Chapter 11
A/N: I think this story is about to take a left turn into my own imagination. Most of the season from here on out will be doctored to fit our Bamon-y purposes.
4GMK
There really was a compelled army of grannies at the Lakehouse. She saw Mina for a little bit, sleeping peacefully, and then whispering a prayer of protection, she turned to leave for a bit. She knew Mina had inherited some type of power from here, but so far, whatever it was lay dormant.
Bonnie couldn't really afford to find out when she was in the mood for barbequing brains.
How could he? She screamed inside her head.
Walking the streets back up to her dorm at Whitmore, little sparks of fire burst on the ground from her high heels as she walked. It was dark outside, and it made her look something fierce. Thank God that most of the students walking the streets at this time were coming from the rave and were out of their minds on drugs and alcohol.
The moment she got inside her room, all she could do was wrap her arms around herself and cry.
Seeing Kai again after he had tortured her so fully had shaken her.
Dark clouds were rolling in her mind, still, she could see that there was a little something different about Kai now. She could feel it, where his heart used to be cold, there was now a gentle soothing warmth coming out of it.
What had happened while she was gone?
The right thing to do would be to hear him out. There was a little, something in his eyes now. Remorse maybe?
No.
The storm of emotions was swirling in her mind. Something was screaming at her.
Monsters never change.
Just then a soft knock could be heard at the door. The fire in the hearth surged for a brief moment.
Had Kai followed here here?
White hot panic flooded her veins before a smooth, rich voice broke the tension.
"Bonnie?"
It was her husband.
Damon crept into the room, using his old predator stealth to try to keep her calm. She kept her back to the man who had once been her foe. Old bygones between them had been buried long ago, but that didn't mean there wasn't room for new ones.
"Bonnie, hey, c'mon. It wasn't so bad. Kai's changed. He's worried sick about you."
She whirled on him.
"He's worried about me Damon? Ha! That's laughable. He's a sociopath. Sociopaths don't worry. He's playing you. What's he after, huh Damon? Did he tell you he was going to give you something? That he was going to trade?"
Damon looked at her silently. He felt so foolish. She knew.
"Listen to me, and you listen good Damon Salvatore." Bonnies voice dropped and octave, and with it went the temperature. "Kai never keeps his promises. He never changes. Do you know what he did to me? You were there when he'd stabbed me the first time. But you weren't there for what happened next" she whispered fiercely.
Damon felt his stomach drop as his heart filled with dread.
Bonnie held her hands toward him, he clutched his gut as he felt something like an arrow wound in his abdomen.
"You weren't there when he chased me, when he strangled me, when he drove me to his parents house locked in the back of an old car."
With each part of the story Damon felt something similar to what she felt. Fear and panic, swept over him, followed closely by the feel of a strong hand gripping him around the throat. His sight blurred and he felt the strain of claustrophobia.
"You weren't there when he stabbed me again and left me for dead!"
Another blood stain bloomed on his shirt front and he felt to his knees, staring at her and feeling hatred for himself for not finding a way back to her.
"But that's not the worst part. The worst part was being left utterly and completely alone. I was so miserable I wanted to kill myself. So desperate for company, for your company. And I wish I could show you what that feels like, but I can't."
Her eyes were welling up with tears, and even though he was already nearly completely healed, he couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of sorrow that had taken up residence in his bones.
"Bonnie, baby please. I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't know Damon. You don't know what it was like. Raising a baby in 1994. Living the same day over and over day in and day out, and not knowing what to tell her. Not knowing how to explain the truth. Damon, there wasn't a day that went by with Mina that I didn't tell her all about you. Show her your pictures and your videos, just so that I could see you again.
"Four years Damon. Four years, I spent teaching her, and training her, and trying to help her understand how the world worked with movies and TV shows, and hotel rooms. Not knowing how I was going to raise her if we never left that world, or what I would do with myself if we ever did."
Tears were streaming down her face now, but her eyes wouldn't meet his.
"I can't, no, I won't let myself believe that Kai isn't anything less than a monster. I won't let my guard down, not for a second."
"Bonnie, please. He says he knows how to free my mother. My mother Bonnie. Mina could have a grandmother."
"Didn't you hear a word I just said? I said NO!"
"But she—"
"Damon, didn't you ever stop to think about why she may have been locked up there? Kai murdered his entire family, and the Gemini sent him to 1994. Don't you think they must have had a reason to lock your mother up? Someone so bad that a whole world had to be made for? Why would you ever want to release someone like that?"
"Because Bonnie," he said struggling to his feet now, having fully recovered. "She's my mother."
"And I'm Mina's mother, and I won't let a monster worthy of that kind of punishment over a hundred years ago when the world was arguably more docile than it was in 1994, be released into the world. Even if he has changed, anything he's got to offer you is off the table. Do you understand me?"
He nodded, having Mina in his life made him less stupid and foolhardy.
Behind her, the fire crackled warmly as she eyed him from head to toe.
He smiled, shrugging off his jacket and casually ripping off his soiled shirt.
It had been awhile since they had been alone together, and he liked it when she was feisty with him.
His vamp hearing wasn't picking up anyone nearby, which was good, because they didn't have the luxury of being the only two people on the planet anymore.
And tonight, he was going to make her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
In 1903, Mrs. Salvatore sipped the last of her blood supply. The small brown woman she had seen the other day must have been a passing oddity.
No matter. She thought to herself as she tidied the table where she now sat.
Sitting beside her were the desiccating bodies of her beloved family. She was ready now, to take her place beside them.
A/N: is that the end for Mama Lilly?
Stay tuned.
4GMK
