Love Against Fate

Chapter 25- Broken Promises

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Damon's P.O.V (When Bonnie was in Detention after they hung up)

I hummed as I emptied the last Chinese take out carton into a bowl. I threw the box away, before pulling out two glasses and a bottle of white wine. I was sure Bonnie didn't drink, but maybe she would like a taste or something. If she didn't, then there was orange juice in the fridge. I had gone to the supermarket to make sure of it. I smiled as I thought of Bonnie. She filled me with such happiness, making me forget all the anger, angst and misery I'd felt after I found out Katherine wasn't in the tomb. That bitch didn't even love us enough to come back after she got out of the burning tomb.

I pushed away thoughts of Katherine, and instead focused on lighting some candles. They gave the room a romantic touch, and I hoped Bonnie would like them- and not burn the whole house. I laughed to myself a little as I set the last candles on the table.

I then looked around, smiling in satisfaction. Dinner was ready, and all I needed was for Bonnie to come. I looked down at my clothes, realizing I hadn't changed since last night. I hurried upstairs, looking at my watch. I hoped that Bonnie wouldn't come while I was still getting dressed.

I changed quickly into some black jeans, identical to the ones I had been wearing before in color and style. I was about to put on another black shirt when I decided to wear a different colored t-shirt. What was Bonnie's favorite color? I couldn't remember. I was puzzling between a green and a blue one, when I heard a sound behind me.

I turned to find Elena standing there, smiling a little. "I think you should go for the green. It's the color of her eyes right?" She asked, pointing to the green one.

I shrugged, "Good idea," I pointed out, putting it on quickly.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you Stefan and the rest of them hanging out at the Grill?" I asked Elena as I slipped on the shirt.

She shrugged, "Stefan told me to come get something from here. His cologne or something," she trailed off, her eyes scanning the room.

I groaned, "Oh yeah, that Hugo Boss one. Dammit he can't go anywhere without it," I murmured, fastening some buttons.

Elena got closer, chuckling a little, "Yeah," She murmured. "Want some help with those?" She gestured to the buttons and I shrugged.

I let her fasten up the rest of the buttons and instead, I ran a brush through my hair quickly. I looked back to Elena to find her done, but she was looking at me with a peculiar expression; speculating and as if she was taking in every single detail about me.

"How did you get in anyway?" I asked, spraying myself with some cologne, and putting away the bottle.

"The door was unlocked," she explained, looking straight into my eyes with her brown ones. Why was she acting so weird?

"Well, I have to go down now. Bonnie's coming," I explained, starting for the door.

Elena pulled me back, "Wait for a second," She murmured, in a way that if it hadn't been Elena, I would have thought was flirty.

"What?" I asked her, hearing some sounds outside.

Suddenly Elena pulled me close to her and she was kissing me with all her might. She held me closer, wrapping her hands around in my hair. I tried to pull away, but her hold on me was strong. Too strong. And soon I gave in to her, too tired to fight against her. I heard a gasp, but Elena was in front of me so I couldn't see who it was. I heard someone trip and I pushed Elena away, with one strong push. It was Bonnie, a sad expression on her face. Anger, confusion, misery and surprise were mixed into it too.

"Bonnie?" I cried, following her out of the room. Elena didn't follow. I followed Bonnie outside. She was running, tears streaming down her face and the sad expression her face, it made my heart break.

Bonnie's P.O.V

"Damon?" I asked, looking around. I threw my bag down and went into the kitchen. No sign of him there either. I sighed, heading upstairs. Where the hell was he? I hurried towards his room and knocked once, but there was no reply.

After the second knock, I pushed the door open. I looked around, gasping. Damon was in the room alright. He was making out with Elena.

I gasped, taking in the scene. Neither of them looked up. How? Elena? Damon? Why? I thought to myself. Why would my best friend do that to me? Why would Damon do that to me? I honestly thought he cared. For once, I thought that he actually cared about something. About me. I thought we had something special. And I thought Damon felt the same way. Guess I was just another play thing to him.

I felt a tear make its way out of my eye, so I whirled and started out of the room, hoping they wouldn't notice me. I would leave them be. I didn't care anymore. I just thought that Elena- my friend since kindergarten- would care about my feelings and Stefan's… Damon, I could understand. I should never have expected him to like me as much as I liked him. I think I might have even loved him. I cursed under my breath as I tripped over a stack of books. I was always clumsy when I was upset.

"Bonnie?" I heard Damon ask, but I was already running out of the room. The way his voice sounded made me very sad and mad. He sound made me feel very nostalgic and reminded me of the happy times we'd spent together. Tears started coming faster and I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I ran faster, grabbing my bag from the living room and starting outside. It was a long walk back, but I needed it to think. To clear my mind. To stop crying.

Suddenly he was there in front of me. Wet black hair, sparkling blue eyes and in all his glory. "Bonnie," He cried, trying to take my hand.

I pushed away from him though all I wanted was for him to hold me close, but I ignored him, not saying anything. I edged past him and started down the road. He followed me. "Bonnie, you don't understand…" He was saying, trying to meet my eyes.

