to promise me something."
"Anything." he answered as he pulled her into his arms.
"Promise me, that you will always remember that I love you."
This took him by surprise, he held her at arm's length and looked at her intently, his onyx eyes filled with question.
"Why are you talking as if-"
She interrupted him.
"Just promise me."
"Okay, I promise."
Before either of them had the chance to say another word a loud guttural howl echoed through the night.
It didn't sound quite animal yet it wasn't quite human either; almost as if it was a cross between the two.
Bonnie and Damon looked at each other with wide eyes and simultaneously said "They found me."
This caused them to both look at each other in question.
"I picked a fight with their leader a while back." Damon answered.
"I killed their leader and delivered them his head." she smirked.
"Yeah, you win." he said.
From the sounds of foot prints, or rather paw prints in this case, they knew that the cabin was surrounded making escape impossible.
They would have to stay and fight, and only hope that though they would surely be out numbered, that the fight would be in their favor.
The sound of shattering glass came from one of the rooms at the back, followed by a low growl.
They knew that they were no longer alone in the small cabin and that it would soon be crawling with werewolves.
"Hi Mary, sorry to bug you on your break." Meredith said as she approached Bonnie's sister.
"Oh it's no problem, what can I do for you?"
Meredith heaved a sigh.
"Well you called Matt the other day; he said someone broke into Bonnie's bedroom?"
Like their mother, Bonnie's sister seemed to age at the mention of Bonnie's name.
"Yes. I just don't understand why someone would do that."
Meredith placed a comforting hand on Mary's shoulder.
She needed answers and fast.
Enough time had already been wasted as it was, and night had fallen illuminating the earth with a big round moon.
"Did you notice anything strange? Was anything missing?" Meredith asked.
Mary looked at Meredith Then, before answering hesitantly.
"Yes, well the only thing missing was her hairbrush, and that was strange in itself. Why?"
Meredith stood up hastily.
"I have to go. No time to explain."
As soon as she was out of hearing distance she pulled out her phone and dialed Damon's number.
"You and Bonnie have to get out of there now."
She heard the sound of breaking glass in the background before Damon answered.
"Too late."
"I'm on my way right now."
The line went dead and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.
She quickly got into her car, silently praying that when she got there she wouldn't be too late.
Damon snapped his phone shut and looked over to Bonnie who had dropped into a crouch looking about the cabin wildly her fangs extended.
In seconds things swiftly happened.
The remainder of the windows had been shattered leaving shards of glass to liter the wooden floor.
Damon grabbed a large piece and dropped into a crouch next to Bonnie.
The first of the wolves approached from behind his long claws scraping the floor loudly.
Bonnie turned to face him and the sight was sickening.
He was only half phased, standing upright his back hunched over in an odd angle.
His face was elongated, more a snout than a face really, revealing several sharp teeth, thick strings of saliva dangled from his mouth as he barked a sort of laugh; slowly preparing to pounce on her.
When he sprung forward though she was ready; she side stepped his attack and grabbed him mid flight effectively snapping his spine as she slammed him into the wall.
He slid down limply revealing a huge dent of splintered wood where his body had made contact with the wall.
Slowly his body transformed from a beast into a man.
Damon was tearing at the throat of another wolf with the glass shard, blood running down his arms.
There was no question who was winning that battle so she turned to face the next wolf only to find that two more of the half fazed beasts were coming at her.
One lunged and she caught him by the throat leaving her wide open for the other one to attack.
Just as the other one lunged he was tackled from the side by a fully transitioned wolf with reddish fur.
Though this took her by surprise there was no time to waste pondering it as more wolves made their way into the crowded cabin.
She ripped the out the throat of the wolf-man that she held and leapt at another that was trying to get Damon from the back.
She swiftly broke his neck and like the first he transformed back into an ordinary man.
A wolf larger than the others entered and he slowly stalked towards her, the skin around his mouth pulled back to reveal his blackened gums and razor sharp teeth.
The red wolf that had saved her earlier jumped in front of her protectively.
The large wolf seemed to growl in frustration at this and before their eyes he transformed into one of the ugly half fazed beasts.
His muscles pulsed as if there was something in them trying to break free of his skin.
