A/N: Thanks for supporting. I do not own these characters. They're only written in my own light, OOC AU.
Oblivion Chapter 8: Portico
No soon as night time fell over the village, the town started preparing for the feast. It was a joint effort on everyone's part.
The banquet was not the only important thing happening that night. Tupac couldn't find the town's leader; soon the new vampires would be arriving. He was hoping that they would make it home before dawn broke.
Bonnie placed a spell on the town hall to keep the newborn vampires locked securely inside. She spent the rest of her time trying to come up with a spell to send Damon home. After wasting almost half the evening, thinking of the right incantation, she realized that she didn't need a spell. She was able to bring out the sun by merely thinking about what she wanted to happen; she was sure she could do the same with opening a portal to send Damon back home to Mystic Falls.
Damon on the other hand, spent the rest of the afternoon alone, procrastinating in preparation of the party where he was the guest of honor. The only reason he was willing himself to go because he knew that there'd be plenty of liquor and weed to help him dull his senses. The people of Gardenia knew how to party—despite their holy beliefs in a higher power.
Damon was avoiding Bonnie like the plague, and she was avoiding him, too. He didn't want it to be that way, but he didn't want to talk to her while she was angry. He also needed to come up with a new strategy to get her to return home with him.
He respected Bonnie and her choices; he would never do anything to undermine them, but this was one time that he felt he had to take matters into his own hands. She was returning with him to Mystic Falls whether she liked it or not. He had weighed all the options, and there was no other way. Bonnie had to return home with him come hell or high water.
He finally arrived at the feast. The large bonfire in the middle of it all was impressive. He looked around at all the happy faces. He instantly spotted Bonnie sitting with Zinnia and some of the other women in town, but he glued his eyes back into their sockets. He then searched the crowd for Tupac. He was sitting on the other side of the fire with his friends.
Damon walked over to him as if his shoulders were too heavy for him to carry. He tried veering his spectacles elsewhere—many times, like at his attempts to not chase after his brother's girl… he was failing miserably.
"Damon, my friend. You decided to bless us with your presence," Tupac greeted in a joyous and raised voice.
"Yeah, I'm here. Where's the liquor?" Damon stated, giving a serious probe of things probe of things; the men let out an inflated cackle.
"Tao, get him a pitcher. I don't think a cup will do. He has woman troubles," Tupac teased.
"Did you forget to give your woman a good thrashing before you left?" Tao joshed.
"She's not my woman!" Damon protested strongly, his face twisted and red with anger.
"…so, you don't mind if I make her my woman?" A handsome, copper skinned man slyly inserted, standing against the tree, bare chested, wearing a hungry, lustful look in his eyes.
Damon gave the man a murderous glare, his eyes thinned to a pinprick. He didn't waste precious energy on being angry with the lad though, as he had more pressing issues and important people to think about and be livid with. He shook his head, rolled his eyes sideways and then down, and then down to the canter in hand that contained a stout, smelly, emerald colored liquor that made his senses tingle with anticipation.
"Tonight, we are celebrating more than Damon's great moments and bravery in battler; we're also saying farewell to him, to our fallen comrades, and to the people who died here in Gardenia."
"What?" Tao went slack jawed over Tupac's announcement.
"Damon, has to return home. His love one is in trouble," Tupac added.
"We really could use your help—especially now," Tao reminded wretchedly.
"You'll be okay," Damon replied coolly, not affording Tao a glimpse. He finished his vessel of whisky with another big guzzle. He wiped his mouth, then looked fixatedly at the fire. The men's voices became garbled, mere background noise as he stared right through the, blazing, yellow and orange crackling flames—straight through to Bonnie.
Out the corner of his eye, he saw Tupac puffing on weed. He mindlessly held out a hand, asking for a puff; Tupac obliged. He inhaled a large drag, then blindly held it out for someone else to take.
"Bonnie, that man has it bad for you," Zinnia whispered in her ear.
"He doesn't, Zinnia. He loves, Elena. He's only angry because I won't go with him. He probably wants me to tag along so he can use me for my powers."