I ignored him, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks. He leaned towards me and wiped a couple off with his fingers. The sensation was so sweet it made me sadder and madder. "Get off me," I hissed, injecting as much coldness into my voice as I could muster. Which wasn't a lot.

"Bonnie, I didn't do anything. Elena forced herself on me for some reason," Damon put his arm on my shoulder and stroked gently, sending chemical reactions through my body. Stupid hormones, I thought to myself.

I shrugged him off, "You kissed her back Damon. I should have known that I was nothing special to you. You don't care about anyone," I spat at him.

He looked upset, "I care about you," He whispered, tilting my chin up so that I was gazing into his ice blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes I had seen so much of lately.

I looked away feeling a sear of pain rush through my body; especially towards my chest and my broken heart, "You have a funny way of showing it. Kissing my best friend," I felt a surge of madness as I remembered their image.

I pushed away from him, but he held onto my arm tightly. I tugged, but he wouldn't let go. "It wasn't my fault; she's the one who…"

"She's the one who what? You were kissing her back Damon," I accused, folding my arms across my chest. My cheeks were wet and the tears were still coming.

"Bonnie, it was a natural reaction and besides I pushed her away," He explained, sounding desperate.

I nodded, "Sure Damon. Because Elena is so perfect you can't resist her r-r-right? I was always number 2, I always have been," The tears were clouding my vision now, making it hard for me to see Damon. And I didn't want to.

Damon sighed, "I don't like Elena that way. You have to believe me," He muttered.

"I t-t-trusted you Damon. And the moment I turned my back you were making out with other girls. And not just any girl; m-m-my best friend," I was crying now. Full out crying.

"Don't cry. I swear I don't feel anything towards Elena," He told me, sounding sincere.

"Damon, I don't believe you," I whispered, wiping my eyes just as a car pulled up beside us.

The driver lowered the window and peered out at us. "Bonnie?" He asked. I recognized it as Matt.

I didn't say anything; just let the tears drip down my face. Matt got out of the car, looking mad.

"What did you do to her?" He demanded, stepping right next to Damon's face. He was almost as tall as him now.

Damon didn't reply. I sighed, "Let's go Matt," I muttered, pulling on his arm.

Matt glared at Damon one last time before taking my hand and leading me back towards the car.

"Bonnie!" Damon called after me.

I got into the car and fastened my seatbelt, looking the other way.

"Bonnie! I care about you!" Damon shouted, coming close to my window.

I looked towards Matt, feeling fresh tears sprout in my eyes. "Step on it," I murmured, and Matt did.

Soon we were speeding down the road, towards my house. I leaned forward, and gave in to my tears. I was crying not just for Damon and my broken bond, but for all the girls who had been cheated on with someone they love. I had never loved anyone, but it was different with Damon. It was special. Even though we weren't technically supposed to be together, it worked. And I was closer to him than I had been to any guy I'd dated before. Too bad it had to end.

I didn't realize when Matt pulled up in front of my house. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, a kind look on his face. "What happened, Bonnie? Why are you crying?" He whispered, in a sympathetic voice. Matt had always been a good friend; like an older brother you can rely on. Caroline really had it good with him.

I didn't reply, instead I leaned against him, letting warm fresh tears stream down my face. He handed me tissues and I took them, thankfully. I wiped my eyes which I was sure were red and my mascara must be dripping.

"Did he hurt you?" Matt asked again. He was trying so hard to be nice.

I shook my head, "Not physically," I whispered, my voice shaky and fragile from all the crying.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Matt replied, sympathy shining in his blue eyes.

I shook my head, "Not really. Thanks for the ride Matt," I murmured, and with that I got out of the car and started towards the house.

I was drenched as soon as I got out of car. I realized it was raining and with a cynical chuckle, I realized that I was the reason of the rain; my endless crying that is. I watched Matt's car pull out of the driveway and I waved at him, feeling broken inside.

I rang the doorbell, and mom opened the door. She looked alarmed as she took in my expression. "Baby!" She exclaimed, holding her arms out.

I just kept on crying, and I fell into her arms. Soon she was holding me close, caressing my hair and kissing it lightly. I hugged her back and she closed the door. I followed her into the living room and she sat me down on the loveseat.

"Best remedy for a broken heart; carrot and coriander soup," She murmured, stroking my cheek and starting towards the kitchen.

"How do you kn-?" I started weakly, but mom cut me off.

"Mom's intuition," She smiled at me slyly, before winking and heading into the kitchen. I sighed, sinking into the seat thinking of broken hearts, broken bonds and broken promises.

Damon's P.O.V

I followed the car. It was easy for me slinking in the shadows. I felt a pull to Bonnie. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her and tell her that I loved her. Because it was true, I realized. I did love her. And she thought I liked Elena? I didn't even know why Elena was kissing me? I'd have to settle that with her later…

I watched as Matt pulled the car into her driveway. From the window I could see she was crying like Niagara Falls. The sight made my dead heart break again. I had caused her hurt. She was the person I cared about most in this entire goddamned world and I had hurt her. Not psychically, but emotionally. I had broken her heart, and with that I had broken my own at the same time. The expression on her face confirmed that what I was saying was true. I hadn't seen her this grief-ridden since her Grams died.

