Part 7
Stefan frowned at Elena as she bustled around their room, throwing things into a suitcase. He'd always pictured her as a tidy packer, he was slightly surprised at the random, hurried manner she was throwing things - both their things - into the Gucci suitcase on the bed. He watched her for a few minutes before speaking. She went to the phone, and booked them on the first flight available to Washington, then booked them a rental car.
**(A/n: As far as I know, Fell's Church was in Virginia, and being a small town, it's unlikely to have an airport, Washington is supposed to be somewhere in the Virginia area, or at least with in driving range, though I've got no idea how long it would take. My geographical knowledge relates to major US cities basic locations, so if this is a totally un-doable journey, correct me and I'll change it to something more apt). **
"What's going on?" he asked, when she hung up. He knew from the look on her face it wasn't going to be worth arguing about going back, despite whatever the "situation" was. She'd already made up her mind, and once she did that, there was no changing it.
"I told you. We're going home."
"I know that," he said as he followed her out the door, down the apartment steps and to the chauffer driven car outside. The apartment and the money technically still belonged to Damon, but he said he didn't need the apartment at the moment, he took what he needed when he did and the rest was left to them. Naturally, after Elena had come back and they'd finally gotten married in Italy, he'd spoiled her rotten. Generally, he gave her anything she wanted without much of an argument.
But going back to Fell's Church...she was supposed to be dead and buried. What would happen if anyone saw them both? He doubted the place would be too happy to see the return of either one of them. Hence, why they'd gone back to Italy.
He remembered the dream he'd had before being woken by the ringing phone. One of the very few other people he had dated. He didn't mention any of it to Elena. Not yet, anyway.
Elena told him about the girl who had moved into her old house, how people were whispering because of the striking similarity. Her tone wasn't pleased, and if anything, a little jealous. He kept his face neutral and talked very little during the long trip back. He had a pretty good idea what was going on. He wished his (and maybe Damon's) ex's had slightly more original ideas for revenge in mind. Didn't history have better things to do with its time than keep repeating itself?
* * *
Bonnie had to force herself to keep her cool at the unexpected, and unwanted sight of Damon on her doorstep. She'd still never forgotten how he's almost killed her. Maybe she was being a tad overdramatic there, but that was what it had felt like to her.
She was still on the phone to Elena, and had to rush back to tell her. The next thing she knew Elena and Stefan were coming back. That was the whole reason she'd called them, wasn't it?
Damon was still hovering on the doorstep. "You're not inviting me in this time?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I thought once vampires were invited they could come and go as they please."
Damon's laughter still managed to send shivers down her spine. "Yes, well, I was attempting to be polite. I thought you might appreciate that more."
"Fine." Bonnie stepped aside as he came in and sat down on the couch in the lounge. Thank God her parents weren't in at the moment. They had gone out for dinner. The last thing she needed to explain to them were two vampires and a friend who was supposed to be dead. "What are you doing here?"
"There's a new girl in Elena's house. Have you seen her?" His tone was casual, but there was something else underneath Bonnie couldn't quite detect. Something had happened to him. And it was more than running into yet another Elena/Katherine look-a-like. Bonnie was already thinking it was getting monotonous.
"I saw her in the library. But whatever you're here for has nothing to do with her. And you didn't drop by for a social visit." ~At least~ she thought, ~I hope he didn't. ~
"Her name is Jane," he said.
They sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes. Bonnie was waiting for him to tell her why he was there. She had never imagined him finding anything difficult to talk about. He always managed to find little ways to surprise her.
"The sooner you tell me, the sooner we sort it out and the sooner you go away." She hoped her voice didn't sound too rushed.
Damon frowned, standing up and starting to pace around the small coffee table. "I've been having dreams. About a girl I've never met before. I'm also positive I'm being followed, almost h - " He broke off and sat down again. Bonnie realised he was about to say being *hunted*. She couldn't imagine why that should surprise her. There were people who really hunted vampires. Had he pissed one of them off?
Then she got it. "Jeez, here we go again. She's not quite Katherine, she's not quite Elena, and she's not this third girl, Jane, is she?" She was already bored. Damon clearly had no clue who the girl was. She thought of her own dream before she'd called Elena. The crazy not-Katherine girl, and the running not-Elena girl. ~This is getting ridiculous~ she thought moodily. ~How many times are we going to have to live through this?~
"She broke into my hotel room and left a red rose on my pillow."
Bonnie blinked. Red rose? Some sort of symbolic thing to do with love, vampires and blood. She was seeing a pattern starting to emerge. But Damon didn't even seem to know a name to give her. So maybe this girl had nothing to do with him. But then that would mean...
~Well~ she thought reasonably. ~Stefan had to have been *doing* something with himself for the five hundred years he's been alive. I suppose if he's ever had girlfriends, they're going to follow the same profile.~ Her eyes rolled. She'd have thought if Stefan would be trying to get *over* Katherine, then he should have gone for something totally the opposite to her.
"They're both on their way back even as I speak," she said softly. Damon didn't respond to that.
"You're going to make me wait until they come, aren't you?"
"There's nothing I can do until I can drag some answers from Stefan."
Damon snorted. "He really needs some variety in his taste."
Bonnie wondered if there was something else Damon was trying to get at there. She decided she didn't want to pursue it. The sooner he was out her house the easier she could breathe. "Give me your number and I'll call you when they get here, then we'll figure something out. This has to stop. It's irritating." She picked up the pad of paper by the phone and gave it to Damon, who scribbled her a number. He took the hint and left with an irritatingly gorgeous smile and a slight wave.
Bonnie shut the door, trying not to think about all the things that were likely to go wrong this time round.
