A/N: No copyright infringement intended. I don't own the characters. They are merely written in my own light, OOC. This is an AU. Sorry this chapter is so long.
Also, I've decided to keep Stefan dark and a bit of an asshole until he gets to his new place in the story.
Oblivion Chapter 10: Emancipated
Bonnie ceased her powers once she realized that Damon was the one, she was wielding her magic against. His body went laxed as he sprawled out on the ground, his chest heaving.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he complained.
"You don't attack me while I'm in the middle of a spell. Are you crazy?" she blamed.
"You were killing yourself! I was trying to help you!" Damon argued in a winded voice, with hawkish eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Damon," she said genuinely, scuttling to his aid. She nestled him in her arms, pressing his head uncomfortable so against her bosom.
"Ugh, okay," Damon said muffled against her chest. He gave a little chuckle as he fumbled about in her arms, trying to break free.
"It's okay," he replied, sweeping his caring gaze to hers.
"I guess this means you don't want to help me anymore?" She blinked with unfeigned innocence.
"It's going to take a whole lot more than you, frying my brain to scare me off, Bon Bon," Damon retorted with a smile. He stood up, taking Bonnie's hand to help her stand, too.
He stepped into Bonnie's proximity and looked down on her with eyes as mellow as the sunset. He lifted the tail end of his top to her face and wiped the blood away from her nose and lips.
The move warmed Bonnie's heart. She took her thumbs and wiped the blood from the side of his face and his cheeks. "I hurt you," she said dreamily. She gave him the purest of looks, devotion burning in her emerald pupils.
"…and it hurt so good," he crooned flirtingly, with flaming seductive eyes. Her angelic face made Damon's heart throb with tenderness.
"Thank you," she declared dazedly. They remained planted to one spot, silenced by the cherished twinkling they found themselves living in at present.
"I don't know what it is about this place, but I want to see you happy. I want to be stronger so that I can get you back home to Elena," she said seriously, her eyes a nebulous gaze.
"Oh…so it's just this place that makes you like me." Damon gave a nervous chuckle. Bonnie's demeanor was seriously steadfast.
"No." She shook her head. "I honestly care for you Damon."
"…and I honestly care for you, too, Bonnie. We'll get home when the time is right. I know me freaking out about Elena worried you, but I didn't say all those things so that you could kill yourself, trying to get us back to Mystic Falls. I won't—no. I can't be happy without-," his voice faded.
A painful desire reflected in his eyes. He was nervous. Evidence of his anxiousness was in the constant shuffling of his weight from one foot to the other, and the fact that he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands.
Bonnie's heart began to flutter. She knew what Damon wanted to say, because she felt the same way about him. She couldn't imagine being happy with anyone else if he wasn't somewhere in the world enjoying his life, too.
Bonnie forgot all sense of rhyme and reason as she stepped closer to Damon, invading his personal space, her warm breath in his face, fluttering the hair on his forehead. Her green eyes searched over his, yearning face lustfully. He was held hostage by her gaze. A fire ignited inside of them more fiercely than the days passed.
Bonnie could feel her magic, churning brutally inside of her. Black veins began to pulsate on her skin, and Damon's supernatural being answered hers as black veins began to wave on his cheekbones. He wanted to fuck Bonnie and then make love to her.
He was mad with lust for her. He wanted his entire body to be enveloped by hers.
He grabbed her forearm with trembling hands and caressed it tenderly. He needed to feel a part of her heated flesh against his naked skin.
He was all but sure that Bonnie wouldn't let him have his way with her, and how he wanted to lay his cool body on top of her fiery figure, but he'd settled for this simple touch like he had done on so many other occasions.
He continued to stare into her eyes, pleadingly as his chest rose and fell. All he needed was the witch's approval to do very bad good things to her.
Bonnie was still wavering. She wanted him badly, but she still hadn't let go of how Elena would feel if she laid with the man she loved. There was also Jeremy who would probably be angry with her if she slept with the man that had killed him.
Then Bonnie thought of how selfish her friends had been in pursuit of their own sexual whims. They never denied themselves simple pleasures no matter how badly it would hurt the ones they loved.
