I figured that since I made you all wait for so long, I would post this chapter up immediately. It's a chapter I've been excited to write because it...well...you'll have to read it and find out why, lol. Thank you all again for the endless luv you send my way, and I'll keep making these stories as intriguing as long as you'll have 'em. Enjoy the story!
I would also like to apologize for the surplus of errors in my last chapter. I hope the grammatical and spelling errors didn't tarnish your reading experience.
Chapter 14 - Living In The Moment
Bonnie held herself tightly as the thick quilt that Damon salvaged from his room made it all the easier to warm up from the cold bathtub she had sat in for the past five minutes. It seemed almost bizarre to believe that she spent a good four minutes hugging Damon Salvatore with her soaking arms while sobbing painfully into his hard chest. Just the same, the reassurance that she could release her emotions into the man and not be rejected (as she had half expected) was comforting. Still the thought of Damon not being there when Katherine returns brought about a shiver down the woman's spine, for she knew that the female vampire would surely come back when she least expected it and take her to the mysterious hooded couple.
A small knock on the door brought Bonnie's eyes towards the direction of the large bedroom door which opened wide to reveal Damon standing on the other side with a plate of soup in his hands and a solemn look on his face. The man was not use to this "catering" stuff and was greatly regretting it already…but he figured that both of them had been through enough to allow themselves more acts of peculiarities. Quickly dropping her lucid green eyes to the ground, Bonnie wrapped the quilt around her body even tighter as she sat on the edge of Damon's bed. As the male vampire made his way into the room, he shut the door behind him out of instinct; surely it wasn't going to stop Katherine from coming into his room, but the reassurance of the door behind him being closed shut was enough comfort for both he and Bonnie.
"I brought some soup," Damon announced softly before setting the woman's food down on the top of his citer-chest. "All we had in the kitchen was clam chowder." Bonnie didn't even bother looking over at the odd smelling bowel of soup that sat directly beside her. Instead she allowed her psyche to travel into the corners of her minds to contemplate whether or not her role as a protector to Mystic Falls was well within her power of control. All signs pointed to 'No'.
"Thank you." Bonnie's low statement of gratitude was barely audible, even for the Salvatore vampire to pick up. The dark haired, blue eyed man merely twisted his lips as he paced steadily from one end of his room to the next. Exchanging glances between the witch and the bowel of soup he had brought up for her, the vampire couldn't help but feel like they were both wasting time sulking in their own self-pity.
"So?" Damon started which prompted the young woman to look up from her dazed glance. "What do we do next?"
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked, almost dreading the answer that the man might conjure up.
"We got to go out there and get that Moonstone from Katherine." Bonnie sat up on the bed and narrowed her eyes at the man standing across from her, his hands placed on his hips and an arched eyebrow.
"No…we don't." Bonnie's response brought on a disbelieving chuckle from the vampire.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught that."
"We may need to find Katherine to find the Moonstone, yes. But we don't need to take the Moonstone from Katherine…not necessarily." Damon couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose in an act of irritation. 'Why is it when she survives a life-altering dilemma, she becomes more and more insane?' Damon thought to himself before taking a couple steps towards the brown skinned woman.
"Okay, Bennett," Damon began to say, "Explain to me as to why Katherine would lie about having the Moonstone and about -"
"I didn't say she was lying," Bonnie interrupted with a shake of her head. "She has the Moonstone, I'm sure of it. But something is keeping her from actually taking full possession of it."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, when you asked if she was looking for the Moonstone she vaguely responded by saying she wanted back what belonged to her, and that I was the only person that could help harness it's power."
"So what are you saying? She has it…but she doesn't?" Damon went to sit on the opposing end of his bed before running a hand over his face, inhaling and exhaling extremely deeply. Bonnie could only drop her head towards the ground and shrug her shoulders.
"Is it so hard to believe?" the young woman asked, her head slightly turned as to stare back at the man. "Goodness Damon, the vampire girl you've been obsessing over for the past couple of centuries has come back to try and kidnap a witch so she could harness the power of a stone that holds reverence to werewolves. I'd say the time for questioning is over." Damon couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's unintentional joke, rubbing the back of his short black hair slowly. He too in turn, turned his head slightly to glance back at the girl sitting on his bed.
"Even if questions do seem to be irrelevant in the world we now live in…you can't deny that there are more than a couple of questions you yourself need to ask. Like the probability of the hooded couple being witches and possible relatives of yours." Bonnie was silent as she turned her head back to face the ground in front of her.
"Maybe some questions are better left unanswered," the woman simply stated. Damon narrowed his eyes and released a slight cough from his throat, trying not to let himself get caught up in emotions again (he didn't feel up to holding the woman for another four minutes).
