Sigh. After many nights of guilt, I've finally managed to finish Inner
Turmoil. Thanks to everyone who supported me through the story. I do plan
on editing the entire thing and placing it on Twilight Tales and repost it
on Fanfiction.net. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and reminded me to get
my act in gear. Cheers.
Now it's time to finish Those Long Forgotten. Mutter, mutter..
Title: Inner Turmoil Part 13/13 Author: Lady Grimms Email: ladygrimms@hotmail.com
Chapter Thirteen:
Bonnie took the time to watch her family sleeping from afar. She grieved for them, for what she had lost. But there truly was nothing more she could do for them or herself. She was meant to die. The silent reassurances she sent in their dreamless slumber did nothing to alleviate the pain her death had caused.
Perhaps the hardest thing of all was avoiding detection from Stefan and Elena. Bonnie had yet to decide when and how to break the news to her friends that she was involved with Damon. As good as Damon's intensions were, there was always the underlying pleasure he would derive from it. Stefan would be the first to point it out.
She owned Damon a lot. And wouldn't bring him more grief from people who had such trouble understanding him. Not that she did either, but at least she'd had a glimpse. Elena had taken a step forward; Stefan still needed a good kick in the rear. And when Damon gave her the okay, she'd be the first to put on her cleats.
She still didn't understand the connection between her and Damon. It was partly physical; there was no denying that. But she cared deeply for him, her fear had long ago withered and died. And it wasn't her imagination that she could feel his night dark eyes on her while they slept. Both were looking for something in this world and she hoped they would find it in each other. If not, then it would still be one hell of a ride.
It was time to let go of the past and move on with her future. Still too weak to shift, she strolled through the streets of Fell's Church and headed for the schoolyard. Glad that the night was young and the townsfolk were nestled into their beds, unaware of the vampire roaming the streets. The presence she sought was already there. Surrounding him were Poppy and James.
Bonnie watched them for a while from the shadows, tasting the undercurrent of their discussion. Poppy had been crying; James did his duty to console her. Bonnie could feel Damon's irritation from a nearby. He had no regard for Night World citizens, but she was glad he'd allowed her to say her goodbyes.
Bonnie stepped out and approached them silently.
James saw her first, eyes widening slightly. He glanced around the clearing for Damon, but couldn't see the crow watching from a distance. Poppy was next, staring at her, obviously afraid. An uncomfortable silence descended. Bonnie couldn't change what she was and they couldn't help their instinctive fear.
It was Phil took the first stumbling step forward. He embraced her tightly. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispered into her hair. He, at least, understood that what who and what you are should be different things.
She laughed softly, carefully wrapping her arms around him. "Me too."
She felt crow eyes burrow into her back, making sure she knew not to take too long. It was coming time to feed. Her skin felt tight, senses more acute to the flow of blood running through Phil's veins. But he had nothing to fear from her.
Phil pulled back, a wry smile on his face. "Convinced him, did you? I must say it was quite a choice you made. That guy scared the shit out of me."
Bonnie winked at him and turned to Poppy. Her younger cousin smiled tentatively and said, "Welcome to the Night World."
"I don't think so," she replied. She felt the familiar dark presence off to the left, too far to read lips. She mouthed, "Maybe later." Glad to see Poppy relaxed.
*Bonnie, I can read your thoughts.*
*Damn it, Damon. Get out of my head!*
Bonnie pulled Poppy into a strong embrace, ignoring the younger woman's discomfort. "I'll keep in touch," Bonnie said. Her gaze shifted to Phil. "Don't change your email address."
He nodded. Bonnie could feel Damon's impatience. It was time to go.
"We would really appreciate your help, Bonnie." Poppy said softly.
Bonnie noticed the emphasis on "your". "We're a package, Poppy. And he's not so bad once you get to know him."
Poppy didn't look convinced. Phil just looked wary. Understandable considering it was Damon. The three said their goodbyes and moved to leave. James turned and met her eyes, a ferocious glint in his silver gaze.
"Smallwood is still alive."
Bonnie stared at him. Apparently, lamia could be just a bloodthirsty. Poppy glanced at her soulmate, confused. James smiled reassuringly at her. She didn't look convinced. Poppy didn't completely understand what it meant to be the hunter. Or rather, didn't have the instinct for revenge. James was stronger than she gave him credit.
She watched them drive off. Powerful arms wrapped around her waist, scent of leather and cologne, lips nuzzled her neck.
"Smallwood survived his encounter with you?" she said, savouring the touch.
Damon sighed. "This isn't some Night World crap, is it?"
Bonnie smiled. "Nah. I just wanted to give him my thanks for all he has done for us. It's time someone reminded him that the town belongs to the Fells. He's done enough damage here. If our intentions mix slightly with Night World, so be it. I'd rather he be dead than endanger me again or anyone I care for."
