Chapter 11 is here! I wanna thank you all for your reviews and followings, words can't describe how much they mean to me.
I have to warn you, pay attention to the timeline, or rather the days and the clock. It's kind of important to for this and especially for the next chapter. It's not that hard to keep track. I hope you like it. Enjoy!
Chapter 11 - Roadtrip
Friday 10:14 a.m.
Change of plans. I'll be at the house 3:15. Pack a bag.
He hits 'send' to deliver his cryptic text message to the witch. He smirks, lifting his drink to his lips, leaning his arms on the bar, waiting for her answer.
What change of plans? A bag for what?
He smiles at her text respond. There actually is no change of plans. At least not his. He planned this on the day he agreed to be her partner in crime. He just loves screwing her over.
Bag. Trip. Weekend.
He knows nothing actually answers her questions, but he just likes it when he is driving this ship.
Explain. She writes back.
Do it. Wait for further instructions.
She hates it when he bosses her around. And he knows it. He's imagining her reading the text, frowning, getting mad, and cursing him under her breath, while she writes him an angry reply.
But she doesn't write it this time. He shrugs it off, knowing he'll hear the end of it.
„Bourbon on rocks." He hears a voice from his right and greets his drinking buddy with a nod.
Man, he freaking loves Alaric. In a completely non gay way, of course. He is his buddy, and probably the only guy in Mystic Falls that has an alcohol tolerance high as Damon himself does.
„All right, I'm here." the teacher tells him „When are you hitting the road?"
Damon smiles. This guy is his ace in a sleeve, and he doesn't even know it. He feels kind of bad for doing this to him, but he has no other choice. Someone has to pay up, while he is stuck with a pretty annoying witch all weekend.
You see, when Bonnie informed him she is looking for a way to find out more about the spell she did, or rather to do a spell that could bring her memories back, an idea popped into his head.
The truth is he could spend the entire weekend closed up in the Salvatore mansion with her, trying to find an answer they probably wouldn't find. So, instead he thought of this, that could be the answer they are looking for.
He doesn't actually have to cancel his trip this weekend, he can just bring Bonnie along with him. They make a small pit stop on the way and when they are done, they go to Myrtle Beach and have fun. It's a perfect plan.
The only problem is, Stefan is bent on having Caroline babysit Bonnie the whole weekend while he and Elena are away for a romantic getaway. Which means something has to be done by that.
Anyway coincidentally, Alaric tells him he's low on vervain this week, so he asks Damon to get him some more.
And ''coincidentally'', Damon just runs low on it, too.
All Damon and Bonnie have to do is to plant a seed in Stefan's ear, so he can get Ric to babysit the witch for the weekend.
Damon tries using stupid lines, like 'Caroline is so distracted these days, it's like she's not even walking the Earth', or 'Ric just got a new set of vampire killing devices, if I didn't know he got a dick between his legs, I'd call him Buffy' (with that one he earns a weird glance from his brother, but in his defense, he had a drink or two more than he should have, when he said it).
None of it really works until Bonnie masters her 'damsel in distress' act and tells Stefan 'honestly, you know I like Caroline, but with everything that has been going on with the vampires and werewolves, I'd feel much better with a man keeping me safe'. Throw in the batting of the eyelashes, little mouth pouting, and breast pressing, (at least that's how Damon pictures it) Stefan's sold.
He informed Bonnie yesterday, Ric is going to take Caroline's place for the weekend, and the rest of the plan was set in the notion.
So, here Damon is, sitting next to the last puzzle piece in his master plan. He watches the other clueless guy as he sips his drink, not a worry in his mind, getting himself mentally ready for this week's last working day.
They sit for the next half an hour making small talk mostly or not talking at all.
„Well, time for me to go." Ric announces and gets up from his seat.
„Not so fast, buddy." Damon snidely says. His friend turns to look at him.
Damon turns to him, too, and looking him straight in the eyes, dilating his pupils says, „Sit down and listen to what I say to you."
The man obliges with no question as Damon continues to talk.
„You're gonna go to school today, and do your job like a good little teacher that you are. Then you're gonna go my house, and you're gonna send off Stefan and Elena on their trip, telling them I already left this morning, and assure them you will take good care of Bonnie. Then, you're gonna lock yourself at the boarding house, and you're gonna get yourself drunk like shit, and stay like that for the next three days. Whenever Stefan or Elena call, you're gonna tell them you are having a lot of fun and that everything is okay. And if anybody comes, looking for Bonnie, you're gonna say she is sleeping in her room because she is very sick and you're gonna make sure nobody goes to check on her."
