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Chapter: 11 Here I' am
Bonnie slowly made her way through the clouds of smoke determination on her face she was going to snap Tyler out of this idiotic idea of staying away to keep her safe, by going to someone that could help her successfully do the protection spells because being apart from him was pulling her closer to another and she couldn't be sure of what good could possibly come from that shaking off these thoughts, she sees the silver haired women sitting at a small round table smiling eerily with her hands laid flat on the surface … tilting her head in a gesture that tells Bonnie to have a seat; Giving the women a quick once over she hesitantly sits placing her palms flat on the table as well.
Bonnie: are you Madam Kristina?
The silver-haired woman only nods reaching for bonnie hands tracing her finger across the surface of her palm.
Bonnie: (watching the women) well, I'm Bonnie Bennett… (Exhales) Sheila's granddaughter, I found your name on bunch of her things---
Kristina: I know who you are … it was just a matter of time before you came to me. (Looking up at Bonnie speaking in a crackling tone)
Bonnie: (her forehead is fixed in confusion) excuse me, what do mean by that?
Kristina: I've been expecting you for some time now… ever since dear Sheila left us, I know why your here. (Nods at her with reassurance)
Bonnie: (pulls her hand from Kristina) what are you talking about? (Confused)
Kristina: (pulls out a thick black dusty book) it's all here… what you're looking for, what you need to know.
Bonnie: (squinting at her confused) Look, I don't know what that is (pushing the book away)… I just came here to see if you could help me cast some protection spells.
Kristina: (tilts her head in confusion) so your grandmother never told you…
Bonnie: (curious look) told me what?
Kristina: How much do you really know about your gifts (curious?)
Bonnie: (shrugs) enough.
Kristina: which tells me, you know absolutely nothing about who you are and what you're fully capable of. (Kristina lets off an eerie laugh)
Bonnie: ookay this was a mistake, I'll find someone else. (Bonnie stands)
Kristina: (grabs Bonnie forearm) the sleepless nights… the dreams you can't remember, grams dyeing set it off and you're changing.
Bonnie: (pulls her arm away) you're crazy. (Turns to walk away)
Kristina: with Sheila gone there is no way to stop it from coming for you now, things were promised in blood and they can't be changed.
Bonnie doesn't turn to face her, she just leaves freaked out by the revelations Madam Kristina made in regards to her and grams and this secret grams hadn't got around to telling her about herself and her powers. Grams was never one for keeping secrets considering she told Bonnie at the tender age of five that she was a witch and that she was special more special then she could ever realize; always keeping a close eye on bonnie, taking bonnie to church with her every Sunday always reminding Bonnie that the world was a good place and to be good, and to do good… Bonnie couldn't count how many times her grams used the word good whenever she and Bonnie were alone practicing witchcraft, it was as if Shelia feared some evil force taking over and to prevent that she limited the things she would allow Bonnie to practice without her around; this new knowledge triggers a thought was Madam Kristina right was there another part to this story she didn't fully understand, but bonnie had no time to focus on these newly found out secrets because all of her energy was being put on the need have Tyler back in her life and keeping another out.
It's late and the sun is preparing to hide behind the shadow of the moon, Bonnie and her Father sit at the kitchen table awkwardly looking at each other off and on unsure of what to say. Richard looks at the daughter who never asked much or anything of him sit there with contempt on her face for having to be in the same room with him after he had the gull to not show up for his on mother's funeral and not being there for his child who's lost two great women; one she never had the honor to know having died giving birth to her. And somewhere in him, Richard knew that part of the reason he kept bonnie at arms length started the day the doctor put her in his arms and he couldn't even look at her blaming her for loss of his beloved Teresa, and he knew some part of him hated his own daughter who now hated him.
Bonnie: (playing with her food) May I, be excused. (Dry tone)
Richard: (looking at her plate) you've barely touched your food.
Bonnie: I'm not really hungry. (Pushing the plate back)
Richard: (chewing) Is everything okay?
Bonnie: (looks at him smirking) I saw your suitcase, in the front closet… you leaving soon.
