A/N: Hello loves. You know when you have an abundance of feels attacking you from every angle it gets a little difficult to decide which Bamon story to update. So here we go. This chapter is kind of short, especially for me, but the air conditioning went out, had to be repaired so writing while sweating just makes it hard to be creative. Hopefully this update will still be entertaining. And to the reviewer who asked about Charlotte, no I haven't forgotten about her. Because of the many storylines I have going in this story I'm holding off in bringing her in until I get some other things resolved. Enjoy you guys!
Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property of LJ Smith and The CW. No copyright infringement is intended.
His fucking family dropped like flies. He felt it. A stab to the heart like quicksilver, and though he only stumbled on his feet a little, Klaus knew something terrible and nearly fatal had happened to his kin.
That's why he charged through Mystic Grill like a silver back gorilla on the loose looking for the ones he suspected. He found the sarcastically smiling younger Salvatore over by the pool tables trying to hustle one of those high school dweebs out of his allowance. Stepping on toes, elbowing his way through the crowd who, after taking one look at his severely snarling face, gave him a wide berth and promptly got the hell out of the way, Klaus marched forth like the hounds of hell were after him.
Stefan's shoulder was nearly turned into dust at the pressure Klaus used in spinning him around to face him. Then his feet cleared the floor, a meaty hand wrapped like bands around his neck, strangling him mercilessly.
Klaus enunciated his question through gritted teeth. "What have you done to my family?"
Stefan, clawing at Klaus' hand and choking managed to get out, "…w-what…n-nothing…"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!"
Elena who stopped to pick up some late dinner, rushed over to intervene. "What are you doing? Put him down, Klaus!"
The pissed off hybrid ignored the doppelganger and was seconds from flinging Stefan around like a rag doll before pulling off his arms, legs, and head.
"I know the lot of you planned something tonight! My siblings have been staked in the heart. I felt it, I still feel it. They aren't dead but I'm sure they're very much on their way to being dead. Where is Damon? Where does he have them?!"
"No one is trying to kill you or your family, Klaus. There is no plan!" Elena wailed hysterically.
"Bullshit," he spat. Too bad Stefan was immortal because Klaus couldn't enjoy watching his face change colors like a human's would, but he could get some enjoyment out of the fact Stefan's eyes were rolling into the back of his head while a fat vein bulged from the center of his forehead. Still it wasn't enough to appease his boiling rage that these assholes would make another attempt on his family.
"Hey!"
Klaus looked over his shoulder and saw it was Sheriff Forbes and her weapon was drawn and aimed right at him.
"Let him go, Klaus. This will be your only warning."
The man in question snorted, lips shriveled in displeasure, and looked around at all the horrified faces that were watching him behave like an unhinged lunatic with amazing superhuman strength. He gave Stefan's neck one final head popping squeeze before releasing him.
Stefan plummeted to the ground with a horrifying thud, grabbing and massaging his sore neck, coughing and cursing and unable to get to his feet. Elena was beside him in a second, petting him, and asking him stupidly if he were all right. No! He wasn't all right. He had just been emasculated and humiliated in front of a live studio audience, and there was nothing he could do about it. He glared up at Klaus.
Klaus smooth down his shirt and turned to face Liz looking the picture of calm rationality. He offered up a tight-lipped smile though death clearly shined through his sea-blue eyes. He strolled past the Sheriff smelling her tension and aggravation from a mile away. She was wound so tight, Klaus wouldn't be surprised if she fractured if he merely tapped her on the shoulder.
Not offering up a conciliatory apology or any words of warning, Klaus left the restaurant in a flourish to resume his search for his siblings. He should take their silence as a vacation from his life, but unfortunately their lives were still bound together and as long as they remained connected, and someone had a white oak stake and thrust it inside one of their hearts, he would perish right along with them.
It was time to collect the witch to undo what his mother had done.
Once he was gone from sight, Stefan pushed himself up to his feet. Liz holstered her weapon and told everyone to carry on with their business and return to their meals. She approached the irritated and vengeful looking vampire.
"You okay?" Liz asked.
"I'll be fine," Stefan cleared his throat wanting something strong to drink.
"What was that all about?"
Stefan shrugged. "Must be his time of the month. I don't know, Liz. He just came charging in here, jacked me up, and accused me of doing something to his family. And I'll tell you right now I haven't laid eyes on any member of the Mikaelson cult in days."
Liz nodded. "I guess you might want to call Damon and tell him to be on the lookout for Klaus who appears to be on the warpath. You two be careful."