Damon's heart broke when he heard those words escape Bonnie's lips; surely she must've known that he would be eavesdropping on her conversation.
"You really believe that?" Zinnia questioned, stunned.
"Of course, he pulled a poker on me, and threatened me to save his brother." Bonnie cringed in hindsight of her comment. She was bitter; she didn't understand why.
"You're jealous."
"Excuse me," Bonnie gave a skeptical hoot.
"You're jealous. Tell the man you like him," another woman intervened.
"I don't want Damon Salvatore. He's my friend and nothing more—period," she enlightened with an attitude.
The longer the conversation unraveled, the angrier Damon became. He turned up pitcher after pitcher of liquor, which contained small amounts of the purple fruit.
Bonnie sighed in frustration. She poured a little wine in a cup. She drank the first cup in one mouthful. She too, began to consume large amounts of liquor, containing the purple fruit. She also over indulged in smoking marijuana. Several minutes later, everything around her became blurry, and voices became muddled.
She stared across the fire, catching Damon glaring intently at her. She couldn't look away. They were mesmerized by each other. The purple fruit made it impossible for them to fight the feelings bubbling at the surface.
"Come on Bonnie, let's dance." Zinnia suggested.
Bonnie staggered to her feet. She stood stationary, still looking through the fire with a hypnotic look in her eyes at Damon.
"Come on Bonnie!" Zinnia yelled, but to Bonnie, she was speaking in slow motion, in a deep baritone voice.
She couldn't gracefully handle the amounts of liquor and weed that she had consumed like Zinnia and the others.
Zinnia grabbed her by the arms, manipulating her body to do her bidding. Unexpectedly, she became extremely happy. She ran her hands over her body, slowly rotated her hips, and ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes closed as she submerged herself deeper into caressing and fondling her own body. She cupped her breasts and ran her hands slowly and seductively over her front as she dipped and rolled her hips. She was in her own little intoxicated world.
Her dancing summoned the vampire in Damon. The scowl he was wearing was now gone. He stared at her with a piercing, penetrative gaze. She was beautiful to him; that timid, little, looking girl bloomed into a woman right before his very eyes. He didn't remember her being so vivacious.
Bonnie continued to frolic around. She finally opened her eyes to see that Damon was hungrily, drinking her exquisiteness. Oddly, she didn't stop dancing. Knowing that she had his full attention only fueled her fire to perform for him, to entertain him. She was wicked. She wanted him to see her and appreciate her beauty. Their eyes remained hypnotically locked for what seemed like forever.
Damon no longer wanted to play this cat and mouse game. He threw down his jug of liquor and went soldiering through the crowd, hitting, and shoving people out of his way as he went, his eyebrows like checkmarks, and his lips angrily furrowed.
He stopped inches away from smashing smack dab into her and knocking her down. His dilated pupils dug into her, his head leaning forward as he stood in an intimidating manner over her. He clenched his fist, fighting the urge to take her over his knee, and give her a good spanking. He swayed forward and took a long blink before catching himself from stumbling down to the dirt and making a drunken fool of himself.
The effects of all his drinking and smoking completely stole the impression that he was going for as onlookers snickered at his little blunder, but his minor mishap didn't stop Bonnie from looking at him like he was some sort of Greek God.
His eyes found her no soon as he had composed himself. He stood there in front of her, looking dangerously beautiful.
They ingested each other's beauty, her breath quick and shallow, and her heart beating like a drum as he inched his way closer into her proximity—if the faint touch of his chest, brushing up against her covered nipples wasn't close enough already.
"Yes," Bonnie breathed, and he didn't make a peep.
"Can we talk?" He ran a hand tiredly over his face as if it would wake him from this very vivid dream that he suddenly found himself living in at present.
She nodded without thought. He grabbed her by the hand, interlocking their fingers as he whooshed her off to the town's square—it was deserted.
He parked them in front of the tavern, right underneath the patio covering, and turned to face Bonnie.
"Hey," he said in a low husky voice.
"Hi," Bonnie answered abstractedly.
They ogled over each other, both at a loss for words. Damon had tons he needed to say to her, but now that they were facing each other, he couldn't remember what it was that he wanted to communicate.
