Hi guys this is a little short but I'll update again over the weekend. Please enjoy and don't forget to comment.
Damon sat in Shelia's kitchen staring at the older woman. "So, how are the perpetration for the big golf banquet coming alone?"
"Are you serious?" Shelia asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay. Running a catering company all by yourself is hard, and on a woman of your… wisdom it could only be harder," Damon smiled.
"Damon."
"Okay, so I have a reason for being here," he said.
"And it is?" she asked.
"You have to swear to me you won't say anything to Bonnie. She's already pissed at me."
"I wonder why?"
"Just… Don't say anything please?" he begged her.
"Fine," She agreed with a nod of the head. "Tell me why you're here."
"Ever since I've been reborn, if you will. I've been having dreams," he said.
"And vampires don't dream?" Shelia questioned.
"They're more like premonitions," he corrected. "And the first I just shook off as chance and then I just knew… I need to make this go away before Bonnie catches on," he smiled. "Is there anything in your witch cookbook for this sort of thing?"
"What type of things are you seeing?" Shelia asked.
"Just glimpses of everyday life. Before I thought it was just memories from being here, but in a few Sarah was older and other things," he shrugged.
"Like?"
"There were more kids," he winced.
"And that makes you uneasy because?"
"How does that work now?" he said with a humorless grin. "Vampires can't procreate and Bonnie hates me like this."
"You left her not the other way around."
"It's not like she left me much of a choice. If I didn't leave she would have, and we both know she'd never comeback," he yelled.
"You sound upset about that," She smiled.
Damon scowled at the older witch. "You want me to say it don't you?" he asked.
"Say what?"
"That I'm in love with your granddaughter. I am and I have no problem admitting it," he shrugged.
"Uhm," the paired turned to see who was standing in the doorway.
Stefan and Lexi sat out on the hills of the golf course drinking and looking out at the crowd gathered to watch the game. "In two weeks when you don't remember me and I'm just here lonely while you and Bonnie pal around what am I going to do?" Stefan asked.
"Run the garage you own? See the world. Meet a pretty young thang," Lexi said with a wink.
"And how will everyone take that? They think I'm in love with Elena?" he asked.
"Well you're here and she's not. You can't just wait around hoping she bites the dust so you can find happiness. We're both human now. We can have it all," she smiled as she raised her beer.
"To having it all," Stefan smirked.
"To having it all," she giggled.
Bonnie fixed her skirt and played with her loose curls. She liked how they framed her face, but one kept dropping. She looked in the mirror once again smiled, then frowned. She went to her closet and looked for the red sundress she brought with Lexi. She walked to the mirror and wrapped the fabric around her body. She changed angles and still that wasn't right.
"And there goes another blue jay. And look a crow," Caroline said.
"That's great Care," Bonnie said clearly not paying attention to her friend.
"You know, I could just stay here, maybe go back and grab Elena and Matt and Tyler, maybe even Jeremy," Caroline said watching Bonnie rummage through a draw.
"That would be nice," Bonnie said putting on a pair of white cotton trousers and a white blouse. "Great now I look like Grams," she groaned.
"Firstly, those legs kill so show them off," Caroline ordered.
"I hate everything in that closet," Bonnie groaned.
"You'll love my closet," Katherine said from the door way.
"Ew, you guys aren't friends?" Caroline asked in a low voice.
"She and Qetsiyah are a thing," Bonnie said watching Caroline's face drop, "I know we're like reluctant family," she laughed.
"Life's rough on the other side," Caroline mumbled.
"Please don't say the other side again. Shelia and Qetsiyah have been going on about that forever and I have a headache."
"Are you sure that's from their conversation and not your morning chardonnay?" Bonnie asked.
"Haha you slay me," Katherine said following the girls out the house.
"What are you doing here Damon?" Rudy asked as he entered the kitchen.
"I'm just trying to talk to Ms. Shelia," Damon smiled over innocently at him.
"If you're trying to use her to get Bonnie back you're wasting your time," Rudy added.
"I fail to see where my relationship is any of your business."
"No matter how old she gets, how many kids she has, or where she is, Bonnie will always be my daughter and there's nothing you can do to change that. That makes it my business," Rudy yelled.
"Rudolph let the boy be," Shelia warned.
"Not until he leaves my little girl alone," he said between his teeth.
"Maybe if you could have been this concerned about Bonnie to begin with we wouldn't be here," Damon sighed.
"I was there through it all. When you slept with her. Then she found out you confessed to her best friend that was engaged to your brother at the time, that you loved her. Then she found out she was pregnant and you drunkenly proposed to her. She had never been so embarrassed. That night she cried herself to sleep. It wasn't the first time she cried over you and it wasn't the last," Rudy yelled. His face softened for a moment. "You don't know how helpless you feel when a man breaks your little girl's heart. How it feels to hold her in your arms trying to piece back together the beautiful, joyful girl you once had. You're never going to do that to her, not again," Rudy promised him.
"I'm sor"-
"Don't apologize to me. You can't take back what you did to her, and it's about time she put you out on your ass," he yelled.
"Rudy," Shelia yelled. "Bonnie was a willing participant in all of this. She knows what she's doing."
"She loved him and he's wasted enough of her time with his head in his ass," he said leaving the house.
Damon was in shock. He knew here he and Rudy didn't really get along. He knew he and Bonnie didn't happen in the most conventional way. But he didn't comprehend the extent of his offensive until that moment. His stomach was in knots as empathy and sympathy wormed their way through it. To think the Afterlife version of him was just as horrible to Bonnie as the real thing.
"Damon are you okay?" Shelia asked as she watched the hurt play out on his face.
"Peachy," he said smiling over at her.
So next chapter is going have a bit of drama I'm leaning toward reviving the Founders Council, but I might do something with Qetysiah. I'm working on doing both, but if it gets too confusing I'll do the council stuff. There's also going to be a bit before there's a Bamon reunion and a few scenes of their life together in the Afterlife. I hope you guys keep reading and enjoying.
