[ttales] 18: VD: She Got Away With Me - Part 1/?
By: Arianaisis
Note: Please R&R
Damon was worried.
He'd been with bonnie for two weeks now and they had fallen into a pleasant routine. They would make lo- ... have sex all night long then fall into a hazy sleep. Bonnie would wake up early in the morning to go to work, and where she got her strength, Damon didn't know. He could barely get up to feed the few minutes at night in which bonnie let him rest. He would wait in Bonnie's apartment (reluctantly anxious) until the afternoon, when Bonnie would come and they would fall tangled into bed and melding together once again. After the first few days, Damon guessed that bonnie realized he did nothing while she was at work, so she suggested (or more like constantly insisted, to the point of annoyance) that he find something to do.
"The must be something you could do." She insisted for the hundredth time that day.
"I don't want to do anything." And it was true, Damon really couldn't be bothered to do something at daytime, when he usually slept. It was the reason he gave Bonnie and the excuse he kept using to keep himself from thinking that all he was doing was waiting for Bonnie to return. Except that after the first week he wasn't even sleeping anymore. All he did was stare at the TV and jump at any sound he heard outside the artsy apartment door. And that was annoying him too. The fact that he waited for bonnie anxiously, as if he's whole day had been building up to the moment in which bonnie would walk through the door and no words would be spoken. All that could be heard was the sound of clothes being discarded and relieved sights as they came together in Bonnies large bed. Add all these unlikely factors to the most important part of the equation, the fact that Damon couldn't see himself leaving anytime soon, and that made for a very disruptive development.
Damon was indeed worried.
And what annoyed him the most was that bonnie didn't seem in the least bit phased or worried about what was going on between them. She didn't, like most women would, ask any questions or demanded anything of him. He knew she enjoyed herself with the same fervor that he did. Could hear her pleasure every time he touched her. Yet he had to wonder what her reaction would be if he left. Would she care at all? Would she be angry or disappointed? Or would she move on as if nothing had changed? That thought disturbed Damons mind more than he cared to admit.
Damon knew he wasn't in love with the witch and was certain that, even though bonnie cared for him, she wasn't in love with him either. So what was it that drew him to her? If the before mentioned statement concerning Bonnies love for him or lack there of was anything to go by, Damon knew he wasn't out to break the women. Regardless of Bonnies physical attraction to him and her ability to like him, even knowing what he was and what he had done and probably would do, he was sure that her feelings weren't enough for him to be able to use them against her. She had indeed grown stronger, and while not immune to him and his charm, she had developed the ability to fight back with an endearing charm of her own. Therefore, balancing things out and making them more interesting than they would have been if could've been able to manipulate her, like he had before.
The question had been what he was to do, to ensure that his... feelings for bonnie didn't develop into something more than physical attraction and earned respect. He was reluctant to do anything that might hurt bonnie, although that seemed like the easiest way out of the situation. In fact, he was more reluctant to find out if he could hurt her, if she really cared enough to be affected by his vindictiveness. He figured he would just leave, as he was sure, bonnie already knew would happen. That way, he'd never get to know whether his leaving hurt her or not and he didn't have to worry about falling in... into a situation where he might not be in control.
Bonnie,
I enjoyed my time with you, but I must take my leave. Business in Italy will not wait. Perhaps we will see each other again sometime soon, I wouldn't mind that at all. Thank you for your hospitality.
Always, Damon
Simple note. Nothing to lead her to believe that the desicion to leave was not made lightly, but nothing to make her think that he hadnt appreciated what had transpired between them. Simple. All he had to do now was get his things and walk out that door, just leave. Now. Before he changed his mind.
Picking up the phone he dialed the taxi company.
"Yes, hello. Send a taxi to 13th and Broadway, the Columbus apartments. Thank you" He looked around at the place he had become so familiar with. The black and red leather couch, the hall that led to the bedroom. He walked down the hall way, into the bedroom and inhaled deeply the scent that was bonnie. Strawberries and ancient power. Fire and blood. He would, if nothing more, remember this two weeks if fondness. Maybe he would even call bonnie after a couple of months passed by, just to see if there was any change. To see if his leave had made any change in her.
"Later, Red." He whispered softly before picking up his suitcase and walking out of the apartment.
