Some low rate religious Types
His hunt had been very successful, an extremely delectible blonde had stumbled into his path not five minutes after he had stepped out of his car.She had flirted with him openly and so convincing her to accompany him into the side ally had been easy.Damon licked his lips as he used the automatic lock to close the garage door.
But blondes were the farthest thing from his mind as he walked through the front door, no he was thinking of red heads as he began to climb the stairs to check on his befuddled witch, who was now, apparently, sleeping peacefully in a room above his head.
He made it half way up the stairs before, the senior maid, Hilena called after him."Signor, Signor?"
Damon gave a resigned sigh."Yes Hilena?"
"I have a very important message for you from your brother, Signor."She stated, stopping at the foot of the stairs, aged face flushed from her work.
Her statement made Damon raise an eyebrow.Stefan trying to speak with me.Hail Mary full of Grace, when's the apocalypse coming?"What was the message?"
"He wants you to call him as soon as you have the time Signor."Hilena told him, awaiting a response.He turned and finished his acsent to the second floor.
"Is that all?"He enquired, without turning.
"Yes Signor."Hilena answered, returning to her duties.
"Gratzi."
He had just shrugged off his shirt when the phone rang.Damon knew it was Stefan and picked up the reciever before the noise woke Bonnie.From his earlier observatiopns it was obvious she was in urgent need of rest."Hello Little brother, I hear you've been trying to contact me."Damon said, using that patronizing tone that ruffled Stefans feathers.
"Have you seen Bonnie?"His brother asked, with an urgency that intrigued him.
"Why?Should I have?"Damon said, his voice emotionless.
"Listen Damon I don't have time to play word games so just answer the fucking question!"
Damon leaned against the nearby wall."Such language little brother."
"Oh damn you, you egotistical stupid-"
Damon heard the sounds of a scuffle and a moment later a calm confident voice floated to his ears."Listen Damon, I know that you and Stefan have history.But this is really important.Have you seen Bonnie?"
Her voice caused conflicting emotions to cross over his face."Yes, Elena.At this point in time she's sleeping in the room right beside me."He said, no nonsense.
"Thank God."A pause."And she's sleeping?"Elena queried, as if sleeping was some unspeakable curse word.
"Well, unless my vampiric powers are completely screwed, yes she is."Damon replied.By now he was very curious."May I ask why you and Stefan are having an embolism over the whereabouts of my Scottish guest?"
"She in serious trouble Damon!"Those five words made his heart flip flop, the blonde he'd tasted earlier must have had some disease to affect him like this."Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."Damon confirmed, voice still cold."What kind of trouble are we talking about?"
Elena seemed to still on the other side of the phone before she continued."You've probably realised that Bonnies telepathic powers have increased immensly since your last visit to Fells Church."Elena said, taking another breath."Well about ten months ago, Bonnie started getting weird letters in the mail.Stuff about her being unnatural.At the time she thought it was just kids messing around.But then she was getting dead animals posted to her."Damon heard Elena shift on her seat."Which was scary sure, but she could deal.Anyway it was two months ago when... her... she was..."Elena choked back tears and Damon heard Stefan mutter comforting words and taking the phone from his distressed wife.
"What was she trying to say Stefan?"Damon demanded, using his brothers name.He did it so seldom he could count the amount of times on his fingers.
"They massacred her family Damon, her mom, dad, even her kid sister.Sliced them up with knives while they made her watch."Stefan paused on the other end of the line."Did you hear me?"
"I heard you.Who are 'they'?"Damon asked.
"The Sect.Some all vampire group preaching religious purity of the undead and naming all psychics, telekinetics, witches, anything with supernatural links that aren't vampires heathens and abominations."Stefan informed him.
Damon had encountered them a couple of years ago, and ever since then they had given him a wide birth."So why Bonnie?And why didn't she tell you where she was going?"
His brother sighed."Her powers are extraordinary, she's stronger than any other human psychic alive today.And she's stronger than me.She's the female Jesus of the psychic world and so The Sect figure that they'd score major points with other vampires by nailing the strongest heathen first."
Damon was silent for a moment."And why is it that she didn't tell you where she was going?"
