Chapter 14
Being a vampire
Hunger, the consuming, torturous hunger. That was the first what has returned. Then the sounds. Drops. Drops. Drops. A tap was dripping somewhere. Every drop of water that landed on the shell as a thunder roared in his ear. The friction of shoes on the carpet, loud, sharp, as if rubbing two papers together next to his ears. Heartbeats. One of the hearts beat fast, violently. He knew every beat of this heart, and the awful feeling it was when it stopped beating. The other was quieter, even, unnaturally slow. For the time being, his own has stopped beating. Then when he gets blood.
Then the smells. Somewhere, someone could cook horrible food; he felt nauseous. Then the smell of blood mixed with an odor unmatched by anything else. Spring flowers and hope. The other was pleasant, familiar, but it also carried the smell of death. From now on, his own will be like that.
Then the touch. Fine, velvety soft, warm hands smoothed all over his face. He sensed every fold. The throbbing of long fingers, the convexity of the palm, the sharpness of the nails. His body began to revive just from that one gentle movement.
He opened his eyes and was not at all surprised when two pairs of emerald eyes smiled at him.
"Well, Bon-Bon. I am alive."
Bonnie's smile widened.
"Almost" the witch replied.
"Oh, thank God," the third member joined the conversation.
"Blondie? What are you doing here?"
Caroline looked at Damon with her arms folded. He looked very angry.
"I came as soon as I heard what had happened," the blonde vampire said. There was more concern in her voice than nervousness.
She also knelt beside Damon and looked at the witch helplessly.
"And now?"
Bonnie didn't let go of Damon's hand. She held his limb, which was getting cooler, as she kept scanning the other body.
"How do you feel yourself?" she asked.
Damon ran his eyes around the living room. Only Caroline and Bonnie were around him. This reassured him. According to them, Alaric stayed in the school, so there are those who take care of Stephanie. His concern, as quickly and intensely as rosed, disappeared so quickly, and again there was nothing left but…
"I'm starving!" He finally moaned.
The witch's proximity didn't help her in the slightest. The woman's pounding heartbeat, the smell of blood racing in her veins, had an effect on Damon that he had known very well and hadn't felt for a long time. His longing for the witch's blood returned, stronger than ever. Oh! Oh! He had to muster all his restraint to overcome the predator's instincts so he wouldn't tear Bonnie's throat right here right now.
Caroline could notice what was happening because she gently wanted to pull Bonnie back, but the witch didn't move.
"Bon, I don't think it's a good idea to be near him now," the Blondie said gently.
Bonnie turned her head to the side and looked at Caroline angrily.
"If he wants to drink from me, than he will! I won't leave him here either!"
Caroline nodded, then her gaze returned to her brother-in-law.
Damon pondered Bonnie's remark. He breathed big, lest he immediately have to catch the witch at her word. He tried to sit up, but his head hurt terribly and he felt a little dizzy as he moved. The two women helped him find a balance. As he felt stable, he wanted to get up. He opened and closed his eyes to see if his headache was relieved. The once-pleasant lighting of the living room now penetrated his retina sharply.
"You still have twenty-four hours to make the final decision," Bonnie said.
The witch was still kneeling in front of him. Seeing her uncertain gaze, Damon concluded that his friend was still worried he would not be able to cope with the situation. But the man insisted on his decision. It just took him a while to get himself together.
"I've already decided," he looked at both of them. "I'll just go up, take off my bloody rags, wash myself, and then the bloody party can start."
Elder Salvatore seemed completely liberated, as if he could hardly wait for this to happen.
"Okay," Bonnie nodded.
Caroline sighed deeply. He stood up and walked toward the cooler bag left on the dining room table.
- I brought A negative, B positive. There are 0 negatives here… - He turned back to Damon with a wide grin, who just pulled his mouth to a faint smile.
- Like a buffet for novice vampires.
Bonnie pulled away so the man could stand up, and then she straightened up, too. Deep in her thought, she chewed nervously on the edge of her mouth as Caroline and Damon looked at the blood bags. The witch glared at them half-eyed and was very surprised that the older Salvatore hadn't slapped one of them immediately. Instead, he turned on his heels and walked upstairs.
It was really hard for Damon to stop himself from tearing up one of the bags full of blood right away, but he ruled to himself. He needed a clean head first. In the bedroom, he immediately took off his bloody shirt and threw it on the bed, then got out of his pants as well. When he was in the bathroom, he only noticed that he didn't have to turn on the lights the whole time, since now he could see perfectly in the dark again. Vampirism: 1, humanity: 0. Then he remembered his hunger, which now didn't want to go away, and modified the result: 1: 1.
He leaned over the tap while letting the water in. The noise of water rushing through the pipe hurt his ears. He isn't yet used to the changed perception. He washed his face, then looked in the mirror. His skin was pale, but immaculately smooth again. The tiny magpies around his eyes were gone, and he was sure that now he wouldn't find gray hair among the raven-black strands. He felt stronger, though the complete transformation had not yet taken. From now on, he won't have to go to the gym to stay in shape, though he wouldn't have liked to miss the morning run, just as he didn't want to neglect his workouts.
Suddenly everything rushed at once on him. He looked at his reflection with a desperate face. What about the Grill, what about Stephanie, what about the house? How will he explain to his daughter that his father is dead but still alive, plus forever. And what about Bonnie? He was sure that longing for the witch's blood would be even stronger now. Anger flooded his body like a stream of lava, and he slammed into the mirror, shattering into a thousand tiny shards. He looked at his bloody hand. He just rotated it before his eyes. He will also have to deal with his heightened emotions.
As soon as he thought about that like a blonde hurricane, Caroline ran into him. She stared with widened eyes, at Damon and at the shattered mirror.
"What happened?" She asked in chill.
Damon shrugged.
"I got angry."
Caroline pursed her lips, then put her hands on her hips.
"Get yourself together, Damon! If necessary, I will now follow in your footsteps with a vervain syringe, but I won't let you fall apart!"
Damon was suddenly flooded with anger again, but then he realized that the Blondie was just wanting to help him, and finally just flashed his smug, mischievous grin.
"I'm still the older one."
Walking out, he playfully poked Caroline's side, and as she sorted out her clothes, Caroline sighed with relief. Damon is still Damon and hopefully not back to the beginning.
The man chose between his clothes. Somehow his usual attire didn't seem in place now. Digging deep into the bottom of the wardrobe, he found what he was looking for. He pulled a black shirt out of one of the drawers and then unhooked his black jeans as well. He hurried these to himself as Caroline stared at him with her arms folded.
"Bonnie thinks there's a problem," the blonde vampire said. Damon kept dressing. "She says you should drink from her blood for the transformation."
The man froze for a moment.
"No," he said firmly.
Caroline started chirping.