He looks at his friend again with a smile on his face. „Do we have an agreement?"
„I will do everything you told me to do." Ric says robotically.
„Good boy." He pats him on the shoulder.
Friday 3:38 p.m.
Hoooooonk!
This is the third time he's been honking for her to get out. He rolls his eyes every time he does it.
He's been sitting in his car for the last 20 minutes, waiting for her to get her bag from upstairs. He checks on Ric, gives him the last instructions and now he's waiting on little Miss Sunshine to get her ass in the car.
She says she just has to pick up her damn bag from her room and she'll be down in 5. Multiply by another 5, she doesn't say.
He checks the water in his car, he checks the oil, he checks the tires, the breaks, the removing rooftop, the ignition. He checks the whole damn car again and again because she's too busy talking on her phone.
He can hear her talking to what it seemed like Caroline on the phone, two minutes after she leaves upstairs. The conversation ends 9 minutes later. She's been late for 23 minutes, so what the hell has she's been doing for the last 14 minutes, is what he would like to know.
And then finally the front door open. She walks outside and he hears the door lock behind her. Good old Ric. He looks over at her and motions her to get in the car.
„Where do I put these?" she points at the bags in her hands.
„Toss them on the back seat."
She does as he tells her and she enters the car to sit on the passenger seat. She turns back and starts to sort the bags around. She notices his angry face when she turns to look at him.
„What?" she asks him confused.
„I told you to pack a bag. You seriously packed three bags?" he says flatly.
„Is that a problem?" she asks frowning.
„Nope." He says quickly and turns the ignition on. The car starts and they leave the Salvatore property.
„So, on the risk of asking a question I'm sure I'm gonna regret..." he says not moving his eyes from the road. „What do you have in three bags, that you couldn't get in one bag?"
„Well, it's called organized pack system." She tells his full of wisdom. His eyeballs throw her a look, while his head stays in place.
„I got a bag for my clothes, a bag for my shoes and a bag for the grimoires."
„You got a bag full of books?!" he asks her incredulously.
„Grimoires." She says slowly pronouncing the word. „And seeing as I still have no idea where we are going, I had to be prepared for every situation."
„Fine. We are going to Ellicott City." He rolls his eyes. He doesn't mention Myrtle Beach to her yet because he wants to leave it for a surprise.
„Ellicott City?" she asks with eyes wide opened. „Isn't that in Maryland?"
„Yup." He says smugly.
„What is over there?"
„Got some old friends, that might be helpful with your situation." Pause. „But do you really need a separate bag for your shoes and your clothes?"
„Of course." She says and turns her body slightly to the side so she can look at him. He tosses her a quick glance and gets back watching the road.
„It's the first half of May. Statistically, there's a 19% chance for high 'summer like' air temperature, so I need light clothes. And about 8% chance to snow, so I had to pack at least one winter garment. And, being springtime, the best option is layered clothes. Do you have any idea how much clothes you need to get a layered outfit? And that's just without the fashion type prospect. I mean, I might need casual clothing if we're doing research, if it's a physical activity I need sports clothing. And if we go somewhere fancy, I will need a formal outfit. And shoes fall right in all categories above."
„What is this? Caroline Forbes 101?" Damon asks irritably.
She turns back on her seat and shrugs.
„I might've taken some tips while she was sorting out Elena's travel bag."
He smiles and shakes his head.
„What about the moonstone?" she asks 15 minutes after they hit the free road. Her grimoire is on her lap, and she's been reading it since they were on the move.
„What about it?" he asks casually.
„Well, the moonstone is used as a binder of the ingredients before they are all 'transferred' to Klaus. It suppress the magical activity that he needs to break the curse. So, technically if there are no magical properties, there might not be a sacrifice."
„You already tried to dispel it. It didn't work."
She sighs frustrated.
„I honestly don't know what else is there to do. I mean, we can't use the moonstone, we can't have any potion in Elena, and...we can't do anything."
„I suggested we get vampire blood in her system the next full moon." He shrugs.
She looks over at him with raised eyebrows.
