This one's been done for a while and it's a little bit shorter…sorry! But it covers the basics and I tried to add more it just didn't feel right…so on with the show!
Bonnie woke early the next morning. Glancing at her alarm clock, she groaned. She didn't feel rested at all. After debating briefly on taking a sick day she sat up, swung her legs out onto the floor. She sat there for a minute, feeling extremely reluctant to leave her warm soft sheets. She looked back at her pillow longingly and stood. After stretching, she took a step towards her dresser. Her left foot protested. "Ouch." She fussed, placing her hands on the dresser for support. Her sock covered her foot, so she couldn't tell if there was anything wrong with the surface at least. She hadn't done anything strenuous.
She plopped back down on the bed, peeled off her sock. Maybe she had kicked her bed post in the middle of the night. She would have remembered that though, right? She winced as the sock scraped her toes. There were scratches on her feet. So she had kicked something. What the hell? She ran through the night's events quickly in her head. She and Jeremy had hung out for a little while but she hadn't done anything to her foot.
She looked up at the mirror. No way. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, poked her finger through the new holes that appeared there. No way. That dream wasn't real! It was just a nightmare. It hadn't actually happened. Had it?
She snatched her phone up off of her nightstand. She hit speed dial 5. He answered on the second ring. "Hey, I was just thinking about you." She would have smiled, but under the circumstances she was freaking out. "Do you think we could meet somewhere before school?"
"Jer. I need you to meet me at Damon's." She said hurriedly.
"Oh. Really? I don't want to interrupt the love fest over there. Elena didn't come home last night. And may I just say ew!" He laughed.
"Jer. It's important. Please?" she pleaded as she stood and tugged on a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, I guess. I can be there in ten minutes."
"Thanks. See you there." And she disconnected.
Elena scooted back into Damon's warmth. His cool breath ruffled her hair and she smiled luxuriously. "Good morning." He whispered.
"Mmm," she murmured. "Good morning to you." He tightened his hold around her waist and she turned in his arms to face him. She reached up to caress his face, brush her hand over his hair. "So I'm not dreaming." She said with a smile.
He laughed softly at her. "I think that's my line." She shook her head, tipped her chin up for a kiss. He didn't deny her. He propped himself up on his elbow, leaned down over her and traced her smile with his finger. "You make me so happy." He said so softly, low enough she almost didn't hear.
Her smile turned to a grin. "Sex makes you happy?" She teased.
"Sex makes me feel good. You," he emphasized, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose, "make me happy." She pulled him down to kiss him, ran her hands through his hair, tugging on the ends gently. "You're gonna miss school." He murmured against her lips, running a hand down her side, curling a hand over her hip.
She moaned in his ear, tilted her head back as he kissed his way down her throat. "Don't care."
"My little rebel." He whispered as he rolled onto his back, tugged her with him. She straddled his hips, leaned down and placed her finger over his lips, effectively shushing him.
"You talk entirely too much." She said with a mischievous smile. "Whatever are we going to do about that?" He rocked his hips which quickly wiped the smile off of her face.
"I don't know. You should show me." He beamed at her.
And she did.
Jeremy was slightly confused by Bonnie's weird phone call but his life was just one big ball of weird. Nothing strange there. He pulled up behind Elena's car and parked. Before he even got out of the car he spotted Bonnie in the clearing behind the house. Frowning he stepped out and shut the door softly. He held his hands up in a shrug. What was going on?
She waved for him to follow her and he did. Glancing at the house everything appeared to be in order. No bloody murder screams, no yelling, yup. All must be well. Bonnie disappeared into the woods and Jeremy followed behind her. "Where are we going, Bonnie? What is going on?" He called once they were a ways into the woods. He opted for humor. "I know this whole seeing dead people thing weirds you out but you don't have to drag me out into the woods and beat me." He laughed. Bonnie didn't. He saw her in the clearing up ahead and continued until he reached her side.
He stopped and stared at the mess before him, taking a little longer than expected. "Tyler's grave? Bonnie, what's this ab-." He dropped off, ran a hand over his face. "Oh hell."
Elena pulled on one of Damon's button up shirts, rolled the sleeves up to her elbow and tugged on a pair of jeans. She quickly ran Damon's brush through her hair and used his toothbrush to brush her teeth. After rinsing her mouth she stood and glanced in the mirror. He was watching her, bare-chested behind her in a pair of lounge pants slung low over his hips. Elena grinned at him.
"You look good in my shirt," he murmured. She turned, braced her arms behind her and hopped up onto the counter. He sauntered over to her, stood in between her legs.
"You look good without it." She whispered, running a finger down his sternum and his chest. She stopped when she reached his waistband.
"You don't have to stop." He groaned, resting his forehead against hers.
"I know." She said softly. "But if I don't, we'll never see the light of day again." She said, tugging on the drawstrings of his pants bringing him closer.
"Daylight is so overrated." He smirked, brushing a kiss over her cheek, then her ear. He nuzzled her neck.
She laughed. "Very. But...for the next seven months at least? I have school. And you…" she poked him lightly his chest, "made a very convincing argument for Chicago and Northwestern earlier. And I can't get in if I don't go to school." She half pouted and grinned when she saw his lips turn down into a frown.