"You too, Sheriff Forbes," Elena added.
The first thing Bonnie noticed was that they were back at the boardinghouse. After dressing in the ridiculously expensive yet tastefully chic dress Damon had purchased for her, they piled into his Caramo, and Damon said, "Close your eyes."
Bonnie pursed her lips but then did as requested. Closed off one of her major senses and sat back against the seat feeling the motion of the car as it cruised over the asphalt. Bonnie knew that Damon literally drove around the block before heading back to the Salvatore manor, and that made her frown. Had he forgotten something?
"Keep those eyes closed, Judgy," Damon warned as he parked, then vampire sped to Bonnie's side of the car where he pulled her out and, holding her by the hand, led her to the back of the property.
Bonnie didn't know if Damon was being ingenious, romantic, or cheap. Maybe a combination of all those things. Nevertheless, she held his hand in a vice-like grip, the stems of her platform stilettos sinking into the grass. There was a nosy owl whooing in the background, bugs flew and buzzed unnecessarily close to her ears, the smell of the woods seemed be stronger and more potent with her eyes closed. Ideally, being outside was Bonnie in her natural habitat. All of her senses were tuned into the life that vibrated around her. Bonnie felt life in the air, in the grass, the trees, and the atmosphere was practically waiting for her to manipulate it.
"All right," Damon stopped walking and then circled around Bonnie until he stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested the bottom of his chin on her shoulder. This position thrust him back to when they danced together at the 60's Decades Dance, one of the few times he and Bonnie actually got along and were on the same wavelength for once. What seemed like a lifetime ago was realistically just months ago. "You can open your eyes."
"Kiss me first."
Damon couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his face as he lowered his head while Bonnie craned hers backwards, their lips meeting in the middle igniting the flame that never fully went out between them. There was a shift in wind velocity as nature responded to their chemistry, to their own special brand of heat where clothes never seemed to survive or have a long shelf life where they were concerned. If Damon had his way he'd keep Bonnie naked all the time, though that would pose a problem considering Stefan was constantly around acting like he lived at the boardinghouse. Definitely didn't want his little bro lusting after his woman, well more than Stefan presumably already did.
He was going to have to have a talk with Stefan.
Damon didn't think Bonnie could be this affectionate. Sure back when they first met she was cold towards him, and he could own up to the fact he hadn't done himself any favors with earning her trust or respect. But that was all in the past. They have moved way beyond merely tolerating the other's presence because they shared a mutual goal.
As he devoured Bonnie's lips with relish and she returned his kiss fervently, the blood in his body headed south while his pole began to rise north. Damon wanted to count his blessings that he finally had someone of his own he could love explicitly.
Love.
Damon's eyes popped open and his lips stilled against Bonnie's who murmured in complaint.
"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.
Damon cleared his throat. The way he was beginning to feel about Bonnie was transcending what he felt for Katherine and definitely eclipsed what he felt for Elena. Love? Was he ready to put himself out there like that again?
"Nothing. Feast your eyes on your…feast," he chortled and motioned with his head for Bonnie to take a look at his handiwork.
Bonnie turned her attention to what Damon was staring at and she smiled. Less than ten feet away there was a candlelight picnic waiting for her. Plaid blanket spread out on the ground, one bottle of some French merlot the other bottle was Dom Perignon, and a pizza box waited to be consumed.
Kicking off her shoes, Bonnie sauntered to the blanket and sat down. Damon joined her and reached for the champagne and popped the cork while Bonnie opened up the pizza box to see what laid inside.
"Pepperoni, green peppers, and is that Canadian bacon?"
"Yup, dig in," Damon widened his eyes and naturally went for the largest slice in the box.
"So this is your 'someplace nice'?" Bonnie removed a slice of pizza from the box and grabbed a napkin. Damon seemingly forgot to bring plates. "How did you manage to get a reservation?" she teased.
Damon chuckled lowly. "I had to bribe the owner with my weight in gold. Even you have to admit that nothing beats eating underneath the stars."
Bonnie could admit that Damon had a point and really it was perfect. She wasn't used to fine dinning being she was only eighteen and all and wasn't a member of some royal family or monarchy. She wasn't an ordinary teenager by any stretch of the word, but other than Jeremy ordering Chinese takeout that one time shortly after their first kiss, no one had done something this romantic for her.
She cursed. Damn. She just fell even more in love with Damon.