„She didn't take it well." He sort of whispers.
Bonnie smiles, seeing he is making fun of it.
„Yeah, well, it's probably a bad idea. Klaus would have killed you the last time you did that."
„Doesn't matter." He says frowning. „Just as long as she's safe."
Bonnie turns her head back to Damon. There is no smile, no suggestive tone, or any sign he joking. She presses her lips together in a tight sympathetic smile. He looks at her with a questioning face, as she turns her head straight ahead. She takes a deep breath in.
„Well, that must suck." She says and waits for him to comment, but he doesn't, so she pushes more. „To feel that way about somebody who is not available to you. To care so deeply about a person who happens to be your brother's girlfriend."
„Shut up." He says quietly.
„Do you love her?" she asks excitedly turning her head to him. He just frowns but refuses to answer her. „Have you told her how you feel about her?"
„Shut up!" he yells this time. He looks at her with a disturbing threatening look.
„Why?" she surprises him. „Isn't it a well-known fact that you have feelings for her?"
He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He doesn't actually know what to say, and he is surprised that Bonnie is being so concerned about it.
„You know nothing." He tells her coldly.
„I just know that you would feel a lot better if you would be honest about your emotions." She shrugs.
„When I was nine years old, I broke my Grams vase, which if you knew my Grams was a big deal. The vase was some family heirloom and it was supposed to be passed on every second generation. Anyway, I was playing ball inside of her house, even though she told me a hundred times not to. The vase broke, and I remember Grams actually cried because of it. I felt horribly guilty. I mean, I didn't really think it would help, if I told her I broke it, because nothing could've been done about it. The vase was gone. But, after a couple of days, I confessed and I actually felt a lot better."
He sighs in frustration, but she continues talking.
„Maybe you would feel better if you would be honest, too. Maybe that way, you wouldn't be judged for every wrong move you do. Because she would understand that you're doing it for her own good."
„Enouuuuugh!" he stretches the word out. He looks at her with wide eyes, „You know what? We gotta set some ground rules for this road trip." He says frustraited, looking at her.
„Ground rules? I already set those." She tells him mockingly.
„Alright. You set yours, now it's time for mine. Rule number one." He makes a show listing the numbers on his hand. „No talking about my personal issues or feelings. Rule number two. No more giving smart pieces of advice. And rule number three." He sighs and goes on tiredly. „No more talking about clothes and shoes and bags."
She looks at him for a moment like he just grown two heads. Then she shrugs and goes on reading the grimoire. Neither one of them talk for a couple of minutes, and there's a grave silence inside the car. She finds a few interesting spells in the grimoire and reads them under her breath. All of the sudden, Damon loses the control of his car, as he sways on the other side of the road. It's like the car has his own will.
She looks up and screams for a moment when he holds the steering wheel strongly and gets the car back on track. He leans further to get a stronger grip on it and looks over at her, to see her sheepish expression on her face. He looks down on the grimoire she is holding firmly in shock and grabs the book to toss it on the back seat.
„Rule number four." He says lowly. „No testing of the spells or reading magic books in the car."
She doesn't say anything and they continue to drive in silence. A couple of minutes later, she starts tapping her fingers at the hand holder on her side of the door. She looks out of the window between the trees and the sky and hums a melody quietly.
He rolls his eyes because the tapping is getting on his nerves, but he doesn't say anything, thinking maybe if he acts like it doesn't bother him, she'll stop. The tapping and the humming go on for more than he can take it when she hurriedly turns her head in his direction.
„You wanna play a game? We can play 20 questions?" she asks with a smile on her face.
„Rule number five." He says firmly.
„No games in the car?" she asks disappointingly.
He turns to look at her. „No games in the car." He repeats.
She stays quiet for a couple of minutes when she leans back to get her bag from the back seat. She opens the bag and starts to toss around the bag contents. He looks curiously at her and sees her grabbing some CDs out of the bag. She takes a CD and sticks it in a CD opener on his radio. She presses the button play and the moment she does, he presses stop.
„What do you think you're doing?" he asks her.
She looks over at him with wide eyes and then diverts her look straight ahead. She holds lips pressed tightly, and crosses her arms over her chest. She is about to boil with fury. She can't do anything around him. He is acting like he is her father or even worse. Like some kind of master she needs to listen. It's frustrating and annoying.