"I know it's not easy for you, but if she's right, human blood won't be enough now."
"Than, no!"
"Oh! Come on! I am here too. If something goes wrong, I'll stop you."
Damon stepped closer to Caroline.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stop not to dig my teeth in her neck? And now you're saying I need to drink from her? From the woman who I…" he didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he shook his head angrily. "Damn it, Care! I can't feed from her! In fact, if I want to do well this time, I won't fed from anybody else."
Caroline raised her head with a kind smile.
"I'm proud of you!" The blonde vampire stroked Damon's arm, then took his palm in his hand and squeezed it tightly. "You'll be able to do it. You're not alone. Not this time."
The man was once again overwhelmed with emotion, quickly and intensely. His love and respect for the woman in front of him almost knocked him to the floor. He just stood there, looking at their clasped hands, and had no idea what to say. A simple thank you would not enough now. This time, things will really turn out differently. He looked into Caroline's blue eyes and smiled sincerely. The intimate moment lasted only half a minute, then Damon remembered that he would soon have to go beyond the first meal.
"Can we go, Blondie?" He pulled his hand out of the vampire's grip, then started down. "Time presses. I'm still facing a strenuous transformation, I want to jump in with Steph, and then I have to ruin my ex-wife's job and then work on how not to snap her neck. It will be a busy day.
Caroline walked behind him and giggled.
When they got down, Bonnie was found in the middle of the living room. He was kneeling right on the couch, four candles burning around him, and the bloody carpet was tangled by the fireplace. Damon looked around with appreciative glances as he headed for the blood bags previously inspected. Bonnie looked up from the chanting, then stood up and walked over to the man. She grabbed his arm, took the blood from his hand, and shook his head silently.
"No, Old Man! This time you have to do it differently."
Damon looked at him in shock.
"What do you mean by that? So far, everything has gone the classic way."
The witch pursed her lips.
"Eeee! Not quite." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Enzo's blood was also enchanted."
"What?"
Bonnie nodded.
"I cast a spell in case of an emergency. I used the same spell we used to heal you with Caroline's blood. That's why I knew it was going to work for sure."
Damon couldn't spit or swallow. He really didn't want to eat from Bonnie.
"So," Bonnie spread her arms, then clasped her palms. "You have to drink from my blood."
The man had a new idea. He immediately ran to the kitchen, took a sharp knife from the drawer, and then pulled a clean glass out of the cupboard. The two women watched the scene curiously. When Damon returned to Bonnie, he set the glass down in front of her on the dining table and handed her the knife. Bonnie rolled her eyes and pushed the glass.
"You speak so much in witch that you know it's not that simple." Bonnie let out a tired sigh. "My blood has to be in my body while you suck it out."
Damon grimaced.
"That sounded pretty bizarre."
Bonnie coughed, while Damon gave Caroline one last, pleading look.
"Do I have to?" he asked.
"If you want to stay alive, yes," the witch replied.
Caroline stepped closer and, as a sign of support, squeezed Damon's arm.
"I'll be here," she said softly. "If something goes wrong, I'll break your neck, give Bonnie my blood, and voila, it's all fixed."
Bonnie nodded enthusiastically, and Caroline pursed her lips as she was already rubbing her hands to redeem her "threat".
Damon finally sighed heavily and, indulging in his position, gestured toward the couch.
"Ladies! Get tired of the lounge, they will be served soon…" He looks out the window to see what time of day it is. It wasn't clear yet, but the bottom of the sky was gray. It could have been around dawn somewhere. "… whatever it is."
Bonnie and Damon sat down next to each other on the couch while Caroline watched them with her arms folded. Damon felt a little embarrassed about that. He remembered how it felt when he first drank human blood. The experience is indescribable. His body reacted to it in a strange way. He thought disgust would catch him like when they were hunting with Katherine, but that wasn't what happened. As the first drops of reddish liquid slid down his throat, he became overwhelmed with particular excitement. He wanted to possess the other body, and the sexual arousal immediately burst out of him. For Damon, bloodshed was strongly associated with sexuality. He therefore did not kill most of his female victims. Sage taught him perfectly how to seduce them and how to eat them in a way that would be enjoyable for both of them. Damon, unlike Stefan, didn't kill those he ate from, but slept with them.
That's why he felt a little uncomfortable now. Under the look of Caroline, with no other choice, he has to drink from Bonnie, who by the way, the woman he has been longing for a long time. Not to mention their complicated relationship. He will need all your self-control so that his body doesn't reveal how excited he really is.
Bonnie took a deep breath, grabbed the knife, and cut her palm with it. Like sharks, when they smell blood, Damon's eyes immediately clung to the witch's bleeding palm. For a seemingly endless moment, he just stared at the blood sticking out like a red stream, then the strange smell of Bonnie's blood flooded his nose. He couldn't tell what that scent was. He had never felt this since he met the girl. He remembered the sweet warmth of home and aroused such a fierce desire in him that if he had wanted to, he could not have restrained himself.
Surprisingly slowly and gently, he grabbed his friend's wrist, closed his eyes, and stuck his mouth against the wound. As the blood reached his mouth a very unexpected thing happened to him. Sip-by-sip pictures appeared in front of him as if he had a vision.
First sip: The whole Bennett bloodline appeared before Damon's eyes. Not only did the ghosts of the past show up, but he thought he could see the faces of the future. It was like a surreal picture exhibition where the figures in the pictures are gorgeous in different outfits and colors and come to the pictures one after the other. They all smiled, even those he knew exactly had died a horrible death. He recognized some of them, but they were also unknown there. He saw Quetsiyah, Sheila, Emily, Lucy, and countless other witches. He recognized the future Bennetts from the fact that they were wearing a completely different outfit than he had ever seen on Earth, but even if that hadn't been enough, he simply felt in his gut that the bloodline was continuing.
Second sip: Bonnie was facing him. Her hair was stacked in an elegant bun on the back of her neck. Next to her temple, the wind waved a curled tuft. The witch was beautiful, her eyes gleaming with happiness. She took Damon's hand, her dress flashing snow-white in the pleasant afternoon sun, contrasting sharply with her wonderfully brown skin. They stood by an altar on the other side Sheriff Matt Donovan asked the question, and Bonnie eagerly replied, 'I do.'
Third sip: They were on a clearing. They had a picnic with the whole Salvatore family. He was surrounded by an army of children, and a very familiar laugh struck his ear: Stefan's sharp laugh. The twins ran through the trees and Stephanie jumped with them. There were two little girls squatting on his back and another sitting on his lap. Bonnie held the fourth in her arms. They all looked the same.
Fourth Sip: Bonnie and he were in the library. The witch held a dagger in her hand, cutting her finger, but instead of her blood dripping onto the pages of the book open to her, the wound healed in a matter of moments. Then Bonnie said, 'I said you don't have to worry, because as long as we stay together, I'll be alive.'
