Wowow thanks for all the support guys. It really means a lot especially when you think less of yourself when someone hurts you.
Vie: That's exactly why I couldn't get back together with my ex. Try not to get too lost in the perfect, soul-mate cliche; most of the time it does more harm than good. But I completely understand shutting people out, its something we have to work through and I'm sure we'll get past it :) Your friend's situation is def suspect, but what does she want from her relationship? If its love I'm not sure she is going to get it from him in the way that she wants. If she wants to hold him accountable later on it might not end well. All you can do is be there for her through the good and bad.
On to the chapter!
Damon could hear the gentle lull of Hindu devotional music floating from inside Bonnie's house as he walked up her porch steps, and wrinkled his nose in response. He was never very good at meditation.
He had tried his hand at yoga when he was traveling with Sophia, but gave up after the first session and opted to watch the asses of the women in the class instead.
A lot of them didn't wear panties. A lot of them made sure he was watching. A lot of them came up to him when it was time to leave, even when Sophia was by his side. She didn't mind though…she'd even invite the prettiest ones back to wherever they were staying for drinks and an ménage-a-trois.
Damon sighed nostalgically and reached for the doorknob. The 70's were a great time to be alive. He would never go back, though. His past was all a mask for his unhappiness; distractions until he could be with that lying bitch Katherine again.
The days of chasing after someone who didn't care whether he lived or died was over now. He had become confident in himself and in his love, all thanks to one person.
He pushed open the front door and walked into the house.
There she was. The woman who had swept away any doubts that Damon could achieve happiness. Bonnie was sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by grimoires, jars of ingredients, candles, and bowls. Her hair was tied in a messy high bun now that it had grown back to its original length; thick strands framed her face sporadically, but only heightened the appeal of her heart shaped face.
Damon stopped in the entrance of the room and leaned against the wall, watching her recite a spell in front of a small potted plant, mesmerized by her beauty and craft.
The Latin she spoke in soft murmurs intermingled with the music and filled Damon's ears. Funnily enough, the music didn't bother him as much now.
The plant stirred, then started to shake. The branches shot out about a foot, and filled with leaves. Its roots cracked out of the clay pot and curled on the wood floor. The shaking stopped, and so did Bonnie.
Her eyes opened and she looked at her handiwork, unsurprised by the results but still pleased. Damon hadn't made a sound but she became aware of his presence and looked up at him. A dazzling smile spread across her face and she got up from the floor.
"I didn't hear you come in," she said as she brushed off her maxi skirt and made her way toward him.
Damon pulled her into his arms by her waist, pressing his face into her was perfect…this moment. Every moment he shared with Bonnie was perfect. She took over his entire vision. She was everything he ever wanted, and more. She was his missing piece. He never wanted to go back to a point in time where he wasn't with Bonnie.
She planted a kiss where his neck connected with his shoulder. He released her enough to kiss her lips, and then her cheek, and then her ear.
"You're in a good mood," she commented.
"I'm always in a good mood when I'm with you," Damon said against the crook of her neck.
She turned her head and caught his lips again. It was longer than the first, and when it was over she gave him two more small pecks. He wanted to go to bed with her. Not to have sex, but to just curl up beside her and soak up her warmth. He wanted her- all of her- all the time. Every second of every day, he craved everything to do with her: her touch, her voice, her love, her body, and her soul.
"You're too good at what you do, Damon Salvatore," she whispered against his lips. Her fingers were in his hair at the nape of his neck, as usual; he could feel his scalp warming underneath them.
"And what's that?" he asked.
Her lips enclosed around his for a split second. "Make me love you."
He felt his throat drying up as the thirst started to take over. He twirled them around and pushed her into the doorframe. "I want you to love me so much you can't breathe."
"Damon," she sighed. His warm, wet tongue dragged across her neck. Damon let it rest against the pressure of her pulse for a second before gently kissing the spot. "The only reason I breathe is because I love you so much."
"Oh, Bonnie." Hearing those words from those sweet lips made his mouth water uncontrollably. His blood pumped so loudly in his ears, and yet he still managed to catch her quickening heartbeat. "You make me so fucking hungry."