He throws her a look and she can feel it. It makes her angrier, as he leans forward to see her face expression. She bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from bursting like a bomb. He leans back on the seat and continues to concentrate on the driving.
„What crawled up your ass and died?!" she asks him maliciously.
„What?" he's confused.
„You're acting like an old man." She looks at him. „Seriously, this drive lasts for a little more than 3 hours." She checks her watch. „It's been like half an hour since we left the house. What the hell do you suggest we do for the next two and a half hours?"
She turns her body in his direction and shows her hand to him, sizing a small space between her thumb and point finger. „Because I am this close to setting you on fire."
He looks at her frowning. She is mad and he knows he is reaching her limit.
„You want music?" he asks as nicely as he can.
„That would be nice, yes." She says.
He looks at her for a moment and he can see she is not going down without a fight. He nods his head and presses play on the radio. The music starts playing and she relaxes her body, turning straight forward and getting comfortable in her seat. They drive as the song plays and once it ends he has an itching he has to say something to ease the tension.
„There better not be some Justin Beiber or One direction songs. My car has to have standards."
She exhales but refuses to look at him. She hesitates for a moment but answers him anyway.
„Don't worry. It's a mix CD I got from your kitchen collection."
„You stole my CDs?"
„I borrowed them."
She looks over at him and sees him watching her with a smirk on his face. She plays stone cold, but he winks at her and she turns her head to the window. She hopes he doesn't catch her smile. He does, so he smiles too.
This is going to be one hell of a trip. It's what they both think at the same time.
They make a stop at the gas station somewhere half way to Maryland. Damon fills the car, while Bonnie picks up some snacks and beverages for the trip.
21, 60 $ is the price the cashier tells her. She hands him the money and sees him smiling at her. She smiles back. He doesn't say anything but the flirty looks and smiles are saying more than words. She takes the stuff of the counter and walks out of the store.
Damon's already sitting in his car, waiting for her. She enters and sits, tossing the stuff she bought on the back seat and biting her lip to keep it from smiling. She ignores the vampire sitting next to her and raises her look to the guy in the store. He's looking out of the window, smiling slightly as he waves to her. The smile on her face grows wider and she feels her cheeks are blushing.
The huffing from the seat next to her brings her back in space. She turns her head to the side and looks at the vampire sitting in the driver's seat. He snorts and laughs at her.
„Really?" he asks her frowning.
„What?" she acts confused.
He just shakes his head as he turns the ignition on and drives them off. They're on the freeway and Damon just can't stop himself from not commenting anymore.
„So, you scowl me for flirting with every living being, but when you flirt everything is fine?"
„I'm not flirting with you." she says in all seriousness.
„Not with me, with the ugly guy at the gas station."
„He wasn't ugly."
„He was, but that's not the issue right now. You don't want any flirting because it is distracting and then you go and flirt with literally the first guy on the road. Talk about double standards." he says frustrated.
„Well, actually, I didn't want you flirting with me, I don't have a problem with other flirting happening around."
„So, I can actually make a move on other women, just not on you."
„Exactly." She nods strongly.
He frowns and looks at her seriously. „You would not have any problem with me, hanging around with some other chicks, just as long as it's not you?"
„Correct."
„Hmmm." He nods. „So, why does my flirting have so much effect on you?"
„It doesn't have an effect on me. I just don't like it."
„Why? I usually do it very good." He smirks.
She shakes her head and sighs tiredly. „I am getting tired of this conversation. Can we change the subject?"
„Oh, com' on. I'm curious about this." He says, getting really interested in it. „You said you don't want my flirtation directed at you anymore because it's too distracting. Your words, not mine. Which means that it has to be doing something to you if it has the ability to distract you."
He looks at her curiously, with a smile on his face.
„Oh, God." Bonnie sighs.
„And you know what?" he continues, „I think that if my flirty aspect on you has you distracted, than my flirtation and any kind of contact with any other female is going to distract you, too."
„I assure you, it won't." She comments with absolute certainty.
He rolls his eyes.
„Why don't you just admit, what is it about me that makes you tick in a certain way?" he raises his eyebrows at her when she looks at him frowning. „I don't understand why don't you just admit it."
She stays silent for a couple of moments, rethinking about his words.
