Under your Scars
AN: I do not own vampire diaries or its characters. Period. So now that the standard disclaimer is out of the way, I happily present to you..."Under your Scars" I'm not exactly pleased with the summary, but I wrestled with it for days and I knew if I didn't write something, this story would never get posted. This story is Bonnie centric and explores her relationship with several different people. I know the endgame but I won't reveal it so I can keep a little mystery in this story. There will be a mix of Tonnie/Stefonnie/Bamon/ so there will be a little something for every ship.
"Bonnie listen to me. If you open that door, Tyler will kill you too."
The sound of snarling and explicit cursing snapped the young witch out of the memory of Damon's warning and she watched in horror as the werewolf tossed her best friend across the room like a ragdoll. She knew that if she had any sense of self preservation, she would have left Damon in the room with Tyler and let the two men battle it out Gladiator style, but Bonnie had too much of a conscious to stand back and watch while one of her friends murdered the other. Wiping her sweaty palms on the sides of her skirt, her emerald green eyes darted back and forth between the two dark haired supernatural men wondering how in the hell she was going to break them up. Without her magic, wolfbane or a stake, she was at a loss on how the defuse the increasingly dangerous and volatile confrontation. She stood paralyzed with fear as she watched Tyler get the best of Damon before choke slamming the injured vampire violently to the ground. When Tyler straddled Damon wrapping his beefy hands around his throat fear and desperation propelled Bonnie into action.
"Tyler! Tyler stop!" she shouted desperate to get his attention so that Damon could escape.
"Bonnie, get the hell out of here," the vampire bit out a warning as he continued to struggle with enraged former high school football star.
Looking around frantically, Bonnie spotted an IV pole a couple of feet away. Just as Tyler's hand was about to punch a hole through Damon's chest, Bonnie grabbed the IV pole and using all her strength, she slammed it down across Tyler's back. Instead of injuring Lockwood, the attack only seemed to piss him off more and when Bonnie spotted the fury in his tawny gold eyes, she realized that she had fucked up big time. She made a move to run away from him when he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back causing her to fall face first onto the floor causing her lip to split and her vision to blur. She was pretty sure she had just suffered a concussion and if she didn't get away from Tyler, he would probably kill her or worse. As she tried to crawl away from him, he grabbed her by the ankle forcing her to use her free foot to kick him as hard as she could in the face. By that time, Damon was struggling to get to his feet as he tried to ignore the pain of having a shattered collarbone, several broken ribs and fractured jaw. He managed to get one of his swollen eyes to open and that's when he saw Tyler lunge.
"Tyler, no," Damon roared but it was too late.
Tyler's sclera was nearly black as he bared his fangs at her menacingly. Before the incapacitated witch had the chance to brace herself for the attack, Tyler's teeth had clamped down on Bonnie's upper thigh causing her to an inhumane scream to erupt from her throat as his fangs bit clean through her muscle and bone.
The pain was so intense that for a second, Bonnie's vision went completely white and she nearly passed out. Bonnie was no stranger to pain and had suffered injuries at the hands of many different people over the course of her short life, but being bitten by Tyler gave a whole new meaning to the word agony. The pain was overwhelming and unbearable. As he removed his fangs from her skin, a scream followed by loud sobbing escaped her lips as she clasped her wounded leg and withered around on the floor praying for some sort of relief. The sight of Bonnie crying and injured seem to snap the werewolf out of his blind rage and suddenly a look of pure horror settled on his face.
"Bonnie?" he whispered moving towards her with shock and horror on his face
Tyler was simply trying to apologize and try to find a way to undo the damage that he cause, but the other vampire in the room didn't see it that that moment, all Damon could see was red. Scrambling off the floor, he lunged forward and grabbed Tyler and slammed his back against the wall causing him to be m momentarily dazed. After slamming his fist into the hybrid's face numerous of times, he kneed him in the gut before shoving him down to the ground. Tyler lifted his head to bear his fangs, but Damon lifted his foot and jammed the toe of his boot under Tyler's chin causing blood to splatter from Tyler's mouth and dislodging several teeth in the process. Damon was seriously preparing to go in for a fatal blow when the sound of Bonnie whimpering snapped him out of his blind rage. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her laying a pool of her own blood with panic and fear in her eyes and in that moment he made a decision. Bonnie needed his help more than he needed to rip Tyler apart. Turning his attention back to the injured werewolf, Damon reached down and lifted him off the floor by his throat.
"Get out of here or I will kill you," Damon snarled glaring at the young hybrid whose mouth was caked with blood and his eyes were filled with shame and regret.
He shoved Tyler away and Tyler quickly disappeared from the building. Inhaling sharply, he clenched his fist and stalked over to where Bonnie was withering on the ground clutching her wound and sobbing quietly. Not wasting another second, Damon bought his hand up to his mouth and bit into his wrist and forced his bleeding wound into her mouth. He expected a lot of things in that moment. He expected Bonnie to balk and to resist, he expected her to eventually accept and swallow his blood and they would ride off into the sunset, but what he didn't expect for was for his blood to not heal the injured witch.