* * *
Stefan frowned at Elena as she bustled around their room, throwing things into a suitcase. He'd always pictured her as a tidy packer, he was slightly surprised at the random, hurried manner she was throwing things - both their things - into the Gucci suitcase on the bed. He watched her for a few minutes before speaking. She went to the phone, and booked them on the first flight available to Washington, then booked them a rental car.
**(A/n: As far as I know, Fell's Church was in Virginia, and being a small town, it's unlikely to have an airport, Washington is supposed to be somewhere in the Virginia area, or at least with in driving range, though I've got no idea how long it would take. My geographical knowledge relates to major US cities basic locations, so if this is a totally un-doable journey, correct me and I'll change it to something more apt). **
"What's going on?" he asked, when she hung up. He knew from the look on her face it wasn't going to be worth arguing about going back, despite whatever the "situation" was. She'd already made up her mind, and once she did that, there was no changing it.
"I told you. We're going home."
"I know that," he said as he followed her out the door, down the apartment steps and to the chauffer driven car outside. The apartment and the money technically still belonged to Damon, but he said he didn't need the apartment at the moment, he took what he needed when he did and the rest was left to them. Naturally, after Elena had come back and they'd finally gotten married in Italy, he'd spoiled her rotten. Generally, he gave her anything she wanted without much of an argument.
But going back to Fell's Church...she was supposed to be dead and buried. What would happen if anyone saw them both? He doubted the place would be too happy to see the return of either one of them. Hence, why they'd gone back to Italy.
He remembered the dream he'd had before being woken by the ringing phone. One of the very few other people he had dated. He didn't mention any of it to Elena. Not yet, anyway.
Elena told him about the girl who had moved into her old house, how people were whispering because of the striking similarity. Her tone wasn't pleased, and if anything, a little jealous. He kept his face neutral and talked very little during the long trip back. He had a pretty good idea what was going on. He wished his (and maybe Damon's) ex's had slightly more original ideas for revenge in mind. Didn't history have better things to do with its time than keep repeating itself?
* * *
Bonnie had to force herself to keep her cool at the unexpected, and unwanted sight of Damon on her doorstep. She'd still never forgotten how he's almost killed her. Maybe she was being a tad overdramatic there, but that was what it had felt like to her.
She was still on the phone to Elena, and had to rush back to tell her. The next thing she knew Elena and Stefan were coming back. That was the whole reason she'd called them, wasn't it?
Damon was still hovering on the doorstep. "You're not inviting me in this time?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I thought once vampires were invited they could come and go as they please."
Damon's laughter still managed to send shivers down her spine. "Yes, well, I was attempting to be polite. I thought you might appreciate that more."
"Fine." Bonnie stepped aside as he came in and sat down on the couch in the lounge. Thank God her parents weren't in at the moment. They had gone out for dinner. The last thing she needed to explain to them were two vampires and a friend who was supposed to be dead. "What are you doing here?"
"There's a new girl in Elena's house. Have you seen her?" His tone was casual, but there was something else underneath Bonnie couldn't quite detect. Something had happened to him. And it was more than running into yet another Elena/Katherine look-a-like. Bonnie was already thinking it was getting monotonous.
"I saw her in the library. But whatever you're here for has nothing to do with her. And you didn't drop by for a social visit." ~At least~ she thought, ~I hope he didn't. ~
"Her name is Jane," he said.
They sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes. Bonnie was waiting for him to tell her why he was there. She had never imagined him finding anything difficult to talk about. He always managed to find little ways to surprise her.
"The sooner you tell me, the sooner we sort it out and the sooner you go away." She hoped her voice didn't sound too rushed.
Damon frowned, standing up and starting to pace around the small coffee table. "I've been having dreams. About a girl I've never met before. I'm also positive I'm being followed, almost h - " He broke off and sat down again. Bonnie realised he was about to say being *hunted*. She couldn't imagine why that should surprise her. There were people who really hunted vampires. Had he pissed one of them off?
Then she got it. "Jeez, here we go again. She's not quite Katherine, she's not quite Elena, and she's not this third girl, Jane, is she?" She was already bored. Damon clearly had no clue who the girl was. She thought of her own dream before she'd called Elena. The crazy not-Katherine girl, and the running not-Elena girl. ~This is getting ridiculous~ she thought moodily. ~How many times are we going to have to live through this?~
"She broke into my hotel room and left a red rose on my pillow."
Bonnie blinked. Red rose? Some sort of symbolic thing to do with love, vampires and blood. She was seeing a pattern starting to emerge. But Damon didn't even seem to know a name to give her. So maybe this girl had nothing to do with him. But then that would mean...
~Well~ she thought reasonably. ~Stefan had to have been *doing* something with himself for the five hundred years he's been alive. I suppose if he's ever had girlfriends, they're going to follow the same profile.~ Her eyes rolled. She'd have thought if Stefan would be trying to get *over* Katherine, then he should have gone for something totally the opposite to her.
"They're both on their way back even as I speak," she said softly. Damon didn't respond to that.
"You're going to make me wait until they come, aren't you?"
"There's nothing I can do until I can drag some answers from Stefan."
Damon snorted. "He really needs some variety in his taste."
Bonnie wondered if there was something else Damon was trying to get at there. She decided she didn't want to pursue it. The sooner he was out her house the easier she could breathe. "Give me your number and I'll call you when they get here, then we'll figure something out. This has to stop. It's irritating." She picked up the pad of paper by the phone and gave it to Damon, who scribbled her a number. He took the hint and left with an irritatingly gorgeous smile and a slight wave.
Bonnie shut the door, trying not to think about all the things that were likely to go wrong this time round.
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