Nemesis

Chapter 7

Bonnie had spent the day with talking to her family, and ended up with her cousin Joan who insisted on talking about who Angel's father was. It wasn't something she liked to discuss, and she finally managed to excuse herself with a lie that she was tired after her journey, and needed to rest.

She grabbed her dark-blue jeans jacket and went outside, knowing exactly where to head. Even though it was a bit to walk, she felt that she could use the time to think, and wondered over a thousand and one things to ask or say, but everything just seemed blurred and unimportant. When she stood outside the large house that Mrs. Flowers owned, she looked up there, and almost though about turning around and running away, as she knew that Angel would come up as a topic, and when Elena knew, so did Stefan and Damon. And when Damon knew… only God could predict what would happen then.

"What the heck," she muttered. "Better take the bull by the horns," she said and knocked the door, lowering her head a little while waiting for someone to come to the door.

She hardly needed to wait, the door was opened almost immediately by someone she had not expected and she backed half a step in automatic fear and self-defence.

He hadn't changed a bit since last she had seen him, he still had that arrogant look upon his face, and that letal beauty which still made her knees weak.

Trying to grasp something to get a grip of her emotions, she grasped the anger and bitterness that had driven her since that night, and she managed to glare angrily at him. All he did was to smile his mysterious, amused smile which only threw more wood to her wrath.

"So you have survived during these last years," he said slowly, his voice still having that sarcastic Italian accent. "How long is it since last we met? 20 years?"

He must have heard how her knuckles cracked when she clenched her fists so much that it hurt her, for he threw her a thoughtful look. God, he must have felt the wrath inside of her, it radiated from her like a beacon.

"And by the way, don't say that I used you. You know as well as I that you didn't have anything against what happened that night."

There was a sparkle inside his eyes, which they both knew meant that he in fact had used her, even though she hadn't protested, on the other hand, she had given herself quite willingly to him. She had fallen for him, and hadn't understood what he could do until it was too late.

'Slap his face!' Her body and mind demanded. 'Kill that ignorant son of a bitch!'

He leaned to the door-post, arms crossed over his chest, as if waiting for her outburst, and she had to put up all her strength not to do something she would regret later, and forced her body to relax.

Seeing that she got a grip of herself, he felt like getting some amusement, the two upstairs wasn't even half as fun as this little creature was, and he dropped a comment about that she indeed wasn't as innocent as she claimed to be.

The reaction was not like he thought it would have been.

Instead of the angry reaction she backed off a step and closed her eyes, focusing herself. Before he knew, a branch thicker than her waist fell from a nearby tree and towards him in the speed of light, then stopping abruptly a few milimeters from his face, only because of a quick gesture from Bonnie, made with her left hand. There was a lot of sharp edges on it, which without any doubts would have killed him.

"You were saying?" she said calmly.

Bonnie made another gesture, this time with her right hand, and the branch fell to the ground. There was no doubt of what she meant with this, but Damon wasn't exactly scared of it. She still hadn't the power to kill him unharmed.

He shrugged his shoulders easily as if to say that it wasn't exactly a big deal. He could live without teasing her.

"You've studied well, I see," he remarked.

"I still have a few tricks to learn until I can live without wondering about my security."

'Until I can kill you without dying at the same time,' was the underlying sentence, which they both knew.

"I have also studied," he said, viewing his fangs in a devilish grin.

She had to be an idiot not to understand that message, she knew she already was out on way too deep water by playing with him. Her inner was already screaming out warning-signals, which she ignored, with a risk of her own life. And instead of looking frightened because of the threat, she just looked bored, as if he couldn't come up with something new.

"Where's Elena?" She said and deliberately changed subject.

Something sparkled in his eyes as he knew he had won the battle, and made a small nod towards the attic.

"She's upstairs with my little brother," he said slowly, letting his eyes wander over her, undressing her with his eyes.

Her cheeks felt hot, both of embarrasment and of harm, and before she could stop herself, she slapped his face, forcing his head aside. The hand burned of pain, but she didn't care. 'Don't tease a bear that've been woken', she thought to herself, and in that moment she knew he had read her mind.

"Never, ever, dare to look at me like that again," she snarled and walked past him, up the stairs.

She heard his cold laughther and felt how a shiver of fear went through her body.

"We both know that you will let me do more than just look, it's just a matter of time and place."