Before she could tell him though, they needed to have a serious talk. Damon took a swig from the forest green bottle before holding it out towards Bonnie who accepted it and tipped it up to her lips. She let out a small belch the second she stopped drinking and smiled hugely.
"Sorry." Pause. "What's for dessert?"
Damon ensnared her with one of his intense looks that dared her underwear to remain on her body. "You," was his reply.
"I kind of figured that much, but I was hoping for cake or maybe a slice of key lime pie, or cookies. Hell, I'll take a bag of peanuts." Pause. "Damon, I need to talk to you about something."
And naturally that put him on high alert. Anytime a chick wanted to talk that automatically spelled you were about to go on trial.
"What is it?" he swallowed the bite of pizza he consumed noticing it didn't go down as smoothly as the first couple of bites.
Bonnie sighed and felt her heart picking up speed. "I talked to Caroline and Elena earlier tonight and we were discussing our relationship. Caroline is having a hard time accepting us because of your past with her."
Inwardly Damon curled his lip and rolled his eyes. He knew messing with Caroline for shits and giggles was going to end up causing him more trouble than he needed. In all honesty, he had forgotten the way he treated Vampire Barbie because in his eyes Caroline had been nothing but a distraction, a way to get inside of Elena's inner sanctum, to blend in society, and of course to fuck up Stefan's head.
Bonnie had already brought his treatment of her friend to his attention, and he said that he would get around to apologizing to Caroline, but hey he had been too busy acting as Ric's unofficial lawyer, being a detective, and of course climbing inside of Bonnie's cushiony walls. So it may have slipped his mind.
"All right, look I know I owe her an apology and a poodle and I said that I would apologize to her in due time. If I just walked up to her and said 'sorry' she'd know I was only doing it to please you and not because I meant it," Damon mused defensively.
"Okay, but moving forward I just want you to know that though people might not always throw up how you treated them in your face, it still affects them, Damon. You nearly destroyed Caroline. So just put yourself in her shoes and see how awkward and uncomfortable it would be if your best friend got into a relationship with the person who abused, humiliated, and nearly tried to kill you."
The pizza had officially lost its taste and Damon was no longer hungry. He dragged his tongue over his canine as he bored holes into Bonnie.
"Since your friends and their opinions about your personal life are so important to you, I have to ask, Bonnie why the hell are you with me? You haven't suddenly developed a case of amnesia and forgot what an evil asshole I was when I first moved back here. You managed to get over the foul shit I've done, unless you're still holding that against me," he cocked a challenging eyebrow in the air.
"I'm not holding anything against you, Damon and you're right. I haven't forgotten the person that you used to be. 'Used to' being the operative words here. I know you've changed. I know you have a heart in that chest after all. I just wish you'd let other people see it from time to time."
"Why do I need to parade around my feelings? To get people to like me? I could give a fuck about people liking me. Why should it matter if I care about anyone other than the people I care about? Why do I need to show the world that?"
"So that the world can show you an ounce of compassion in return." Bonnie dropped her half eaten slice of pizza back into the box. "It's one thing to be an unapologetic monster but it's another to be one who can be redeemed. And I believe you can be and that you are in the process of redeeming yourself. From our history alone…I shouldn't be with you. You've hurt every single person that I love and care for, but there's something else I finally realized. You've hurt yourself, too."
Damon blinked. Bonnie breathed evenly through her nose. Crickets filled the air between them before Bonnie resumed speaking.
"You're abrasive with people because I really do think you care what people think of you. You just don't want anyone to know it. You see it as a weakness. And admitting your mistakes doesn't make you weak. You're not perfect, I know that. I understand that. And Caroline is my best friend; she's my sister and the man I…" she hesitated.
"You what?"
"I'm not saying you have to become her friend, but Caroline means the world to me."
"So are you giving me an ultimatum, Bonnie? Me versus Caroline?"
"No that's not what I'm doing."
"That's what it feels like," Damon persisted.
"Have the words straighten up and fly right or else come out of my mouth? No, so don't put words in my mouth. I know you have it in you to be the bigger man, a better man, Damon. And it's that Damon I've seen that won me over. So I'm going to stop before this snowballs completely out of control, and we start saying things we don't mean." Bonnie got to her feet and picked up her shoes. "Thank you for dinner." Pivoting on the heels of her feet, Bonnie headed back to the house.