She had to believe me. That kiss meant nothing. I didn't even want to kiss Elena. I didn't care about her in the slightest; at least not in that way. Bonnie and I shared a special connection, and I wasn't just talking about the blood bond we had shared. I had never felt this way around Katherine. Bonnie was not as conceited nor mean as Katherine had been. She would never leave me and not come back.

I watched as Bonnie got out of the car and started towards the door. She waved at Mutt, before he pulled out of the driveway. She knocked on the door and then collapsed into her mothers arms. How much I would give to be Melissa Bennett at that moment? To hold Bonnie and kiss her hair and comfort her. I sighed as she headed with her mom into the house and I realized dejectedly that I had broken my promise to Bonnie. I had promised that I'd never hurt her and I'd protect her from everything yet that was what exactly had happened. I'd broken her heart and now she never wanted to see me again.

What am I to do? I decided to wait a while before knocking on the door and trying again to talk to her. It was the only chance I had to ever be happy again with my little witch.

Bonnie's P.O.V

"This is great, mom," I murmured, sipping on the soup she had just made. It was one of her vegetarian things but it actually didn't taste that bad.

"Carrot and Coriander soup has always been my favorite," She explained, putting her arm around me.

I smiled a little and mom smiled back. "Does it make you feel a little better?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it makes me feel all warm inside," I murmured. The way Damon made me feel.

Mom grinned, sipping on her own mug. "That means it's working," She cried, looking happy.

I shrugged, "Maybe," Then why did I still feel a searing pain in my heart whenever I thought of Damon or whenever mom mentioned something beginning with the letter D?

"I know you don't really want to talk about it, but don't you at least want to vent a little?" Mom asked, her green eyes sparkling excitedly.

I shook my head, "I don't really want to talk about it. I think I'm going to go to bed," I murmured, dumping the mug which was still half full on the coffee table.

Mom sighed, "Oh baby. He doesn't deserve you," She whispered.

"He does," I replied automatically.

Mom smiled, "Nobody who hurt you this bad should be worth you, my dear," She explained.

I sighed and didn't say anything. Damon. Damon. Damon. Damon. My heart was beating with his name. Since when did I get so obsessed with him?

"Well, good night then. I have to go visit Carol for our girls night out and I will probably be back late or maybe tomorrow morning. I could cancel I guess," Mom trailed off.

I shook my head, "No! Go have fun, I'm feeling better," I muttered.

"Are you sure, baby?" She asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I nodded, "Positive," I replied, looking away.

Mom shrugged, "If you're so sure," She carried our mugs into the kitchen and then grabbed her purse.

She kissed me on the cheek lightly, before heading for the door. "I'll call you," She cried, and I nodded, watching her leave.

I locked the door behind her, and headed into the kitchen to wash the dishes. At least it would distract me a little. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, so I wanted to spend as much time doing anything not Damon related so I could prolong the time before I'd be forced to think about him again.

When I was done, I cleaned the kitchen counters making sure they were all shiny and dirt free. Then I put away all the dishes I had washed, wiped my hands on the kitchen towel, before heading upstairs to my room.

I changed quickly into some pajamas, brushed my teeth quickly and got into bed. I tucked myself under the covers and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly. But when I closed my eyes I only saw a pale face with glittering light blue eyes, framed with messy black hair.

I sighed, opening my eyes and sitting up. I gasped as I looked towards the window and Damon was sitting on the ledge outside. He had a sad expression on his face.

"Open," He mouthed, pointing towards the window.

I shook my head, turning the other way.

I heard a scratching noise so I turned back, horrified to find him standing there, about to fall. I gasped, flinging open the window knowing I would regret it later. I jumped back onto my bed and looked at him.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my tone cool. My heart melted as I took in his brilliantly ice blue eyes focused on mine.

Damon sighed, "You know what I want. I want you to believe me," He started, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

When I didn't say anything, he continued. "I was just getting dressed when Elena came and she was talking to me and then suddenly she was kissing me for no reason at all. It didn't mean anything to me," He was pleading now.

I sighed, "Why should I believe you?" I murmured.

"Because I l-care about you," Damon explained.

"Please leave me to think. You broke your promise and you know it," My voice was indifferent, even though I was being torn apart inside.

Damon sighed, "I'm sorry Bonnie. What do you want me to do?" He asked, sounding distressed.

"I want you to leave me to think. I might talk to you tomorrow," I explained, quietly.

Damon nodded, "Are you sure you want me to leave?" He whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, "Yes please," I murmured.

"Okay," Damon started out of the window, then turned back.

"Bonnie?" He asked, sounding almost hesitant.

"Hmm?" I questioned, wanting him to leave before I started to cry.

"I l-wanted to tell you Sweet Dreams," Damon murmured.

"To you too," I replied, and with that, he shot me one last look of anguish before jumping out of the window. I locked it, gazing after him. And as I watched him head down the street, a sad look on his face, I could have sworn my heart broke again.

A/N: Hey! So that was chapter 25… I hope you guys really enjoyed it and I'll try to update soon…

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