It felt as if he was right behind her, she almost could feel his warm breath in her neck when those words where whispered in her ear, and the next second the feeling was gone, and she hurried up the last steps and into the room with the hidden door to walk the last steps to a shut door. It occured to her that me might follow her, but at the moment, she could face anything, so she mentally placed a barrier over her thoughts and prepared a curse to throw over him.

Knocking the door, saying the name: "Elena?" in a questioning tone, the door soon was opened by a person she had missed like crazy.

Smiling when she saw who it was, they hugged, and then Elena backed away to invite Bonnie in.

Bonnie entered and had a quick look around. There wasn't much furniture there, just a large bed, a closet, a table and a few chairs plus two large chests in a corner. The roof-window was open, and as from a given signal Elena looked the same way.

"He just went out, he'll be back in an hour or so."

Bonnie nodded and looked at her friend. She looked exactly like when she last had seen her in the dream, her hair was just a little taller than before.

"How did you manage to contact me?" She asked curiously, knowing that Elena had no psychic powers at all.

"Damon owed me a favour," Elena smiled, seeing that Bonnie raised an eye-brow in a sceptical look.

"Really?"

Damon was hardly the type who could be placed in a tough situation, he managed them quite well on his own. Even though he had offered Elena to be his dark queen, it didn't seem like he'd accept her helping him out.

"What on earth could he have done to need help from someone else?" Bonnie wondered, amusement tainting her voice, as she looked out through one of the high windows, seeing how the clouds slowly blew over the sky, hiding the sun. This was the typical weather when Damon was around, he could control the weather to suit his purpose.

"You know how he is," Elena said as she walked to stand next to her. "He threatened to kill me if I told anyone what happened."

Bonnie muttered something despising in Italian, which made Elena look oddly at her.

"I've lived with an Italian the last two decades," Bonnie explained, which was partly true. She had taught Angel Italian, as well as she had studied it from the day she had moved to LA. "I picked up a few things that he said quite frequently."

Nodding slowly, Elena looked as if she was slowly beginning to put things together.

"What have you done in LA these years?" Elena asked.

Bonnie thought for a mere moment, then decided that she would show instead of tell.

"It demands a walk," she said.

Elena walked to the closet and put on a white sweater before walking out the door, Bonnie right behind her.

They didn't see Damon again, which releaved Bonnie, and she didn't say anything about that meeting to Elena. It felt useless, what could she tell, really? That she had slapped his face because he dumped her 19 years ago? She wouldn't understand.

Bonnie's powers had increased since last she had been in this town, and she sensed that Angel definately wasn't in the McCullough' house, he was on his way to the cemetery, so she walked towards that spot as well.

"Where are we going?" Elena asked after a few minutes.

"To the cemetery."

None of them noticed the large crow that followed them all the time, circling slowly in the sky as it looked down on them from time to time.

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They were a little less than half-way to the cemetery when Bonnie felt a pulse emerge from there, and Bonnie held her stomach, gasping for air. It felt as if someone was killing her from inside, and she fell down on her knees.

"Angel!" She gasped, feeling that something was extremely wrong with him. Something had happened to him, she felt it deep inside of her. And that certain thing would kill the both of them if she couldn't stop it.

"We have to hurry, he's in trouble," she said, slowly getting up on her feet, then seeing Elena's confused face, though she nodded, knowing that her psychic friend was never wrong.

"Where to?" she asked.

"The cemetery."

A nod later Elena burst out in a run, and Bonnie after her, lunging there with all her powers.

Nothing could ever beat a worried mother, except for something immortal, and Elena soon ended up a bit behind her read-headed friend.

Entering the cemetery Bonnie stopped dead in her tracks, it was as if a wall had appeared in front of her.

She felt the energy in the air, it was thick as a mist and made it hard for her to breathe, and it only took her a few seconds to realize where he had gone. The ruin.

"Good God, don't let me loose him as well," she whispered, starting to run again. "If he's gone, I'm never going to forget myself for dragging him here. I should have known this would be a catastrophe, this place screams death over a hundred miles away."

It felt like her body was burning, yet she shivered of like a leaf in the wind, and when she finally saw him inside the ruin, she realized everything, the signs she should have seen. He was no vampire, he was something much stronger and more dangerous. And now he would understand how to use his source and empty it.

A desperate cry came from her, she felt her body get heavier and powers drain from her.

"Angel, NOOOO!"

The next moment everything darkened for her, and she fell down on the ground, feeling coldness grab her body and drag her into a dark nothingness.

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AN: In the next exiting episode of Nemesis: Angel vs Damon.