Richard: (looks at her placing the fork down) Business doesn't---
Bonnie: doesn't stop just because your mother dies and your daughter needs you. (Snide and angry leaning back folding her arms)
Richard: (clears his throat) I'll leave money and whatever else you need.
Bonnie just scoffs standing up sneering at her father again, she backs away from the table hands shaking breathing heavily she feels this serge of power shoot through her body setting the blinds on fire.
Richard: (jumps to his feet) Bonnie, what the hell. (Rushing to put the fire out seeing the iris around her eye's turn red)
Bonnie: (anger) you're a bastard, and I don't need anything from you.
Bonnie rushes out of the back door standing in the back yard panting heavily trying to the calm the tidal wave of rage rushing back and forth through her an uncontrollable rage she'd felt before was trying to escape again… she remembers this rage it was the feeling she felt after grams had died it was trying to breakthrough and she would've let it. If she hadn't picked up the bottle to numb every single emotion she was going through; what was this, what was happening to her? Closing her eyes inhaling trying to steady her breathing.
The Fray Ocean away- I figure since am so far gone oceans away, I can lay my saber down today… I miss the words I love, words you did not say, I miss the kiss you never, never gave away. There goes the sun, oceans away…
Bonnie feels a calming hand on her shoulder; she opens her eyes slowly blinking.
Bonnie: get me outta here. (Pleading)
The figure just nods in compliance, pulling her underneath his arms nuzzling her closer to him; and for the first time since Damon had spent so many nights sitting outside her house this was the first she had ever stepped foot into the Salvatore manor looking curiously around at the statues and rare paintings hanging on the walls randomly touching things here and there intrigued by the things she sees; Damon is watching her with a fascination noting the sparkle on her features as her eyes roam around the house.
Damon moves swiftly so that he is standing extremely close behind the little witch leaving very little space between his groin and her butt placing his lips on her earlobe trapping her body in between his and the ledge of the fireplace.
Damon: (smells her scent) so… you wanna see my room after all… (Smirking he grazing his lips across a her neck)
Bonnie: (turning to face him, he doesn't remotely move) get serious.
Damon: (licks his lips) who saids I'm not (smirking with a lustful look)
Bonnie: (ducks underneath his arms) that's not why I let you bring me here.
Damon Features turn serious studying the urgency her features play but her voice hides leaning against the ledge of the fireplace folding his arms.
Damon: (tilting his head forward) why did… you let me bring you here, is something wrong? (His voice plays a concern his face doesn't)
Bonnie rubs her hands together taking a sit on the leather sofa; pouring some water into a glass Damon cozily takes the spot next to her resting his arm behind her nonchalant.
Damon: Here drink this… (Smirking)
Bonnie: Imma need something stronger than this. (Sarcastic)
Damon: (smirks licking his lips) whatever it is, you can tell me… I'll help you. (He says softly looking at her)
Bonnie: (looks straight into his pale gaze) it's nothing, (shrugs) I mean, this lady said some really strange stuff to me about who I really am… and things being promised in blood. (A puzzled look)
Damon: (confusion is creased across is forehead) and here I was thinking, that our kiss had you all twisted up inside.
Bonnie: (looks away from his gaze) Nope… I haven't had a second thought about it. (Swallowing the water)
Damon: (stands placing each arm to the right and left trapping her right in front of him leaning in very close) your… lying, you felt something (pause) that made you want to kiss me back.
Bonnie: (forcefully leaning back) prove it… (Taunting whisper)
Damon's eyes travel around her face loving the defiant determination in her eyes, he presses his mouth smoothly against hers shooting his tongue dangerously around trying to entice the unholy wrath of his little witch wanting her to wrestle for control, and although she resists at first, the fiery determination of his lips and tongue crashing into her sets off lightning bolts through her entire body fully giving herself to this moment to him clouded out everything she was feeling, lifting her she wraps her legs around his waist, as his hands roam admirably around her body gently… Bonnie feels light -headed flashing back and forth between the faces of Tyler and Damon pulling back; she slaps Damon again.
