Disclaimer: Hi everyone! Been off school last 2 days so though I would get this typed up! Here it comes, what everyone knows *coughs* I do solemnly swear that LJSmith gets all the credit apart from my plot and any characters you don't recognise!
Summary: Bonnie has been murdered and Damon is determined to find out who did it. Then to get revenge, to do so he must pay a visit to an old friend and flame, who very nicely puts it "Since when were you the avenging angel kind?"
Oh and if you think the rating should go up or down let me know and, wait for it, I'm sure I got Bonnie's surname wrong cld some1 tell me the proper spellin and(another I hear u cry!)sorry it's short!
Well enjoy and say what you want!.
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Tainted Red Waters
Soft, slow circles. Rubbed expertly onto her naked back. Moving up and down her back, the fingers teasing her muscles. She moaned ever so slightly. The hand stopped its continuous movement.
"What was that, Bonnie McCullough?" A voice spoke softly and seductively in Bonnie's ear. She turned swiftly, making the water in the bath she was sitting in, swirl and slosh over the sides. "Damon, don't you even think about stopping!" she hissed. Damon Salvatore grinned down on her then stood from seating on the edge of the bath. He rubbed his backside, feeling the blood return to it. Bonnie yawned and stretched out in the bath, letting the bubbles swallow her up.
Damon looked at her grimly. He knew this was risky, he knew that something could happen to Bonnie but he loved her and she was all that mattered to him. He changed his expression quickly and crossed over to the bathroom door. "I'm going downstairs, want me to get you anything?" Bonnie raised her head, then her hand to inspect it. "Hmm, I'm starting to prune" she turned her head and smiled impishly, "Will you get my towel? It's on the sofa!" Damon nodded and shut the door behind him.
Bonnie sank back down and blew the bubbles around. Closing her eyes, she drifted into sleep.
Damon walked slowly down the stairs and into the hall. The sound of his bare feet hitting the cold tiles, echoed off the tall, almost domed ceiling. The light, shining in through the stained glass door, illuminated him in different shades of light. He paused for a moment, to watch a rainbow flit across his stomach, and then turned into the kitchen.
Bonnie opened an eye. She had heard something. She sat up straight, opening her other eye. A breeze drifted in from the open window, making the long white curtains flutters. Wait she thought Open window? Bonnie looked around her, her heart beating loudly against her chest. Nothing. "Must have blown open," she muttered quietly to herself. With an uneasy feeling, she settled back, her eyes still frantically searching the room. She forced herself to close them. It was the last thing she ever saw.
Damon grabbed the towel that was flung over the sofa and grabbed a bag of crisps for Bonnie. She always liked to eat when she had a bath, a habit that had confused him and still did. He smiled to himself as he climbed the stairs. On the fifth step he stopped. Something was wrong. He couldn't hear Bonnie. Not a breath. He began running, taking the steps two at a time. Reaching the top, he threw himself against the bathroom door.
Bonnie was lying still in the bath, one arm hanging out. But that wasn't right. The bath water was red as was the floor. Damon didn't have to look, he already knew. She was dead. Murdered above him. He fell to his knees while the red tainted water ran in rivers around him, staining his life.
People milled around him, all wearing the same old black. Some crying, others too beyond grief to. Some came and patted him sympathetically on the arm, not noticing his frozen state.
Damon watched the people moving across the cemetery, his eyes were they only alive thing about him. He could have been in the coffin alongside Bonnie; he was dead to the world. Stefen watched him with solemn eyes, as his wife went to talk to him.
"Damon?" Elena whispered softly. Damon turned his head and looked at her blankly. She held out her arms and he fell into them. Tears that he's been trying to hold back all day, fell from his now green eyes. "She's really gone hasn't she?" he whispered. Elena nodded, drawing away. She watched as his eyes hardened and became their usual opaque. He began walking over to the coffin but Elena grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare Damon!" she hissed dangerously, "You can't bring back the dead!" Damon looked down on her with raised eyebrows, "That's rich, coming from you!" he muttered softly and equally as dangerous. Elena looked down, "I'm sorry Damon but she's gone," she whispered, a tear falling from her eye, trickling down a strand of pale blonde hair that had been blown onto her face. "I know but she was murdered and I need to know who by!" Damon said, his words quiet but deadly. Elena nodded. "How?" came a voice that cut through the air behind him.
Damon turned to his brother and smiled grimly. "Oh I was thinking about paying a visit to a certain problem we both know." He winked at his brother and strolled across the grass, weaving in out of the graves like the wind weaved amongst his black hair.