Last sip: Everything went dark, only the figure of Emily Bennett was clearly visible, and her voice sounded sharp in Damon's ear, 'Remember, young Salvatore!'
Damon's eyes widened. He pushed Bonnie's hand away as if it had burned him. He gasped for air for a few seconds, staring at his friend with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Caroline and Bonnie exchanged questioning glances.
"I saw it," Damon moaned. "I saw Emily and you and everyone."
Damon's words didn't seem very meaningful. Bonnie put her hand on the man's shoulder in support, but he could still just yawn.
"We got married, then we had a picnic, then you cut yourself, then came Emily."
Damon's flow of words was interrupted by Bonnie.
"That doesn't make sense! What happened?"
The elder Salvatore just stared at the witch, but she didn't seem to be looking at her either.
"I don't know, Bon-Bon. They were just pictures like visions, but when I last checked I wasn't a medium yet." His voice was a little lighter now.
Bonnie shrugged back at Caroline, who also spread her arms in awkwardness. Then Damon screamed in pain. Bonnie's wound was still open, and the blood leaking from her hit the vampire's nose. His long, pointed canines almost tore themselves out of his gums. Damon got his hand to his mouth, hoping he could alleviate his pain, but he didn't go anywhere with it. The desire to bite the mouth-watering woman sitting in front of him, her blood rushing in her veins and the throbbing of her heart pounding loudly in his ear, struck him with awful force. His eyes darkened and his face changed. His transformation was complete. All he had left was his soul strength to immediately push Bonnie back on her own, then yelled at Caroline.
"Get her out of here!"
Seeing Caroline's hesitation, Damon snarled at her, now showing the complete vampire of himself.
"Now!"
Like a blonde flash, Caroline grabbed Bonnie and yanked her into the back garden. She knew exactly what was going on in her brother-in-law now. The urge to bite into the living flesh might have been almost unbearable for him, plus it was about Bonnie. She only hoped that Damon would be able to deal with this as well as many other problems in his life. She had long since vowed to support him in everything, no matter what happened.
Stefan's last words to Elena that the older Salvatore is the better brother get to Caroline. She thought it ridiculous at first, but the closer they got to each other, the more truth she discovered in this simple statement. Damon's actions, though questionable to put it mildly, did him for the sake of those he loved. He disguised his kindness with sarcasm, his love with the attitude of the 'who cares', but when this disguise fell, a deeply feeling, very vulnerable, pure-hearted man appeared behind it, whose innocence was taken away, pushed to hell, and so often abandoned.
Caroline felt the same way before she became a vampire: outcast, abandoned. To someone who is just a supplement in everyone's life. Until Stefan came. He gave meaning to eternity, and next to him she could feel valuable, someone in need. He became her friend, he knew her better than anyone else, they helped each other get through things, and Caroline would have happily thrown her immortality for him when the time came. She hadn't been able to agree on anyone since, no one could make up for the space left by Stefan.
The large garden table has not yet been removed from the back garden. After they ran out of the house, Bonnie sat up on top and Caroline stood beside her. She leaned against the table and propped herself up with her hands. For a moment, they stared at the stars, which were barely flickering in the dawn light. The bottom of the sky was already lightening, and the witch felt herself very exhausted. As she had guessed in advance, everything was on top of their head again.
When she was on her way home from Whitmore, she thought of everything. She made a plan for how they would tell Elena that Stephanie was no average child and why she should stay at Salvatore school. She imagined how she would perform everything she had heard from Lucifer and discovered in the meantime (it pretty much succeeded), how she would have fought word battles with Damon, and how much she would hate it when the man was right.
But it wouldn't have occurred to her in her dream that her best friend would have to become a vampire again, let alone Elena would betray them that way. Most of what she hoped was that with Damon they would be able to get back to their usual wheelhouse. She didn't want to lose the man, it would have been worse than if she didn't feel anything for him. She had suffered so many losses in her life, she simply couldn't bear it. Rather, she takes the secret to the grave, remaining who she was, his best friend, but unable to live without him. Without his voice, his touch, their conversations, their intimate, quiet moments when they didn't even say a word to each other, they just sat on the couch and watched another blockbuster, or Harry Potter, or The Bodyguard about twenty billions times.
Now, in just 48 hours, everything has changed. Apparently, his return was the focal point. A storm approached them, the wind of which had already struck them. He took the daylight ring brought by Caroline out of his pocket. There was no need for a new one, the old also worked perfectly. She rotated it in her hand for a while. She looked away at the blue glittering lapis lazuli stone that Emily still enchanted. The ridiculously kitschy ring has now become a family heirloom. Bonnie gently ran her fingers along the letter 'D' made of silver, then made a resigned sigh.
"I did this to him," she said to herself.
Caroline tilted her head to the side.
"I don't think he'll be mad at you for that."
Bonnie now looked in the direction of the house. She tried not to feel guilty about what had happened. Caroline, meanwhile, bit her wrist and held it in front of the witch's mouth.
"Drink! Your wound has not yet healed."
Bonnie grabbed the blonde vampire's hand and lifted it to her mouth. After a few sips, she felt better. The vampire blood was never repulsive for her.
"At least you don't have to keep up a first aid kit for him now," the Blondie joked.
The witch snorted mockingly, but then her sad depiction returned.
"Do you remember the first time we saw him at the Grill?" She asked suddenly.
Caroline laughed.
"Yes."
Bonnie smiled too, holding the ring tightly between her two fingers.
"He was so much," Bonnie couldn't find the right words, but Caroline did.
"Sexy?"
They both laughed at that.
"Yes. The mysterious stranger from the Grill."
The witch sighed deeply. She amused the ring between her hands in amusement.
"Oh my God! How I hated him," Caroline growled. "That puffy, arrogant face and that stupid smirk."
"It was as if the Earth was spinning just because he existed."
They laughed again. Caroline turned to Bonnie with a serious look. The witch looked at the ring, blinking at the house.
"How long have you known?" The Blondie asked her.
Bonnie frowned at her.
"What?"
"That you love him."
The Bennett witch stared back at her friend with round eyes. She should be lying, it turned in her head, but then she immediately remembered how they were kissing a few hours ago in the living room, and she simply felt tired of pretending. She had never felt so tired before. For years, she pretended to feel nothing but friendly love for Damon, and that was enough. She did everything. She hid it, pushed it back, damn it. She wants practically better to save a man's marriage than he is. But neither the long years nor the constant repression helped her to love him less than she did… How long?
"I don't know," Bonnie said softly. "Can this be determined at all?"
Caroline let out a faint smile.
