Bow-chicka wah-wow, would you look at that, ball's still rolling on this one. I feel bad, only a little because I can hear my other fics calling me but I can't get this one out of my head so I gotta get it down somewhere.
Let's do this!
"Channelling," Bonnie read aloud from her grimoire, waving her hand to mute the sounds of Kai screaming blue murder as the flames she'd erected as walls around the Salvatore Boarding House engulfed him when he found himself frozen in place. Bonnie kicked the door closed, chewing on a piece of toast as she went on reading, "Is mostly done through the elements, earth, wind, fire and water," she rolled her eyes at that, "But there is a fifth element that some have managed to harness in order to ensure the efficacy and success of a larger spell." Her steps slowed at that, how in the hell had she never read this passage before? "The fifth element is the most volatile of all elements and requires well-trained precision, unflappable control as well as all four other elements to be in synergy. Only then can the environment for the fifth element be fully achieved for a successful spell casting." Bonnie's eyes bulged as she looked up from the page and then back down, "The fifth element…is human emotion." Her heart dropped. "Are you kidding me?!" She exclaimed, jumping a little when something exploded outside. She looked over her shoulder and frowned before making her way to the den, her walk skidding to a stop as she took in the sight of 'Damon' staring out into the back yard through the stained glass windows. Closing her grimoire, she sighed softly.
"Find something?" He asked without turning around and she trudged down the steps and walked until she was standing next to him. She didn't look at him though, she'd had enough of that already, and the disappointment that weighed her down each time he disappeared was too much for her to deal with right now. She had to focus.
"There's this thing called the fifth element," Bonnie said, as she watched the fire die down outside, her slim fingers trailing over the patters on the glass in front of them, "It's emotion."
"Emotion?" He echoed as he looked down at her and she nodded.
"Apparently without the ascendant that brought Kai here, I need all four of the original elements in complete synergy as well as the perfect channelling of human emotion." Bonnie explained, "I'm guessing the one that would have sent him back is hatred." She said with a knowing sneer, she was getting bored of killing him all the time, but it was either that or live in fear and let him have all the control and she wasn't for that anymore. Kai had lost his sinister edge the minute Bonnie got used to the thought of killing him. It's not like he stayed dead so it was all fair in her mind.
"Which one would you use to send me back?" Damon wondered and she looked at him then, really looked at him and she sighed.
"I don't know…compassion?" Bonnie suggested and Damon snickered at that before throwing an arm over her shoulder and steering her out of the den and upstairs to the hallway and they stopped between her room's door and his.
"You hardly ever go into my room." Damon said, "You've gone in there twice, once when you first hallucinated me and then another time to get a few of my shirts…which, by the way I knew you liked." Bonnie swatted at his chest as they stood in front of his bedroom door.
"It didn't feel right with you not being here." Bonnie admitted, her eyes dropping down. Damon sighed and pushed the door open with his free hand.
"Come on," he said, pulling her into his room, "You've already killed Kai, made some headway with the whole spell thing and you look like you haven't slept in months and I know it's only been about four days but how about," he pushed her then, laughing when a surprised gasp left her mouth as she fell face first into the mattress, "We lie down for a while."
"Kai isn't actually dead." Bonnie pointed out, moving to sit up and get off of his bed, "You know that."
"Yes, but it's like ten in the morning, he's gonna be dead for a few hours." Damon countered, shoving her back down and moving her over so that he could lie down as well. Bonnie curled up into a ball facing him and he turned to her and rolled his eyes. Without saying a word and glaring at her when she looked set to protest, Damon pulled her to his chest and patted her back.
"Shut up and sleep." He commanded and she sighed sadly.
"You won't be here when I wake up will you?" Bonnie asked, already knowing the answer.
"Probably not, but the fact that you want me to be is why I'll always keep coming back to you." Her heart contracted at his words but she couldn't help when her eyes grew heavy.
"I don't want to be alone Damon." She said, her voice tired, followed with a small yawn. He rubbed her back and pulled her even closer.
"I'm always here Bon-Bon," he said softly, "Whether you can see me or not, there's a part of me, this part, that will always belong to you."
A small part of Damon was aware that his mind was being read. But by now he was so used to 'falling down the rabbit' hole so to speak that it felt familiar to him, comfortable as he listened to Lucy chant, her fingertips pressed against the sides of his face. Images flashed through his consciousness at break neck speed. Slowly but surely all the images began to be sifted through and sorted until only memories of Bonnie spun through his mind. Like a reel of nostalgia, her scowling at him, setting him on fire, smiling at him, saving his life…
Damon's body jerked as that memory passed through him for the millionth time it seemed. Each time he remembered Bonnie's sacrifice was as fresh as the initial shock at her actions. He heard Lucy's rhythm change as she chanted; something must have caught her attention. In his mind's eyes he could see a specific image coming towards him. It was blurry though and it hurt his head when he tried to focus on it and he was detachedly aware of the groan that slipped through his teeth as she scoured his mind. Lucy's voice grew deeper then, more determined and the pain blossomed into a fuller sensation and Damon heaved and writhed uncomfortably as she continued reading him.