Damon's eyes widened in confusion and disbelief as Bonnie's throat convulsed and she threw up his blood violently. Splatters of blood splashed across the front of his shirt and all across the sleek black floors.
Well that wasn't suppose to happen, he thought to himself as he watched her wipe his essence off her mouth with the back of her trembling hand. It was clear as day that she was more than a little disturb by the fact that her body was rejecting the one thing that could instantly heal her. While he was just as freaked out as she was, he figured it was best to downplay his concern so that she wouldn't become hysterical.
"What happened? Did the blood go down the wrong pipe?" he asked humorlessly earning him an annoyed glare from the magic less witch.
"No, Damon. I think whatever pill Enzo fed me is contradictive to vampire's blood as well as my magic," she said unhappily. For the third time that day, she found herself promising Enzo a slow and painful death in the near future.
He rubbed his hands together with a look on his face that showed that he was all business. "Well since I can't heal you, we need to get you to the hospital."
"No. I hate hospitals and there isn't anything that they can do for me except give me morphine and put me on antibiotics," she groaned as she used her hand to apply pressure to the wound.
"Well what do you want me to do because I'm running out of options?" he growled feeling frustrated.
"Well you can start by helping me up so that we can get the hell out of here," she grumbled trying not to let the pain she was feeling seep into her voice.
She held her hand out to Damon so that he could help guide her to her feet, but she was caught off guard when he ignored it. Instead, he squatted down on his haunches and placed one arm under her knees and the other behind her back before effortlessly lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as she let her head fall against his shoulder before closing her eyes briefly. The last time Damon had carried her bridal style was the night of Jo and Ric's nightmare of a wedding where he had saved her from Kai. Just like that night when she was cradled tightly in his arms with her body wracked with pain, Bonnie became acutely aware of everything. She was aware at how his expensive cologne and deodorant radiated from his skin, how hard his chest felt pressed against her soft body, and how his normally aquatic blue eyes were now dark and focused. As they exited the Armory, Bonnie sighed with some relief as the cool nights air hit her flushed skin. It was a nice contrast to the dull pain that was dancing throughout her mangled leg.
Arriving at his car, Damon sat her down gingerly before removing his shirt and wrapping it around the wound. She diverted her eyes to avoid staring at his white alabaster chest that looked chiseled and radiant beneath the full moon's light.
"Here. Apply this to the wound," he said gruffly as he handed her his shirt.
"Thanks," she managed to say as she gingerly used the black piece of clothing to dress her injury.
"No problem. Just try not to bleed too much on the seats. Getting blood stains out of the leather is a bitch," he said brusquely. Before she could make a nasty comeback, he had shut the car door in her face. Seconds later, he jammed his keys into the ignition and they were flying down the road headed back towards Mystic Falls. Bonnie bit her lip trying not to give her pain a voice, but while doing so, she couldn't help but distract herself by observing her best friend out of the corner of her eye. His fingers kept clenching and unclenching around the steering wheel and his jaw was set so tight that she could have sworn that she heard molars grinding on top of each other. Bonnie tried to adjust his shirt on her wound, but was surprised when Damon gently batted her hand away and pressed his palm against the covered wound causing a soft hiss to escape her lips.
"Damon, we literally both just escaped a very painful and violent death tonight," she started after the pain in her leg began to dull.
"I know that, Bon. I was there," he snapped as he reached down and began to twist the knobs searching for a decent radio station. "What's your point?"
"My point is," she pressed staring at him intensely, "That you look like you are more pissed off than relieved."
"I'll be relieved when I get to play veterinarian and neuter a certain werewolf," he replied coldly causing an unladylike snort to escape her lops.
"You think I'm playing, but come this time tomorrow, Lockwood is going to be missing a pair of furry balls and you will be able to wear them as earrings. The smile on his face was downright lethal.
Bonnie grimaced as she shifted slightly in her seat." Give it a rest, Damon. You are not going to hurt Tyler."
"Tyler just attacked and mutilated you. In what world does he just get away with that?" he asked sounding incredulous.
"He gets away with it in my world because in my world, we don't go around killing our friends."
"Maybe in your world, but in mine nobody gets away with nearly killing my best friend," he growled, "Nobody."
"Look on the bright side. If Tyler would have mauled me to death, you would have gotten Elena back," she joked but when she watched a variety of emotions flash across the vampire's face, she immediately regretted her poor choice of words.
She was preparing to apologize when Damon's grip on her thigh caused her to wince audibly.
"Don't quit your day job as a witch because you wouldn't last a minute as a comedian. There is nothing funny about the thought of you dying," he hissed angrily.