Jeremy cheated on her…with a fucking ghost! Elena slept with Stefan's brother, and Stefan was the perfect boyfriend. Caroline slept with the man that murdered Tyler's mother, and here she was, billions of light years away, still trying to be the perfect friend and girlfriend.
She had truly gone mad. Bonnie nodded her approval. Damon grabbed her face and crashed his lips into hers.
She opened her mouth wide, allowing his tongue to take a tour of hers. He practically swallowed her face as he gave her a deep-throated heated tongue kiss, holding tightly to her face as she held firmly to his waist.
Their heads moved slowly against each other's as their tongues vigorously and greedily swirled and brushed the other's. They sucked at lips, tongues, and feverishly moaned into one another's mouths.
She snatched away from the kiss, ripped opened his vest, and grunted. She was surprised by her own strength.
He followed suit with her plunging V-neck shell. He ripped it away from her and threw it to the ground. They both hurried out of their footwear.
He undid his pants. She pushed his hands away, grabbed the waistline of his bottoms, and worked them down his shapely, pale legs. She smiled in awe of his ivory hardness sticking proudly in the air. They both snickered.
She stared at him in all his naked glory, slowing their exchange immensely as the realization of what they were about to do settled into their awareness.
He took her by the face, massaging her cheeks softly with his thumbs, and then fluttered his hands over her slender neck, down to her breasts.
He sensually kneaded the sides of her tits and tugged at her nipples fervently before taking it into his mouth. He licked slowly around her erect nipple, cupped her titty, licked it, and sucked it greedily.
He pulled himself away from her knockers and kissed her mouth, again. He licked and sucked on the tip of her tongue and her bottom lip as he cradled her to him. Her scorching breasts were heaven against his cool, hard, naked chest.
She eased him away from her, searching his magical blues with yearning. She ran her fingers gradually down his neck, over his chest, and his carved abdomen. He watched her hands ravenously as she caressed him. He even went so far as to take her hand, giving it a tour of him.
He wrapped her hand around his hardened shaft and they both watched as he manipulated her hand to stroke his cock. She giggled like a little girl at their exchange. He smiled sweetly.
After eagerly stroking his manhood, she walked her fingers back up to his face and ran her thumb lovingly over his soft mauve lips. The lips that she had kissed so determinedly mere moments ago. She gazed at him for several seconds, a weary look soon covering her face. He took a hard swallow under her gaze.
He wondered if her, stalling, was her rethinking being with him or if she truly found him a sight to behold.
"You want me?" His voice cracked due to the anxiety that he felt.
"I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life," she replied unbelievably; she took his face into her hands, giving him another deep, and passionate osculation.
She broke away from the kiss and lay down beside the brook.
He knelt over of her. He took off her panties and pushed her tiny skirt above her waistline. He could now see her mound of Venus. Her overgrown bush made him want to weep with joy. He chuckled nervously. For the first time, Damon Salvatore didn't know what to do with pussy.
Hearing Damon laugh made Bonnie self-conscious. She closed her eyes, clamped her legs tightly together, and covered her tawny breasts, embarrassed. He was still kneeling over her, his legs apart, and his penis proudly saluting her. He ran his hands slowly over her knees and spread her legs apart before peeling her hands away from her breast.
She opened her eyes, and he smiled. "You're beautiful," he said above a whisper. She returned him her dazzling smile.
He ran his fingers through her lady garden before inserting his middle finger into her hungry slit. He watched his digit enter and exit her wet, suctioning pussy. She was ready for him.
She swayed her head from side to side, moaning with pleasure. She widened her legs wider apart, caressed her breasts with fervor, and rotated her hips against the ground as his finger made love to her cunt.
He had more than he could stand of foreplay. He crawled eagerly between her legs, firmly gripped his aching cock, and massaged the insides of her moist folds with his bulbous before dipping his rounded tip repeatedly in and out of her pussy just to torture himself further.
He freed his rock-hard dick and guided himself into her secret sweetness. She shut her eyes and lamented through the wonderful pain of his huge cock as it stretched and filled her.
Bonnie Bennett was now spread-eagle underneath Damon Salvatore—of all people.
The passion torching inside of Damon flamed even hotter with the knowledge of Bonnie's hot, pussy, enveloping him.