„You know what I don't get? If the reason why you're looking so passionately for my approval, is the fact that you want your ego to burst out with your manly pride or if you actually want me to bruise it, so it would make you even more insecure and weak than you already are?"
Now he's silent. He looks straight ahead of him, not letting his eyes find hers. She gets him every time. He pushes and pushes the issue and she just burns him every time, so casually. Like it's that easy to her. He hates it and strangely enough, he does it every time. It's almost like he wants to test the limit, or maybe she just right. Maybe he simply enjoys getting his ego bruised.
„Let's just leave this conversation alone." Bonnie interrupts his thoughts. „I think we can both agree that this trip or anything else that happens on it, can't change the situation between us. We're just convenient allies and nothing more."
She closes the subject with absolute certainty and even he has to agree that it makes sense. There might be some tension or attraction, but nothing more. She's determined to keep this strictly business and as much as he likes to push the tease, he knows it's not going anywhere.
Friday 7:06 p.m.
It's around 7 pm when they enter Ellicott City. Bonnie observes the small friendly town and asks herself what exactly are they doing here. She's never been to Maryland, and so far it doesn't seem very different from Mystic Falls. Except for all the antic shops. It seems they have one at every corner. Damon turns the car on the right and they are driving up a climb. It seems as they're leaving the busy crowded little center and set out to a more peaceful part of town.
They stop in front of a beautiful two - story white house. There's a nice porch with white picket fence and a tall, wide oak tree in the front yard. Damon exits the car, and Bonnie follows his moves. He walks in front of her as she takes in their surroundings. The house is on the border of the town, with a just a few more houses around. It's quiet and peaceful here. Bonnie loves it.
Damon takes the three stairs on the porch and gets closer to the door. Bonnie speeds out closer to him. He knocks the door with polite three knocks and folds his hands in front of him, with his head looking at the porch floor.
„Who lives here?" it's the first thing Bonnie asks.
„An old friend of mine." He answers quietly.
The door opens and reveals a tall beautiful woman in her mid-twenties with a vibrant reddish brown hair that falls down her shoulders and brown eyes. She has a dark floral dress and a beige cardigan on, paired up with flats in the same color of the cardigan. She looks over at Damon, who raises his look to her and tightly smiles to the woman.
He's just about to say something when she takes a step back and slams the door in his face. He stands frozen in his place and tilts his head on the side, while Bonnie raises her eyebrows in surprise.
„I thought you said she's a friend'?" Bonnie tells him questioningly.
He ignores her comment and knocks on the door again. After a couple of moments, the same women opens with an angry expression on her face. She takes one look at Damon again and is about to close the door again, but Damon stops her.
„Sam! Wait!" he yells and extends his hand in front of him.
The women stops closing the door and looks at him curiously. They both stay silent for a long time just looking at each other. Bonnie stands beside them watching them curiously.
„You got a lot of nerve knocking at my door, Damon Salvatore." The women finally speaks. She has slight, almost imperceptible southern accent.
He shrugs with a sheepish yet saucy expression.
„What do you have to say for yourself?" she asks letting the door open wider and crossing her arms over her chest.
„What is there to say, Sam?" he tells her smugly. „You look good."
She is clearly irritated by his behavior and she grabs the door ready to slam them in his face again.
„Get off my porch!" she yells threateningly.
„Oh, com' on Sam!" he screams. „What do you want me to say?"
She opens the door again and takes a step further, boldly stepping out of her house, when Damon surprisingly takes a small, almost unnoticeable step back.
„How about an apology?" she asks him angrily.
He rolls his eyes.
„Now... why would you want to hear something you know that wouldn't be sincere?"
The woman's eyes wide out a little more and her mouth fall a little at the vampire's words.
„How dare you?" she asks him. „You come here at my house, clearly in need of something, and you think everything is forgiven? Don't you remember the last time we saw each other?"
The vampire doesn't speak, so the woman continues.
„Because I sure as hell haven't forgotten about it!" she tells him madly.
„Oh cut the stupid ''you hurt me'' act!" Damon yells boldly. „You forgot all about it! If you didn't, you wouldn't let me stay on your porch for this long. I would be plastered on that tree, on your first glance!" He tells her motioning his hand around him.
„I haven't forgotten about it." The woman says sternly, but her voice is softer and warmer than before.
„But you forgave!" Damon says a bit passionately and smirks at her. „You just fell bad that you're glad to see me when the last time you were furious."