Bonnie felt her heart twist inside of her chest at the intensity of his words. While Bonnie felt bad about upsetting her best friend, a part of her felt a little annoyed by his hypocrisy. He had spent majority of their trip in Amsterdam making remarks about the different ways he could get Elena back if she was to have a tragic accident, but she makes one stupid self deprecating joke and now all of a sudden he was pissed off? She wanted to call him out on his hypocrisy, but instead, she bit her tongue and rested her head against the window enjoying the cool glass against her flushed skin. Minutes passed before Damon glanced at her and spoke to her with his voice soft but deadly.
"If Tyler would have killed you, I would have ripped his fucking throat out and then I would have ripped out his heart. Afterwards, I would have tracked down anyone with the last name Lockwood and killed them so that I knew for sure that I was ending his entire bloodline. Do you really not get how much you matter to me?" he asked his voice hoarse and pained.
Bonnie shuddered as she realized that his sinister threat closely resembled what Damon had done to the family members of the man behind the Augustine experiments. While a part of her was flattered that Damon would go through extreme lengths to avenge her death, the moral part of her felt uneasy and disturbed. Damon had come so far from the days where he would go off the reservation and shed blood like it was nothing. She didn't want her death to push him back to the darkness. The thought of him resorting back to the monster that he had once been before he had evolved into a better man was enough to make her heart twist painfully inside of her chest.
"Damon, I know that you care about me, but when I die, I don't want you to set a match to the fire that is your rage and watch the world burn. I want you to grieve in a healthy way so that you can be happy with Elena," she said gently I have seen every part of you. The broken parts, the dark parts, the lost parts and the best version of you is when you are whole. So I need you to promise me that when that inevitable day comes when I take my last breath, you don't lash out and cause destruction in my name. Promise me that you will channel the pain that you will feel at my loss and pour into loving Elena as hard and as deeply as you can."
"Bonnie, I don't think you understand what you are asking of me," he warned gently, "I'm not a good person. You know that I tend to hold on very tightly to things and people that I care a great deal about. I have done some pretty terrible and fucked up things during my time as a vampire, and I don't cope well when someone I genuinely care about is taken away from me. You are my best friend and the thought of losing you terrifies me more than anything."
"I get it, Damon. Trust me. I really do, but I don't want any blood spilled in my name because you feel like violence is the only way to avoid grieving. I need you to promise me that when you lose me, you won't lose yourself," she insisted through clenched teeth as she tried to ignore the throbbing pain in her leg.
"I promise," he grumbled just so that he could bring an end to the uncomfortable conversation.
Bonnie smiled satisfied, but that smile disappeared when she reached into her jacket pocket and discovered the state of her phone. "Damn it."
The sound of Bonnie's displeasure immediately captured Damon's attention and he turned his head to find Bonnie looking down at her phone with a frustrated look on her face.
"What is it?" he asked tersely.
"My phone must have broke during the altercation with Tyler. The screen is busted," she griped as she tossed the damaged piece of technology over her shoulder where it landed on the backseat.
"So use mine," he said simply reaching into his pocket and handing Bonnie the latest version of the iPhone.
"Do you have Val's number in your phone?" she asked doubtfully.
"No, but why do you need to talk to Val of all people right now?" he asked frowning.
Bonnie sighed exasperated.
"Because if I can't heal myself with magic, maybe she can heal me using hers," she explained slowly as if she was talking to a small child.
"Duh. That makes sense," he smiled sheepishly before plucking the cell phone out of her bloodied hands to make a phone call.
After the third ring, Stefan's voice came through the receiver.
"Hey brother. I need a favor," Damon said not bothering with small talk, "I need you to call Val and tell her to get her ass over to the Bonnie's house. Now."
"What happened? Is she okay?" Stefan's asked concerned.
"No. Long story short, Enzo pumped Bonnie full of some anti magic drug and Lockwood went off the reservation and bit her. My blood can't heal her so I need Val to come over and do some Abra Kadabra and heal her," Damon huffed irritated.
"Tyler bit Bonnie? What the hell, Damon? How could you let that happen?" Stefan voice thundered on the other end of the phone.
"What do you mean how could I let that happen? You think that I covered her with BBQ sauce and offered her up as a tasty treat for the mutt?" he snapped irritated. "Just call Val and tell her to get her ass over to Bonnie's house asap!"
Before Stefan could make any further inquiries, Damon hung up the phone.
Bonnie stared at him exasperated. "Would it kill you to say please and thank you?
"Hello. Have you met me?" he smirked pulling into her dimly lit driveway and shutting the car off.
As Damon helped Bonnie over the threshold into her home, he was greeted by the smells of cinnamon candle, honey suckle and sage. It was a scent that he always associated with being uniquely Bonnie Bennett. Making sure not to further agitate her injury, they carefully made their way into the living room where he helped her get settled on her teal blue love seat. After flipping on the light switch, he disappeared into the bathroom to gather medical supplies so that he could patch up Bonnie until Val arrived. Returning to the living room, he found Bonnie struggling to remove her ankle boots and he smirked as he watched her become increasingly annoyed and frustrated. Deciding to put her out of her misery, he placed the first aid kit on the table before squatting down in front of her and easily removing her shoes. Once that task was complete, he reached up and gingerly began to remove her socks causing Bonnie to shift uneasily.
