A/N: Here is the latest and the greatest. There's some lemony goodness. You've been warned. Enjoy!
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What was the law on public intoxication? Bonnie couldn't form the brain cells necessary to remember, but she was sure that swinging on a tax-funded stop sign was probably a good cursor that she was much more inebriated than she should be.
Caroline sighed as she saw her diminutive friend grinding against the inanimate object drawing a crowd of guys her way.
"Clear out of the way. Nothing to see," Caroline barked as she pushed through the pack of steroid infested meatheads. Clamping her iron fist around Bonnie's wrist, Caroline plucked Bonnie off the stop sign and began to drag her back in the direction of her car. Bonnie frowned and blew a raspberry at Caroline's head, while winking at a buff guy who tried to capture her attention.
"Cock blocker," Bonnie said in a singsong voice before giggling.
Caroline grumbled under her breath as she towed Bonnie behind her who constantly tripped over her own feet on the flat surface of the road. She turned sharply to face her friend. "I know you're pigeon toed and you can't help that, but could you please try to walk straight."
Bonnie laughed and tossed an arm over Caroline's shoulder, almost losing her balance in the process. "I love you, Caroline," she breathed in her friend's face. The blond vampire turned her head away from Bonnie's hot, alcohol laced breath and continued down the street. Her car was only a few feet away.
"There you guys are," said Elena as she jogged up to her two friends. She took one look at Bonnie and covered the giggle that wanted to explode from her lips. "How much did she have to drink?"
"I wasn't her bartender, Elena. I have no idea," Caroline snapped.
Elena held up her hands. "My bad. It's just…Bonnie can usually hold her liquor."
"Yeah, well it's been a rough few months for her and now that the school year is over, I guess she figured she'd let go of her inhibitions. She almost began her career as a stripper up against the stop sign, but I got to her in time before she lost her clothes."
Elena approached her friends and wrapped an arm around Bonnie to help steady her.
"Eeelllennnaaaa…." Bonnie drawled before cackling uncontrollably. "I love you guys!"
"Bonnie, you love everybody tonight," griped Caroline. She unlocked her car with the electronic remote. "Here hold her while I scoot up the front seat." Caroline passed Bonnie's weight over to Elena who struggled to hold her upright. She was small but heavier than she looked.
"The plan was to get plastered," Bonnie complained sloppily. "And have some ridiculously hot guy in spandex and a mask rescue me, but they have been thwarted by Emma Frost and Kitty Pryde. You evil vixens," she cackled again.
Elena looked up at Caroline. "Who the heck is she talking about?"
"She's comparing us to the X-Men. She's three sheets to the wind all right if she's reduced us to comic book characters. Let's get her in." Caroline reached for Bonnie, and pushed her into the back seat ungraciously. The back of her head thud against the door.
"Dang it, Caroline," Bonnie hollered and grabbed her aching head. "I'm a delicate flower."
"Yeah, well you're going to be mulch if you so much as puke in my car. Now sip on this until I get you home," Caroline thrust a bottle of water at Bonnie and climbed behind the wheel. Elena got in on the passenger side. The Fiesta roared to life and Caroline sped away.
"I don't want to go home," Bonnie whined from the backseat. "It's so boring and lonely there. Can't I stay at your place?"
"Hell no!" replied Caroline. "Have you forgotten who my mother is? I've barely escaped being put on her shit list because I have to go to summer school for stupid Spanish Two. The last thing I need for her to do is throw us in jail for underage drinking."
"Hey Caroline," Bonnie said.
The girl in question flicked her eyes to the backseat via the rear view mirror.
"Yo quiero Taco Bell," Bonnie laughed boisterously. Even Elena had to snicker at that yet kept her gaze directed outside the window.
To show her appreciation for Bonnie's sense of humor, Caroline deliberately swerve the car left from right catapulting Bonnie from one end of the backseat to the other.
"Stop it!" Bonnie screeched.
Caroline began driving normally again.
Pulling herself up, Bonnie laid her chin on Elena's shoulder. "Elena…?" she said softly almost pitifully. "Can I stay over?"
"Alaric is spending the night with Jenna. Do you want your favorite teacher to see you drunk?"
Bonnie frowned. Why would Alaric care she was drunk when he was banging one of his students' aunts? And what was he going to do? Give her in-school suspension? The school year was over and it was now officially summer vacation. So she was virtually untouchable.
Elena passed Caroline a look who pursed her lips together. The purpose of tonight was to keep Bonnie away from a certain vampire in order to remind her she had other friends. However, it was becoming more and more apparent that their plan of Bonnie's trail separation from Damon was becoming null and void.
Sighing, Elena whipped out her cell phone and called Stefan. He answered on the first ring and she quickly explained the situation. "Is Damon home?" she asked.
"No, he's still out…oh wait, nope he's back."
"Perfect," Elena mumbled sarcastically. "We'll see you soon."
After ending the call, Elena shifted in the seat to face her friend who was slowly losing her battle with consciousness. "BONNIE!" Elena yelled startling her friend. "We're going to the boardinghouse."