"Yes. You can determine the moment. There is a faint feeling in you when you see the one you want to live your life with. A kind of certainty that he will be that." Bonnie pursed her lips as if doubting her friend's words. It sounded too sappy for her. Caroline pursed her lips, sensing this. "I'm not talking about falling in love. That will only come later. You just look at him and you know. A voice in your head keeps whispering that he will be the one. You don't even realize its meaning until you've really realized that he really is the one without whom you can't imagine your future."
"June wedding, huh?"
Bonnie remembered how excited the barely seventeen Caroline was when she first saw the new boy in high school. How she stormed into the Grill and told them everything she found out about Stefan Salvatore during a big break, then simply announced that they would have a June wedding. How young they were and how fools. In any case, Caroline was right. It took her eight years, but she got her wedding, and before that she was asked twice by the same man who finally said 'I do' at the altar. How awful that the wonderful day, which was perhaps the most beautiful in Caroline's life, was brought together because of Katherine, compelled guests, and a fake priest who is now struggling with his newly emerging thirst. Katherine and Elena. Two doppelgangers who ruined the lives of both of them.
"When I first saw him, I knew right away that something was very wrong with him," Bonnie began, and Caroline watched intently. "I've never seen a more attractive man in my life, but when I looked into his eyes…"
"Oh, those blue eyes!" Caroline interrupted. "I think he can get anyone and anything, without compelling."
The witch chuckled. There was great truth in what she said.
"Yes. But not only that. It was like a swirling ocean. I can't describe that feeling. It was extremely frustrating that while I was attracted to him, I literally wanted to kill him." Bonnie got her head to the side. "Do you know what's the most interesting? I was never afraid of him. He was annoyed me, irritated me, and god knows how many times I wanted to set him on fire, but I wasn't afraid of him even after he bit me." The witch fell silent for a moment, and her gaze wandered into the distance like she wanted to recall a very old memory. "But then we were stuck in a world where there was no one but us, and it was very hard to pretend I hated him, so I gave up."
Caroline squeezed her arm sympathetically.
"You asked how long I know. From the moment I took his hand before the Other Side collapsed. We stood there with each other's fingers clasped while the world was about to collapse around us, and I thought of nothing but that I was home and safe because he was there next to me."
Caroline's mouth opened as she listened to Bonnie. The memory burst sharply at her. Rick told her something after Damon decided the world would be better off without him. She got her hand in front of her mouth and raised her widened eyes to her friend.
"Oh my God! Back then, I thought Alaric was talking bullshit and figuring things out because he missed his drinking buddy, but what if he was right."
"Care, what are you talking about? What did Rick tell you?" Bonnie waited with her arms folded.
"Do you know why Damon missed the way back then?"
Bonnie jerked her chin.
"As I know Luke broke Liv's spell, and Damon couldn't find the others so quickly."
Caroline frowned.
"Damon, who has been on those roads for a century and a half, couldn't find the way back? You don't believe that, do you?"
Bonnie spread her arms as Caroline blew mockingly.
"According to Alaric, Damon was left behind to save my mother. But he also said Damon was in no hurry to get back to the crypt at all. It was as if he wanted to let everyone in front of him." Caroline got her head to the side. "What if you knew?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if he knew you were going to die and didn't want to leave you alone?"
Bonnie chuckled.
"I don't think so. I know how a good man Damon has become, but let's not forget that he used to be a selfish bastard."
Caroline frowned.
"What if it is. Based on what he told me, I think there is truth in it."
The Blondie was now shocked by what she had said. She quickly patted her mouth with her palm. The sentence just slipped out as usual. The blonde vampire couldn't keep a secret.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at her friend.
"What did he tell you?"
The other tried to pretend that the previous sentence hadn't been uttered.
"Nothing. We were just chatting. You know, about this and that, about Elena, about school."
"Caroline!" Bonnie's voice sounded impatient.
"Damn it!" The Blondie looked at the house with clenched teeth.
The sun rose slowly. At the bottom of the sky, wide, pink and orange stripes had already appeared to indicate the approach of dawn. It was time to go in and give the ring to its owner.
"You know what?" The blonde vampire turned to Bonnie again. "Ask him! It's time to talk to each other for a while. If you ask me, you're both idiots, so go on Bonnie! Give him the ring and ask!"
Bonnie swallowed hard. Her stomach shrank a fist, and her hands began to tremble. Damon also mentioned that they would talk, but the witch wanted more time. She had lived in denial for so long that she was afraid to move out. But she was even more afraid of the consequences. What if she misinterprets the whole thing? What if the man only kissed her in the heat of the moment, twice? What if this is all just about the physical attraction that has been evident since they ran into each other at that Hollyween party? But what if it isn't? Are they starting to walk with each other? Are they going to date, as Damon mentioned? Can they have a normal relationship at all? What will happen in ten years, or even just five?
With Damon becoming a human, his time on Earth was greatly shortened, while that of Bonnie was lengthened. She knew that if she didn't die a violent death, she could live a very, very long time without getting old. But now the situation has changed again. And that's just the minor problem. They were both stubborn and independent. Damon endured a marriage for seven years. For seven years, he was able to play out how happy he was as a white-fenced, average dad, and that's only because he had a secret life next to him. If something goes wrong between them, or their cohabitation doesn't go well, they can lose their best friend, they can lose the special relationship that was most important to both of them.
Bonnie looked at the ring helplessly, thinking of Enzo, which the man kept telling her. Live your life, be happy, and above all, be complete. But now something has happened. The witch felt the lack. Ever since Enzo died, the man's soul had been with her all the time, feeling him all the time. She was so used to it, not noticing his absence at first. She closed her eyes, but the world where her mind had gone was empty.
She looked desperately at Caroline, who looked back in confusion.
"Enzo," Bonnie moaned. "Enzo is gone."
The blonde didn't quite understand what her girlfriend wanted to punch. She was aware that Bonnie had created another dimension, a separate world for the vampire's soul, where she could be with him forever, but she thought the witch had long since let him go. When Damon showed up at the front door, the two women shuddered. The vampire was standing in the doorway to the back garden. In the safety of the shadow of the eaves, he looked at them with his arms folded.
"Enzo won't be back," he declared.
There was a moment of pain in his eyes as he saw how pale Bonnie was.
"What do you mean he's not coming back?" Bonnie asked sharply.
Damon sighed deeply.
"When I was dead, I saw him. He said goodbye and left you a message. I'm sorry, but I was busy not sucking out the last drop of your blood, and I forgot to hand it over."
Sarcasm, mockery, and that idiot, malicious smirk. Welcome to Vampire Damon, Bonnie thought. She was very familiar with the defense mechanisms of the elder Salvatore.
"Damon talk!" Bonnie stared at him angrily and immediately jumped off the table.