"I chose a bad day to wear a skirt," Bonnie joked lamely trying to hide the discomfort of her bloody leg being exposed in front of her fanged best friend.
"Relax, Bon. You showed more skin when you use to prance around in those skimpy little shorts and overalls in the prison world," he joked as he discarded the socks and grabbed a cotton ball and peroxide, "Now hold still."
"They weren't skimpy...ow!" she hissed as he poured peroxide in the wound. It sizzled and bubbled up for a few seconds before the burning slowly disappeared.
"Do me a favor and get me something to drink to numb the pain," she moaned softly.
"Where do you keep your liquor?" he asked as tossed the bloody cotton balls onto the coffee table and disappeared from the living room. Even though he had been inside of the witches house more times than he could count, he almost always bought his own Bourbon for one reason. Damon was a snob when it came to the finer things in life, and he insisted on consuming the finest of liquor. Bonnie had been known to guzzle cheap shit that he consider beneath him so he never thought to ever learn about where she kept her stash of booze.
"The vodka is in the kitchen cabinet above the stove," she instructed in a strained voice.
"Vodka?" Damon grumbled scrunching his nose up in disgust as he opened the cabinet door and retrieved the half empty bottle of Smirnoff, "I guess you like your liquor like you like your ex boyfriend. Predictable and underwhelming."
He could practically hear Bonnie roll her eyes at the crack he made about Jeremy.
"Well you like Bourbon so what does that say about you?" she fired back as he returned back to the living room.
"It says that I like my liquor like I like my bestie," he grinned as he handed her the bottle, "Full bodied, dark and strong."
Bonnie rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the amused smile trying to sneak its way onto her lips. Damon could be an ass, but he could be a charming ass when he wanted to be. As he disappeared upstairs, she screwed the top of the bottle and took a long swig ignoring the burning sensation as it settled onto her empty stomach.
After several minutes had passed and Bonnie had consumed the equivalent of four shots, the injured witch was starting to feel toasty and the pain in her leg was starting to ease somewhat. She was preparing to go in for another shot, when Damon suddenly reappeared smelling like her body wash. When she saw what he was wearing, she began to cackle.
"Don't start, Bennett," he warned frowning. "I had to find something to wear. I couldn't exactly continue to walk around shirtless given the fact that Val is due to show up here any minute, now could I?" he grumbled.
His serious expression paired with the tight black hoodie with the words "Black girl magic" written across it had her howling. She had always bought her hoodies a size bigger than she wore because loved the way it would swallow her whole whenever she would cuddle on the couch while reading a good book or sit on the porch while having coffee and watching the rain.
"You couldn't find any other hoodie to wear?" she asked when her laughter finally died down.
"Yeah, between your Nickelback hoodie, your Pikachu hoodie, and your "Good Vibes" hoodie, this is the only one that fit comfortably. Besides, I figured this was my best option with me being a supporter and all," he smirked.
Damon reluctantly released Bonnie and moved off the couch to greet their visitor.
"If you knock any louder, you will risk waking up the neighbors," he said dryly.
"Open the door," Val demanded impatiently.
"It took you long enough," Damon said snidely as he opened the front door to reveal Stefan's frazzled looking ex girlfriend.
"Ignore him, Val. You can come in," Bonnie shouted from the living room.
The pretty heretic gave Damon an annoyed look before brushing past him and heading in the direction where she sensed the Bennett witch was located.
"Stefan told me that you were badly injured. I came as fast as I could. What the hell happened?" Val demanded peering down at Bonnie's injury with disgust.
The wound was bloody and oozing with bright green puss. The room smelled like decaying flesh and it was vomit inducing.
"To make a long story short, Damon got into it with a werewolf and when I tried to stop him from killing Damon, he bit me," she explained wearily.
"Now that wasn't very smart now was it," Val scoffed causing Bonnie to blush from embarrassment.
"The role for judgmental witch has been taken so why don't you get on with it," Damon said evenly.
"I didn't mean to imply you were stupid," she started but Bonnie cut her off quickly.
"No, you were right. You would think that someone who is very cynophobic would have enough sense to not get on the bad side of a werewolf," she said sheepishly.
"A big bad witch such as yourself is deathly afraid of dogs?" she asked amused.
"Yes. I have been ever since I was thirteen. I was hanging out with Matt at the old trailer he use to live in and this dudes mutt got off the leash and chased us down this dirt road," she recalled shuddering slightly at the memory. "Matt being as athletic as he is managed to jump up on the roof of the Crown Vic with ease but I tripped and the psycho dog bit me on my ankle. I had to get a rabid shot and three stitches."