"Yeah!" she said sarcastically prior to her head lolling to the side. Seconds later she began snoring loudly.
Caroline flicked her eyes to the backseat once more. "He's going to have his hands full with that one," she snickered and took the proper streets to the boardinghouse.
"I don't think he'll mind too much. He was against Bonnie going with us to the party anyways."
To that, Caroline rolled her eyes. "Who does he think he is? Her father? Better yet her boyfriend? Nothing has been set in stone yet he acts like his has full rights to Bonnie because he was nice to her after the other Damon checked out."
Propping her arm up on the door, Elena looked across the console at Caroline. "Please don't start anything when we get there."
Caroline was affronted. "I know I might not speak with a filter but I do know when to keep my mouth shut. And if Damon can't handle me then he has a shitload more growing up to do."
Elena thought it best not to comment.
Fifteen minutes later Caroline pulled up in the brick laid driveway of the Salvatore boardinghouse. With Elena's assistance, they hauled Bonnie's dead weight out of the car and up the short path to the front door. Elena didn't have to use her key to let them in because the front door flew open.
Soft rock music could be heard coming from one of the upstairs bedroom. Caroline recognized the tune but she ignored the vampire who was barring the way.
"Are you going to move?" she asked.
"Give her to me," Damon commanded and reached beyond Elena and Caroline, took Bonnie by the waist and carried her bridal style up to his room.
Elena had moved into the house, walked up to Stefan and kissed him leaving Caroline the daunting task of closing the door.
"Me Tarzan you Jane," Caroline mimicked in a deep, monotone voice. "Doesn't he know the basic ways in greeting someone when they enter your home?"
Stefan reluctantly pulled his lips away from Elena to look across the room at Caroline. Lately she had been more, what was the word, irritable, hormonal where the smallest thing was liable to set her off. Stefan recognized the signs because he had to battle his inner blood lust time after time again. On most days he felt like the Hulk. The Hulk was always angry, Stefan was always hungry. So apparently hunting the occasional a rabbit or deer wasn't cutting it for Caroline anymore, and it wouldn't be long before she began to crave the real thing. He'd pull her aside and speak with her later.
However, there was one thing Stefan was tired of doing and that was making apologies for his brother. Damon was grown and he could speak for himself, but the main thing to learn when dealing with Damon was take his words with a grain of salt and not let him get to you.
"Ignore him," Elena took the words right out of Stefan's mouth. She laid her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist. She could never get tired of kissing or hugging Stefan. She drew as much of his affection when they were together as she could that most days she felt like a succubus.
"Whatever," Caroline dismissed. "Well, I have to get home. I have an early day tomorrow. Oh, Elena don't forget we have that Miss Mystic Falls photo shoot coming up."
"Right, thanks for the reminder."
"No problem," Caroline beamed, her emotions switching from anger to happiness in the blink of an eye. "See you guys later."
Two seconds later Caroline flashed out of the house. Elena went back to snuggling with Stefan who rubbed his hands up and down her arms.
"What photo shoot?" he asked.
"Oh, every year the Virginia Gazette composes a list of high school queens and certain members of their court to be featured in the magazine. Caroline is automatically in it and I was chosen to represent the court."
There was something else Elena was omitting for the time being because she wasn't sure how to broach the subject and she wasn't too sure about Stefan's reaction when he found out. She moved out of his arms and took a seat on the couch, her gaze betraying her and moving upstairs wondering what was taking place behind a certain closed door.
Stefan joined her on the couch and fingered the necklace around her neck. "Is that all?" he queried and swooped down like a hawk to pepper kisses along her neck.
"Ah," she said arching into him while her corresponding words tumbled off the tip of her tongue—forgotten.
"I have it on good authority that the organizers confused Damon as your escort because he danced with you at the pageant," Stefan murmured. "And as a resort he will be featured in the magazine with you."
Elena gulped and stared at her boyfriend sheepishly. "I tried to explain the situation but…"
Silencing her with a single finger pressed against her lips, Stefan offered that smile which usually put her at ease but she could see the storm brewing in his eyes.
Grabbing his hand, Elena tugged Stefan's arm until he got to his feet. "Let's continue this conversation upstairs."
"Nah, nah, nah, you aren't going to seduce me into being okay with his," said Stefan. When Elena looked at him she noticed he was trying very hard not to smile. Yet he followed her obediently to his room.
Upstairs in Damon's room, he stripped Bonnie of her stilettos and debated for a second whether or not to peel her out of her dress. But she squirmed, groaned, and then her eyes fluttered open halting any further actions from him.
He slid on the bed next to her, lying on his side, propping his head up with an elbow. "What are you doing up?" he questioned and pushed several wayward strands of hair behind her ear. "I thought you were pissy drunk."
Bonnie smacked her dry lips together. "It's wearing off obviously. How did I get here? Did you pick me up?"
Damon shook his head and traced her bottom lip with his finger. Bonnie looked around his room as if she had never been inside it before. Or maybe she was only making note of how massive and masculine it was because everything was inlaid with silver and wood. And it smelled of leather, old books, Damon.