His thirst ran deeper than for the life source coursing through her veins. How was it that he loved this girl so much that he could want to kill her, and yet would follow her to the other side to reclaim her? His lips pulled back and released his fangs. He bit into her.
He drank enough to quell his hunger and lapped the few driblets that escaped Bonnie's fast closing punctures. She was sagging a little in his arms. He leaned back to look at her face. "You okay?"
Her eyes were closed, but Damon could see slow movements underneath her lids. She nodded unconvincingly. "Yeah. Just a little lightheaded."
She took a second, licking her lips and regaining her strength with Damon watched her closely the whole time. Her eyes popped open and she was back on her feet as if nothing happened.
She patted his chest when his forehead stayed creased. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I haven't eaten yet. I've been practicing all day."
Damon rolled his eyes. It was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He decided to stay on the subject of her magic since it was clearly more important and he could whip up something quick for her to eat a little later. "How far have you gotten?" he asked.
"Well…"
The lights flickered on and off, he could hear water running in the kitchen and bathrooms, the candles lit up, and random grimoires floated off the floor. Bonnie reached out her hand behind Damon's head and brought it back holding a glass of water. Everything that was happening stopped. She sipped the drink, watching Damon.
He smirked and folded his arms. "So you're back to being a baby witch."
She shrugged and took his hand to lead him back to her original spot. "Want to help me pick a spell to do? Ritualistic only."
Damon hummed and plopped onto the couch after stacking a few grimoires that were scattered on and around the seat onto the floor. "This place is a mess," he said.
"Shut up." Bonnie sat back on the floor, crossed her legs Indian style, and continued to drink the water.
Damon chuckled and flipped through one of the grimoires he picked off his stack. The original writing had been in Japanese, but he could recognize Bonnie's slanted hand writing in the translations squashed in the empty spaces of the pages.
"There was a spell to learn different languages that I used when I was…traveling," she informed him, knowing that he was about to ask about it.
He offered an impressed frown, and kept searching. Then he found the perfect spell. He remained straight-faced and composed as he handed the book to Bonnie, but a devilish grin stretched out on his face when her eyebrows shot up on her forehead.
Bonnie glared at him. "You're joking, right? A sex spell?"
He expected this sort of reaction out of her. All she needed was some convincing. "It could be fun. Read about the spell."
She huffed. "Is sex all you think about?"
"You're not even reading the damn spell."
"How could I with this crazy erotic drawing in the middle of the page?" She twisted her face in distaste and turned the book this way and that as if she were deciphering a puzzle. "What the hell kind of position is this, anyways? Why is the whole room on fire?"
"Bonnie." She was so annoying. Annoyingly cute with the way she scrunched up her face that way.
"Okay, okay." She cleared her throat. "Links two lovers physically…only when touching…ensures satisfaction for anyone involved." She was silent for a few moments then looked up at him. "Are you trying to tell me you're unsatisfied?"
"Oh I'm very satisfied, 100%," he said leisurely with his smirk still plastered on his face. "But we can still make it 200%. Double the fun." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She shook her head in amusement and looked back down at the spell. "Applewood…doesn't your cologne use applewood?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Its used in this spell…it intensifies visions and apples are used in love potions." She looked back up at him with a quirked eyebrow.
"Ooooh, right." He snapped his fingers for good measure. "I forgot why I had that witch make me a self-filling bottle. Helped with compulsion."
"And?"
"And you know what else." He shrugged. "Sex."
"Mhm." She snapped the grimoire closed and tossed it into Damon's lap.
He scoffed incredulously. "You're not seriously going to hold it against me."
"I'm not. I'm helping you. You know what they say about too much of a good thing and clearly you've had enough sex to last you until the end of the time."
Damon didn't miss the way Bonnie's eyebrows pulled down slightly, or the agitated shake of her thigh. Any irritation he felt dissipated when he realized she was jealous. He was so pleased he felt like laughing out loud. "Okay, judgey. By the look of this room I'd say you've done enough practicing. Ready for some sparring?"
