Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. Anywho, enjoy!
I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Twelve:
"So, Klaus actually showed up here?" Caroline asked. I nodded. "Oh! The nerve! He always wants something that he can't have. He's such a boy!"
"Yeah, but he wouldn't be here to hurt me if he 'owes me one'… Would he? Maybe he can't give Alaric a personality transplant." I joked. Damon glared at me. I put my hands up in surrender. "Relax Damon – I wasn't serious. I don't think I'd ever to move past what he did, even if he did a 180. You know that." I looked over at Damon. He sighed and walked over to me. He put an arm around me, possessively.
"You're mine. I don't share well." He whispered. I rolled my eyes.
"So what should we do? I mean, Klaus hasn't made any threats…" I peered around the room at them.
"I dunno, Bonnie. Maybe we should just go with it for now. Like you said, he hasn't tried to hurt anyone. I don't think it's an immediate issue." Tyler spoke up. I nodded. He's right. We'll just see what happens.
"I can smell him on you." Damon whispered as we laid in his bed. I looked up at him, biting my lip. "You know it turns me on when you do that." Damon growled. I smirked.
"When I woke up to Klaus… I thought he was you, Damon." I whispered. He gave me a confused look.
"I'm way hotter than Klaus."
"No, I mean, I knew it was your bed, and you're the guy I always wake up with. It was logical. And, you know how I get when someone wakes me, all nice-like."
"You're affectionate… and cuddly… and… Wait, what happened?" He asked, seeming to know where this was going.
"I kissed him. I'm so sorry. I thought it was you. I would never, had I known it was Klaus." I explained, hurriedly. He glared at me. I touched his face. He wouldn't look at me. "Damon, I swear to you, I was half-asleep. Hell, my eyes were closed. I promise you, it meant nothing. You're the only one I want." I inched closer to him. He chuckled. What?
"I can just picture you doing that, too. You would be the one person to kiss someone by mistake. Did you tell him to shave, too? Or am I the only one who gets that in the morning?" He asked. He's taking this better than I expected him to.
"Oh, I told him. He was scruffy." I teased. Damon rolled his eyes and got on top of me.
"We're going to have to get his scent off of you."
"What did you have in mind?"
"You better get your clothes off, you're about to get wet."
"You're always so naughty when you wake up, Damon."
"No Witchy, your ass is going in the shower."
My thoughts keep wandering back to Klaus. I'm still stuck on the fact that he actually apologized for something. That's something I never thought I would ever witness in my lifetime. That alone is nagging at me. What caused his sudden change of heart? Does he want something? I know that we agreed to leave well enough alone, but I can't help but ponder his reasons. He said he owes me one – I plan on holding him to that. And that's not even bringing up the kiss. I can't believe I kissed him, but more importantly, I can't believe that he let me.
I walked face first into a solid body. I tensed and backed up.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't even looking where I was going. I should really learn to watch where I'm go…" I finally looked up at who I bumped into, my voice trailing off. "Alaric." I froze. He smirked.
"It's good to see you, Bonnie. Please, feel free to run into anytime you'd like." His smirk grew. Damon must have rubbed off on him. He almost sounds like his old self again. "Actually, this works out. I've been wanting to speak with you."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Ric." I looked at him, cautiously. I feel unnaturally dirty next to him. I feel his hands and mouth all over me. No matter how many times I shower, or try to distract myself, I can't change that. I'll never forgive him for that.
"Just sit down with me at the Grill. We'll be in public. You're a witch. What can it hurt?" He tried to turn on his charm.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"Not really. Come on, you can spare a half hour." He tried to negotiate. I raised an eyebrow. "15 minutes?"
"You can have ten minutes. If you try anything, I will light you on fire. I don't care if you're human or not." I glared at him. He suppressed a smile.
"I've always liked your spirit, Bonnie. Please, after you." He motioned for me to walk into the Grill. I shook my head. I can't see him if he's behind me. I'm not that stupid. Jeez.
I followed him into the Grill and we sat down at a vacant table. I looked at him, expectantly. He opened his mouth as Jeremy came to take our order. We ordered, somewhat awkwardly.
"You look beautiful, Bonnie. I miss seeing your face every day." Alaric started at me, contently. I shifted uneasily under his gaze.
"Did you really want me here just to compliment me?" I asked him, softly. He shook his head and bit his lip. Being with him, I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm dealing with two different people. It's like he has two completely different personalities some of the time. I don't get it.