Damon could really hate Bonnie sometimes. He didn't like being read like a fucking book and the fact the person who read him was only eighteen...gah! When others tried to talk him out of doing something stupid and idiotic the words would go in one ear and come out the other while he plowed ahead causing an even bigger mess. Most would say he had a hard time learning from his mistakes as he repeatedly made the same ones over and over again. However, for whatever reason when Bonnie Bennett chose to open her mouth and speak something inside of him froze in place and listened.
The eldest Salvatore prided himself on being his own person, followed the beat of his own drummer, yet where the witch was concerned he followed her lead and he did it without question. Maybe this was all Emily's doing. He had made a promise to protect her family, and though he fucked up royally plenty of times, fought tooth and nail to prove he was smarter and better than a Bennett he would get showed his ass every single time.
Therefore he hated her because without her doing it consciously, Bonnie changed him or made him aware of the areas in his life that were defunct and needed improving, modifying. His girlfriend was right, of course. Damon not only hurt the people around him, but himself as well. He constantly gave people the finger because he believed in the philosophy of being a vampire. In his mind, a vampire was a nomad, and only lived life to fulfill your own whims, desires, and never being held accountable for wrongdoings because it was in your nature to be evil. But as long as you pretended to be human in a society filled with moralistic beings, it spelled having to occasionally do the right thing. That being said he would ask Caroline to join him for lunch, his treat at the Grill so he could make amends. Ugh. If Damon was in Caroline's shoes he would feel some kind of way about his friend starting a relationship with his abuser. The fact Bonnie still wanted to be with him was astounding and made Damon realize he really didn't deserve her, but he wanted to earn being worthy of being known as Mr. Bonnie Bennett.
He smirked ruefully.
Damon found Bonnie asleep in her room or at the very least pretending to be asleep. When he opened the door her heart rate spiked before resuming its normal beat seconds later. He rounded the bed since her back had been to the door, and peered down at her. Nearly everything about her was doll-like, but not fragile. She was far from being fragile and it was her strength that got his blood to boiling. Well, that and some other things.
Pulling the blanket off her petite yet curvaceous body, Damon scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to his room.
Bonnie grunted when she was laid out on his bed and her eyes fluttered open as she sensed that Damon was looming over her.
"I think we're fighting so that means you have to sleep alone," Bonnie murmured hoarsely.
Rose pink lips cocked into a lopsided grin. "I'm not fighting with anyone, and I'm not sleeping alone. Not anymore. We're together so that means what's mine is yours including this bed. And I want you in my bed every," he kissed her left cheek, "single," kissed her right, "night," Damon kissed the tip of her nose and settled between Bonnie's thighs that opened of their own volition.
"Caroline deserves more than apology from me," Damon admitted quietly. "So does everyone. I just don't want my issues with the group," he couldn't help the snide tone in his voice when he said the word group, "to interfere with us, Bonnie. I don't want anything to come between us. Not my mistakes. Okay?"
"Okay."
Damon pulled up the oversized T-shirt she wore, and Bonnie lifted her hips accordingly, and then her arms. Her breath hitched as he hooked his finger under the seam of her panties and began to pull them down her legs. His lips descended on hers like a tidal wave and she was ready for him in zero time flat. With a quick shift of his hips, Damon slid inside of Bonnie who hissed while he moaned at the intrusion.
Fingernails dug into his back while her legs wrapped low around his waist as Damon began to pump in and out. Languidly. Seductively slow. Bonnie's hands trailed down his spine and she felt his back extend and flex.
The second Damon released her lips so that she could take a breath, Bonnie whispered in his ear, "Damon… I love you."
Her words slammed into Damon like a head on collision. Coitus completely forgotten, he pulled away from Bonnie far enough so he could look her in the eye. To judge the sincerity of her words. There was no deception in her orbs. She meant it.
This was a monumental moment for him and had been a hundred and seventy years in the making and regrettably Damon didn't have a camera handy to record this. Someone loved him? Someone admitted without shame or under duress that they loved him? And this person had no prior romantic involvement with his brother and loved him purely for himself and not out of greed or a selfish need to feel important?
Damon's jaw slackened and his eyes widened until Bonnie was positive they would pop out of his skull.
He felt cold suddenly but also very hot, inferno hot. Bonnie loved him. How? Why? When? How? His mind was racing and he knew she was patiently waiting for him to say something! But his thoughts flat lined.
"Damon?" Bonnie cupped his cheek her lime-green eyes studying his facial expression closely. "Did you hear me? I said I love you."
Taking the hand that was touching his cheek, Damon kissed the palm of Bonnie's hand reverently before placing it directly over his heart.