She snuggled up next to him, curling around Damon like a contented kitty cat. "You have a nice room," she said.
"Thanks," he replied bemusedly.
"What were you listening to when I first got here?"
"How is that you can't remember how you got here but you can remember hearing music?"
"I always keep my ears open on my surroundings."
He swooped down and stole a kiss. "I was listening to Bon Jovi, 'Wanted Dead or Alive' to be specific."
Bonnie smirked and rolled until she was on her back. "How apropos."
"It is fitting now that I think about it. It's a commemorative album with all the members signatures," Damon boasted and then proceeded to pull out his record collection. He slapped a crate on the bed. Bonnie leaned up and began to finger through his collection. Hmm, he had some of everything from Beethoven to Ray Charles.
"My Grams…she had a record collection. I used to rag on her all the time and say she needed to upgrade to buying CD's since she refused to download music off the net like any normal person."
Damon's eyebrows lifted as if to say "I know, right."
"But I could always tell what kind of mood she was in just from what she had playing on the stereo. When she was happy, she'd play The Supremes or The Delfonics. If she was pissed, she'd listen to Aretha Franklin. And when she was having a particularly bad day, she'd listen to Sam Cooke or Billie Holiday."
That was the most Bonnie ever shared with anyone on her grandmother. Mostly she kept recollections of Grams based on her stint as a witch, not delving into deep and personal information. A part of Damon felt seeing into her grandmother he was also seeing a little into Bonnie, the parts of her personality she had yet to share. And there he was desperate to know something about her that no one else knew, but Bonnie was pretty much an open book with her friends who had known her since infancy.
"I can respect a woman who has great taste in music," he said. "I think the fifties was probably my favorite decade," he confessed.
"Really? Why?"
"Because it made corrupting the youth that much sweeter," he wiggled his dark eyebrows up and down.
Bonnie reached over and slapped him on the chest with the back of her hand. "You really are a demon," she said without a hint of malice.
Damon graced her with his notorious one-sided smirk. "One, ow and two don't knock it until you try it."
"Damon?" Bonnie looked at him. She didn't continue until he was staring at her doing his level best to knock her off her equilibrium by trying to look so devastating disarming. "At any time since becoming a vampire, did you want to be good?"
He snorted. "Why when I'm perfectly good at being bad?" Pause. "Do you miss your grandmother?"
Bonnie wasn't surprised by the question but from who it was coming from. "I do. Everyday, but it gets a little easier because I know she watches over me."
Damon nodded and averted his eyes.
"Is there anyone from your past that you miss?" Bonnie asked.
A person did pop into his head, an image really of a sad, dying woman with his eyes and long caramel hair. "My mom," he said after a brief hesitation. Damon was fully prepared to tell a joke, but decided against it. Bonnie was being candid with him, he could certainly return the favor.
Intrigued, Bonnie slid closer to Damon. "What was she like?"
"She was one of the sweetest women I knew. She didn't tolerate bullshit but she was a fairly amazing woman. Ahead of her time which is probably why my dad treated her like crap."
Bonnie blinked. She knew that marrying for love was extremely rare in those times, and that arranged marriages were all the rage, which sparked her curiosity about something.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Well, my mom wasn't exactly in a position to do anything about it," he shrugged. Yet Bonnie could tell that bothered him immensely.
"Did you have an arranged marriage?"
Damon thought back for a moment. He was sure he might have been betrothed to some chick but he couldn't exactly recall her name or face. "Maybe. I purposely blocked a lot of memories from the good ole days."
"There was nothing good about them if you weren't a certain race," Bonnie quickly refuted. There was tons more she wanted to know about Damon's life growing up in 19th century Mystic Falls, but if she wanted to avoid her mood deteriorating she could hold off on asking those questions.
"Bon...my family owned slaves. I didn't."
She wasn't looking at Damon finding it hard not to find fault with him. "And I'm sure you led a rebellion and freed all of them. Let's...just not talk about that right now."
For once, Damon wouldn't argue a point with Bonnie.
She went back to looking through his collection until she came across an album that made her burst into laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?"
She held up the album in question. "I just realized you kind of favor Freddy Mercury except you don't have buck teeth."
Damon snatched the album out of her hands and studied the dark features of the lead singer of the musical rock group Queen.
"Hmm," he mumbled before taking out the record and putting it on the turntable. Soon his room was flooded with the sound of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". Damon began lip syncing and jumped back on the bed, pulling Bonnie to her feet. The two began dancing. With her partially distracted, Damon slipped off his shirt, grabbed Bonnie hoisted her up until she wrapped her legs around his middle and he fell right down on the bed.
He changed their positions until her back hit the mattress with him still securely locked between her legs. Bonnie laughed and giggled and pushed his hair off his forehead. Damon covered her neck with sloppy, wet open mouth kisses that caused Bonnie to attempt to squirm away, but Damon being much stronger kept her prisoner under his weight.