By: Arianaisis
Note: Please R&R
Damon was worried.
He'd been with bonnie for two weeks now and they had fallen into a pleasant routine. They would make lo- ... have sex all night long then fall into a hazy sleep. Bonnie would wake up early in the morning to go to work, and where she got her strength, Damon didn't know. He could barely get up to feed the few minutes at night in which bonnie let him rest. He would wait in Bonnie's apartment (reluctantly anxious) until the afternoon, when Bonnie would come and they would fall tangled into bed and melding together once again. After the first few days, Damon guessed that bonnie realized he did nothing while she was at work, so she suggested (or more like constantly insisted, to the point of annoyance) that he find something to do.
"The must be something you could do." She insisted for the hundredth time that day.
"I don't want to do anything." And it was true, Damon really couldn't be bothered to do something at daytime, when he usually slept. It was the reason he gave Bonnie and the excuse he kept using to keep himself from thinking that all he was doing was waiting for Bonnie to return. Except that after the first week he wasn't even sleeping anymore. All he did was stare at the TV and jump at any sound he heard outside the artsy apartment door. And that was annoying him too. The fact that he waited for bonnie anxiously, as if he's whole day had been building up to the moment in which bonnie would walk through the door and no words would be spoken. All that could be heard was the sound of clothes being discarded and relieved sights as they came together in Bonnies large bed. Add all these unlikely factors to the most important part of the equation, the fact that Damon couldn't see himself leaving anytime soon, and that made for a very disruptive development.
Damon was indeed worried.
And what annoyed him the most was that bonnie didn't seem in the least bit phased or worried about what was going on between them. She didn't, like most women would, ask any questions or demanded anything of him. He knew she enjoyed herself with the same fervor that he did. Could hear her pleasure every time he touched her. Yet he had to wonder what her reaction would be if he left. Would she care at all? Would she be angry or disappointed? Or would she move on as if nothing had changed? That thought disturbed Damons mind more than he cared to admit.
Damon knew he wasn't in love with the witch and was certain that, even though bonnie cared for him, she wasn't in love with him either. So what was it that drew him to her? If the before mentioned statement concerning Bonnies love for him or lack there of was anything to go by, Damon knew he wasn't out to break the women. Regardless of Bonnies physical attraction to him and her ability to like him, even knowing what he was and what he had done and probably would do, he was sure that her feelings weren't enough for him to be able to use them against her. She had indeed grown stronger, and while not immune to him and his charm, she had developed the ability to fight back with an endearing charm of her own. Therefore, balancing things out and making them more interesting than they would have been if could've been able to manipulate her, like he had before.
The question had been what he was to do, to ensure that his... feelings for bonnie didn't develop into something more than physical attraction and earned respect. He was reluctant to do anything that might hurt bonnie, although that seemed like the easiest way out of the situation. In fact, he was more reluctant to find out if he could hurt her, if she really cared enough to be affected by his vindictiveness. He figured he would just leave, as he was sure, bonnie already knew would happen. That way, he'd never get to know whether his leaving hurt her or not and he didn't have to worry about falling in... into a situation where he might not be in control.
Bonnie,
I enjoyed my time with you, but I must take my leave. Business in Italy will not wait. Perhaps we will see each other again sometime soon, I wouldn't mind that at all. Thank you for your hospitality.
Always, Damon
Simple note. Nothing to lead her to believe that the desicion to leave was not made lightly, but nothing to make her think that he hadnt appreciated what had transpired between them. Simple. All he had to do now was get his things and walk out that door, just leave. Now. Before he changed his mind.
Picking up the phone he dialed the taxi company.
"Yes, hello. Send a taxi to 13th and Broadway, the Columbus apartments. Thank you" He looked around at the place he had become so familiar with. The black and red leather couch, the hall that led to the bedroom. He walked down the hall way, into the bedroom and inhaled deeply the scent that was bonnie. Strawberries and ancient power. Fire and blood. He would, if nothing more, remember this two weeks if fondness. Maybe he would even call bonnie after a couple of months passed by, just to see if there was any change. To see if his leave had made any change in her.
"Later, Red." He whispered softly before picking up his suitcase and walking out of the apartment.