He gave one hard thrust, burying himself deep into her tight, hot cunt. "Oh, God," he moaned involuntarily under his breath as he had fully entered her.
He locked eyes with her while delivering slow, powerful thrusts into her drenched pussy. He pulled his stiffened cock all the way out to the bulbous tip, then buried base deep into her, massaging his pubic hair against her clit, enjoying the heat of her fiery cunt around his engorged cock.
"You feel so good," he crooned, breathlessly.
He dug his knees into soft, mushy earth, and quickened his pace. His buttocks undulated slowly over her. Her creamy center called to him with its loud suctioning sounds as his cock reappeared and disappeared inside of her.
"Damon. Damon," she panted.
He pumped her cunt more vigorously with the sound of his name coming from her lips. He plowed in and out of her, hoping to hear his name slip from her luscious lips once more.
Her pussy fearlessly defended itself as it tightened when he buried his dick head deeper into her, spreading her tight pussy walls further apart.
She screeched her Damon's, her oh shits, and oh God's three octaves above her normal pitch, her mouth dry from her constant hollering, moaning, and panting.
He shoveled his arms under her, smearing the cool earth onto her in the process. He pressed her scorching body into his cool physique and held his cheek stiffly against hers, clutching the hair at the back of her head within a death grip.
She held to his neck and the small of his back. Her lips brushed lightly up against his shoulder as she happily watched his bottom lower and lift rapidly in and out of her pussy as he pounded her derriere into the dirt.
Seeing his hips slowly rotate on top of her made sweet nectar flow from her warm sheath like water as her muscles pulsated unrelentingly around his cock.
They went from the missionary position to the butterfly. He pushed her legs into her chest, allowing him to dive deeper into her cunt. He arched his back and dug his fingers deep into the dirt, anchoring himself to deliver desperate, greedy pumps into her. His dick plunged fluidly into her pussy as his balls clapped hurriedly against her slit, making her even wetter.
God she is so beautiful, sexy, he whispered within.
He swung her leg passed his chest. They were now in the sideways, binding position. He fondled her breasts, tightly gripped her slender neck as he nibbled on her lips and zealously licked her tongue. He smashed into her so profusely that her breasts jiggled all over her chest, and her voice vibrated when she moaned.
He yanked her up on her knees, doggy style. He impelled her with a desperate urgency before spreading her buttocks apart and holding them in place with his fingers pressed firmly into her soft ass, pounding her hard. The move elicited loud grunts, whimpers, and screams from both Bonnie and Damon.
"Ahhhh, yes; yes," he moaned in a deep, guttural voice. He moaned as if he were drinking a tall glass of lemonade on a hot summer's day.
She dug her fingernails deep into the earth. She was elated with his painful and wonderful penetration. The sweet sound of his pelvis clapping happily against her bottom filtered loudly throughout the air, and she loved the sound of him fucking her.
"Fuck me. Fuck me!" She chanted. She never thought such vulgar and dirty little words could escape her lips during sex, yet here she was.
"Do you love the way I feel?" she asked, panting.
"I love your pussy. I love it so much," he declared, winded, as he examined himself quickly enter and exit her.
She could hear him tell her all day at how good she felt around him—it made her even wetter.
"I want to ride you," she said breathlessly.
He ripped himself out of her and lay on the ground. Bonnie straddled him. She placed her juicy pussy over his rigid shaft and slowly worked herself down onto him. He eyed her all the while with a rigorous gaze.
She closed her eyes and bounced robustly on top of him, massaging her clit vigorously up against his raven bush, which induced the most pleasant of feelings in her warm, gushy center.
"Look at me," he said hoarsely.
She turned her loving gaze down on him and slowed her movements to a rotation, creating a brilliant friction between them. They stared at each other for a spell. She ran her dirt covered hands over his chest and then placed a series of sweet, wet kisses to his brawny pecks. He ran his fingers through her hair, her dark brown tresses lightly brushed against his hard chest as she paid homage to his body with her sensual kisses.
He cupped her face and tenderly kissed her lips as he rolled her back over into the missionary position.
They both watched intently as her pussy laced his dick with its creamy goodness. He slowly pulled and pushed himself in and out of her; his buttocks pinched tightly together as he held himself inside her. He wiggled his rigid manliness in her loving cunt before pulling out again.