"Do you really have to spend two weeks in Alabama?" he questioned.
A nervous bubble got lodged in her stomach making her feel as if she came down with a horrendous case of gas. Bonnie hadn't told him about Elijah's proposal about her spending three weeks with him traveling to Spain, Greece, and St. Thomas. When it came to handling news that didn't work in his favor, Damon could be worse than a three year old who was denied a new Barbie.
He stared down at Bonnie, eyes partially narrowed while her silence continued. "Bon?"
She motioned that she wanted to get up, but Damon kept her pinned to the bed. "I do," she finally answered. "It's kind of tradition, sorry. I couldn't get out of it even though I tried. My dad wants me to do this cotillion thing and my aunt who's organizing it will be there. He thinks it will be good for me to get an inside perspective of what it will entail and what will be required of me."
"And she can't give you that information over the phone or through email?"
It was hard to miss the edge in Damon's voice. "Plus, he wants me to spend sometime with my cousins. Sure, my dad's side of the family might not be vampires, werewolves, and witches, but they're pretty awesome people and I miss seeing everyone."
Familial sentiment, ugh, Damon hated it yet he could tell it was important to Bonnie. Two weeks wasn't that long and he was sure he could find something to do during that time.
Her little fingers traced shapes over his exposed chest. Damon felt goose bumps rise over his flesh. Her touch was so delicate it was more than a bit distracting.
"I was thinking you could come down one weekend," Bonnie suggested.
Damon cocked his head a bit to the side. "You want me to meet the human side of your family?"
She nodded.
He could question why but why bother. If Bonnie wanted him around he'd be there and it was as simple as that.
"Alabama," he enunciated every syllable of the word. "Can't say its some exotic place like Paris or India…but it might be one of the few states I haven't traveled to. Count me in, Judgey."
Okay, Bonnie thought. Since Damon's spirits seemed to be placated by her invitation to join her in Alabama it was time to bring out the big guns and tell him about her trips with Elijah. She would extend him an invitation but common sense told Bonnie that Elijah wouldn't appreciate it, and she didn't want to be put in the middle of a power struggle between two head strong vampires.
"There something else," Bonnie began tentatively. She maintained eye contact with Damon which had never been difficult in the past. "Elijah has invited me to travel with him to Spain, Greece, and St. Thomas for three weeks, and I said yes."
Glowing in her post-coital bliss, Elena utilized Stefan's chest as a pillow yet nearly fell out of the bed when she heard:
"WHAT?"
Damon paced back and forth like an angry lion intermittently staring at Bonnie before ripping his gaze away. She remained on the bed watching his every move feeling her own ire about his reaction pricking her last nerve.
"I can't believe you're acting like this," Bonnie said. "It's just three weeks."
"Five," he reminded her.
"And I invited you to spend a weekend with me in Alabama."
He rolled his eyes. "And you can't do the same when it comes to Elijah?"
"He's covering the cost of everything and its not my place to extend an invite."
"Oh, because I can't possibly afford my own damn plane ticket and hotel room," he growled at her, still pacing. "And what's the damn difference between you inviting me to Alabama and not Spain and those other damn countries you mentioned? I can answer that…because Elijah plans to seduce you with his money and knowledge about the world. That's why he doesn't want me around because he knows I will break that shit up in a heart beat."
Bonnie climbed off the bed and approached Damon. She caught him by the arm halting his progress. "Elijah isn't trying to seduce me. I'm his niece for goodness sake."
Damon leveled her with an unforgiving glare. "Bon, you're as much his niece as I'm the love child of Charles and Camilla. When did he ask you? I can answer that, too. When he came here for the moonstone and pulled you aside. If everything is as innocent as you're trying to make it out to be, why couldn't he ask you while the both of you were standing in front of me? Why be so secretive about it?"
Even Bonnie could concede he had a point. "I'm not going to defend Elijah's actions and motives but I will say this, he knew you wouldn't like it and figured you'd get mad for no damn reason."
"Damn right I'm mad. You're my girl."
Was he intending on dropping a bomb on her every week? Bonnie certainly thought so. Her chest tightened a bit, and she found it a bit more difficult to swallow.
"I made plans for us, Bon," Damon continued, cupping her face. "We were going to hit up Vegas, Martha's Vineyard, and South Beach."
"And we can still do those things, just not when you were expecting."
Damon engulfed Bonnie in her arms, bringing her closer. "Don't you want to spend time with me?"
She sighed. "You know I do. I love spending time with you but I need a balance, Damon. We've pretty much spent every day together for the last two and a half months. Aren't you sick of me?"
Damon boldly grabbed her ass and brought her closer to where she felt the stirrings of an erection in his pants. "Does that feel like I'm sick of you?"
Heat slashed through her and her womb felt heavier. "No," Bonnie replied and came down with a full body blush. It was jarring how quickly Damon could control her emotions and responses to him. She was ready to have a verbal sparring match with him and now all she could think about was his dick. Why lie?
Damon began to shuffle her back to the bed. "If you're going to abandon me you're going to leave me with something."