He began to drift into her. Instinctively her head went right, and his went left. Soon the tip of their noses touched. He brushed her nose with his, giving it a butterfly kiss. She coyly smiled.
She stepped closer to him before placing her hands on his pale rugged square jaw. He took her gently by the waist and pressed his lips tenderly against hers. He pushed his lips into hers and quickly said a prayer that she'd return his affection. She did. Her soft, pale red lips pushed tenderly against his, and lingered.
She pulled away. Her green orbs darted up to his blue ones. Suddenly she couldn't breathe, and her heart rate accelerated. The resounding of her strong, thumping heartbeat was hypnotic, alluring, and made him even more intoxicated. She had been wanting to kiss him since that morning. She never imagined that it would essentially happen.
Her mouth was now contacting his, and the faintest touch of him was everything that she had dreamed of and more. They pecked each other's mouth tenderly once, then again, and again. Their lips affectionately sent suctioning sounds through the air, evidence of their first kiss being captured by the faint breeze every time their lips pushed and pulled away from each other's.
Damon became greedy for more as he zealously feathered the tip of his tongue between her lips; Bonnie was exceptionally generous; she opened her mouth wide, letting him inside. He speedily slipped his tongue into her warm orifice. His golden whip was soon dancing amicably around hers. She fisted the collar of his shirt and tugged at the hair at the nap of his neck.
They continued to excitedly kiss, his busy hands clutching, and kneading her waist and ample rump.
Now that they had successfully conquered first base, he became aggressive for even more of her. He backed her up against the wall. He was fully into pleasing her as he kneeled into the kiss, resting his hands against the wall to anchor his vigorous provocative activities.
He pulled her forcefully back into him, snaking an arm around her waist, rubbing her rear end briskly, necking her, and showering her with sensual kisses.
"Damon," she uttered windily as he tugged gently at her hair, exposing her neck to his complete ravishing. Her southern region became wetter by the essence of the kisses he had trailed from her earlobe down to her collar bone, and to the valley between her breast moments before.
"Damon. Damon," she uttered more sternly.
He eagerly pulled at the straps of her shirt, pushing her garment down over her shoulders, revealing her breast. He palmed her breast, stuffed her nipple into his mouth, and insatiably sucked and licked her boob.
Her eyes popped open, astounded.
She didn't want to be second choice, not anymore. Damon may have wanted her now, but the moment he laid eyes on Elena, she would become the one-night stand; the mistake. She could hear him now. 'I really like you Bonnie, but I'm in love with Elena. I never meant to hurt you. Can we still be friends?' Yes, that is what he would say (she believed).
"No, Damon. We can't." She feebly tried pushing him away.
"This feels so right," he crooned as he continued to excitedly caress her.
"No," she pleaded breathlessly, her voice emotional.
Damon ceased his loving ministration. He rested his forehead on hers, stealing a feel of her warm skin as he traced his fingers down her neck, his cool breath in her face. She panted, out of breath from their loving cuddle. She could only imagine what it would be like if she made love to him. She shut her eyes tightly, squeezing her lids together, purging the licentious fantasy from her brain. She would only get hurt, she told herself.
"Please come home with me," Damon implored desperately, his voice wavering.
Her expression was now fully alert. Even after kissing him, he still wanted to go home—to Elena. She became angry. She angrily shoved him back into the railing. He staggered back and sped her an astonishing expression.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," she said through gritted teeth.
"Yes—you are!" Damon replied harshly with a wrathful, razor-sharp glare.
"…and if I don't, then what? You're going to pull a poker on me or rip out my throat, because I swear to God, if you so much as lift one finger-," she hushed her threat, pushed out her chest, and peered at him with the same incensed hard glower.
His pupils remained dead-set into hers, until the heat of her stare made him fold like a deck of cards. His shoulders slumped. He took a step back and lowered his gaze. "No," he answered somberly.
She exhaled, then turned away from his sights, thinking of what to say as she strongly massaged her chin. "I apologize about before. I said some mean things. I do understand why you need to return. I won't hold you back, but you have to respect my decision to stay," she rationalized, her consideration deflected elsewhere.