"This is going to get real sappy so just bear with me," he warned. "For close to two hundred years I've given this to the wrong people. And now I've met the one it's really supposed to belong to. I'm giving it to you, Bonnie. It's yours because I love you, too."
When Bonnie smiled Damon swore he saw a bright light shine out from her skin. Her bioluminescence that drew him like pollen to a bee. Like blood to a vampire. He kissed her wickedly hot and senseless and begun, for the very first time, to make love to the woman he loved.
Bullocks, Kol Mikaelson cursed. He was trussed up like a holiday turkey in some dank hole underground from what he could tell. His arms, legs, and even his head were restrained right into the cave wall thus taking him back to the Spanish Inquisition. He chuckled darkly and tested the strength of the shackles only to find them burning his skin. Smashing. They had been doused with vervain. It didn't hurt just irritated the shit out of him and made him fussy.
He heard footsteps approaching and knew the footfalls belong to a man. The hunter. The one who took him out. Kol growled low in his throat. He had no idea what happened to his informant that doctor Meredith Fell and if she were still alive, and depending on his getting out of this current predicament, he would take immense pleasure in amputating pertinent body parts that had been designed for a woman's pleasure. Dismemberment would have been too kind.
"Good, you're awake."
Kol moved his eyes over to the right and saw the man looming in the shadows. "If you're smart you'll go ahead and kill me because the minute I'm free…"
The man stepped into a lone light that hung overhead. "You'll torture me for a couple of months before killing me?" Connor Jordan finished. "Guess what…I've been trained to die so your threats definitely don't have me shaking in my Tim's. How much do you think your brother values your life over the lives of his hybrids? Willing to find out?"
Kol snorted. "You mean to ransom me to my brother for his hybrids? Yeah, you should just go ahead and kill me, mate."
Connor stared down at his boots, shaking his head back and forth. "I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or happy for you."
"Look, obviously you know that I can't be killed by conventional wood…"
"I know all about you Originals. I know that only white oak is deadly to you. I know that Klaus is virtually invincible, and I know that you and your siblings are connected by a binding spell performed by your mother who like your father has been trying to kill you and make it permanent. But there's something else I also know…with the death of a single Original their entire bloodline is wiped off the face of the earth. Kill them all, spells no more vampires. Your kind would become extinct."
That pulled Kol up short. He didn't know that. "You're lying."
"Am I? Want me to prove it to you?" he leered. "You just hang in there tight, mate," Connor mocked and retreated. He exited the tomb underneath Fell's Church and approached the woman waiting for him.
"I took the doctor home. She won't remember anything."
Connor nodded. "Kol won't be going anywhere. Not until it's time at the very least. The other hunters are on their way. Should be here by Saturday. Where are you off to next?"
"To pay my cousin a visit," Lucy Bennett smiled and hopped behind the wheel of her car.
Roaming lips nibbling her stomach woke Bonnie out of her sleep. It took a concerted effort on her part to open her eyes and to keep them open because she was exhausted. Exhausted and boneless. Damon wore her out, refusing to give her a moment to recuperate. If he wasn't using his dick, he used his tongue, fingers, and Bonnie was sure there wasn't a single un-christened piece of furniture or wall left in his room. She had excellent stamina but she wasn't exactly a fembot. Her batteries needed recharging.
Bonnie ran her fingers through his nest of dark silky strands of hair. "Stop," she said and tried to twist away from his pillaging mouth.
Damon planted an especially wet kiss between the space where her hip and thigh met. "Just one more time before Stefan and I have to get on the road to run that errand for you."
Sitting up against the mattress, Bonnie shook her head. "I'm very tired, Damon. And unlike you I have school, and I need to get ready."
"I'll let you leave this bed if you say it," he bargained with a devilish gleam in his oceanic eyes.
Smiling lazily, Bonnie pecked Damon on the lips. "I love you."
He would never get tired of hearing her tell him that.
Biting his lower lip, Damon looked her up and down. "And I love you," he released Bonnie who scrambled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. The minute he heard the shower start, he planted his feet on the floor and threw on some pants.
Venturing downstairs he wasn't terribly surprised to find Stefan helping himself to the liquor.
Stefan spared his brother a brief glance but then had to do a double take. Something was different about his older brother. Damon usually walked around with an arrogant swagger, but today he was kind of swaying his hips, and if his chest was sticking out anymore he'd think Damon was trying to impersonate Dolly Parton.
"Who died?" Stefan questioned and took a shot of bourbon to the head. He reloaded his glass.