Bonnie didn't like the undercover threat she heard in his words. She detached herself from his chest but didn't have time to question anything before her back hit the bed. Damon soon joined her, climbing her over her body. He ran a hand along her leg, until his fingers brushed the hem of her dress. Slowly he began to push the material up exposing her thigh to which he covered with kisses.
Keeping herself propped up on her elbow Bonnie had a mind to question what Damon thought he was doing but she had visual confirmation of what his intent was.
When her dress teased the apex of her body, not exposing her underwear, Damon locked eyes with her and then reached for the waistband of her panties.
Bonnie hesitated for a second before lifting her hips to accommodate Damon pulling them down her legs.
"Damon…I…"
"Shush," he told her and then brought her underwear up to his nose to sniff. Bonnie's eyes popped out of her sockets as her jaw went slack. And of course Damon had to stuff them in his pocket.
"Lean back," he directed.
She didn't want to miss the show but her body was doing too many things it was hard to keep up, and Bonnie figured it would be best to just follow his lead and do what he said.
With her eyes plastered on the ceiling, her legs began to tremble as her heart thumped against her ribs. Blood rushed to her ears, her toes and fingers tingled as if the circulation had been cut off.
Damon cupped her knees and pushed them apart until they were at a distance which met his satisfaction. "Don't move."
He was off the bed and back before she had the chance to exhale. Damon was looming over her again.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"About as far as I can throw you," Bonnie replied.
He smirked. "I figured you'd say something like that."
Bonnie returned his smirk. "You're judging again."
He chortled. "Wouldn't want that now would we? Close your eyes."
"Da…"
He kissed her, hard to silence her. "I. Said. Close. Your. Eyes."
Bonnie did so and lowered her lids. Suddenly a silky material was tied around her head and covered her eyes. The closing off of one sense made her amplify her other senses. Bonnie could hear the quiet hum of the air condition system. She could hear the flicker of the candles. But the one sound that was absent was Damon. Good gawd what was going on? Her mind wondered as she felt Damon move back between her legs that were really trembling now.
Her dress was then pushed higher until it cinched her waist. Well, her biggest secret was now exposed, and there was little she could do about it. Bonnie wasn't given much chance to think about her choices in life before Damon began his assault. She giggled and squirmed while he blew on her stomach, and across the springy curls that covered her mound. She swallowed hard and then her back arched off the bed the minute his tongue made contact with that special bundle of nerves.
Bonnie didn't know what to do with her hands. So they settled with clutching the sheets until she nearly ripped them to shreds as Damon lapped his tongue around her clit and then darted it in and out at a speed that was of course inhuman.
The veins in her neck were protruding beautifully as she squirmed, bucked, and thrust her hips against his mouth. And he swallowed every delicious drop of her nectar becoming addicted to her essence. He parted her folds with his fingers, probed her, and flicked his tongue back and forth, up and down, and then he bit her.
Bonnie screamed to the ceiling stretching out the word "Yes" like Beyonce did at the end of her song Speechless. She needed to bust that nut more than anything.
Riding her high like she was in rodeo, Bonnie refused to come back down to earth. Damon didn't let her off the hook or give her the chance to catch her breath for he plunged back in starting the frenzy up until his bed was actually levitating off the ground.
The next time she came the force was strong enough to conjure a gale wind which shattered little knick knacks and picture frames.
Panting and convulsing, Bonnie wanted to curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep. Damon allowed her a five minute reprieve before starting all over again drawing out her pleasure to where she cursed him in Latin, praised him in English, and came in a language not known to any man walking the earth.
Spent and devastated because her bones felt like jelly and she was sure she was probably paralyzed from the waist down, the blind fold was removed from her eyes that were stained with tears.
Damon pulled her exhausted body next to him. What Bonnie didn't get to see was that while he was pleasuring her, he had taken care of himself rubbing one out while he made her body cum over and over again. He was sated but not satisfied but even he, while looking at the destruction of his bedroom, had to admire his handiwork.
"I hate…you," Bonnie panted and then smiled at him dreamily.
"Then I'm terrified to see how you love me."
"Are you…okay?" she asked.
Damon merely blinked. "Why are you asking me if I'm okay? I'm great."
Her cheeks reddened. "Well, you know you haven't…" she implied unable to finish her thought. Bonnie wanted to get a grip on herself. The man just finished eating me for dessert and I can't say he didn't get the chance to bust one.
"I'm fine," Damon reassured her. "While you weren't looking I took care of myself."
She snorted upon hearing his irony and then the strangest thing happened, she was getting horny again. That shouldn't have been possible. "You did?"
Damon merely nodded.
Her mind began racing and Bonnie bit her lower lip wondering if she had the guts to make this request. She used what little energy she had left and shifted on the bed until she was next to Damon's feet.
"I want to you to show me what you did."
His eyebrows got lost to his hairline prior to his eyes darkening. "Come again?"
"With pleasure. Now show me."