"Regardless" the man started before standing up from his bed and making a trail around the bed, "You need to get yourself together so you can replicate whatever spell you used on Katherine earlier." Scoffing at the man's blunt order, Bonnie dropped the quilt around her and stood to her feet to give an angered expression.
"Are you serious?" she asked trying not to cry out in a fit of rage. "I was almost kidnapped today by a psychotic vampire that I could barely take on my own, let alone having to keep your ass safe. Now you're asking me to go in search for said psychotic vampire to look for a Moonstone that she may or may not have full possession of?" Damon clenched his jaw (he hated being questioned). "I'm sorry but…are you fucking high right now? Seriously, give me time to collect myself first before you decide to place me in the line of fire again."
Bonnie started for the door but was immediately blocked by the fuming presence of Damon Salvatore. The young woman stood her ground as she looked up at the man who was two seconds away from taking the witch over his shoulder and dragging her to wherever Katherine may have been taking refugee.
"What?" Bonnie blurted out at the man in front of her with a challenging tone. Damon was silent as he stood in front of the door and looked down at the woman in front of him. "Damon…get out of my way."
"What's the use of trying to be nice to you when nothing I do seems to be enough?" He questioned. Bonnie was a bit taken back by the question and wasn't sure how to respond on the spot. "I'm trying to do the right thing here by giving you and I-"
"Oh, just stop it Damon!" the woman yelled as she stepped back and waved her hands to the side of her to emphasize her words. "I told you before, I'm not stupid. I know the only reason I've survived this long is because you've got ulterior motives. So just save the nice act…"
"SHUT UP!" Damon screamed out at the top of his lungs, causing Bonnie to almost jump out of her skin in fright. The vampire's eyes went pitch black momentarily as he growled underneath his breath and scaled the look of fear on the woman's face. "All you do is complain, and complain, and fucking complain…and I honest to God can not take it anymore." The man started to take a couple of hurried steps forward towards Bonnie before pinning her against a nearby wall. "You want the truth, little witch? Fine…I am using you because you are the only link between me and something special. If I can get you to play nice with me for these next ghastly weeks, then maybe, just maybe I'll be able to obtain what I want while excluding you from the picture all together. Is that what you wanted to hear, or would you like to hear the sequel to my story?"
"Elena…" Bonnie said between clenched teeth. "The 'something special' is Elena, isn't it? Just give it up Damon…she loves Stefan. Not you! Gah, I thought your infatuation with Katherine was bad, but then again I guess it's not that different, is it?" Damon was silent as he looked down at the woman in front of him, tension being the only fence keeping the two of them separated. "Why do we keep doing this?" Bonnie finally asked as her eyes dropped to the ground. "Why are we constantly bickering about the same things over and over again?
"I'm not doing anything," Damon corrected the woman before taking a step back and heading for the door. It wasn't until the vampire placed his hand on the door handle that the woman called out to the man for him to stop in his tracks. "Bennett…I'm not in the mood for one of your hormonal mood swings. If you're going to say anything to me, it better be fucking important."
"I didn't mean what I said." Bonnie looked down at the ground almost in a guilty expression. Damon just gave a sarcastic smile in the presence of the woman.
"Yeah…I think you meant every single word. If there is one thing I know, its a Bennett witch."
"That's just it, Damon. I'm not just a Bennett witch."
"Oh, no?" Damon questioned, taking his hand off the doorknob and swiftly making his way back in front of Bonnie. The young emerald eyed woman gave him a pleading look before opening her mouth to softly speak.
"I'm Bonnie Bennett. That's it." Damon couldn't help but turn his head to the side with his hands still situated on his hips. "I may have witches' blood running through my veins, but at the end of the day I'm just a 17 year old girl."
"It's not that simple, Bennett." Damon corrected the woman. "No matter what you want from here on out, you will always be just a witch for somebody else to use."
"Like you?" Immediately Bonnie shut her eyes and cursed under her breath, not sure how her sarcastic remark made its way from her lips so easily. Damon turned his body and started for the door before he felt the tug of Bonnie's hand wrapping itself around his wrist. "No wait...I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean that." Damon's back was still facing the woman as he contemplated snatching his hand away from Bonnie and heading for the door.
"Are you going through constant menopause or something, because your personality is seriously draining me of any energy I may have had."
"Look, I'm trying to be nice and keep sane and learn what it takes to be a witch in the span of a couple days. It's not easy for me to take in…so I vent."
"Well it's irritating." Bonnie couldn't help but arch an eyebrow.
"You nearly get a stake to the heart and it's my venting that irritates you?" Damon couldn't help but smirk at the woman's comment before finally turning to face the woman with his hypnotizing blue eyes.
"What can I say? Witches have a strange affect on me."
"I bet."
It took a couple seconds to realize where the tingling sensation in her hand was coming from, but the glance at her hand tightly wrapped around the Damon's wrist caused the woman to snatch her hand away almost hurriedly. The vampire noticed the rushed movement and couldn't help but chuckle while taking a step forward.