"No one, unfortunately," Damon poured a drink but then sat the glass back down. A bemused and slightly astonished expression overtook his face. "I think I'm going to cook a real breakfast this morning," the dark-haired Salvatore announced and then began singing, "It's so good lovin' somebody and somebody loves you back…" he snapped his fingers, "It's so good needin' somebody and somebody needs you back…"
Stefan nearly spit his drink out. "I see we're in a Teddy Pendergrass kinda mood this morning. Un-hun," he followed his brother into the kitchen who was pulling out pans and digging into the fridge. "I would ask how your night was but since you're invoking the spirit of Julia Child I'll say it was pretty epic."
"Like you wouldn't believe, Stefan. But I don't kiss and tell."
"Since when?" Stefan refuted with a snort. "Well since you don't want to share any deets I'll fill you in on how my night was. Everything was fine and dandy until Klaus showed up like a scorned lover and choked me in full view of the public accusing me of doing something to his family."
"Hmm," Damon murmured non-comitially and wondered if Bonnie wanted green peppers or red in her omelet.
"Apparently something happened to the Mikaelson's that I think we should be a little concerned about."
Damon grimaced. "Why? Last I checked we're not their babysitters. If they're having problems let those bastards work it out themselves. And if something did happen to them, like they all died, great! Let's throw a party."
Stefan nodded. "So I guess this means you aren't the least bit curious to know what may have caused Klaus to go on the rampage?"
Damon looked up from chopping onions. "Helllll nooooo. He can suck it. They can all suck it! I'm in too good a mood to let their bullshit cloud my nose with the stench of their shit. And our hands are already full, Stefan or have you forgotten that?"
"My hands are completely free, Damon. It's your BFF that's locked up and they won't let him out," Stefan lightly snickered. Damon flipped him the bird. "We know there's a possible hunter or hunters roaming the streets and if they took care of our little Original problem we should at least send that individual a fruit basket."
"You can charge it to my card. If they're dead its not like they didn't have it coming," Damon remarked and began whisking the eggs.
"Yeah, but how long before that hunter or hunters come after us?"
Damon's hand stilled and his eyes met his brother's across the center island. "You really know how to kill a ganster's groove, Stefan. There's not much we can do about it because we have that errand to run for Bonnie. Remember?"
"Yeah, forgot about that."
"Have your ass ready to go by the time Bonnie heads off to school."
"All right, dad," Stefan mocked and exited the kitchen. Just as he made his way to the staircase he had to detour to the front door after someone rang the doorbell. Tossing the door open, Stefan's eyebrows lifted to his hairline. "Lucy! Well, if this isn't a pleasant surprise."
"Hey, Stefan," Lucy stepped into the foyer. "How have you been?"
"Good and yourself?"
"Can't complain," Lucy shrugged. "Is Bonnie still here? I need to speak with her about something."
"Yeah, she's getting ready for school in Damon's room."
A surprised look popped up on Lucy's face. "Well, I see something's have changed since I was last in town."
"Yep," Stefan agreed and closed the front door. "We're officially not in Kansas anymore. Go ahead on up. Damon is cooking breakfast if you wanted to stick around and eat."
"I'll take that into consideration, but I really can't stay long." Lucy headed up to Damon's room, knocked on the door and didn't enter until she heard Bonnie's soft voice beckoning her inside. "Hey, cuz," Lucy shut the door after her entry.
Bonnie dropped her cardigan and whipped around to face her cousin. An ear-to-ear grin spread across Bonnie's face who immediately crossed over the room and hugged Lucy almost fiercely.
"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked the moment she pulled away.
"Just wanted to pop in and see how you're doing. And also to tell you things are about to get really crazy."
Tilting her head to the side in perplexity, Bonnie waited for Lucy to fill her in when the both of them heard shouting from downstairs.
"What's…" Lucy slapped her hand over Bonnie's mouth.
Not a second later the door to Damon's room was kicked in and in stood Klaus.
"Exactly what I need."
Chapter end.
A/N: Like I said this chapter is kind of short for me. The craziness is about to start and well writing that out will be crazy. So the person that Connor was speaking with at the end of the last chapter was one Lucy Bennett. Just exactly how do those two know each other and exactly what do they have planned for the Originals and where will Bonnie fit into all of this? And Bamon finally exchanged I Love You's. Yea! Hope it wasn't too sappy. Thank you guys for reading and please, please, please review it keeps my muse fed and she's been starving lately when it comes to updating the fics I've had going for a year. Until next time, love you guys!