Damon grinned mischievously. He crooked a finger at Bonnie prompting her to get closer. "This might be a little messy," he warned her. Bonnie shifted until she was now at his knee caps. "I'm going to need some lubrication." And before she could make a suggestion, he reached between her legs, causing her to gasp, as he coated his fingers with her essence and then pulled out his fully erect member. "Ready?"
Her tongue was not cooperating at the moment so Bonnie nodded and then watched the greatest show on earth.
Contrary to popular belief witches and warlocks were not omniscient nor were they omnipotent. They drew their power from the earth and from celestial events. The deficiency with relying on celestial events was that they occurred within hundred of years of each other, making it impossible to eradicate or override something. So that meant Jonas Martin had to go where a celestial event was happening in order to gleam instructions from Her.
Which explained why he was sitting on a mountain in Montana waiting for the sun to cross over the horizon. Doing the locator spell with Klaus' blood had been nothing more than child's play, and he was able to point Elijah in the right direction. Klaus had his family stored away somewhere off the coast of Madagascar. He probably chose such an obscure location for various reasons, whatever they might be, so that was one less obstacle in the way, and one more vampire off his back.
Jonas had hoped that the locator spell would also lead him to Her, but Klaus had been smart not to keep his mother locked away with the rest of the Mikaelson clan, and the wards protecting her location where much too strong for him to penetrate. If he could find her, he could free her, and then with her help Jonas would single-handedly return the balance of power to its rightful owners. That's what this was all about. He could really give a damn about reuniting a single vampire with his lunatic family. But the one person on the planet he was looking for was trapped somewhere and it was his duty to find her.
Too bad Elijah subdued Klaus in order to protect Bonnie. Not like Jonas had enough power to lead an interrogation on a thousand year old vampire, not one that would be truly effective. Nevertheless, while he continued to search for the matriarch of the Mikaelson clan, Jonas would collect the keys necessary to unlocking her tomb.
It was through these celestial events Esther, the matriarch of the Mikaelson family and the unfortunate creator of the vampire bloodline first made contact with Jonas. Their window of communication never lasted longer than seconds, only long enough for her to drop a breadcrumb with nothing of substance to follow. Nevertheless, Jonas had one of the ingredients necessary to free Esther and that was a powerful witch bloodline.
Needless to say he had that in the bag.
His alarm went off on his watch and Jonas peeled open his eyes as the sun broke over the horizon. As the rays of sun raced over the land, a reflection began to blind him as if the sunlight was bouncing off of metal. The reflection grew until it was about two feet in diameter.
Jonas listened closely. If a hiker happened to come upon him he or she would simply think he was meditating, and in a way he was. Jonas was in a deep trance listening to her carefully worded directions.
And as soon as the reflection appeared it disappeared into nothingness. His eyes opened. He had an answer. The other thing needed to free Esther was her talisman.
And he had a vague idea on where to find it.
Caroline stretched her arms above her head and arched her back as she unearth herself from the sheets and blanket she was buried under. Waking up in Matt's bed instead of her own was extremely domestic causing her to smile at the four walls of his room. As she sat up her eyes looked around and noted that he was in serious need of an interior designer. Caroline couldn't believe he still had a Bart Simpson poster hanging on the back of his door. Then something else caught her attention.
She sniffed the air and scented fried eggs, toast, and coffee. He cooked. Getting out of bed, Caroline padded barefoot to the kitchen and came to an abrupt stop.
She crossed her arms over her chest because the nightie she was wearing was showing more skin than she cared to show to none other than Matt's mother.
And just exactly where was Matt? Caroline listened intently and she couldn't hear him rummaging around anywhere in the house.
Kelly Donovan turned around after sensing someone was standing behind her. Seeing that it was Caroline dressed like a call girl and not her son, she couldn't hide her displeasure if you paid her.
"I thought my son would have seen the light but I guess the mold build-up around here has affected his brain cells."
Caroline felt her cheery attitude delve to the bowls of hell. She braced one hand on her hip. That woman better watch who she's talking to. She might look like a wallop of a girl but she could bitch smack Kelly across the face without moving from the spot she was currently standing in.
"And here I thought Matt had gotten rid of the trash. I guess the garbage man must have skipped this house."
Anger flared in Kelly's washed out blue eyes but then she nodded her head, not in agreement to what Caroline said, but in acknowledgement of the fact Caroline wanted to address her like she was a grown woman.
"Where's Matt?" Caroline demanded.
Kelly ignored the question and dumped slightly burned eggs on a plate. She had arrived in the middle of the night, technically early morning all to avoid running into her son. She was taking a big chance showing up unannounced, but it was time she stopped behaving like a teenager with no responsibilities, return home, and be the mother to Matt that he deserved. Kelly might have given off the impression she cared more about partying and running off with the next deadbeat loser, but she loved her children. She already lost Vicky to an early grave. She simply didn't want to lose Matt either because he was all she had left and he was the best part of her.
Not that she needed to explain any of that to anyone and hoped the town would learn to mind its business for once.