„Did you forgave yourself?"
He doesn't answer her, but he doesn't need to. The woman's expression changes and warms up a little. She shakes her head, smiles and crosses her arms over her chest again.
„Damn you!" she tells him and he smiles smugly.
They stand like that for a while, when the women diverts her look on Bonnie for the first time and takes a deep breath in.
„Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend?"
He turns around and extends his hand to Bonnie, motioning to her to come closer. The girl does it slowly.
„Well, Bon Bon, I want you meet Samantha Brown." Bonnie shakes Samantha's hand who smiles at her nicely. „Sam Sam, meet Bon Bon aka Bonnie Bennett."
Sam stops shaking Bonnie's hand but doesn't let go. Her smile freezes on her face, and her eyes wide a bit. She looks back at Damon.
„You got yourself Bennett witch?" she asks him incredulously.
„More or less." He shrugs.
Sam looks back at Bonnie and smiles warmer to her.
„It's nice to meet you, Bonnie." She tells her and Bonnie feels an electricity spark in her hand going further to her body. She squints and jumps a little, as she looks at their still-joined hands and then back at the women's eyes.
„You felt that?" she asks her sweetly. Bonnie nods and Sam's smile grows wider.
„You're a witch?" Bonnie asks her taking a step closer to the tall women.
The women lets go of her hand, but her smile doesn't drift away. She presses her point finger to her mouth.
„Shhhhhhh." She laughs. „Don't tell anyone." She whispers.
The women seem very nice and Bonnie feels glad to meet her. She smiles at her as she hears the wind bells clink at the melodic sound, but there's no wind around them.
Damon looks around the house, to inspect if it changed last time he was here. He breathes in the familiar scent of mint and lemon. Good old Sam. He steps down the porch and inspects the large oak tree and roses planted to the side of the house. He's not really interested in gardening, but he wants to give Bonnie and Sam a chance to get to know each other a little better.
„How long have you been practicing?" Bonnie asks the tall witch as they sat on the porch outdoor furniture.
Sam laughs at her question.
„Oh, honey. Much longer than you think. Last time I saw Damon I was 25 years old." Bonnie frowns. „That was in early 90's." She laughs.
„How old are you now?" Bonnie asks curiously.
„About 27."
Bonnie's eyes go wider.
„But... how?"
The women laughs good naturally.
„Doll, I'm a witch. If I can make a vampire kiss his own toes or bring life back to a cat, I can freeze my youth for a while."
„You froze... your youth?" Bonnie repeats slowly.
Sam shrugs. „Something like that. But, I'll tell you more about that another time." She dismisses the subject.
She looks at Bonnie, who is sitting on the porch's bench to her left, while she is sitting on an armchair. She observes her closely and then raises her hand to stroke Bonnie's thick dark hair, and lifts a few strands of her face to see her more clearly.
„You're very pretty." She tells her „Like a little doll."
Bonnie smiles shyly.
Sam reaches for her hand and holds it. Her smile drifts slowly, looking down at her hands as she frowns.
„But, you're troubled." She raises to look at the young witch. „Your emotions are closed up and you're confused. You seem lost in a world you don't know nothing about and you're scared that there are bigger things than you."
„D- Did-..." Bonnie stutters. „You get that from just touching me?"
„No." the other witch shakes her head slowly with a sympathetic smile on her face. „I get that from the look in your eyes."
Bonnie lowers her head and looks at the porch floor.
„You clearly have a problem with your magic and Damon wants me to help you with it."
„Something like that. He didn't actually tell me anything about you or what are we doing here."
Sam nods. „Well, he didn't tell me a thing about you, either. Damon can be pretty secretive. Especially with things that matter to him."
The woman raises her eyebrows and throws a slight smile to Bonnie.
„Oh, don't get the wrong idea about..." Bonnie shakes her head. „No. Not a chance."
Sam smiles knowingly. „I am not insinuating anything, darling. But, Damon has a fascination with witches and in my experience it goes both ways. We can either love him or hate him."
„Which one stands for you?"
„Depends on the day."
The both laughs sincerely.
„So, what's the verdict?" Damon interrupts them and comes closer to the witches. „You'll help us?" he directs the question to Sam.
She stands up from the chair and looks him in the eye.
„I'll help Bonnie."
He shakes his head and smirks at her.
