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"Bonnie?"
The girl looked in disbelief at the man in front of him. How did this stranger know her name? She was still bound to the chair but she forgot this as Bonnie studied him as he lifted her chin so he himself could get a good look at her. His face, with its high cheekbones and sensuous lips looked as if it had been expertly carved from marble and from the look of the clothes he was wearing – the rest of him was to. His not too tight t-shirt made it obvious that there was something under it worth looking at and she was sure that the rear view of him in those black, slightly baggy jeans would be equally as nice. He had straight black hair that she almost itched to run her hands through that looked like silk but what surprised her most were his eyes. Their black depths looked like they were never ending yet from what bonnie could see the had some unseen emotion behind them but as soon as she caught a glimpse of it, the emotion was gone and was replaced with nothing and she felt as though she could fall into their black depths.
While Bonnie had been staring at him, he had been doing the same to her. His mind was reeling as he thought how similar this girl looked to Bonnie. His Bonnie, but she had been dead for over 200 years yet from the way she had responded, it seemed that this girls name was Bonnie too.
Since remembering her name, the rest of Damon's memory had also returned. This girl had been the reason that he retreated into the shadows. After she died and her love for him was gone, his soul had seemed dark so he had decided he should live his life in that way.
Darkness
Damon was also confused. Bonnie was a witch and soon after she had died he had taken to books, trying to find a way to bring her back to him yet he had found no written or known method to do that. She also could be the reincarnation of his past love yet if she was, because of her powers, she should recognise him yet she seemed bewildered and looked at him with lust in her eyes, the way most young girls did when they saw him. Something wasn't right and Damon knew it but he couldn't exactly leave her here until he figured it out.
Bonnie had, by now looked away and was blushing furiously as this gorgeous stranger seemed to drink in every inch of her, scrutinizing the way that she looked yet not in a bad way. It was like what she did to men when she first saw them but he also seemed thoughtful, intent on discovering something about her and gazing as if the answer would come to him if he just stared long enough.
Slowly, he dropped her chin and began to undo her bonds that kept her on the chair. His moves were precise and seemed graceful to Bonnie, even if it was just the simplest of tasks.
"Thank you," she said uncertainly.
The stranger just seemed to shrug off the praise. "We better leave or that gang may come back." Damon stated.
Bonnie nodded as he held out his hand and she took it. She wasn't sure that she wanted to go with a complete stranger. Even if he did just save her, she may not be able to trust him and also there was still the fact that he had scared an entire gang into running for their life just because he told them to go.
His hand was surprisingly soft against hers and she wondered what it would be like for those hands to touch her………
This though was quickly cut off as she had to avoid some fallen debris on the floor. She would follow him for now, if only to find out what was behind his curiosity.
He led her to another warehouse yet this one was different. It was lightly furnished with two chairs, a bed and a set of drawers but what caught her attention was the picture that was standing on the draws.
It was old. Very old yet it seemed well looked after and loved – there wasn't a speck of dust on it. She studied it closely and gasped.
The picture was of her.
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