A LOT OF LOVE A LOT OF BLOOD Chapter 25
Title: A lot of Love A lot of Blood
Rating: Mature R
Soundtrack:
Let Go : Frou Frou
Let's Get Lost: Beck & Bat for lashes
A/N: For those of you who didn't read the book, Damon and Stefan both had enough power to literally change their form. Stefan was a falcon, and Damon was a crow. My fiction will be following those exampled. On the show I'm pretty sure he just "Controlled" a crow. Also if you read Bonnie talking about "Beatrice". It's the name she's placed on her darker side.
Let Go
Coming to perch on a tree near her bedroom window Damon pondered the darkened quietness of the house. Shouldn't there be giggling and pillow fighting commencing about now? He had given them a good two hours to get lively. Seeing a distraught looking Bonnie enter the room and collapse onto her bed he knew something must've gone awry.
"What happened?" He asked suddenly beside her.
"Girls night was a total bust," She moaned rolling on to her back and placing her wrist across her forehead.
"Let me guess, buzz kill?" He asked dryly.
Smirking she nodded before launching into her tale.
"How could she think it'd be better to just give up after everything we've all been through?"
"Fear is a powerful thing little witch," He said almost feeling sorry for the little doppelganger. It had to be hard to fall off the pedestal everyone held you on at such an alarming speed.
"That's such a cop out! Wasn't she scared before when she was rushing off into the face of danger and sending everyone scrambling to save her!" She roared green eyes blazing as the loose items around room around them began to vibrate.
"Maybe you should tone it down Sabrina," He teased lightly.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm tired of being calm!" She huffed suddenly on her feet and pacing back and forth like a human pinball thanks to her enhanced speed.
Feeling her temperature rise as her anger burned brightly she felt her defenses slowly begin to slip. Things were finally catching up with her; being attacked by Mason, finding out she was connected to the curse, dodging Katherine at every turn, swapping blood with Damon; and now this thing with Elena. She longed for the days when she was just a normal teenager. The room began to seem small and confined and she could think about was feeling fresh air on her skin.
"Where are you going?" Damon asked appearing beside her as she reached the door.
"I have to get out of here," she rasped pulling at the neck of her shirt as her vision began to grow hazy and her skin began to feel like it was on fire.
Recognizing the phenomena for what it was he reacted swiftly. The dance they did was different now that the hate was gone. He was her ally in a war, and in some ways the only teacher she had. He understood the darkness that came with great power and that razor sharp edge you had to walk at all times. It bonded them in a way neither was ready to acknowledge or examine too closely
"I have you," He said suddenly lifting her off her feet and sprinted off.
Placing her gingerly on the forest floor he moved back to watch as she shed the skin of her old life. Her body was acclimating. There was no true change without some sort of pain, but she was strong, she would be able to conquer it.
Rising on to her knees Bonnie felt the magic being ripped from her body by an unseen hand. Howling in response to the pain she placed a hand on her aching chest, forcing air down her lungs as the pain came and went in waves. Bending over she placed her hands on the soil to support her body as she wretched. It felt like every last bit of power was being taken from her body. Spent as the power drain ended she rested her heated forehead against the cool grass relishing the comfort she found in the earth.
Snapping to a sitting position like a marionette on strings she opened her mouth to scream only to be silenced when the backlash of power filled her mouth and her body. Hanging her head against the onslaught as the heavens opened up above her she trembled as the power filled her to the brim and spilled over in the form of lighting reigning down around her. Sensing the darkness threaten to creep in to her thoughts she slammed down her magical barriers and found her recently gained confidence.
"You will not control me," She growled rejoicing in her victory and transformation.
Throwing her head back she reveled in the rain water that caressed her face, experiencing the lighting caressing her finger tips as the energy sparkled over her body. Everyone broke, but it was the rebuild that mattered most; and as she wielded the elements she remembered the joy that came with her craft and knew she'd be better for it.
He watched her purge every bit of magic she possessed dry heaving, shaking, and crying as she fought the darkness for control; and he thought it had been beautiful. The fear, the hesitation, and the uncertainty were gone. The Bonnie that turned to him and smirked with full lips and gleaming eyes was not the same teenager he'd carried into the woods.
"Maybe I should have listened to you when you told me to calm down," She teased making his jaw threaten to drop when she made the rain stop with a flick of her wrist.
"Cat got your tongue?" She taunted making him clear his throat.
"More like a witch," He purred giving her a once over. If her blood had called to him before, now it sung a sirens song.
There was a new sensuality in her movements and as she walked towards him he felt himself harden. All that power and beauty wrapped in a young supple body so ripe for the taking was an aphrodisiac.
"You wish," She shot back pausing to look at him with thoughtful eyes.
"How do you stand it?" She whispered making him arch an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Stand what?" He asked falling in step beside her as they slowly made their way back to her home.
"Being so cold all the time; this power, it burns cold," She said studying his face as he nodded slowly.
When he was serious his face took on a different look all together. Something less arrogant and more sincere; it was the face she imagined he'd worn as a human. A part of her wished it was a face she saw regularly, but another part knew it would only make the temptation worse.
She'd been dreaming off him since the blood exchange. Dreaming of the man he once was; a southern gentleman untouched by vampires, bitterness, and jealousy as he stood for what he believed in. He'd dreamed of falling in love, having a family and being enough for just one person. He was a modern day tragedy and she hated it. Hated seeing him in that light because it made it harder to keep from caring.
"That coldness is the price we pay, I combat it with the burn of whiskey and warm bodies, but you have to pick your own poison," he replied telling her in not so many words she needed to stay balanced.
Scarily enough she felt like she understood Damon better than ever before; and maybe even liked him more than she should.
"Since you didn't get to have fun earlier, what do you say we have some of our own? " He asked turning to challenge her with wicked azure eyes that promised her whatever she was willing to take.
"What kind of fun?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, just for tonight it doesn't," She agreed smiling softly as they reached her home.
"First things first, we have to change, and since I'm running the things I get to pick your outfit," he said as they parted ways to get dressed.
40 minutes later
Clad in a sparkly black tank dress and stilettos Bonnie put the finishing touch on her cascade of curls and realized she was excited for whatever Damon had planned. She'd been fighting tooth and nail against the attraction that existed between them, but tonight she was going to let go.
"That looks even better actually on, than it did in my mind," Damon purred offering her a fluted glass as she stepped into the living room.
"Thanks, you're looking quite scrumptious yourself," She drawled accepting the drink as she gave him a heated once over. He was dressed to impress in form fitting black jeans and a black Armani button down.
"Not a phrase I'd expect you to use."
"Let's blame it on the blood, and recent bad influenced," She suggested downing the drink in one swift gulp. "Are we going or what?"
"I thought you might need some warming up, but I stand corrected." He amended wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to his car.
A/n: I know this was on the short side, but no matter how hard I tried I could not make this longer. I really felt like this was the end of one scene and I needed to start fresh for the next scene. Don't worry I'm not going to leave you hanging, it'll tell the story of what happened next with Bamon. :D