For a second, Damon remained silent. He looked up at the sky. The rays of the rising sun have not yet reached the garden, but you will soon need something to protect you from spontaneous inflammation.
While Caroline and Bonnie were talking in the back garden, Damon grabbed a bag of blood and marched into his study. His desk stood next to the door, and bookshelves lined up opposite to it, full of books with different content and themes, neatly arranged in a row. Opposite the desk, in the center of the room, stood two comfortable armchairs enclosing a smaller wooden coffee table. Damon sank into one of the armchairs, tore open his blood bag, and began to sip eagerly. His hunger was muffled, but it would never go away.
He stared at himself, thinking he'd screwed up. Throughout his life, he piled on mistakes, disappointed his father, his brother, the whole city, even himself. He didn't have the pay to say no. Either he marches into the army or Stefan. And he screwed up even then. Afterwards, he was so naive as to think he had a chance at a woman like Katherine Pierce. Their love is eternal, sincere and pure. Bullshit, he thought bitterly. There was nothing more than longing, a desperate desire for someone to finally accept and love him. He didn't see clearly. Damon told Stefan that Katherine didn't have to compel him. This was not true in this form. Every time Damon began to doubt the vampire's true intentions, or question her decision, or somehow wanted to end their tug-of-war, Katherine forced him to continue their romance. It was like a revived adventure novel where Damon could be the hero. Another lie.
He slowly got up from his armchair. He walked around the room, then went through the living room into the foyer, up the stairs, and finally sank to his bed in the bedroom. He was exhausted, but not physically. The transformation went easier than last time. Now that he was drinking Bonnie's blood, the craving became more bearable, and that one sachet began to put everything to its place in his body. His heart started, along with his blood circulation. The constant pain disappeared from his waist, his limbs became lighter, he could no longer feel the weight of his body, his headache disappeared, and everything around him became lighter. It's like switching from HD quality to ultra-HD. He regained control of his body. It wouldn't be just that damn hunger.
His gaze slipped over the wedding picture hanging over the bed. He screwed up. The day he first lied to himself that what he felt about Elena was real, true love. When he made to believe himself, and everyone else, that it wasn't the same obsessive, selfish desire he felt for Katherine. Oh no! He made exactly the same mistake as then. The smart man learns from his mistakes, and the wise from others. One hundred and fifty years wasn't enough for him to learn a very important lesson: true love doesn't spur terrible deeds because it is always pure and love doesn't have to hurt. Love liberates, not shackles.
Every time someone came into his life who questioned his own feelings, he simply ran away from her. He didn't want to acknowledge it because he was scared. No matter how much he suffered for it, it gave him security, a stability that carried the promise that his existence made sense. That he has to live on. His brother was a ripper. They couldn't be around because they were just hurting each other. There was no one and nothing left, only Katherine and the love he felt for her.
Sage was the first woman to have been able to reverse his fate, but the almost 800-year-old vampire reserved herself for someone else. Sage was brave, strong, determined, and knew a great deal about the world. Damon was impressed, nailed to the ground, which terrified him.
Then Lexi. He has hated himself for killing him ever since. He will regret what he did for the rest of his life. There were things he could never forgive himself for. Lexi's death was one of them. The blonde vampire achieved what no one could do. If only for a moment, but he forgot Katherine with her. He left her on the roof because what they had experienced together was too good and he just escaped again.
When he met Elena, he thought the luck was finally smiling at him. A girl who looks exactly like his love sometimes even behaves like that, but she's a better person. Respectively, human. As it turned out that Katherine had betrayed him, he ran without thought into the Gilbert girl's arms. This made the loss more bearable. He wanted to prove to the world that he is as good as Stefan. This time he had to win. He didn't even notice that the same thing was happening to him as in 1864. When Rose arrived at them, he thought he could break out of the squirrel wheel with the help of the woman, which was meant by this awful chase and wrestling. This time, fate intervened, which Damon saw as a sign. Let the shoemaker stick to his last. The stick meant Elena.
He refused to acknowledge that what he was feeling was the same obsession that had driven him after Katherine. Elena was innocent and kind, who accepted him along with his darkest side. Whatever he did, she forgave him. At least that's what he thought. It was too late to realize that this was just a lie to deceive himself. In fact, Elena lived in the same denial as he. Because she screwed up too. He could see the remorse in her eyes, but he didn't want to admit it. Elena regretted choosing him, and after Stefan's death, none of them wanted the younger Salvatore's sacrifice to become redundant. And by then, Damon was sure the Gilbert girl wasn't the one.
If Caroline had told Damon her monologue instead of Bonnie, the vampire would have given her perfectly truth. When he first looked into those beautiful green eyes, when he first touched the little girl's hand, who was not afraid of him at all, he felt like he was home. He didn't have to go any further because he found a home. Bonnie was only two years old, but Damon still knew, it sounded weird, that one day she would be his doom, but she was just a little kid then. An innocent, pure-hearted girl with a charming smile on her face.
In a normal world, they would have grown up side by side. Damon would have pulled her hair to try to get her attention, then go to school together, study together, and then dance at the prom together. A little later, Damon would have been nervous in a jewelry store, where he would have chosen between engagement rings, and then, after finally buying it, as part of a romantic dinner, he would have asked for her hand. In a normal world, but they did not live in it.
They weren't even born in the same century. In the age in which Damon was born, the love of a white man and a black woman was a deadly sin. They would have been tied to the first tree as soon as it turns out they are meeting. Fortunately, the world has changed a lot since then, but racism has not disappeared without a trace. It will be with them all the time. And that made Damon always nauseous.
And he was also able to tell the moment he realized how he felt about the witch. The feeling has hit him in the head many times over the years. No matter how deeply he was exiled, it always remained in him, and when it broke out, Damon tried desperately to escape from it. But he won't forget the first one either. It didn't quite happen when Bonnie grabbed his hands or when the witchy returned home from the prison world. Much sooner.
He held the first Petrova doppelganger, rather Lilith's first doppelganger, Amara's blood-floating body and for the first time in a long time he prayed, begging to someone who listened to him that she stays alive, just a little more. Because if Bonnie didn't come back, his life has no meaning. The realization terrified him so much that for days he didn't dare to go near the witch. He didn't want to hear about her. He was terribly angry, and it didn't help him at all that Elena tried to shake him off because of her digestive guilt.
The prison world, where there were only two, at least believed this for a long time. There were moments when he chased Bonnie just because if he didn't, it would have had serious consequences. For example, he puts the girl on the kitchen counter, pulls off her pants, and gives her pleasures she has never had before. Bonnie didn't give in to letting him know when he was behaving like an asshole. Unlike his brother and Elena, the witch didn't pretend to walk on eggshells around him. This kind of honesty and trust led Damon to really want to deserve these. Bonnie made him to become a better person. She didn't take his bullshit; he couldn't lie to her because now there was nothing the witch wouldn't have known about him. Well, except his feelings. But he wasn't so sure anymore.