"Well,"Stefan sounded uncomfortable."After what happend, Meridith and Matt thought she would be safer with us.She got here, but she was like a zombie, barely sleeping, eating.Things were fine for about a month and then..."He hesitated."Then The Sect attacked us, me and Bonnie barely managed to run them off, since they're not particularly smart.But we were all beaten up, Me more than anyone else.Two days later she disappeared."
A long expanding silence echoed on both sides of the phone.Before Stefan broke in."Damon?"
He shook himself, he almost missed the chance to annoy his brother."Really little brother I am disappointed in you!Some low rate religious types getting the best of you."Damon sent him disgust.
"Go to hell you sanctamonious bastard."Stefan yammered down the line.More noises then Elena was back.
"I know you don't owe us anything Damon.But if you can keep Bonnie there for a couple more days just until we get there you would really help us a lot."
Tired of this conversation he mumbled an affirmative and hung up.He sat for a few moments in silent thought.No wonder she looked so tired and her power centre was all over the place.Her family dead, on the run and no one she can trust to keep her safe.And you had to flash all of those blades at her didn't you.No wonder she was pale and speechless earlier.He got up and opened the adjoining door to their rooms.
Bonnie was asleep, breathing deeply.The covers pulled up around her like a cocoon.She turned over, a shadow playing over her well chiselled features.Then it was gone and the moonlight framed her face, the remnants of her lost innocents lingering as she slept.
"Good night, Il mio fiamma dea pelosa."He whispered closing the door and disposing of the rest of his clothes, he got into bed and awaited sleep.
It didn't come, his thoughts drifted to Bonnie.He had seen a lot of killing and death in the past five hundred years, but he himself, was a creature born to reap death and so it was natural for him to accept.But Bonnie wasn't a vampire, and nor was she the kind of human to revel in the pain of others.He imagined Bonnie suffering through what Stefan had described over the phone and shook off the feelings those thoughts invoked.
What was wrong with him?Was he finally losing his mind after all those years of complete apathy?Was he begining to feel?No, it was preposterous.Impossible.
Damon turned onto his stomach, willing himself into sleep.Slumber finally came, but only after an image,sprang from his mind, unbidden.Sorrowful eyes of choclate brown staring up at him in shock.
His hunt had been very successful, an extremely delectible blonde had stumbled into his path not five minutes after he had stepped out of his car.She had flirted with him openly and so convincing her to accompany him into the side ally had been easy.Damon licked his lips as he used the automatic lock to close the garage door.
But blondes were the farthest thing from his mind as he walked through the front door, no he was thinking of red heads as he began to climb the stairs to check on his befuddled witch, who was now, apparently, sleeping peacefully in a room above his head.
He made it half way up the stairs before, the senior maid, Hilena called after him."Signor, Signor?"
Damon gave a resigned sigh."Yes Hilena?"
"I have a very important message for you from your brother, Signor."She stated, stopping at the foot of the stairs, aged face flushed from her work.
Her statement made Damon raise an eyebrow.Stefan trying to speak with me.Hail Mary full of Grace, when's the apocalypse coming?"What was the message?"
"He wants you to call him as soon as you have the time Signor."Hilena told him, awaiting a response.He turned and finished his acsent to the second floor.
"Is that all?"He enquired, without turning.
"Yes Signor."Hilena answered, returning to her duties.
"Gratzi."
He had just shrugged off his shirt when the phone rang.Damon knew it was Stefan and picked up the reciever before the noise woke Bonnie.From his earlier observatiopns it was obvious she was in urgent need of rest."Hello Little brother, I hear you've been trying to contact me."Damon said, using that patronizing tone that ruffled Stefans feathers.
"Have you seen Bonnie?"His brother asked, with an urgency that intrigued him.
"Why?Should I have?"Damon said, his voice emotionless.
"Listen Damon I don't have time to play word games so just answer the fucking question!"
Damon leaned against the nearby wall."Such language little brother."
"Oh damn you, you egotistical stupid-"
Damon heard the sounds of a scuffle and a moment later a calm confident voice floated to his ears."Listen Damon, I know that you and Stefan have history.But this is really important.Have you seen Bonnie?"
Her voice caused conflicting emotions to cross over his face."Yes, Elena.At this point in time she's sleeping in the room right beside me."He said, no nonsense.