„Tomorrow." She tells him and turns around to walk back in her house.
„Tomorrow?" Damon follows her. „No, Sam. I brought her to you so you can help her now. Com'on, you do this and we leave straight away."
The women faces him.
„Sorry, Damon. I can't do anything now. The sun's already gone and I have plans for tonight." She smiles and shrugs. She plays as if she is sorry, but he knows she's not. „You're gonna have to stay the night in town."
„You know I can't do that, Sam." He tells her.
„There's a cute little motel at the Green street. You can sleep there, and you bring her here tomorrow around noon."
„Sam!" Damon yells. „I can't stay here. Not with her." He tells her quietly, but Bonnie hears his words.
„Oh, get over it, Damon." Sam tells him. „He's not mad at you anymore. As a matter of fact..." she says and takes a step closer to Damon. „I'm going to The Sapphire tonight. He's arranging a big birthday party for Alice, who's back in town. Maybe you two can swing by and say 'hi' to them. I'm sure he'd love to patch up after all this time."
She looks at Bonnie and smiles.
„Bonnie, try to talk him into a party tonight. The Sapphire is a must when you come in Ellicott City." She winks and with a last glance at Damon she disappears in the house.
Saturday , 19:47 p. m.
„Damon? I wanna do it." She says looking straight ahead of her.
He turns his head to her, searching for the meaning of her words. She turns her head to him and raises her eyes to him. His eyes read the meaning behind her look and he nods almost invisibly.
„You're sure?" he asks her.
She swallows hard. „Yes. Yes, I'm sure."
„Okay." He says and turns him head straight, pushing the keys in the ignition and turning the car on.
„What are you doing?" she asks him furrowing her brows.
He looks at her again. „What do you think? We gotta get ourselves checked in a room, motel or something."
„Are you crazy?"
„Well, we're not doing it here." He says offended looking around himself.
„Yes, we are. We can't go to a hotel. The whole town is looking for us. Now, com' on! Straighten up and let's do it!"
She turns the ignition off and pulls the keys out. She tosses them on the cupboard, and opens the passenger door, giving him one last look.
„You coming?"
She exits the car and stands in front of it when she sees he is still sitting in the car with a displeased look on his face. She walks over to him and opens the door to him.
„Damon. Get out of the car. We don't have all night."
He sits for a moment and then stands up. She closes the door of the car, while he stands to look at the ground. She calls his name, but he doesn't look at her.
„What's wrong?" she asks him.
„I'm not doing it here." He says determinedly.
She looks around. „Com' on. It's not that bad."
„Not that bad?" he finally raises his look to her. „It's a dark little alley in a shithole of a town! It's damp and filthy and smells of dried urine. And even fresh urine." He makes a face of disgust.
„Oh, please. Don't tell me you got standards?" she asks him cynically.
„Hey! I do have standards. Besides, I'm not just a guy you picked up on the street. We got history, you and me." He says pointing between them.
„Yeah, a history I don't remember." She says acidly.
„Yeah, well I do! And I say we're not doing it here!" he yells.
She rolls her eyes. „Why the hell not?!" she screams, getting sick of his attitude.
„Because!" he stops, „I thought, if and when we do it..." he rolls is eyes, and can't believe he is the one saying this. „it would be...you know..." he motions his head, trying to explain not saying it.
Bonnie frowns. „What?" she pauses „Special?" she asks quietly.
„No!" he screams. He looks at her for a moment but then diverts his eyes to the floor. „Well, yeah, special, I guess... and meaningful."
Bonnie raises her brows. „Meaningful? You're a vampire!" she screams „What do you care?"
„Hey, I deserve to be treated better!" he yells pointing at himself, „I may be a vampire, but I still have feelings!" he screams throwing his arms in the air. „And doing this! ... here..." with every word he gets quieter. „in a smelly place like this... makes me fell cheap."
„Ooh, give me a break!" Bonnie yells and laughs. „You're acting like a child! No!" She points a finger on him. „Like a virgin! You're acting like some teenage virgin! What do you want? You want special?!" she throws her hand around her. „What? You want candles lighted around? A freaking Persian rug? Maybe some wine?"
„Hey! No need to be mean about it!"
She rolls her eyes again and sighs, „You know what? Forget it! Just forget it!" she says and turns to get back on her side of the car.