When he sensed the sun rising slowly, he walked down to the kitchen. He knew that his maximalist sister-in-law had already taken care of the daylight ring, as well as his blood supply. He searched the kitchen cabinet for empty glasses. He was looking for something to pour the blood into. He finally found a thermos and emptied into it one of the sachets. Then Enzo's name slapped his ear. He wandered how will Bonnie react to Enzo's disappearance? Well, he was taken. Could it be that Bonnie is still waiting to be together? Although he was no longer sure of what he had heard from Enzo.
He walked out to them, and when he said the vampire would not return, he saw the despair on her face. Damon wasn't a jealous guy. He has always considered freedom sacred and inviolable. All people are born free and have an inalienable right to life. Until they want to break into his or his loved one's life. When they fought for Katherine, he didn't do it out of jealousy either. He was more envious of Stefan. That's what happened to Elena. However, the situation with Bonnie was completely different.
First that young vampire guy at the Grill. There he could have shredded him into tiny pieces on the spot as he saw how he spoke to the witch, to his witch. Then Little Gilbert. My goodness! How he hated Jeremy then. He'd rather have stuck the Gilbert ring in his throat every time he touched Bonnie. Kai's flirtation drove him crazy. He felt no one but him could touch the Bennett witch. Then came Enzo, and the green monster in his belly screamed loudly. Now this monster was just roaring, leaving a bad taste behind him and waves of anger reached the older Salvatore again. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't.
"Talk, Damon!" Bonnie's prickly gaze almost burned his skin.
Damon swallowed hard.
"I saw him when I was dead," he replied dryly. He tried to seem as indifferent as he could.
In the background, Caroline remained silent for the time being. She was watching.
"Where?" The witch asked him again.
Damon looked everywhere but Bonnie. As soon as he tells her that at the moment of his death he was thinking of a place where he was the happiest, his friend immediately realizes why. It turned in his head for a moment to lie, but he was tired of it.
"On the Mexican coast," he finally moaned.
Bonnie immediately stepped back. For a long second she just stared into Damon's face, then they looked at each other and immediately knew that the time had come. There is no going back from here. They have to clarify things among themselves, otherwise they won't be able to move on. Bonnie wanted answers now. She didn't care about the consequences anymore, she just wanted to finally get over her confession because the pressure was unbearable.
She lowered her head, then looked at the ring in her palm, then at Caroline. She pressed the ring into Damon's hand, who immediately pulled it on his finger. The witch pointed her index finger and spoke in a commanding voice to the new vampire.
"You stay here!"
Damon's mouth curled up, and now protected from the harmful rays of the sun, he sat on the garden table. Then Bonnie turned to Caroline, sighed, then smiled and asked her to leave them alone. Caroline didn't protest, and Damon was sure her sister-in-law would keep listening from the background.
As the blonde vampire left, Bonnie stood in front of Damon.
"Well," she began, forcing a wide smile on her face. "If I understand you correctly, when you died, you were thinking of our evening together in Mexico."
"Yep."
Just loose, Damon thought. It will go! He clasped his ankles together and leaned his arms on the tabletop. He tried to behave as casually as possible. Bonnie walked in front of him with her arms folded and she seemed to rather just chat.
"And you met Enzo there?"
"Yep."
"Did he tell you something?" The witch was still smiling forcefully.
Damon jumped off the top of the table, put his hand in his pocket, and began to walk around the witch with ease.
"Nothing special." Damon stopped and shrugged. "It's just that that night is your favorite memory, ask me love you instead of him, don't let you down. You know, just the usual guy speaking. Oh, and he send a message to you that not to worry, because your truly desire will soon be fulfilled."
Bonnie suddenly turned to face him, and for a few moments a tense silence surrounded them. She felt a huge load roll off her shoulders. She understood the man's message, along with she need not to feel guilty for loving Damon. Enzo had told her many times that he knew her true feelings, and that was why she didn't have to feel bad, but Bonnie stubbornly denied for a while that she loved the older Salvatore better. She argued that she had chosen Enzo, but the British vampire knew very well that this choice was not for him. And it hurt the witch a lot. She felt offended by the man. She was still attached to him and thought she would never really be able to let him go, but now she felt more at ease. In this way, Enzo can find true peace that the world she created could never have given him.
The witch finally pulled her lips to a warm smile.
"I'm glad," she said softly. "Enzo is finally free." She looked up at Damon. "How did it happen?"
The vampire pulled his mouth to a one-sided smile.
"Truth be told, I couldn't explain. For a moment we were still staring at the sunset, then a…" Damon appeared trying to find the right words. "a hightower tall guy with wings appeared. He grabbed Enzo and literally flew up with him." Damon imitated the flight with his arms.
Bonnie's eyes widened, her mouth opened, and a sincere shock sat on her face.
"What did he look like?"
"Short hair, confident action, annoyingly sexy British accent and sad puppy eyes…"
"Not Enzo, you fool," Bonnie interrupted.
Yee! He was tall" he pointed his arm toward his head" he was wearing black, weird, gray robe…
"And his wings are dark gray, and his voice is like the sound of the sky," Bonnie finished.
"Yes," Damon said in surprise. "Where are you…?"
Bonnie looked at Damon very seriously, then turned her head and her expression changed. She pulled her lips to a faint smile and seemed to be preparing for something.
"Well, Damon Salvatore, since we'll have to run for our lives again from now on, and you're already practically dead," Damon snorted. "I will therefore be brief so that we can also address our really pressing problems."
The vampire wanted to intervene, but Bonnie signaled with a gesture that it was better to keep quiet now, so Damon closed his mouth and watched intently his friend, who began to speak quickly.
"A year ago, when I crossed the threshold of Lux and asked Lucifer for help, he asked me the question." Bonnie took a deep breath. "He asked what my truly desire was, and I could only utter one name, yours." Bonnie pointed to Damon, but then began to grumble quickly again. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't even want to come home, I was completely desperate. I'm not saying I didn't have feelings for you before, but they were bearable, but now I didn't know what to do. It wasn't a day that I didn't think about what it would be like in your arms if I were with you instead of Elena. It hurt and I suffered and tried to stifle it but failed. Then I came home and you stood there and all I could think about was that I never wanted to be away from you again, and now I had to tell you that because I have to call Lucifer because we are in a situation again that something fatal could happen to any of us. And what Enzo said and…"
Bonnie probably would have continued to explain, but Damon silenced her. All he had come to realize was that he was Bonnie Bennett's truly desire. Recognition slapped him in the face and made him incredibly happy. He didn't really hear the other words of the witch because he was just looking at her mouth. He watched the woman pronounce the letters 'e', how her tongue moved when she said 'l', how fast her lips were moving, and his body moved almost on its own. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Bonnie's nape and kissed her, then sat down on the table just as quickly, but their mouths didn't separate. This time the kiss was not hesitant. Damon put all his love, all his repressed desires, all his reality into the kiss.