"Is it working?" he heard Caroline ask, but her voice sounded small and distant, like she was miles away but also right in his ear and it was disorientating trying to hone in on its location. So he stopped, and brought his attention back to Bonnie. To Damon, now, whenever he thought of Bonnie he could have been anywhere. Especially when his eyes were closed like they were now. Hallucinating her was fraying the line between reality and his imagination, Damon pondered as Lucy dug a little deeper into his consciousness.
"Fuck." He grunted, his frame stiff from the pressure he was under because of the spell. All he wanted to do was pull away from Lucy, catch his breath and then maybe try again in a few minutes. Why was this taking so long in any case?
"Yes." Lucy panted with a wince, and he heard someone gasp and the sweet smell of blood called to him before he slipped back under and was met once more with the fuzzy image that was distorting and flickering and shaking, but still not coming into focus. He was sure his nose would start bleeding soon as well. She continued to chant and then something clicked into place and a bright white flooded his mind's eye before dissolving and coming into focus. "Holy shit." Lucy gasped but stayed focused with her magic. She and Damon were both seeing the same thing. Bonnie walking begrudgingly over to Damon with Sheila's grimoire hanging in the crook of her elbow while he stared out of the window of the den in his house. Him turning down to smile at her and her avoiding his gaze. Damon's breathing went haggard, he'd never seen this before, dreamt this before and it had certainly never happened. He could remember every memory between him and Bonnie, and he'd definitely remember one where there was a wall of fire flickering outside his window in front of them. Then he and Lucy watched as Bonnie began talking to him, her face serious as she explained whatever she needed to, to him. No sounds were coming from either of them but then Bonnie's voice boomed into his consciousness.
There is a fifth element that some have managed to harness in order to ensure the efficacy and success of a larger spell
Damon gasped and his body began to spasm, Enzo pulled Lucy off of Damon, making sure to be gentle with her, he didn't like the idea of writhing in pain at her hands. Wasn't his style. Caroline flew to Damon's side, tapping his cheeks with a little more force than necessary, not stopping until his body sagged in on itself and his eyes fluttered open.
"That never happened." He said to Lucy as he locked eyes with her as she yanked out of Enzo's grasp, the other two vampires were confused, "That thing you pulled from my head?" He went on, "It never, happened."
"Which is why it's so damn important." Lucy said, rubbing her palms together. "Get some blood in him, we're going again."
"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" Jeremy yelled as he stormed into Stefan's house. Sarah shuffled awkwardly behind him and Elena narrowed her eyes at the girl before tisking at her brother.
"Jer, I'm all for you moving on but isn't it a little insensitive now that there's an actual chance that Bonnie's coming back?" Elena asked as she stepped towards the duo slowly, "I mean I get it, you're mourning but I don't want you shoving this girl in my face when I'm trying to get my best friend, your girlfriend, back alive."
"Excuse me?" Sarah gasped, offended. Elena turned on her then and her face darkened.
"I'm sorry; let me make myself clearer for you. Get. Out." Elena snapped.
"Not cool Elena." Jeremy said, stepping between his sister and Sarah. Elena looked up at him then and shook her head in disapproval. Everyone in the room save for Sarah probably, knew just how much of a hypocrite Elena was being, whether she'd admit it or not.
"You can go with her then." Elena said breezily, walking forward and sheep-dogging them right out the front door. "Come back when you can be more proactive about missing Bonnie."
"You didn't have to be that harsh on him." Stefan mused aloud as she shut the door on Jeremy's shocked face.
"He has to learn some time." Elena replied, a delicate frown marring her features, "Though I suppose removing my love for Damon from my memory makes me a total hypocrite." Stefan nodded then.
"Still reading that journal?" He wondered. She shook her head and crossed her arms.
"I couldn't really, it's too weird for me, it's like trying to remember something that my mind forgot had happened. My love for Damon doesn't exist. I killed it."
"In a way, yes." Stefan agreed.
"It must hurt him." Elena said her eyes suddenly downcast. "I was selfish."
"In a way… yes," Stefan repeated, "But luckily for you, all he can think about right now whether he wants to or not, is getting Bonnie back."
"You're right," Elena said, her tone betraying the calm on her face. "First we figure out this mess, and then hopefully everything else falls back into place." Stefan nodded. But something struck a chord inside of him then, before Damon and Bonnie died, was everything actually as it was meant to be? Or had they all simply convinced themselves that it was? Perhaps Damon and Bonnie represented more than a sheep saving the wolf; maybe they would change everything Mystic Falls had come to accept as the norm.
"Right," Stefan said as he dropped his cellphone charger into his duffel bag, "Everything will go back to what it was…because that's why my brother is turning into an asylum tenant, to remind us of all the good times we all had before he died." Elena scowled at him but didn't comment.
I love how casual Bonnie is with killing Kai. Remember when I said I was a nice person? Yeah, I'm not nice enough to let Kai get the upper-hand in this scenario. He can suck a d(bleep)k as far as I'm concerned.
Also, have any of you guys seen the movie Fifth Element? The one with Bruce Willis and Chris Tucker with crazy hair? No? Pity.
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