"I wanted you here so we could talk about us." He motioned between us.
"There isn't an 'us' anymore." I folded my hands together.
"I'd like to change that. I need you in my life Bonnie – in one way or another. I've already lost Isobel and Jenna. I'd hate to lose you, too." His eyes looked haunted, just like they used to… before…
"You've already lost me. Why can't you see that?"
"I'm not giving up on you just because we went through a rough patch." His stare burns right through me.
"You violated me." I yelled in a harsh whisper. "You're calling that a fucking rough patch? If you're going to sugarcoat everything, go do it to someone else – I'm not interested!"
"Bonnie, calm down. I shouldn't have downgraded it like that, but we can get past this. I have myself – everything - under control now. You can trust me. I won't hurt you again. You have to believe me." He inched closer to the table.
"No, I really don't. I refuse to be in an abusive relationship." I scooted away from the table, slightly.
"Bonnie, you're overreacting."
"Am I? You forced yourself on me. You hit me. What part am I overreacting over? If I hadn't gotten away from you, there is no doubt in my mind that you would have taken things further than you did. You would have raped me, Ric. I don't care if you were wearing a freaking ring carved out of Voldemort's skin and transformed you into freaking Hitler in Hannah Montana's body! That does not excuse what you did or how I feel about you!"
"You're so sexy when you're pissed off." He smirked.
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying? I'm wasting my goddamn time." I got up from the table and started to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and held me in place. I shot him a warning look and he released me.
"I realize that it doesn't change anything, but I'm willing to try. Okay? I want to prove to you that I can at least be something for you, to you. Can you at least let me do that much? I'm not asking you to give me another chance at being your guy or for you to be best friends with me. Just… I don't know. If I walk into the same room as you, it'd be nice to be able to walk over at say, 'Hello'." He tried. He seems so sincere. There's just that gnawing feeling in my gut that I can't ignore. I know what he's saying, but I also know him. He's expecting me to forgive and forget. That's just not going to happen. I can't. Things went way too far. If he wants a greeting acquaintance, that's fine. I don't see the harm in that.
"Okay. I'll give that much, but that's it. Nothing more. And, if you fuck this up, that's it. No more chances."
"I've missed you." He said. I nodded and walked away. You know, I've missed me, too. I'm not the same girl that I was before that happened. And, as much as it kills me to say it, I've missed the man he used to be. Things used to be so innocent with him. I know we can't ever go back to that. I also know that good things fall apart so better things can fall together. I think Damon was that better thing for me. His stability still scares me, sometimes. I'm so used to him being reckless. He's really stepped up. I never asked him to, but I'm glad he did. I think he just needs what everyone else does – to be needed. And, I need him.
"So, little witch, I've been thinking about you all day. Your lips really are divine." I looked up and saw Klaus. I swear guys must plan these things ahead of time – because clearly, girls just love to their time wasted by men and their arrogance.
"And what do I owe to this pleasure?" I asked him, sizing him up. He looks harmless, but I know better than that.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite Bennett witch was doing on this fine day. Is that a crime?" He smirked. I shook my head.
"What do you really want?" I stared him down.
"You may not know this about me, but I've been known to have a thing for witches. And Bennett witches are known to be unparalleled." That word seemed to drip off of his tongue. "It wasn't very nice to tease me earlier today." He moved closer to me. I quirked an eyebrow.
"I didn't know it was you I was teasing. That kiss was meant for Damon." I folded my arms across my chest.
"Ah, Damon, he shares my fondness for witches. You know what they say – the older in age, the more experienced the lover." Klaus winked.
"I dunno, if you're old enough, I'm sure you'd have trouble getting it up." I smirked.
"One day, I'll prove you wrong. I'm accepting your challenge."
"I never said it was for you. In case you haven't heard, I'm not really looking to 'tango in the sheets' any time soon." I reminded. He nodded, slowly.
"I am sorry about that. Forgive me. I don't always think before I speak. Though, you've been warned. I don't plan on giving up my affections. Let Salvatore know that it's game on." He smirked. Before I could say anything, he was gone. Is this really happening? All in one fucking day. That's just… Freaking fantastic.
Author's Note: ALRIGHT, so this is not where I was going to go with this, but I started writing and this is what came out. SO let me know what you think about everything. More surprises next chapter. I'm getting ready to move, so I can't guarantee a quick update. Wish me luck!
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Anneryn