"Now isn't that something," he started snidely. "A psychotic, power-hungry bitch comes here to kidnap you, and I'm the one that makes you nervous?" Bonnie met the man's snide smile with her own smile.
"What can I say? You vampires have a strange affect on me." Both the vampire and the witch stood there ground looking at one another, unsure why they were still smiling at one another. It had become quite obvious that the two were almost the same person, just different back-stories and walks of life. Suddenly a conflicted expression overtook Damon's face which caused the ocean-blue eyes of his to hide temporarily behind pale white eyelids.
"Why do you always assume that my intentions are influenced by Elena?" Damon asked, tilting his head to the side a bit.
"Aren't they?" Bonnie asked with an arched eyebrow. The man took a step closer and leaned in towards the woman so that she would catch his words loud and clear.
"Not everything I do is for Elena, Bonnie…remember that." Damon's cool breath brushed against Bonnie's face, causing her to momentarily shift her eyes to his small perched lips. "I promised Emily that I'd protect your family…for as long as I could."
"Seems to me you're the one that needs protection," the young witch reminded the vampire which only brought back the toothy grin on his face. She looked up into the beautiful blue eyes that harbored such a evil man. He was evil…he had to be with his track record. But why was it so hard to still believe that? Why had Bonnie, who dedicated her witchcraft to destroying Damon and all vampires, over the course of a week suddenly saw a side of the man that…appeased her?
In fact the same perception of Bonnie could be said from Damon's point of view; why had he lost his willingness to kill the young witch when she irritated him? Why did he feel compelled to protect her more than he had protected Elena even? Why was the hate he harbored for the girl beginning to subside with every day they spent together.
"Protection from whom?" Damon questioned the witch.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"No, not really. I have a bounty on my head from many a people. You're going to have to be a little bit more specific."
"Protection from yourself, Salvatore." Bonnie said, pressing her finger against the man's chest before her wrist was quickly caught by the grip of the vampire's hand. Instinct told the woman to snatch her hand away from the man, but the way in which Damon grabbed her wrist did not make her feel threatened or intimidated. No; she felt at ease and calm.
"And who do you think should protect me?" The vampire questioned sarcastically to the woman.
Both Bonnie and Damon stood where they were and looked at each other for a lengthy period of time. They both held on to snaky smiles on their faces that quickly began to diminish once they realized just what position they put themselves in. The scenario was crystal clear; it was these moments in which two people leaned in to kiss one another. It was this exact moment that both Bonnie and Damon had shared with other individuals, but never did they think that a moment like this could possibly be shared between the two of them. But would they follow through? Would they allow for a spontaneous, perfectly stupid moment like this to happen between them?
Damon couldn't help but lean in a bit further cutting his eyes down towards the woman's lips. Bonnie stood still as a statue in front of the towering vampire, who's red lips seemed to inch closer and closer with each passing second. Her heart beat out of her chest as beads of sweat began to form around her forehead. The knot in her throat would not go down no matter how hard she swallowed, while the trembling underneath her did not come from an earthquake she thought she felt but the involuntary shaking of her knees.
Closer and closer Damon's lips inched to Bonnie's lips, while faster and faster the young witch's breathing became erratic. Before long the man's lips were pressed against the witch's full lips; they both knew that this wasn't natural or right in any way.
But the moment….
The moment was right, and the moment was natural. If anything, Bonnie and Damon were indeed living in the moment. And to be completely honest, that's all that really matter to the two of them. They kept their hands to themselves and moved nothing but their lips and tongues inside one another's mouth. It wasn't until Damon brought up a hand to cup underneath the witch's face that Bonnie pulled herself away from the vampire and placed her hand to her lips in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just allowed to happened between she and Damon. It was surreal at that moment, and wrong on more than one account.
"No…no…no…this…this…this isn't right," Bonnie stuttered out as she paced nervously in place in front of Damon, whom also was trying to decipher just what the hell he did.
"I, um…" Damon was literally at loss for words as he backed up towards the closed door to the room and grabbed the door handle. "…I'll be in the other room. I think…I think…" With that the vampire opened the door and slammed it hard behind him.
Bonnie looked on at the door that was slammed and couldn't help but feel like she had gone against everything she believed in; That all the preaching and judging she had practiced for months was no longer relevant. It was moments like the one she had experienced with Damon Salvatore that she wished she could just drop dead.
But unbeknownst to her, it was moments like the one she shared with Damon Salvatore that would change her life…forever.
Well, I guess the BAMON has finally begun. After 14 long, bickering chapters between Bonnie and Damon has happened. But what do you think? Did it happen to soon, or did it not happen soon enough? Share with me your input and let me know what you guys thought. In the meantime, be safe and thanks for reading. But don't worry...the next chapter is only a couple paragraphs away. Peace :)