"Well you might have to update your rabies shot because you have no clue where Lockwood's mouth have been," Damon said shuddering in disgust.
"I think Tyler has a hot mouth," Bonnie murmured before giggling.
"Alight, witchy. No more vodka for you," Damon snorted as he removed the bottle from her loose grip.
"What's wrong?" Val asked concerned, "Is it not working?"
"Yes," Bonnie said quickly easing the heretics fears, "It's just feel weird having another witch's magic inside of me. It's indescribable."
"It feels like I have little fillers reaching around inside of you twisting and poking at your very essence," Val supplied helpfully.
Bonnie snapped her fingers and smiled in agreement. "Exactly."
"Kinky," Damon grinned wiggling his eyebrows suggestively causing the witch and the heretic to both shoot him a dirty look.
After the healing spell took hold, Bonnie noticed two things simultaneously. Her wound was completely healed and the buzz that she had gotten from chugging her cheap vodka was completely gone.
"Whatever vile poison Enzo fed you should be cleansed out of your system and your magic should be fully restored in an hour or two. However, I wouldn't recommend trying in heavy spells anytime soon," she advised in a clinical tone.
"Thanks for patching me up, Val. I really appreciate it," Bonnie said gratefully.
"Don't mention it. I don't mind making house calls for a friend. Now if it had been Damon who was bitten...he would have been a bit out of luck," she said causing Damon to glare at her retreating back while Bonnie did her best to suppress her laughter.
"Do me a favor and lose her number," Damon grumbled closing the door and locking it after Val had disappeared from the house.
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she rose from the couch to meet him in the foyer. "Relax. I'm pretty sure that she was just joking. Besides, she is pretty cool once you get to know her."
"What happened to loyalty? Do you think Caroline is going to be cool with you being new besties with her ex boyfriend's first love?" he asked wryly.
"Get a grip, Damon. We are not in high school," she snickered as she held onto the banister while making her way upstairs, "I can be friends with whoever I want. Besides, I don't think you are worried about Caroline's hurt feelings if I form a relationship with Val. You are just jealous because you don't want to have to share me with anyone. Admit it. You want me all to yourself."
"That's because we are the dynamic duo. We don't need to become the twisted trio," he complained as he stomped up the stairs behind her smirking as his eyes caught a little cheek action as Bonnie's skirt inched up with every step that she took.
"Well you have nothing to worry about, Damon. No one could ever replace you in my life and my heart," she said sweetly as she batted her eyelashes. "Now as much as I like to entertain you Petty Betty, I'm going to go and take a much needed shower."
"Don't forget to wash behind your ears," he grinned bumping his shoulder lightly against hers as they made their way up the stairs to her bedroom.
While Bonnie disappeared into the bathroom to wash up, Damon toed off his leather Durango boots and placed them neatly by Bonnie's dresser before stripping out of the hoodie and making his way into Bonnie's bed.
When she started the shower, he couldn't help but chuckle when he heard her squeal in protest as she once again stepped into the tub without checking the water temperature. He wasn't surprised in the least bit by the soft swearing that came after her squealing. No matter how many times she would burn herself, she would always blindly go into her bathing routine without making sure that the water wasn't too hot or too cold. He had realized that this was a pattern for her once he heard the familiar shriek many times when they were trapped together in the prison.
"We could have just crashed at my place. You know my bed is twice as big as yours right?" he complained fifteen minutes later when the shower stopped running.
"You can always sleep on the couch," she suggested as she emerged from the bathroom and flopped down in the chair in front of her vanity set.
"Hard pass," he scoffed as he finally settled down lying on his back and starring up at the ceiling.
He smiled as she emerged from the bathroom wearing a pastel green tank top with matching shorts and her hair was tied up into a pretty silk scarf. When they were trapped together in the prison world, he would watch her curiously as she went about her nightly routine of moisturizing and wrapping her hair, but he never really asked her about it. He simply watched because it was nice to see Bonnie take care of herself with such care that the reasons of her ritual ceased to matter to him. She had a look of pride when she would she would provide maintenance to her hair before covering it under a silky scarf or one of those shower caps that she had told him was called a bonnet. He recalled Emily wearing a bonnet, but what Bonnie wore was a stark difference of what her ancestor had donned back in the day.
"You do realize that I can literally see you watching me, right?" she asked trying hard to appear irritated as she screwed the cap off the bottle of her lotion and began smoothing the cocoa butter across her arms.
"So?" he drawled lazily as he folded his hands behind his head and continued to stare at her.
"So? It's creepy," she complained as she got off the chair and faced him with her hands on her hips.
"Most women would enjoy being the object of my smoldering," he smirked.
"I'm not most women. I actually have higher standards," she teased.
"Ouch. You wound me," he pouted playfully as he pulled back the side of her comforter almost as if he was extending her an invitation into her own bed.
"Well, you can make it up to me by cleaning out the rain gutters like you have been promising to do for the past three weeks," she suggested sweetly.