"I was an idiot earlier. Who needs school? I'll give you all the education you need." He slowly began to unbutton her shirt, kissing her collarbone as he went.
Elena giggled, pushed him back. "I have to go." she whispered.
"I like seeing this side of you." He said quietly, stopping to look into her eyes.
"The naked side?" She smirked.
"Well, I'm growing quite fond of that side to be honest. But no, seeing you relaxed, carefree, laughing and playful. I'm glad you feel comfortable with me." Elena could read the truth in his eyes and she nodded at him.
"I'm glad you make me feel this way again." She said reaching up to kiss him softly. Then she pushed him back lightheartedly. "Now let me up, I have to go."
"No." He fussed, pulling her half opened shirt to him and peering down inside. She smacked his hand.
"Mr. Salvatore!" she exclaimed, clasping the shirt to her chest. "Your behavior is appalling!" She feigned annoyance, hopped off the counter. She spirited away, but not before he swatted her on the ass. She shrieked and ran down the stairs, headed for the kitchen when the knock on the door sounded.
Elena bounded over to open the door and was somewhat shocked to see Bonnie and Jeremy standing there on the front porch. The look on Jeremy's face was alarming and Elena's heart started pounding.
"What is it? What happened? Ric? Caroline? Matt?" She ran off the list of important names, opened the door wide to let them in. When Bonnie raised her eyebrows at her, Elena frowned and looked down. Her bra was exposed in the wide open v of her half unbuttoned shirt. Elena gasped and pulled the two edges together, briskly buttoning it back up. Bonnie gave her a small smile and nodded past her at Damon who had appeared quietly behind her. Elena turned to hold onto him tightly; absentmindedly relieved he had stopped to put a shirt on.
"What's going on Sabrina?" Damon asked, holding Elena's hand and squeezing it when she shot him a worried look.
"We have a problem." Jeremy said softly. He glanced quickly at Bonnie.
"A big problem." Bonnie reiterated.
"Out with it, people. I'm getting bored." Damon remarked crossing his arms.
"Tyler's not dead." Bonnie whispered.
Damon humphed. "That's not funny." He uncrossed his arms, stalked over to stand in front of her.
"She's not joking." Jeremy said. "Come with us." With a quick glance at Elena, Jeremy walked through the house and out the back door. Damon followed close behind, taking the lead as they exited the house. Bonnie reached for Elena's hand and held it tight as they made their way out to the gravesite.
Upon reaching the disturbed gravesite, Damon growled and kicked the rock that had served as the grave marker sending it flying through the trees. Bonnie winced. Elena covered her mouth in horror.
"This better not be Barbie's doing." Damon hissed. "I killed that were freak. Ripped out his heart." He turned around to face them. "He's dead. He's just been moved." He glared at Bonnie. "Get Caroline over here now." He stalked off, fueled with rage. "I'll call the Mayor."
They all gathered in the study. Damon paced in front of the fire. A glass filled with bourbon shook slightly in his hand. He was livid. Caroline careened around the corner of the room stopped and stared. "What's going on?" She asked. "What's wrong?"
"What did you do?" Damon growled. He stopped his pacing, glanced at Elena who was presently curled up into a ball on the sofa. It enraged him more.
"What the hell are you talking about, Damon? I didn't do anything!" she yelled.
"With Tyler, Caroline. What did you do with Tyler?" Caroline's face paled, her mouth dropped open.
"Why would you ask me that?" She whispered. "Did something happen? What's going on?" Silence fell around the room as it sunk in. Elena looked up at Damon with big, sad eyes. If Caroline hadn't moved him then that meant...
"He's gone, Care." Elena said softly. "His grave is disturbed and he's not in it."
"What?" She shrieked. She sunk down into a chair and covered her face. "That's not possible He was dead, you killed him! Oh, this is not good." She said glancing at Damon.
"No shit, Sherlock." He quipped sarcastically.
"We don't know anything yet." Alaric said, stepping into the middle of the room, he held up his hand. "Let's not jump to conclusions."
"It's not jumping to conclusions, Ric." Damon said, sitting down next to Elena, throwing his arm around her shoulders. "His body's gone. I already talked to Carol. She's not involved. Either he's alive or someone's playing a very nasty trick on us. I'm willing to go with the former."
"Well, what about Katherine? Would she be capable?" Jeremy offered.
"Katherine and Elijah are in Tahiti, last I heard. She wouldn't play this kind of trick." Damon sighed, he rubbed Elena's arm reassuringly. "You all should be safe in your own homes; he hasn't been invited into any of them as a vampire." Damon remarked. "Try and stay in pairs, he's less likely to attack if there's someone there who can put up a fight." He looked pointedly at Elena. "You can't stay here. You're not safe here."
"Neither are you." She whispered.
"I can handle myself." He told her, with a soft smile. "I'll probably stay at your house anyway, keep an eye out." He narrowed his eyes at Bonnie. "Sabrina, can we track him?"
"I can try." She said, glancing quickly at Jeremy. "I just have to run back to my house, get my Grimoire."