Damon: (placing a tighter grip on her) If this is foreplay, when do I get to slap you. (Smirking flirtaously)
Bonnie: (struggling to get loose of his grip) put me down, this was a mistake.
Damon inhales deeply placing her gently on her feet; still standing extremely close she pushes him back.
Bonnie: (exhales deeply) I can't keep doing this, stay away from me.
Bonnie grabs her purse rushing from the Salvatore manor; Damon follows as far as the threshold of the door watching her run down the walk-way… feeling the sweet caress of her lips lingering on him penetrating the very core of his soul that is if he still had one, the burning desire to take her and make the little witch his forever twinkles a thought that a simple bite, would suffice the forever…
It's raining as Bonnie returns home to find her father gone as expected never being able to give too much of himself; especially to her. Although the words were unspoken by her father, Richard resented her for ever being born, considering her birth took the life of her mother his wife whom never got the chance to completely love; Bonnie often wondered what life would be like had her mother not died giving birth to her, never having known the pleasure of what her mother's voice sounded like, never knowing what she smelt like, unable to experience that very first mother/daughter fight when she reached puberty which was a granted rite of passage every girl but her. But most importantly would it have made Richard a more attentive father, son and husband. Somewhere in her she already had the answer that's why these questions of "what if" never last long because her mother will still be dead and her father will still choose to be gone.
Bonnie places the keys down on the table next to the door, readying to close it, when a hand stops her he lightly pushes the door open… she looks up warmly taking in every fraction of his face ,rain dripping off of it.
The Fray fall away- you swear you recall nothing at all that could make you come back down you've made up your mind to leave it all behind now your force to fight it out…
Bonnie: (she exhales exhausted) Lockwood.
Tyler: (breathing heavily standing firmly in the threshold) I had to see you. (Reaching he caresses her cheek with his finger)
Bonnie: (steps closer to him) have you come to your senses.
Tyler: (backs away slightly turning his head) you were with him? (Frowning his brows)
Bonnie: (biting her lip) If you're here to talk about Damon and me, then you can turn around and leave, because unlike you he's still around.
Tyler: you know why I'm staying away… and here I 'am… so why don't you tell me, why I can smell him all over you. (Jealous anger) moved on already, I guess you do move fast after-all. (Snide)
Bonnie: (stepping on to the porch) you son of a bitch (pushing him forcefully) you have no right to question me, you chose to walk away from us Ty, not the other way around... and just because I haven't said it out loud Ty... I do, and have fallen for you. (The rain pours down her broken features)
Hearing the words he was sure he'd never hear her say shot out of her mouth and through him…Tyler, pulls Bonnie into him lifting her, he kisses her with a vicious passion ; ignoring the voice that's been crippling his mind ripping him from the thing he's wanted most in his whole life, tripping over the threshold Tyler slams the door behind him with his leg holding onto her for dear life… and with each kiss the voice in his head grows stronger but Tyler doesn't let it stop him from enjoying this momentous moment of glory with his angel.
Tyler: (holding her tightly pulling back) I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you… it's just that this voice in my head… (Soft and Vulnerable)
Bonnie: (confusion on brow) what voice? (Holding onto his neck)
Tyler and Bonnie head to her room hand and hand….
Across town at Madam Kristina's Shop… a darkly figure sits at the small round table with her she stares at his features which are soft and smooth, his eyes are a dark pecan brown hinting at red he pompously smirks at Kristina with a devilishly grin creeping off his chin twirling his finger around the table… he open his mouth slowly to speak.
Man: So… where is she? (Husky gruff voice play from his mouth)
Madam Kristina: (eerie smile) I don't know, who you're talking about… (A crackling voice likes she smoked one, two, many cigarettes)
Man: (the figure grabs her by the throat) you will… deliver her to me.
Kristina: (gasping for air) never.
Man: (with a simple flick his wrist he breaks her neck) Okay then, I'll find her myself. (He says calming)
Chapter 12 will continue from here…. As always enjoy.