He nodded, heartbrokenly.
She walked out to the middle of the road and held out a hand.
"What are you doing?" He was confused by her actions.
"I'm sending you back home—to Elena."
"You're not going to say goodbye to me?" He hurried to her side, his expression flushed and alarmed, his eyes glazed over with disappointment.
"We don't need to say goodbye, Damon. You're not a little boy," she chided. He walked away, his tail between his legs. She rolled her eyes skyward, irritated by what was taking place.
"I'm not going to say goodbye because I know you'll come back for me, right?" she said, uncertainty in her voice.
"Of course, I'll come back for you. What kind of shit is that?" he avowed agitatedly after doing a complete about face; he was taken-aback by her absurd remark.
"Damon you can't leave!" Zinnia shouted, coming from out of nowhere with Tupac on her heels. They had been spying on them in hopes that all their manipulation would succeed in bringing Bonnie and Damon together.
"I'm sorry, but I need to know that Elena's okay." He paused. "What the hell? Were you spying on us?" He frowned.
"Whew, you were going at it hot and heavy," he enthused, a hand lazily rubbing his full belly, while he picked at food from between his teeth.
"Omigod," Bonnie uttered, humiliated.
"You, sucking Bonnie's tit is not the issue here. You, leaving is what we need to discuss. We need you, damnit! What about me? How am I going to learn how to use my new abilities?" Zinnia strongly rebuked with veins bulging from her neck, her body tensed.
"Zinnia, you'll be okay. Tupac and I, are kindred spirits, and Bonnie knows all there is to know about me." He reminded, agitation in his voice; his eyes dashed back to Bonnie.
"I think you are making a big mistake, but I wish you all the best." Zinnia smarted insensitively, then began to sob, but Damon's focus was completely centered on Bonnie, not really showing any empathy for the woman's pain.
"You ready?" Bonnie asked.
Damon gave a nod.
She closed her eyes and thought about what she desired to happen. A fierce wind soon picked up, and a twirling ball of light appeared. It spun at lightning speed—mid-air. The radiant ball of light grew bigger. Damon walked closer to the luminous sphere, his hair flapping wildly in the wind; the lustrous light cast his pale skin into a ghostly figure in its wake.
A part of him was happy to be returning home to Elena. He missed her. The more he thought of her, the more he thought about Bonnie, too. He kept picturing their kiss in his head. His chest rose. He inheld a large intake of air and tightened his eyelids. He breathed and then began to take careful steps toward the portal, shielding his vision from the blinding beam.
Bonnie smiled modestly and marveled at the presentation of her supremacy; she had never wielded this much energy back home, even with the power of a hundred witches. A grimace spread across her face as she drew her hands back, pressing them against her temple. The portal began to vacillate and dim.
Black veins pulsed under Damon's milky skin. A thousand years could pass, and he would still know the scent of Bonnie Bennett's blood. He jerked a mortified glance her way.
She wiped her lip, seeing her blood on her fingertips. She looked up, her eyes meeting his. She tried to hide her pain with a smile, but she couldn't fool him.
"Bonnie." Damon gasp, horrified. She had told him earlier that day about her passing out. He could kick his own ass for not remembering. He instantly thought about all those times that he could have stopped Bonnie from hurting herself. He could have saved her, but he couldn't because his entire existence was rooted in all things Elena Gilbert.
"It's okay! Go to, Elena. I can't hold the portal open for much longer!" she shouted bravely, and then gave a timid assured uneven grin.
He held her regard with remembrance in his eyes. His vision tracked from the strands of her soft, brown flailing tresses, flapping angrily in the gust, to her sad, shimmering eyes, blood laced lips, to her trembling hand stretched out to the gateway, struggling to keep it open. He instinctively reached out as her body rocked weakly back and forth, starting it's decent to the floor of the forest as her eyelashes began to lower little by little.
"No." Damon uttered, and then found himself marching right back to her side with that same old confident and serious gait he did when persistence overtook him. His motivation was the witch and not the portal that he didn't give a meager indication of its presence or even allude to the fact that he cared for anything that was on the other side of that magnificent sphere of light, levitating in the sky.