His bones snapped and crackled loudly as they repositioned themselves, so that he could stand upright.
His fingers grew longer and became knobby, twisted claws as the nails thickened and became sharp.
When he spoke it sounded like a growl and Bonnie had to strain her ears to understand him.
"Get out of the way pup, I'll kill you and your mate if you don't."
The red wolf snarled and growled in response not moving an inch.
"Have it your way Tyler, it's your funeral." the beast growled.
Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise.
What was Tyler Smallwood doing here?
She had assumed that he would never return to fells church after he had left them in the clearing all those years ago.
Tyler lunged at the large wolf successfully latching on to its throat.
The large wolf however was much stronger than him and he only laughed at Tyler's feeble attempt to bring him down.
He plucked Tyler easily off of him, tossing him to the side as if he were just a flea that had annoyed him.
Tyler hit the wall with a thud and he whimpered in pain as he tried to get back to a standing position only to fall back down, his four paws splaying out in all directions.
The large wolf turned his attention back to Bonnie then; giving her what she only could guess was supposed to be a chilling smile.
His beast like features made it impossible to tell.
She backed up as he slowly stalked toward her, his yellow eyes glowing almost cat like whenever a shadow crossed his face.
He grabbed her by the throat, his large hand wrapped around her slender neck so hard that she felt his claw like nails dig into the back of her neck.
His twisted mouth was merely inches away from her face as he glared heatedly into her eyes.
She watched in disgust as the sticky strings of saliva that dangled from his mouth fell to the ground with a sickeningly loud splat.
His breath was putrid and smelled of what she only could imagine was the rotted flesh of his latest meal.
He growled low in his throat and snapped his jaws tauntingly right near her face.
She closed her eyes tightly as he prepared to strike and waited for the moment she would feel his large canines rip into her flesh, but it never came.
Instead she heard the sound of shattering glass and though her eyes had been closed she knew that the room had dimmed significantly.
She opened her eyes just as the pressure was released from her throat and saw Damon holding what remained of the lamp he had used to knock out her attacker.
There was no time to thank him for saving her though, because things became more hectic as the remaining wolves leapt at them left and right.
Side by side they fought them off, snapping the necks and other various bones of the advancing wolves.
Blood covered them as well as the walls and floor of the cabin as they viciously ripped into the necks of their attackers.
And just as fast as the attack started it was over when Damon killed the last of them.
They looked at each other both out of breath and covered in gore.
Damon pulled Bonnie into his arms and presses his lips to hers feverishly and she returned the kiss.
It was out if pure relief that they had managed to survive this attack and they needed the contact with each other.
It didn't matter that they were surrounded by the bodies of their fallen enemies, or that their hands, clothes, and lips were stained with blood, in that moment there was only them seeking comfort in each other.
Letting each other know how much love they felt for the other.
Damon pulled back and they were even more breathless, he smiled his brilliant smile at Bonnie, until he saw her eyes widen in surprise.
Before he had time to ask her what was the matter she had turned them so that now her back was where his once was, and he saw what had her surprised for himself.
In their relief they had forgotten that he had only knocked out the largest of the pack of wolves, who now stood behind Bonnie and plunged a thick piece of wood into her back laughing in his Wolf like manner as he twisted it in deeper.
She gasped a the pain surged within her, rearing its ugly head so intensely that it had rendered her immobile, and blackness began to cloud over her vision.
Damon watched in horror for a second as Bonnie's features twisted in agony before relaxing into a smooth mask of death.
Her limp form began to fall and he caught her and laid her gently on the ground before facing her attacker.
His sight was tinged in red as he stared at her beast with a deadly glint in his eye.
In seconds his mind had imagined a thousand grotesque ways to make the beast pay for hurting his love, each one more unpleasant than the first.
He growled and leapt onto the beast tearing at him with his teeth until there was nothing left to recognize as having once been a beast or man.
When he was done, he turned back to his love and pulled the wood from her back.
He cradled her in his arms shaking her slightly and though part of him knew it was in vain and that she was gone, his stubborn mind refused to let him believe so.
"Come on little bird. Open up those beautiful eyes for me. You can't leave me! You just can't! I just got you back, now wake up!" he had started out in just a whisper and ended up shouting this, as he shook her
harder.