"I see you've already picked our feeding ground for the night."
Bonnie flashed an indulgent smile his way. "Perhaps."
The End
Now it's time to finish Those Long Forgotten. Mutter, mutter..
Title: Inner Turmoil Part 13/13 Author: Lady Grimms Email: ladygrimms@hotmail.com
Chapter Thirteen:
Bonnie took the time to watch her family sleeping from afar. She grieved for them, for what she had lost. But there truly was nothing more she could do for them or herself. She was meant to die. The silent reassurances she sent in their dreamless slumber did nothing to alleviate the pain her death had caused.
Perhaps the hardest thing of all was avoiding detection from Stefan and Elena. Bonnie had yet to decide when and how to break the news to her friends that she was involved with Damon. As good as Damon's intensions were, there was always the underlying pleasure he would derive from it. Stefan would be the first to point it out.
She owned Damon a lot. And wouldn't bring him more grief from people who had such trouble understanding him. Not that she did either, but at least she'd had a glimpse. Elena had taken a step forward; Stefan still needed a good kick in the rear. And when Damon gave her the okay, she'd be the first to put on her cleats.
She still didn't understand the connection between her and Damon. It was partly physical; there was no denying that. But she cared deeply for him, her fear had long ago withered and died. And it wasn't her imagination that she could feel his night dark eyes on her while they slept. Both were looking for something in this world and she hoped they would find it in each other. If not, then it would still be one hell of a ride.
It was time to let go of the past and move on with her future. Still too weak to shift, she strolled through the streets of Fell's Church and headed for the schoolyard. Glad that the night was young and the townsfolk were nestled into their beds, unaware of the vampire roaming the streets. The presence she sought was already there. Surrounding him were Poppy and James.
Bonnie watched them for a while from the shadows, tasting the undercurrent of their discussion. Poppy had been crying; James did his duty to console her. Bonnie could feel Damon's irritation from a nearby. He had no regard for Night World citizens, but she was glad he'd allowed her to say her goodbyes.
Bonnie stepped out and approached them silently.
James saw her first, eyes widening slightly. He glanced around the clearing for Damon, but couldn't see the crow watching from a distance. Poppy was next, staring at her, obviously afraid. An uncomfortable silence descended. Bonnie couldn't change what she was and they couldn't help their instinctive fear.
It was Phil took the first stumbling step forward. He embraced her tightly. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispered into her hair. He, at least, understood that what who and what you are should be different things.
She laughed softly, carefully wrapping her arms around him. "Me too."
She felt crow eyes burrow into her back, making sure she knew not to take too long. It was coming time to feed. Her skin felt tight, senses more acute to the flow of blood running through Phil's veins. But he had nothing to fear from her.
Phil pulled back, a wry smile on his face. "Convinced him, did you? I must say it was quite a choice you made. That guy scared the shit out of me."
Bonnie winked at him and turned to Poppy. Her younger cousin smiled tentatively and said, "Welcome to the Night World."
"I don't think so," she replied. She felt the familiar dark presence off to the left, too far to read lips. She mouthed, "Maybe later." Glad to see Poppy relaxed.
*Bonnie, I can read your thoughts.*
*Damn it, Damon. Get out of my head!*
Bonnie pulled Poppy into a strong embrace, ignoring the younger woman's discomfort. "I'll keep in touch," Bonnie said. Her gaze shifted to Phil. "Don't change your email address."
He nodded. Bonnie could feel Damon's impatience. It was time to go.
"We would really appreciate your help, Bonnie." Poppy said softly.
Bonnie noticed the emphasis on "your". "We're a package, Poppy. And he's not so bad once you get to know him."
Poppy didn't look convinced. Phil just looked wary. Understandable considering it was Damon. The three said their goodbyes and moved to leave. James turned and met her eyes, a ferocious glint in his silver gaze.
"Smallwood is still alive."
Bonnie stared at him. Apparently, lamia could be just a bloodthirsty. Poppy glanced at her soulmate, confused. James smiled reassuringly at her. She didn't look convinced. Poppy didn't completely understand what it meant to be the hunter. Or rather, didn't have the instinct for revenge. James was stronger than she gave him credit.
She watched them drive off. Powerful arms wrapped around her waist, scent of leather and cologne, lips nuzzled her neck.
"Smallwood survived his encounter with you?" she said, savouring the touch.
Damon sighed. "This isn't some Night World crap, is it?"
Bonnie smiled. "Nah. I just wanted to give him my thanks for all he has done for us. It's time someone reminded him that the town belongs to the Fells. He's done enough damage here. If our intentions mix slightly with Night World, so be it. I'd rather he be dead than endanger me again or anyone I care for."
"I see you've already picked our feeding ground for the night."
Bonnie flashed an indulgent smile his way. "Perhaps."
The End