The witch's taste seemed to him like the most delicious food. He felt everything. He could feel even the tiniest taste buds with his tongue, the woman's teeth slightly scratching his lips, which only made the kiss even more intense. Bonnie gently bit the vampire's lower lip and Damon groaned. His excitement immediately intensified and his hands came to life on their own. He wanted to touch her everywhere, he wanted to feel the silky skin under his hands. He reached under her top, then his palm set off on a journey of discovery. Bonnie wasn't shy anymore either. First she ran into his raven-black hair, then her hand slipped around Damon's neck, then stroked his chest. She was just starting to button up the vampire's black shirt when they heard someone start coughing next to them. They gasped, but Damon's hands remained in place. He drew tiny circles on Bonnie's back as he turned to his sister-in-law with an overseas smile on his face.
Caroline looked confused, she wants to stifle her enthusiasm with steam, trying to hit a neutral voice.
"I'm so glad you finally both came to your senses and left behind this 'I don't want to be with him because he's my best friend 'bullshit, but I have to go soon because the twins are waking up and someone needs Stephanie to start too."
Bonnie wet her lips as she looked shyly at herself. She was caught with Damon, who had just broken up with Elena two days ago. It's as if at least a hundred years have passed since then. By the way, she was still a little dizzy from the intense kiss she had just experienced. Damon simply ran her down, and she couldn't resist him. Her legs trembled, almost every cell in her body screamed to continue what they had just started, but her brain ordered a stop. Doubts still remained in her. She didn't want to be Elena's deputy, though her heart felt like it was out of the question. Nor did it help to reassure her that Damon's delicate fingers were dancing insanely slow on her skin, which only made her even more aroused.
The elder Salvatore finally stopped the sweet torture, straightened up, breathed a delicate kiss on Bonnie's nose, then turned to Caroline with a wide grin.
"I know, Blondie, you're going to jump out of your skin now. Give us five more minutes before you run down Bon-Bon, and then I'll go to school with you!" Damon waved his hand at Caroline as his sister-in-law rolled her eyes when she went back to the kitchen. "Go out of earshot! You'll tell the bedroom secrets at the sleepover, but now we need to talk to my little witch about adult things."
When Damon made sure Caroline had gone so far as to no longer hear them, he took Bonnie's face in his two palms and looked deep into her green eyes.
"I love you, Bonnie Bennett!" He said in a deep, soft voice. "Not just like a friend and far from the way Elena loved you." Bonnie was smiling now. "I don't know when or how it happened. Somewhere between 'I hate you, but I have to take care of you because I made a promise to your ancestor' and 'hey, this judgmental, little witch can be animalistic sexy when she's angry', something happened to me." Damon paused for a moment to read Bonnie's reaction, but as the witch was still looking at him with a smile, he continued. "Before I met you, I couldn't even imagine being able to love anyone else except my brother and…" He still had a hard time saying her name. "Voldemort." Bonnie chuckled. "When I met Elena, all that mattered was that I would win this time. I obsessed with her sickly because I wanted to prove that I was better than Stefan."
Bonnie was confused.
"Damon, you loved her! We have all seen this."
The vampire slowly let go of the witch's face, stepped back, then lowered his head with his hands in his pockets.
"Yes. I loved her. But not all love is true love. What I felt for Elena was the same obsession that drove me after Katherine. An unhealthy, toxic, all-consuming desire to finally get the girl."
The witch waited intently as Damon tried to gather his thoughts. He always had a hard time talking about his feelings or saying the right words. He felt like he was dancing on an eggshell because there was only one wrong move or word and spoiling his only chance at the witch. He raised his head slowly. He waited a moment, then decided to take the straightest path. There's nothing left to hide from Bonnie. She knows the darkest panties of his soul, the most horrible deeds, after what happened to them, unless she wants to burn him into charcoal, then he has nothing to lose.
"I've been in love with you, Bonnie, for at least ten, long years."
The statement was followed by a shocked silence. There was a sincere shock on the Bennett witch's face. She jumped off the table and walked closer to the vampire.
"What?" She asked puzzled. "It's okay that we've gotten a little closer since the Scooby Gang got together, but what?"
Damon laughed.
"Of course we got closer to each other because I gave up to consistently stay away from you. I made a decision ten years ago, a very stupid decision that I have been regretting ever since. I thought I was doing us all a favor."
Damon stepped a little closer now.
"The fact that I fell in love with you in some inexplicable way was accompanied by something very dangerous to you." Damon paused again to take a deep breath. "I wanted to eat you. It literally didn't take days after Elena fell into a coma and we went on our European pub trip so I wouldn't have thought about how delicious you are. How good it would feel to deepen my teeth in you and suck your blood out. I promised Elena that I would wait for her and for you that you wouldn't be hurt."
Bonnie stood frozen against her friend. She didn't know about that. She was aware that there had been a strange attraction between them for a long time, but she didn't dare to think that it had lasted so long for Damon.
"But you were so obsessed with Elena."
"I had to!" Damon interrupted. "If I didn't, I would go crazy! I had to do something."
"Is that why you chose the desiccation?" Bonnie asked in astonishment.
"Among other things." Damon stabbed in his hair. "Before we came home from Amsterdam and confronted the witchpires and the chaos my mother caused, I turned off my deeper feelings for you. I stopped craving for your blood."
"What did you do?" Bonnie's voice jumped an octave.
"As it turns out, I'm one of the few vampires who can turn off a single feeling without losing their humanity. And after I yanked you out of the car, I did that."
"So that next time you don't have to save me, you can still love Elena without guilt ?!" Bonnie was already shouting.
"No!" Damon was screaming now. "I did it so I wouldn't eat you! I would have burned in the sun or let Klaus bite me rather than hurt you again." The vampire gasped.
He stepped closer to the witch and placed his hand on the woman's two arms.
"Do you have any idea what I went through when you couldn't heal from my blood? How hard it was for me to live with the idea of you have to die one day. I wanted to turn you. I wanted to bite you because you are the one without whom I can't live."
Bonnie still stared at him in amazement.
"I left because I was unable to face your death. And I definitely wouldn't have tolerated it happening because of me."
"And what happened next? Why didn't you tell me that before? Why now?"
Damon looked up at the sky. The little witch asked a particularly good question.
"When I woke up, you were with someone else and you seemed happy. I didn't have the right to have say a word in your relationship or punch everything in your neck. I wanted to, but I didn't. Then the sirens came, I turned off, then for a while I played the angel of hell, then came Katherine, Stefan, etc.… All I wanted to you was to be happy. And I knew it couldn't work with me.