Her head only rolled limply as he shook her, no matter how much he pleaded she didn't wake up.
He sent a strong surge of power into her lifeless form, willing her to come back to him.
Power so strong that it could kill an entire population, if that was he intended it to do.
When it didn't work he sent another and then another.
It was draining but his strong determination and relentlessness kept him going.
He was so concentrated on trying to wake her that he almost didn't feel the sympathetic hand that had gripped his shoulder.
"She's gone man. I'm sorry."
Damon shrugged Tyler's hand off as if it would bite him, and continued calling out to her, his voice choked up and his throat burning not in thirst but with emotion.
Tears slid down his face and fell onto her face, turning into pink streaks as they mingled with the drying blood.
"Oh my god!" a gasp sounded from the doorway of the cabin.
He ignored it clutching Bonnie's small body to him tightly, as if he were afraid to let her go.
Meredith knelt down beside him, she stared down at her fallen friend and tears welled up into her own eyes.
Her cool and collected mask crumbled and fell to pieces.
Yes she, had almost staked Bonnie herself only days earlier, but in her heart of hearts she knew that even if Damon hadn't had stopped her she would have never really been able to bring herself to actually do it; And
now... And now Bonnie was truly and irrevocably gone.
She shook as she wept, and for her, who never cried it was as if a great dam had burst within her, every bottled up emotion flooded out of her and she felt as if she were deflating.
She felt weak and vulnerable at that moment and she knew by just a glance at Damon that he felt the same.
They sat there and cried for their lost friend, and for Damon his one true love for what seemed like hours, and didn't even notice when Tyler had left them to grieve.
Finally Meredith touched Damon's shoulder softly, hesitantly; and when she spoke her throat felt as if she had swallowed a thousand tiny shards of glass.
"We should put her on the bed, and clean this mess up."
He nodded but still held into Bonnie firmly.
"Yes, she won't like to wake up to a huge mess like this." he whispered trancelike.
Meredith looked at him to find that he seemed to be staring at a wall, or rather through it.
He was delirious in his grief and in denial.
She knew it would be dangerous to try to correct him in this state so she just let him silently pick Bonnie up and lay her in the bed.
She watched as he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead as if just putting her to bed.
Seeing Damon in this state made her want to cry even more, because he was normally so tough and cold even.
She quietly slipped out and dialed Stefan's number.
She knew that she would need help with Damon and that if anyone knew what to do it would be his brother who had known Damon far longer than any of them.
Luckily Stefan answered almost immediately.
"Hello?"
"Hey Stefan, I-" she paused her voice cracking.
"What's wrong Meredith?" Stefan asked in alarm.
What wasn't wrong?
How do you tell someone that their friend is dead and that their brother is a broken mess?
"Do you want me to get Elena for you?" he asked when she hadn't answered his first question.
"No. I need your help." she answered hastily.
"What's wrong are you okay?" he asked.
"No, and Damon isn't either. I need your help with him, he's- Oh God and Bonnie she's-" she couldn't get the words out.
It was as if saying them would make this even more real.
"Where are you? I will be right over."
She choked out the directions quickly and hung up the phone.
She let her body slide down against the side of the cabin, shaking with a new round of sobs that she couldn't contain if her life depended on it.
She needed a minute to herself, to grieve in privacy, a minute away from the broken vampire who was inside with her friends' body.
Seeing him in this state was almost scarier than any evil thing they had ever faced.
After a moment she walked back into the dimly lit cabin, only to find that Damon had brought a chair next to the bed that Bonnie was in and that he was holding her still hand and stroking her hair whispering things
that she would never hear.
Slowly she approached the dark vampire and got his attention.
"We need to find a shovel, and dig some graves for these bodies."
He nodded his head in agreement, swiftly leaving a kiss on Bonnie's forehead before standing up and going with her to find some shovels.
Fortunately there was a shed in the back that happened to have a few shovels, so they began to dig a huge pit in the ground.
This is the scene that Stefan stumbled upon when he pulled up to the cabin, unfortunately he didn't come alone.
In the car with him were Matt and Elena.
They got out and Stefan rushed over to Meredith.
She shot him a weary look before stepping a safe distance away from Damon.