Bonnie's eyes shut, her arms dropped, and she began her downward spiral. He vamp sped to her; he hit the ground, skidding across dirt, sharp, pebbled rocks, shoveling up her head before it made contact with the hard earth. He took her protectively up in his arms.
"Are you fucking crazy! You could've killed yourself!" he sharply scolded, his voice brittle with sentiment.
"Why?" Bonnie asked faintly, her eyes barely open. "Elena needs you," she susurrated.
"I've made a lot of bad choices, but staying here with you, will probably prove to be the best choice I've ever made." He swept her hair out of her eye and smirked.
Bonnie reciprocated his mawkishness; a tear escaped her eye. She swallowed, mustering up her strength, and then spoke, "We take care of Gardenia first, then we go home—together. I promise," she avowed.
"You got it," he happily grunted.
"Oh," Zinnia gushed with happiness.
Damon helped Bonnie to her feet. He dusted the dirt from her clothing. She was in awe of how attentive he was to her. He fully stood. He took her hands into his and dazed down at her with a starry-eyed look.
"I can't believe you came back for me."
"You're my best friend," he said.
She dropped a miserable look at the ground. "Yeah, a friend."
He studied her for a moment. "Hey, did I say something wrong?" He gave her a skeptical observe.
"No. No. Not at all." She laughed it off and turned to walk away.
Zinnia and Tupac looked incredulously at each other, seeing the writing on the wall.
"Bonnie, wait." He jogged after her. He took her by the wrist and directed her attention to his.
"We're best friends, right?" His eyes narrowed, his expression reflecting as if he would go to pieces if she didn't respond with the right answer.
She observed his unnerved face, then hardened her face. "how can we be best friends, Damon. We barely know each other," she paused. "Since I've known you, all you've been is nasty, and cruel to me."
Damon snorted in frustration, a disbelieving look on his face. "I can't believe you feel this way after all that we've been through since our time here." He huffed and gave her an inflamed glare. "…and what about that amazing kiss we just shared not thirty minutes ago?" he complained. "You can't tell me that you don't feel something for me. You can't tell me you don't care about me!"
She indignantly crossed her arms and jut out a hip. "The kiss was… the kiss was-," she fumbled for words.
"Nosh," Tupac spoke in an alarming voice, compelling Bonnie and Damon to end their heated discussion.
They followed Tupac's sights up the wall, to see a foreboding figure standing on the barrier. Horror cloaked their faces.
"Oh, my… God," Bonnie uttered.
They cautiously and wearily watched the manic, standing on the wall, waiting for what he would do next.
The entity jumped down from the wall, landing on his feet with great poise. Damon instinctively guarded Bonnie. "Is that a vampire?" Bonnie questioned hysterically, her eyes as wide as mushrooms as she clutched Damon—her knight in shining armor ever so tightly.
"They're coming!" the guard yelled as he and fellow guards fired off their arrows in defense of the city.
Damon zoomed to the enemy to take him out. The vampire stopped him dead in his tracks with a grab of his hand, bending it back until he heard the snap of his wrist. The blood sucker evilly smirked. Horror dashed across Damon's face, astounded by the creature's power. He grunted in agony. The monster wrapped his colossal hand around his throat, snuffing out the sound of his voice as he lifted him up into the air.
The enemy impelled Damon's chest with his fingers and wrapped his digits around his heart. He opted to leisurely kill his victim. Watching his foe suffer gave this vampire much pleasure. Damon's life flashed before his eyes. Suddenly there was a loud thud. He opened his eyes to realize that the loud clunk he heard was his body hitting the ground.
He looked before him to find ashes and a quickly distinguishing blaze. Bonnie had vanquished the creature, saving his life, yet again, in their short time on new Earth.
"Thank you." He gave her a beatific and grateful look. Her eyes glassed over at the sight of him, but there was no time for her to pine away over how beautiful he was. The enemy had now breached the wall.
"You can thank me later," she blurted, and then ran to his side to help him to his feet. They rose to their feet only to see the streets running with the blood of the towns people and Zinnia and Tupac fighting for their very lives.