"Oh, Old Man!" Bonnie stroked his cheek. "When will you finally understand! We can't live without you either. You are a part of our lives because we are a family. You can't choose not to love because it's easier with that. That's the point. You don't love someone because it's so easy because it makes you happy at every moment. You can't control that."
"I've figured it out," Damon replied with a smile. "Only late. When you returned from your great El Camino, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't love Elena more, and I wouldn't love you less. This is not so. Even the turn off just eliminated the craving. Turns out I could only control this one." Damon switched to a slightly lighter tone. "I planned it all. I'm breaking up with Elena. Nice way not to hurt her. Then I stand in front of you in the most romantic way possible and invite you on a date." Bonnie chuckled. She was no longer angry. The vampire stood there in front of her like a shy teenager wanting to invite his school's most popular girl to the prom. "I even ordered flowers. White lilies because it's your favorite. I would have taken you to a fluffy restaurant, just like the average person does. Then after the candlelit dinner, I would have escorted you home, a delicious kiss on your lips, finally we would have arranged another date etc."
"Waow! That sounds really romantic. You could have softened a little," the witch teased, then put her arms in front of her chest and asked in a slightly more serious voice. "What happened?"
Damon sighed.
"I was already about to perform the big monologue when Elena walked out of the bathroom with a positive pregnancy test. I froze. I was confused and happy at the same time. I went to Rick that day, we had a drink, he congratulated from the bottom of his heart, and then I walked out to Stefan, too. I remembered that he died so that Elena and I could live a happy life. Not by the way, I wasn't sure you wouldn't slam the door on me or laugh in my face. That's why I did what I always did. I escaped. My marriage with Elena was a good little hiding place, and now that's why I'm getting the biggest headache you've ever given me, but that's how I was able to keep you.
"Two birds with one shout? "Surprisingly, Bonnie wasn't angry. "I did the same. I just denied having to face what I feel for you. I thought I was betraying those who gave their lives for Elena's happiness. I thought I was betraying…
"Enzo," Damon finished instead.
"Yes," Bonnie nodded. "It was a good thing to be with you, without any consequences, playing that we didn't hurt anyone. I could be mad at you and believe me, I really want to, but it's not going. I'm just as wrong as you." Bonnie pulled her arms around her even tighter and began to gnaw at the edge of her mouth. "The last year has been hell. And, yes, maybe it would have been a lot easier if I knew how you felt. But I was scared. I didn't want to ruin your life, and I didn't want to risk our friendship."
"I felt the same way, but it's not much easier now. I'm a vampire again, and something suggests that this time it's going to be a little harder to control myself. Given that I've only been fixing your neck for a while now."
Bonnie involuntarily got to her neck, then smiled at the look of Damon's desperate face. She stroked it, then kissed the vampire softly before the other touched his forehead to the woman's.
"Show me your face!"
Damon stared at her in surprise and pulled his head away from the witch's.
"I want to see!" Bonnie said firmly. "If you still think I'm scared of you or there is anything you can scare me with than show me your face!"
Damon had no trouble evoking the vampire face. He hadn't dared to let go of his teeth yet, the temptation was too great. Bonnie's fingers gently touched the blood-filled, dark blood vessels, then the witch kissed him passionately again, and Damon felt that this time everything would be different. His fears were gone, his suffering was over. He found his home. As they parted, the Bennett witch looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"I love you, Old Man! It doesn't matter if you're human or vampire. You are my best friend, and as it turns out, my truly desire is to be with you. So, if you want to taste me a little, just let me know! I trust you! And if that's such a problem for you that you were willing to risk everything for it, then we'll figure it out. As always."
Damon couldn't say a word. He was just standing there, with a goofy smile on his face, and he could only think how much he loved the woman in front of him. His heart was filled with warmth, and his body was buzzing with plenty of emotion that suddenly rushed at him. All he could do was kiss her. He inhaled the scent and tried to control himself. With his mouth, he breathed delicate kisses around Bonnie's neck, trying to hold the prickly pointed fangs in place.
However, something was wrong. Bonnie's heartbeat stopped, the blood was no longer bubbling in her veins, her body frozen. The air around them also seemed to freeze, as if time had stopped. Then a sharp pain ripped through his head. The constant cramps were almost unbearable, so he fell to his knees. Then, as suddenly as the pain came, it stopped as quickly, but Damon still saw stars. It hadn't been such a shocking experience in a long time. However, time began again. Some figures approached them.
"Greetings, witchy!" A really sexy British accent with a surprisingly pleasing organ.
"Lucifer, what the hell are you doing here!" It was Bonnie. Damon's head was still roaring.
"Is that how you should greet an old friend?" The British accent again.
"We came to you for your help!" Soft, deep sound.
"Amenadiel? I have one or two more words for you." Bonnie's sharp, threatening voice.
The next, however, completely shocked the vampire.
"We better all calm down a little." His own voice. "I'm sorry about the former, my dear shadowself, or my doppelganger. I don't know what you call it these days."
A figure looking exactly the same as him towered over him. With the same one-sided grin on his face as his own, he held out his hand to Damon. His eyes were the same as what he sees in the mirror every morning. He still accepted the hand in shock as he stood up, looking at Bonnie, who was perhaps even more surprised. The other Damon walked elegantly in front of the witch, who seemed to stiffen into a statue, took the woman's hand, and breathed a soft kiss on her wrist.
"I'm so glad for the luck, Miss Bennett, so I can finally contact you."
But the surprises are not over yet. A short black woman walked over to Damon. He held two wing-shaped blades, barely 10 inches, to his throat as he snarled into his face.
"Amazing Cas! He looks exactly like you. I hope you didn't hurt the witch, otherwise that's all for you," she said, addressing Damon this time.
"Stop yourself, Mazikeen! We are not here to kill my offspring's doppelganger." The privy edge didn't disappear from Lucifer's voice but this time the command was feel in it.
Mazikeen lowered his blades, and then Damon's nose was struck by a familiar smell, but he didn't want to believe his senses. He took a step back from the woman, then slowly turned his head sideways to the street-facing entrance to the back garden. At first he thought only his eyes were dazzling. He looked at the figure stepping on the grass, his idiot-looking, upward hair, his forever little brooding face that was now smiling wide at him, looking into his warm green eyes.
"Stefan," he whispered audibly.
"Hello, brother."
In a fraction of a second, he grew in front of his younger brother and hugged him as if it weren't tomorrow. He buried his head in Stefan's shoulder and just cried.
AN: With this chapter I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year:D I hope you like this story and if you want me to send some best wishes just write me:)) That will be my best christmas gift:))