Well back to Bonnie and her condition. And the power of a mother's love.
Disclaimer: Characters, places, and the like from the Vampire Diaries are the property of LJ Smith. I'm just borrowing them to create this tale. All other characters that have no ties to any other fics belong to me!
Chapter Three
Bonnie hadn't the strength to write anymore. To be honest, she didn't have the strength for much of anything. Her condition had taken a turn for the worse, and now the doctors were only giving her days to live rather than weeks.
December third, and there was no word if Damon received her letter. Well it would take time, since she hadn't sent it overnight. Bonnie resigned to the fact that Damon would hear of her death before he would get that letter.
Bonnie sighed. 'What was I expecting? Roses and an I love you Bonnie, please don't leave me? Maybe a let me turn you so we don't lose you at the least? No, Damon doesn't want anything to do with us. But, at least I got to say what I've held inside for so long … or some of it anyway.'
She looked out her window at the setting sun. Bonnie hadn't been able to get out of her bed since she finished Damon's letter two days before.
The rest hadn't checked in with her, so none of them knew. And maybe that was for the best. She didn't want to ruin their holidays.
Glancing around her room, Bonnie couldn't help but grin. Her sister and father had decorated it for the holidays. Lights, tinsel, a small tree, holly, they even promised her a Yule log in her fireplace come Yule.
She doubted the rest of the house looked this nice, if it had any decorations at all.
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Damon let out a roar as he bolted upright in bed. Same dream, same reaction.
His mother was –kneeling at a grave … weeping inconsolably. She kept crying out, "My little boy is gone! I tried, but I failed him! Why oh why Damon? I tried to give you what you need, but you refuse me!"
Then he would wake with a start.
Two days now he had that nightmare. Ever since he got that letter!
Once again he pulled the letter out and started to rip it in half, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He sat in his chair and re-read it. She sounded as if there was something she had held back, and yet the tone was of finality – as if she didn't expect to see him again in this life.
Why would she? And why would his mother weep so?
It hadn't been his own grave … or had it? No, if she were weeping for him it would be at the family crypt. So who's grave was it? Not Bonnie's. His mother never met the unusual witch.
It wasn't Stefan's grave. He would be laid to rest at the family crypt as well. And their mother had always called the brat her little bambino. Only Damon did she ever call her little boy.
Why was he letting the dream bother him? After all it was just a dream. He would never be able to speak to his mother again.
But, Bonnie talked to Elena that way. And he had more Powers open to him than Bonnie had at that time.
But would his mother speak to him?
Short, I know. But, I want to keep all of you guessing.