"See if you can use your witchy juju to determine a way to kill him too. Permanently." Damon stood. "I need to make a call. We can reconvene at the Gilbert house after you have more information. Class dismissed." Elena followed him into his study. She curled into his armchair in front of his desk, watched him as he scrolled through the contacts in his phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Elijah." Elena's perplexed look prompted an explanation. "He knows more than he let on. His warning to you in the basement meant something. I plan on finding out what it is." He hit dial, placed it on speaker and leaned against his desk. It went to voicemail. Shit. "Elijah. It's Damon. We have a problem. Call me." At Elena's pointed look the corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile and he added. "Please." She nodded and reached for his hand, squeezed. After ending the call, he squatted down in front of the chair she sat in. Running a hand lovingly over her face, he frowned. "He's going to come after you to get back at me." He whispered softly. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded sadly.
"I know. It's not me I'm worried about." She pressed her lips to his, coaxed a gentle kiss from him. He smiled at her. "Can we just crawl back into bed and pretend none of this ever happened?"
"God, I wish we could." He said. Standing up, he tugged on her hand. "C'mon. I need to pack a few things; we should get you over to your house." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, noted as they trekked up the stairs that the house had emptied out again. After throwing a few things into his bag plus a bottle of liquor or two, she grabbed her things and with one last forlorn glance at the bed they left his room.
As they trudged down the stairs, Damon looked longingly at the leather couches in the study. He stopped in the opening, stepped down. Elena frowned at him. He tugged her to him, dropped his bag. "What are you doing?" she asked, as he started unbuttoning her shirt…again.
"We should finish what we started here the other night. We're never going to have any privacy once we get to your house." He murmured, kicking off his boots. "And I hate to be the one to tell you this tesoro, because I love the noises you make but you're not exactly quiet." Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to dispute his comment when he kissed her. She melted into him and helped him pull his shirt over his head. He sat down on the couch, drew her onto his lap.
Framing his face with her hands she leaned forward drew his bottom lip into her mouth. His low growl was exactly what she was going for. She leaned back in his arms and grinned at him. "You're not exactly quiet yourself, Damon."
He chuckled softly in her ear, "Quieter than you." She shook her head with a smile, nuzzled his neck kissed her way up to his ear and nipped his earlobe lightly. Something she knew from the past 24 hours drove him absolutely insane. His moan was restrained, softer than the sounds he had made recently. "See?"
"Hmm, maybe when you're concentrating." She countered. A naughty idea popped into her head. "Let's see how it works when I do this."
Tyler glanced at the girl next to him. Her heart had stopped beating several hours ago. He didn't care to move her just yet. She was his third 'snack' since he'd woken up in his makeshift grave. He had lost to Damon, because Caroline had helped him! Caroline! The person he had trusted most in the whole group had betrayed him. Snapping her neck had been a temporary setback for her. Wouldn't harm her or have long lasting results at all! He had done her a favor, he had given her plausible deniability that she knew anything about his escape or plans to escape.
The next time he and Damon tangled, things would be different. Damon wouldn't have any help. It would be just the two of them; he'd make sure of it. And oh, the tables would be turned. He wouldn't let Damon get the upper hand; no he was going to make it slow and painful exactly how he had described the death of Mason. He'd rip his heart out. Apparently that wasn't enough to kill a hybrid and Tyler couldn't be happier about that. At least there was some kind of perks to this crap. But ripping out the heart of a plain old vampire? Instantaneous death.
First he had to come up with a plan. He'd separate Elena from the group; Damon was reckless when things happened to Elena. And a reckless Damon was a dead Damon.
Damon tucked Elena closer into his side. "Told ya." He murmured. Slightly irritated, she smacked his chest. He just laughed at her. "Fun experiment though. We should try it again soon." She scrunched up her nose at him. "Aw, someone's not a sore loser, are they?" He asked tickling the side of her stomach. She smacked him again, impervious to the tickling.
"We should go somewhere." She whispered softly, looking up at him with a smile. "Once all this is settled. Just leave for a couple of days turn off our phones…." She ran her hands through his hair, "what do you think?"
He kissed the tip of her nose, "I think that sounds amazing. Anywhere in particular?"
"Anywhere but here." She sighed.
A knock sounded on the front door and Elena tried to sit up. Problem was, Damon was still half lying on top of her. He frowned and stood, pulling his jeans back on. "What if it's Tyler?" She hissed, hurriedly buttoning her shirt back up. Damon grinned at her, chucked her chin.
"Not likely." He laughed. He walked over to the door. "Psychotic killers don't knock." He opened the door and stood there staring. Elena panicked. He whispered softly. "I stand corrected." Elena bee lined around the corner stopped inches from Damon. She reached out for him, needed something to hold onto. Her jaw dropped in shock.
"Stefan."
You all knew that was coming….so no real big cliffy there!
Ok, so question: Damon called her sweetheart before they were together and I want the change to reflect in the endearment. I don't want to use 'love' because it's just too Original-esque. I like babe or baby but it just doesn't seem very Damon. Tesoro means sweetheart or treasure in Italian. What do you think Damon would/should use? Do you like tesoro?
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