"I don't think so."
He was in front of her as soon as she got to her feet. She didn't flinch and she didn't retreat from him. She looked tired as they locked gazes…afraid. But it was past time that she became one with her magic again, and her fear was holding her back.
"Don't run away," he said. He reached out to her, lightly grabbed her elbow and slid his hand down to hers. "You can do this."
She closed the minuscule amount of distance between them and rested her head on his shoulder. The flyaway hairs of her bun tickled the side of his face.
"You're not giving me a choice are you?"
"No, I'm not," he replied. "But when have you ever done anything you didn't want to do, especially if I asked you to do it."
He knew her better than anyone now. He knew that she wanted nothing more to start using magic like before again. He knew that the little squeeze she gave his hand was because he was right, because she did want to get out of the house and away from a spellbook, and because she couldn't do it alone.
"First of all," she started. She leaned back a bit and had to crane her head all the way up to look at his face; the left corner of her lip quirked up a bit despite the apprehension still shining in her eyes. "You never ask me to do anything."
"So there've been a few missing inflections…"
She tucked their entwined hands underneath her chin and said, "And the magic word please, too."
Damon couldn't look away from those big green eyes. "Well…I've said thank you before."
"Mmm yes." She kissed his knuckles and set her chin on them once again. Damon couldn't help the way his heart swelled at her affection. "How could I forget that?"
She giggled when he flicked her nose with his free hand then stood on her toes to kiss him. He followed her back down to her original height and rested their foreheads together when he finally let her lips go.
He almost forgot what they had been discussing when she finally relented. "Fine. I'll do it."
The evening air was crisp, making their breaths billow out in white puffs. Patches of snow slowly melted throughout the area. Now that they were out in the open of the woods, a sense of unease blossomed in Damon's chest, but he pushed through it.
Bonnie hadn't; she kept to her usual tricks- throwing him back from her, projectiles, disappearing in a tornado of leaves, and others.
He jumped away from a hurtling stone and skidded across the damp forest floor. "Come on, Bonnie! I've seen this all before…show me something new! You have to push yourself. How are you going to run when you keep crawling?"
He darted at her again. She ducked from his attack and squeaked when she was almost hit by him. She rolled away and was back on her feet, sending a spear of snow at him that he easily dodged.
"Sloppy, Bonnie. Do better!"
He was relentless in his attacks. He was on her again and managed to grab her by her shoulders. He pushed her toward the floor and they were fast falling to the ground, but her back never truly hit the floor as she phased through it. Damon jumped back to his feet as soon as his hands touched the cold floor.
Bonnie stood 100 feet away, readying her magic, finally ready to stop playing it safe. Damon could feel the magic filling the air, gathering around Bonnie. The band in her hair snapped, freeing her raven locks.
The sky and trees blurred and all he could see was her. The hair on his arms raised and he could feel his fight-or-flight response take over his blood and reveal his vampiric features. A piece of magic, more physical than the other clusters being called to Bonnie, nicked his cheek and drew blood.
He broke out of his trance and ran at her.
He was 50 feet away, cold winds harsh against his face, when Bonnie's face twisted in obvious pain. A scream erupted from her lips and she reached for Damon with one hand while the other clutched her skull.
Suddenly, Damon was running to Bonnie instead of at her. Her knees buckled and she fell into his hard chest, clutching his shirt.
Damon's eyes were wide with worry as he pushed her hair out of her face. "Bonnie! What's wrong? What's happening?"
She could only gasp in pain. Damon kept shouting her name, trying to get her to tell him what was wrong, nearly in hysterics as she started convulsing and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
One of the most frustrating things about writing is I envision facial expressions that I can't describe! Gahhh! Like how do I describe this face :/ with words?
Effervescent got updated earlier today and I read it in the back of class and I was just like WTF and now I'm afraid you guys will think I'm copying her. I'm not Shia I don't want to plagiarize! I almost didn't post today. Like how much of a coincidence is it omg I'm pretty upset please don't think so little of me.
I hope you follow me until the end. xoxoxoxoxo