"Every time I take a look at that honey-do-list, it seems to get longer and longer," he griped playfully earning him a playful swat to his chest.
"Well maybe I should start dating and find a man to do what you won't do," she teased flicking the tip of his nose playfully.
"Trust me, Bon Bon. I'm all the man you will ever need," he taunted looking at her with a surge of possessiveness in his voice.
"That would be true if I didn't have certain needs and wants," she said trying to keep the mood light.
"Oh yeah," he wiggled his eyebrows deviously causing Bonnie to giggle, "What sort of needs and wants?"
"Like the need for someone to change the oil in my car," she ticked off the list on individual fingers, "The need for someone to mow my lawn, clean my gutters, wash my car..."
Damon stopped the countdown by reaching over and grabbing her fingers and squeezing them lightly.
"Okay, those are your needs but what about your wants?" he asked huskily.
She falls quiet for a long moment as she stares up at the ceiling with a far away smile on her lips with her arm tucked behind her head. "I want someone I can come home to and talk about my day with. Someone I can cook and laugh with. Someone I can fuss and fight with and have the most amazing make up sex with." Pause. "I want to find a guy and fall in love. Not just some boring and easy kind of love. I want an all consuming love where it's just the right mixture of angst, loyalty, passion and devotion," she sighed dreamily.
"So basically you want what me and Elena have?" he grinned poking her in the thigh with his index finger. "You want to find you your own personalized Damon? I'm sorry to tell you honey, but unlike Elena and the martyr known as my pain in the ass brother, I am actually and quite literally a one of a kind."
"I prefer to have a Derek to my Meredith. Speaking of which..." she trailed off with a devious smile.
Damon could practically see the movie reel spinning in Bonnie's head as she slyly made her way over towards the television.
"You have to be kidding me," he groaned causing her to pout. "I thought catching up on medical dramas that have gone on for far too long was something we do on Saturdays."
"Damon, I had a pretty terrible day. Enzo knocked me out and drugged me with something that suppressed my magic and Tyler mauled me. I could have died. Is it so bad that I want to decompress by doing something as normal as catching up on my favorite tv series?" she breathed out with her hands planted on her hips.
"I guess not," he caved in trying not to smile at the way her face lit up at his concession.
"Here's the moken troll," he said teasingly causing her to snicker and slap him playfully across the chest. Bonnie had casually let her country side slip in the prison world one day when she had referred to the remote control as a "moken troll" and he haven't let her live it down ever since.
As Bonnie pulled up the show and sat back against the headboard, she found herself smiling from ear to ear once the main character of the show appeared on screen.
"God, I love her," she laughed at a scene where the surgeon was being adorably snarky.
Damon hummed softly. "I can see why. You both have so many things in common."
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
"You both have mommy issues and it wouldn't kill you to get a little therapy..."
"Hey," she protested grabbing a pillow from behind her head and slamming it into his face causing him to yelp as he laughed.
"Hear me out, Bon," he chuckled removing the pillow only to be greeted by her face twisted with displeasure, "You are this force of nature. You are brave, you are loyal and you are the best friend anyone could ask for."
"So if I'm Meredith, that means that you are my Christina Yang?" she asked amused.
"I would like to think of myself of as an Alex. Rough around the edges, hot in the right kind of light and quietly brilliant with a weakness for beautiful women," he smirked.
"Alex is hot in any light. I wouldn't mind drinking his dirty bath water," she hummed causing Damon to wrinkle his nose in disgust.
"Way to keep it classy, Bennett," he smirked.
For the next thirty minutes, the vampire and witch silently stared at the television watching the arrogance and the angst pour from Dr. McDreamy. Damon tried to keep from rolling his eyes several times throughout the episode, but he could secretly admit that there was something addicting and charming about the medical drama and the characters who was drawing him in with each passing moment. When Bonnie started coughing and clearing her throat multiple times, he almost didn't want to get up to get a glass of water out of fear that he would miss something so he casually asked Bonnie to pause it while he made the quick trip to the kitchen. She smiled at him knowingly as she watched him disappear from her bedroom only to return seconds later with a bottle of Dasani and a bendy straw.
"You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's...it's your tiny, ineffectual fists. And your hair...It smells nice and you're very, very bossy. It keeps me in line."
As Bonnie continued to watch the show completely enraptured by Dr. Sheppard's charm, Damon found himself starring at her profile quietly. Derrek's words struck a cord in him because he felt like he could relate to that feeling with Bonnie. They were Damon and Bonnie. Bonnie and Damon. He would rile her up and those tiny little hands of her, hands that were quite effectual, would wield magic that would put him back in his place if he did anything that she would deem inexcusable. His eyes moved from her hands to her hair and he smiled as he realized that he loved the smell of her hair and that Bonnie was quite bossy when she wanted to be and she had done what no other person had ever done, including Elena, and that was keep him in line. He told himself that the reason he allowed her to keep him in line was because he wasn't in the mood to find another best friend to warm up to if he ever lost Bonnie, but the truth was that Bonnie was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and if that meant letting her convince him to lean into his conscience rather than rebel against it, so be it.