Caroline sighed when it became apparent that Kelly wasn't going to answer her question. Oh, but she would answer this one. She stepped fully into the kitchen yet kept the table between them.
"Why are you here?"
"That's none of your business and I'd really appreciate it if you stayed out of my private affairs."
Of their own volition, Caroline's hands gripped the back of a chair, denting the wood. She'd have to cover that up later.
"Look, Kelly I know you don't like me and the feeling is mutual. I've never seen more of a piss poor excuse of a mother, but if you've come back to embarrass or hurt Matt to the point he wants to disown you for good, then you should pack up and leave before he gets back."
"I'm sure you're taking great joy in laughing at my failure as a mother. But let's get this one thing straight, this is my house and I won't tolerate you disrespecting me in it."
"No," Caroline held up a finger. "This is Matt's house and it takes giving respect before it's earned."
The two women faced off but then broke their challenging gaze when the back door flew open. A sweaty Matt walked inside taking out the earbuds to his iPod. He saw only Caroline standing in the kitchen and graced her with a smile, but when his eyes shifted to the other occupant in the house who looked nervous and anxious, he inadvertently slammed the door shut.
"Mom? What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded sharply.
Kelly maneuvered around the table and approached her son. She wanted to lean in and hug him but she didn't want to be rejected especially not in front of Liz Forbes' daughter. She wouldn't give that girl anymore knives to throw at her.
"Matty," she swallowed hard studied the fury lining her little boy's eyes and chickened out on delivering the speech she had prepared. Instead she went with deflection. "I made breakfast."
Caroline snorted, looked away, and folded her arms.
A myriad of emotions washed over Matt's face. On the one hand he was glad to see his mom. It was nice to know she was still alive. However he questioned her timing. Matt kept how much money had been placed into a special account for him to use towards college a secret, and he didn't want to accuse his mom of showing up out of the blue because he was no longer struggling financially, that he now had a little money. However, her arrival here was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
He looked back at Caroline. "Can you give us a minute?"
She nodded and walked back to his room, shutting the door after her.
Mother and son eyed one another wearily before Kelly went back into the kitchen. She said sheepishly, "I burned the eggs a little but they should still be edible."
"Cut the crap, mom and tell me why you're here."
Kelly licked her lips and sighed. June Cleaver she wasn't. "I'm here for you. I never should have left. I needed to get myself together and I want to try…and be a family again," she stared at her son earnestly.
Matt snorted and unzipped his hoodie. He had gone out on an early morning run with Tyler and few other guys from the football team. It would be their new tradition until they went to camp at the end of July. He sat down at the table. Kelly joined him.
"I haven't always been the mom you needed because you've always been independent and I guess, no I know I used that to my advantage," Kelly went on to say. "If I had been around more maybe Vicky wouldn't have gotten caught up with the wrong crowd…and…" she didn't finish her thought. "I know I have a lot to prove, but I'd like the chance to make things right."
Matt strummed his fingers over the Formica table top. "I don't know. Do you have any idea how hard it was going to school, walking around town knowing that everyone knew my mom made out with my best friend? That she got drunk at a social function, and busted her ass? It was a miracle I wasn't ostracized because of that, mom. And then Vick…" Matt swallowed the rock that formed in his throat anytime he stopped long enough to think about his sister. "My life was thrown upside down and you didn't do a damn thing to help. Just made everything worse."
"I know, Matt. And that's why I'm going to do everything in my power to fix it."
Matt wanted to believe his mom. Wanted to believe she had cleaned up her act, changed her stripes, but he couldn't. They had been down this road before too many times and he was sick of the cycle. Kelly was going to have to do more than burn breakfast to prove she really had changed.
He stood up from the table. "You know, mom, there are just something's that can't be fixed." He stalked off to his room where he found Caroline making up the bed. He walked into her arms.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know."
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked softly.
"Put some clothes on because I want to go out."
She said her last goodbye's after she was dropped off back at home. If she didn't know it then she knew it now, Bonnie had amazing friends. They surprised her with an intimate dinner at a new restaurant in the next town over in celebration of her last night in Mystic Falls. Bonnie slipped off her ballerina inspired loafers and padded barefoot to her room.
Flipping on the light she took an inventory of her room.
Her bed was perfectly made up. All her framed pictures were aligned on her dresser next to her Mac computer. Nothing lied on the floor save the small area rug located at the foot of her bed. Her suitcases were packed and ready to go.
Bonnie reached inside her tuxedo jacket to scratch her shoulder the one that had been bitten by a werewolf, and that's when she saw it.
A black box sat perched on the middle of her bed.
How could she have missed it? Approaching the object tentatively, Bonnie was relieved to find it was only a gift. Quickly ripping the wrapping paper away, Bonnie squealed when she opened the hood of the box.
An insane pair of sky high studded heels with the infamous red sole was cushioned in white tissue paper.
She continued squealing before realizing she might have scared her father out of his sleep. Slapping a hand over her mouth, Bonnie searched the bed for a card or note. Overturning the box, a folded piece of paper floated out.
Picking it up, she read the words.
