In the one hundred and seventy years he had been alive, Damon had rarely felt possessive of anyone whose name was not Katherine, Elena or even Stefan. It wasn't that he didn't want to care for other people. No sir, he had cared for Emily. Sometimes he thought that if things had been different and Katherine hadn't been as gravitating, he would have fallen in love with the witch.
He liked to think sometimes that he had. He had loved her and it was why he was so possessive of her bloodline. That every other generation, he's find a Bennett that had a characteristic of him or Stefan or the brother they never spoke of. The one their father had with a maid and then paid her off to get rid of it. Who knows, maybe the Bennetts were his.
Maybe that was why he was so possessive of Bonnie. Because he knew, deep down, it wasn't Elena, it would be Bonnie. Bonnie with her judgey little eyes and her annoyed pout. Bonnie, who he knew had this odd daddy kink because he had accidentally heard her one night outside her window. Pretty little Bonnie, who was currently shooting him the most venomous glare he had ever seen.
Because let's face it; he'd expect tongue hockey from Blondie. He's even seen what Elena could do from her make out sessions with Stefan (and the few times he's stopped them from resuming their coitus early in the mornings during the weekends). But Bonnie? Never seen it.
So the idea of her not only play tongue shuffle but also doing it with a hybrid and and Original, was unsettling. Had she lost her mind?
He found himself voicing that last one when she was unable to answer him.
"Bonnie, I am going to ask you one last time." He was annoyed that she hadn't answered him. She just stood there with her glare while in her pajamas. He sat up from her bed and set the teddy bear down. His words were spoken slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. "Did you shove your tongue down Lockwood and Mikaelson's throats?"
He didn't like the image that conjured. The little witch pressed between the two men in question, head thrown back in pleasure as they took turns kissing her lips, her check and chest. It made him shudder and also want to rip out their throats.
"Damon, are you drunk?"
He was straight faced as he answered. "I've had a few bottles but I can assure you, I'm sober right now."
"Funny because you being sober wouldn't warrant any of this. Get the hell out of my house," Bonnie hissed and crossed her arms over her chest. He could hear the phone had stopped vibrating. Good, maybe know he could have her full attention.
"Not until we have this talk, Bonnie. I'm still your guardian--"
"Like hell you are." Bonnie snapped. Her magic buzzed along her skin. How dare he? Who gave him the balls to act like he fucking cared about her family? Where was this false concern when Grams died of exhaustion? When they used a goddamn coin to chose between her and Abby?
"I am."
"Well you need to be re-educated on what a guardian is and their duties. I won't say again, Damon. Get the hell out before I force you out."
"Not until you--"
She let out a groan. "I never did anything with Tyler or Kol! Who the hell gave you that idea?"
"My source is...can be reliable."
Bonnie scoffed. In other words, his source was possibly Katherine come to stir up trouble. She'd have to let the others know. But right now, she wanted Damon gone.
"Leave Damon. You are not welcome here," she ordered, feeling the invitation be revoked.
It was almost comedic watching his face as he felt the magic take effect. First he was smug and then a second later, that melted away to confusion before he found himself thrown from her bed and out her window. Lucy had taught her that little trick.
She waved her hand and let the room clean itself. Broken glass reconstructed itself and her sheets fluffed and straightened. She went back to her task at hand.
As far as she knew, neither of the boys would be showing up tonight. But she's know when she woke up. For now, she grabbed a pair of joggers and a jacket.
Hayley's messages were being read as she placed a quick warming spell on herself, did her hair in a messy bun and grabbed some shoes.
Caroline huffed as she sat down at the Grille. Elena had gone to and get into Stefan's pants/get some form of closure. Or maybe she'd fall into bed with Damon.
Or Elijah if she got lucky.
The blonde huffed. Everyone was getting someone but her. Tyler had dumped her and cheated on her. And she...she lost her best friend. She lost her sister.
Bonnie hurt her. She didn't care so much that Tyler did what he did. It hurt her more that Bonnie did. She loved her boyfriend but nothing hurt more than learning your boyfriend and your best friend not only slept together in a moment of anger and need an outlet, but every time after that, they slowly fell for each other.
Tyler would sneak back until Mystic Falls and every time she thought it was just for her. But maybe, after seeing her, he'd go off to see Bonnie.
"What can I get for you?" A waitress asked her.
"A basket of curly fries and a choco-banana shake." She answered, and had to stop herself from ordering a shake for a nonexistent Bonnie.
They always came to the Grille to dish out their boy troubles. Or get away from Elena, or just to talk. Now Caroline would be sitting here wallowing in self pity.
Bonnie sat in her car, parked in the parking lot of the Grille.
She had a choice. She could go in there and risk seeing Caroline or drive somewhere else and order food. She was tempted with the second but she loved their chili cheese fries. Especially when they used curly fries.
Her stomach grumbled. Come on, Bennett. Just go in there and order your fries and your shake.
So seeing Caroline was a possibility. She had to eventually. A supernatural disaster was bound to happen within a few days. She took a deep breath to calm herself, zipped up her jacket and opened the car door. She shut it, locked her Prius and then headed inside.
Curly fries slathered in chili sauce and cheese and a strawberry cheesecake shake. That was what would keep her going.
She smelt her before she even heard the door open. Caroline watched as Bonnie headed for the take out section and smiled at the waiter. Matt was off that night, Caroline knew because he was current between a she-wolf's legs. She listened as Bonnie placed her order of chili fries and a shake and then moved to go sit in a booth and wait.
Her eyes caught sight of her but she didn't say a word. Instead, she focused on a message on her cell phone. That was a low blow if Caroline ever had one.
It was like her transition all over again.
Only this time, there was a different boy involved.
Caroline huffed and picked at her basket of fries. She did that until she saw Bonnie head off towards the bathroom.
Maybe she'd catch her when she got back.