"We had a long day so we should probably get some sleep," Bonnie yawned turning of the television once the episode had ended.
"As nice as that sounds, I need to take care of something before I even think about get any shut eye," he grumbled as he reluctantly releases her from his arms and climbs out of bed. "I'll be back in an hour."
Bonnie couldn't fight the surge of jealousy that coursed through her like blue electricity.
"Would that something be a leggy blonde with a pair of fake breasts?" she asked a little harsher than she intended.
Damon turned to face her, a frown marring his handsome features. He didn't know what offended him more. The fact that that Bonnie thought that he was leaving to go scratch an itch or the fact that she thought that it would take him only an hour to get his rocks off.
"You really think I would abandon a cuddle session with my bestie to get laid? You have such a high opinion of me, Bon Bon," he said sarcastically despite the fact that her accusation stung a little bit.
"So where are you going at one in the morning?" she asked suspiciously as he reached for the hoodie that was lying near her dresser.
"I'm going to get a little snack. In case you didn't notice, Enzo wasn't exactly providing me chow when he kept us prisoners at the Armory," he said wryly.
"Oh." She realized that he had hadn't eaten anything all day and she felt like a bad friend for letting him coddle her at the expense of his hunger pangs.
"I'm just going to go and tap a vein and I'll be back before you know it ," he promised.
Bonnie said, "You don't have to go. Just because I don't have any blood bags in the freezer doesn't mean that you can't feed."
Damon stared at her for a long moment.
"Are you sure?" he asked gently.
She shrugged carelessly. "I didn't save your life so that you could starve to death."
"Well you were already penetrated once tonight. I'm just surprised that you don't mind having it happen a second time," he stated rolling his tongue across his teeth.
Bonnie glared at him annoyed and somewhat reluctantly impressed that he can make the words that escaped his mouth sound both innocent and filthy.
"Just do it before I change my mind." She sat up on her knees and inched closer towards the edge of the bed where Damon was lingering at. He felt antsy as she titled her head slightly to the left exposing her smooth graceful neck. Rocking on the balls and toes of his feet, he knew that the best thing he could do, the selfless thing he could do, was to gently turn Bonnie down and go get his needs from a complete stranger, but Damon wasn't selfless. He had almost lost his best friend that night and if feeding from her meant that he could put a part of himself in her system that would at least keep her alive for the next twenty four hours, he was going to be do what he had to do. At least that is what he told himself to keep from feeling like he was taking advantage of her.
Wrapping his fingers around the nape of her neck, he bared his fangs before gently and slowly biting into her throat. He could feel her tense, but he used his free hand to rub her hip so that she would relax.
Tasting her blood was an experience unlike any other that he ever had in his lifetime. Don't get him wrong. He had his fair share of blood that tasted amazing, but it paled to what he felt when Bonnie's plasma would hit the tip of his tongue. If he could describe it, it tasted like coming home after being away for so long. The taste, the smell, the warmth that would pool in the pit of his stomach when he swallowed her essence was the second time he had ever felt true peace. The first time had been when he had been buried deep inside of Elena, but thoughts of her was far too painful, so he forced himself to push the memory of her face to the most darkest and cobwebbed corners of his twisted mind.
He only meant to lick the wound close so that it would heal, but for some reason his motives changed as he began to pepper her neck with open mouth kisses causing her to squirm. Her mouth fell open and he was fully prepared for her to tell him to stop, but she didn't. Instead a breathy moan escape the back of her throat that caused the front of Damon's pants to become uncomfortably tight. Fighting back a groan of his own, he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her flesh before biting into his wrist and feeding her his blood so that the wound on her neck would heal. He breathed happily as he realized that unlike earlier that night when he had attempted to feed her his blood, this time, she was actually healing. As she consumed his blood slowly, he felt something twisting and turning inside of his body and he realized that they were connecting through the blood bond. It was only temporary, but he was sort of surprised that this was the first time that they exchanged blood like this. In the past, whenever Bonnie would get hurt, he would give her his blood and when he would get hurt, she would give him her blood before using her magic to heal herself. She was adamant about only consuming vampire blood when it was absolutely necessary, but tonight, something had changed her mind that drew his curiosity.
"Careful, Bon Bon. You might get a little addicted to how I taste," he teased lightly as he gently removed his wrist from her lips.
"It's weird having you inside of me," she mused before blushing deeply as his eyebrow arched at the double entendre in her words. "You know what I meant. I never felt this way before."
"How do you feel?" he inquired as he climbed back into bed with her. "Dizzy, tingly, smitten?"
"I feel good," she murmured in awe as her wet tongue dragged across the seam of her bottom lip. I feel full. I feel you."
Her observation was innocent enough, but the thought of filling up the little witch with something other than his blood caused a growl to vibrate inside of his chest.