Sabrina,
Bonnie rolled her eyes yet kept reading.
Every Cinderella needs her crystal slipper. This is yours. Enjoy yourself in Alabama. HA!
DS
Bonnie smirked but then felt herself melt just a little. Putting the Christian Louboutin shoes carefully back in the box, Bonnie grabbed her car keys set on her mission.
Instead of literally drinking his weight in alcohol, Damon locked himself in his room and pulled out his record collection.
Bonnie would be leaving for the airport in the few hours with her father. She turned down his offer to drive her himself because she wanted to spend that time with her dad since it was tradition so Damon reluctantly agreed to adhere to her wishes. Still he fully intended to sneak over to her place later.
However, when he thought of Bonnie leaving for two weeks and then for an additional three weeks with Elijah, his blood would roar and demand he make her stay. If not there would be hell to pay.
Didn't she know he needed constant supervision? With her gone there would be no telling what kind of mischief he might deliberately and by default get himself into.
Whatever happened in her absence would be her fault.
Damon had spent so much time thinking about Bonnie that when he inhaled deeply he thought he smelled her.
He laughed and shook his head and in the motion he caught a figure standing in the threshold to his room.
Speeding over, he stopped himself from reaching for the intruder's neck. Damon relaxed; his eyes glancing over her to make sure she wasn't hurt or bleeding. She was still dressed in the dark blue jeans, white graphic T-shirt and tuxedo jacket with those oversized shoulder pads from dinner.
In her hand she clutched her reason for breaking into his house.
They really needed to start locking the front door.
"Couldn't stay away?" he grinned.
"I came here…to thank you." She took a breath. "Thank you."
"You're. Welcome."
Bonnie took a step inside his room. "I think you can say it nicer than that."
Damon heard the flirtatious inflection in her voice. One eyebrow rose and then another as Bonnie approached him and stood so close he felt her body heat.
Gripping him by the back of the neck, Bonnie brought Damon down to her level, sealing her mouth over his. Their lips meshed together, tongues teased one another, and when they parted, a small line of spit still connected their lips.
"You didn't have to do this," she whispered in his ear before letting go. She hopped up on his bed, sliding to the center and crossing her legs at the ankle.
Damon braced his arms on both sides of her hips, looming over her. "After being kissed like that those shoes were worth every penny. It would have been a crime for you not to have them on your gorgeous feet."
"You have a thing for feet?"
"No," he shook his head, cocky smile in place. "I have a thing for you."
He took one shoe out of the box, grabbed the appropriate foot, took her ballerina loafer off, and slid the Christian Louboutin heel on.
Bonnie's Cinderella moment.
"Perfect fit," he said a dangerous glint to his eyes. Wordlessly he placed the other heel on and tugged Bonnie off the bed. The heels put her at just the right height that he could almost stare her straight in the eye.
The energy around them buzzed in climatic anticipation.
She didn't hesitate when Damon's cool mouth slanted over hers, and she opened her jaws wider as he fed her his tongue. The kiss wasn't careful or exploratory; he had too much experience for that and things shifted yet again since he knew what Bonnie tasted like. His hands weren't idle. They rubbed her thighs, tugged at the hem of her shirt, buried themselves in her hair.
For her part, Bonnie bit his lip and ran her tongue over the corresponding wound. He tasted like the whiskey he had been drinking all night, followed by a noticeably pleasant taste that reminded her of sugar, highly addictive, and then there was the taste that was Damon altogether.
Their lips folded over one another's repeatedly. Their tongues circled and dueled like hockey players. All the blood was rushing in Bonnie's body heading to several erogenous zones, hitching her breath and doubling her excitement. She had to be careful because things could so easily escalate between them and she was currently next to his bed.
Damon moaned into the kiss and soon his lips wanted to taste other delectable morsels of her body, particularly the chocolate peaks of her breasts. His hands molded to her ass, and he lifted one leg to wrap it around his lean waist. One, because he liked that position and two, he wanted to feel her heat.
Bonnie wasn't shy about touching him. Her fingers ran over the muscles jutting from his neck, over his pectorals, slightly teasing his nipples to stiffen, and finally down his abs. Lord have mercy he had a body!
Damon wanted more but Bonnie's tiny hands pushed at his chest, though her mouth was still glued to his.
Nevertheless he got the message and slowly ended the kiss. Besides, she needed to breathe whereas he did not.
Bonnie's skin was flushed and beautiful. Her increased blood volume called to his inner beast and he struggled to keep it in control.
"Do you want to ride me home?" Damon asked.
Bonnie shook her head. "You're incorrigible."
He smacked her bottom. "I certainly hope so."
Chapter end.
A/N: Is anyone else curious about where Kelly Donovan has been all this time? And how was Matt not thrown into foster care after his mom left? Hmm. This show has so many holes its nothing but Swiss cheese, but it is what it is. I for one am interested in knowing what happens beyond the insipid triangle. Well, people Bamon is getting there steady but surely but will things remain to be this good? Stay tuned. Love you babies!