"What's going on? I thought there was an emergency." he asked once she stopped.
"You brought them?" she asked her own question.
"Well yes I thought that we might need to fight something." he answered.
She sighed tiredly.
"Stefan its-"
Before she could finish her sentence they heard a blood curtailing scream coming from inside the cabin.
The scream was followed by shouting, and Meredith looked to the spot where she had left Damon digging only to find that he was no longer there.
She and Stefan shared a look before racing into the small cabin themselves.
"Stop screaming, Bonnie needs her rest." Damon reprimanded Elena.
Matt was seated on the chair that Damon had pulled to the bed, his head in his hands.
Stefan looked wildly about the room trying to process the whole thing, from the blood covered walls and the torn bodies that littered the floor, and finally Bonnie's pale still form tucked neatly into bed as if she were sleeping; but he knew better.
He knew she was gone as soon as he laid eyes on her; the problem was that Damon didn't seem to, or didn't want to.
He knew why Meredith had called him then.
Meredith touched his arm gently to get his attention.
"I'll take Elena and Matt home."
He nodded in agreement.
"I think that would be best." he answered solemnly.
Meredith gathered a sobbing Elena into her arms and led her towards the door.
"Come on Matt." she said as she exited the cabin.
Matt got up, and silently followed her, his eyes were red and watery.
Once the humans had left Stefan turned to his brother, and found him sitting next to Bonnie.
"Damon?"
No answer.
"Damon, I need your help to get these bodies out of here." he tried again.
Damon looked up at him then, suddenly his brother looked his age, a five hundred year old vampire.
"Okay. But we have to hurry because I don't want Bonnie to wake up alone."
Stefan just didn't have the heart to argue with him right then.
So he agreed and together they carried the wolves' bodies out one by one until they had gotten everyone of them out.
They buried them, and went back into the cabin where Damon occupied his chair once more.
It was heartbreaking to see his brother in this condition, and he needed to bring him back to reality soon, even if it would hurt them both.
He wearily approached Damon and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Damon, I am so sorry but she is gone. You must know that? Deep down inside you know it, and you know we can't keep her here." Stefan reasoned.
Damon trained his onyx eyes on his little brother.
Damon shook his head in denial and in a motion quicker than Stefan had time to react, Damon had Stefan pinned to the wall with his hand wrapped around his throat.
"Don't tell me these lies brother. She can't be gone, I just got her back! She can't be gone."
Damon's voice started out in a desperate growl and ended in a broken whisper.
He released Stefan and turned back to Bonnie.
His face fell as the truth of his brothers words sank into his mind, branding it torturously.
"Why? Why did you leave me? I just got you back, and you leave me to walk this earth forever alone?"
Stefan watched in silence as his brother continued on.
He knew that this was just something he needed to do.
"It should have been me... That stake was meant for me, and you knew it. You gave your life for me, well you can have it back, let me go instead! I can't stay here without you, I just can't."
Damon stopped suddenly; he knew that his speech was in vain, that she would not even hear it.
The ache in his heart was as painful as when he had been staked by the tree on that small moon long ago.
No this was much more painful than that, it was as if his soul had been ripped away from him and in a way this couldn't be closer to the truth.
He had given his life for her then, and now she had returned the favor.
He laughed bitterly as a sudden thought hit him.
"She knew."
He said out loud.
"She knew what?" Stefan asked after a moment had passed.
"She knew that... That she wasn't going to make it. Right before the fight had even begun she made me promise..."
Though Damon was answering Stefan's question, he spoke as if he were speaking to himself.
"Made you promise what?" Stefan asked.
"She made me promise that I would always remember her love for me."
Stefan stayed quiet, giving Damon time to come to terms with this.
"I should have known. Perhaps part of me did know, but then we thought we had won the battle. I should have ripped that bastard's throat out right away, but I didn't, and now she's... gone."
And just as the last trace of hope had crumbled away from his broken and battered heart, falling away heavily like a thick block of lead, he heard the most beautiful sound that his old ears had ever heard: A sharp
intake of breath that came from the bed.
AN: So Wow so much happened in this chapter. We had action, angst, Bamon goodness, a brotherly moment, and now a cliffy lol. Sorry about that. I hope this ch made up for the weight with its length and more =)
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