"Well blood sharing is the second most intimate thing a vampire and witch could do besides sex," he said sounding as casually as he would if they were both had been discussing national politics.
She hummed non committedly as she rested her hand on his chest.
"Bonnie?" Damon's quiet voice broke through the silence that had settled over the room after the episode ended, "There is something that I need to ask you."
"I'm not singing "Soft Kitty" so that we can go to sleep. That was a one time thing and I was drunk," she yawned causing him to chuckle. Damon remembered the night vividly. Bonnie had failed one of her exams and had stormed into the Boarding House where she had made herself at home behind his wet bar and proceeded to get shit faced drunk. Damon finally decided to cut her off and tucked Bonnie into the bed in the guest bedroom across the hall from his. He had been mortified and amused when she had pleaded for him to sing her a lullaby to sleep. He had tried to placate her by telling her that that he didn't know any lullabies off the top of his head, but Bonnie had insisted on teaching him one which was why when he would least expect it, he would find Soft kitty being played on an annoying loop during an unfortunate case of earworm.
"As much as I would thoroughly enjoy hearing you sing about your sleepy kitty purring," he said salaciously causing her to giggle, "This is something far more important."
"Alright. I'm listening," she murmured.
"When did you decided that I was worth saving?" he asked quietly.
When minutes passed and Bonnie failed to respond, Damon assumed that she wasn't going to answer his question, but then she began to speak.
"When I died bringing Jeremy back, no one knew what had happened to me. I was just a ghost that had to watch as my friends carried on with their lives without me," she had a small trace of bitterness in her voice. It still stung that all it took was random emails for Elena and Caroline to believe she was alive and well. Especially given the fact that she hadn't bothered to show up to her own father's funeral. Not like the sour taste that was starting to settle inside of her mouth, she licked her lips and continued. "I was there that day when Jeremy told you that I had died. I honestly thought you wouldn't care because you and I never gotten along and you were this cold hearted bastard who didn't give a damn about anyone but Elena and yourself."
"Harsh," he winced causing Bonnie to smile at him softly.
"When Jeremy told you that I was dead, I watched the moment where the reality of my death hit you. Like, really hit you. You actually expressed an emotion that I never seen you display before. You showed that you were capable of feeling sad and devastated and for the first time, I didn't just see a vampire, Damon. I saw that there was a big part of you that was still beautifully human. I'm not naïve. I know that a big part of you bought me back from the dead to make it so that Elena didn't have to live without her best friend, but there was a small part of you that bought me back because deep down in the darkest pit of your soul, you cared about me." Pause. "I decided that you were worth saving because beneath all of the bravado, the sarcasm and the arrogance, I knew that you were capable of being a good person."
"I'm only good because I had a good example to look up to," he smiled tenderly.
A look of guilt flashed across her face.
."I'm not as good as you think I am."
"What do you mean?" he inquired softly and confused.
She began to fiddle with the hem of her tank top nervously.
"Earlier tonight, I knew that getting in between you and Tyler could end up with me being killed and I did it anyway. The only other man that I ever risked my life for in such an extreme fashion was Jeremy, so what does that tell you?" she asked with pure vulnerability in her voice.
She was telling him that she loved him without actually saying the words.
"Bonnie...I," he trailed off unsure of what to say.
"You don't have to say anything," she said letting him off the hook, "In fact, we don't even have to continue this conversation."
As she scooted away from him, he could feel her pulling away physically as well as emotionally and that was the last thing he wanted. Not bothering to think about the consequences of his actions, Damon quickly rolled over and hovered on top of her trapping her body between his chest and the mattress. Bonnie stared up at him wide eyed and he could literally hear the sound of her heart beating furiously against her ribcage. He could tell from the way that she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue that she was just as apprehensive and afraid as he was and he felt strangely comforted by that fact. It meant that whatever this thing was that was hanging over them wasn't just a figment of his imagination. It meant that the temptation and attraction that was between them wasn't one sided. She felt it too and that realization made his undead heart twist painfully in his chest.
"Don't. Don't do that," he chided frowning down at her.
"Don't do what?" she asked swallowing with great difficulty.
"Don't run from me," he said his voice quiet and heavy with vulnerability.
Bonnie felt her heart soften as she realized that he had been afraid that she was potentially preparing to reject him. She knew about his issues he had about not being wanted or being good enough for someone and she never wanted to make him feel that way. Reaching up, she brushed several strands of his dark hair off of his forehead and smiled at him tenderly.
"I would never run away from you, Damon.
"You promise?"
"I promise," she murmured with a sincere smile.
The angel on his shoulder was telling him that her word was enough, but the devil on his shoulder was demanding more.
As usual, he listened to the devil and as his lips crashed down on hers, he knew that he had just condemned them both to hell.
AN: I kind of wanted to keep this chapter a little light because I plan on being really heavy handed with the angst in future chapter lol