"Thank God."A pause."And she's sleeping?"Elena queried, as if sleeping was some unspeakable curse word.
"Well, unless my vampiric powers are completely screwed, yes she is."Damon replied.By now he was very curious."May I ask why you and Stefan are having an embolism over the whereabouts of my Scottish guest?"
"She in serious trouble Damon!"Those five words made his heart flip flop, the blonde he'd tasted earlier must have had some disease to affect him like this."Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."Damon confirmed, voice still cold."What kind of trouble are we talking about?"
Elena seemed to still on the other side of the phone before she continued."You've probably realised that Bonnies telepathic powers have increased immensly since your last visit to Fells Church."Elena said, taking another breath."Well about ten months ago, Bonnie started getting weird letters in the mail.Stuff about her being unnatural.At the time she thought it was just kids messing around.But then she was getting dead animals posted to her."Damon heard Elena shift on her seat."Which was scary sure, but she could deal.Anyway it was two months ago when... her... she was..."Elena choked back tears and Damon heard Stefan mutter comforting words and taking the phone from his distressed wife.
"What was she trying to say Stefan?"Damon demanded, using his brothers name.He did it so seldom he could count the amount of times on his fingers.
"They massacred her family Damon, her mom, dad, even her kid sister.Sliced them up with knives while they made her watch."Stefan paused on the other end of the line."Did you hear me?"
"I heard you.Who are 'they'?"Damon asked.
"The Sect.Some all vampire group preaching religious purity of the undead and naming all psychics, telekinetics, witches, anything with supernatural links that aren't vampires heathens and abominations."Stefan informed him.
Damon had encountered them a couple of years ago, and ever since then they had given him a wide birth."So why Bonnie?And why didn't she tell you where she was going?"
His brother sighed."Her powers are extraordinary, she's stronger than any other human psychic alive today.And she's stronger than me.She's the female Jesus of the psychic world and so The Sect figure that they'd score major points with other vampires by nailing the strongest heathen first."
Damon was silent for a moment."And why is it that she didn't tell you where she was going?"
"Well,"Stefan sounded uncomfortable."After what happend, Meridith and Matt thought she would be safer with us.She got here, but she was like a zombie, barely sleeping, eating.Things were fine for about a month and then..."He hesitated."Then The Sect attacked us, me and Bonnie barely managed to run them off, since they're not particularly smart.But we were all beaten up, Me more than anyone else.Two days later she disappeared."
A long expanding silence echoed on both sides of the phone.Before Stefan broke in."Damon?"
He shook himself, he almost missed the chance to annoy his brother."Really little brother I am disappointed in you!Some low rate religious types getting the best of you."Damon sent him disgust.
"Go to hell you sanctamonious bastard."Stefan yammered down the line.More noises then Elena was back.
"I know you don't owe us anything Damon.But if you can keep Bonnie there for a couple more days just until we get there you would really help us a lot."
Tired of this conversation he mumbled an affirmative and hung up.He sat for a few moments in silent thought.No wonder she looked so tired and her power centre was all over the place.Her family dead, on the run and no one she can trust to keep her safe.And you had to flash all of those blades at her didn't you.No wonder she was pale and speechless earlier.He got up and opened the adjoining door to their rooms.
Bonnie was asleep, breathing deeply.The covers pulled up around her like a cocoon.She turned over, a shadow playing over her well chiselled features.Then it was gone and the moonlight framed her face, the remnants of her lost innocents lingering as she slept.
"Good night, Il mio fiamma dea pelosa."He whispered closing the door and disposing of the rest of his clothes, he got into bed and awaited sleep.
It didn't come, his thoughts drifted to Bonnie.He had seen a lot of killing and death in the past five hundred years, but he himself, was a creature born to reap death and so it was natural for him to accept.But Bonnie wasn't a vampire, and nor was she the kind of human to revel in the pain of others.He imagined Bonnie suffering through what Stefan had described over the phone and shook off the feelings those thoughts invoked.
What was wrong with him?Was he finally losing his mind after all those years of complete apathy?Was he begining to feel?No, it was preposterous.Impossible.
Damon turned onto his stomach, willing himself into sleep.Slumber finally came, but only after an image,sprang from his mind, unbidden.Sorrowful eyes of choclate brown staring up at him in shock.