There was nothing greater in the world to Damon Salvatore then bathing in Bonnie's pussy, but he was ready to cement the deal with her and what better way to do that than by filling her with his cum. He accelerated his movements, pumping her deeper, trying to rush that wonderful feeling along.
Her orgasm boiled and knotted mercilessly inside her, painfully, and wonderfully as well. He froze on top of her as his cum violently ejected inside of her tight, wet, cunt.
"Ah fuck, Bonnie," he grunted her name as his release flowed into her.
Her body followed suit with an eruption of its own.
"Yes! Ah shit! No! Yes!" she panted hysterically as she closed her eyes and licked her lips for moisture. She had experienced her first orgasm and with Damon Salvatore no less.
He collapsed on top of her as he filled her pussy with his cum. She palmed and squeezed his buttocks firmly as she cradled her pelvis snugly against his. She let out a joyful winded chortle as she trembled beneath him.
She keyed into his warm semen pouring into her.
She couldn't believe that Damon came inside of her. She thought he only saved this part of himself for Elena, but he shared himself with her, and knowing this, made their moment even more extraordinary.
She rubbed her cheek to his and continued to soak up the wonderful, tender, and intimate moment between them in pure euphoria.
He inhaled the fragrance of her hair as he ran his fingers through the dirt. He turned his gaze to the rock facing, making sure this moment was really happening.
Her pussy continued to flow and contract around his hard cock. The feeling of her brought him happily back to reality.
For the first time, ever, Bonnie gave into a pleasure-seeking moment. She thought about herself. She did what she wanted, and she didn't regret her actions. She didn't regret giving herself to a man who was now her best friend.
She certainly didn't regret giving herself to a man that had given her a second chance at life, a man that stood at the edge of the world with her, rode a dark portal into nowhere, and had sought her out frantically when they were ripped apart after arriving into the unknown.
He looked down on the face of the woman that he believed to be right for him in every way. Even during sex, they were completely in sync.
He nudged her nose with his before kissing her lips ever so sweetly. He pushed his lips into hers and her lips pushed back. The only kiss sweeter than this one was that of a child's lips tenderly kissing its mother's.
"I got to have you," she whispered hypnotically against his lips.
Damon held her face snugly as he ran sweet kisses over her cheek and then down her neck affectionately and repeatedly. "…and I got to have you," he said amorously.
"Bon Bon let me cum inside of her little kitty cat," he murmured playfully and deeply, his lips lightly sweeping against her neck, tickling her sensitive spot.
"Nooo, don't say that." She giggled innocently, embarrassed by his dirty talk.
They lay in each other's grasp, her soft feet massaging his leg as she caressed his back and the hair at the nap of his head.
Damon stopped his loving ministrations to look down at Bonnie, once more. Everything changes, he thought with a smile. There was no way after feeling Bonnie around him that he would be able to label her as merely a best friend.
Bonnie felt metaphorically naked under Damon's licentious gaze. She undoubtedly wanted him, but she wasn't ready to commit. Mystic Falls was a heartbeat away. The gang was trying to bring them back.
She clung tight to Damon's and Elena's relationship. They were selfish for each other. Theirs was a destructive kind of love, one in which she didn't want to be the third wheel. Her mind came back to reality when she felt Damon moving inside of her.
He grabbed her hands, interlocked their fingers, and pinned Bonnie to the ground as he rotated inside of her.
"Yes," she softly moaned as his pelvis clapped with eagerness against hers.
They began panting and moaning into each other's mouths, fucking again.
Bonnie freed her hands, wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, and dawdled her fingers briskly through his soft raven hair. Practicing magic would have to wait for another day.
( ~ )
It was well pass midnight, and Bonnie found herself in the cowgirl position with Damon for the sixth time that day. He gripped her firmly by her slender waist, lifting, and lowering her quickly on top of him. He looked at her ravenously, his lips all twisted up, and his hair all over his head.
The light of the moons streamed brightly through their window, right down on them.
She couldn't help but devour the beauty of his angelic, pale face.
"Uh, uh," Damon lamented barely above a whisper. He couldn't stop the sounds that involuntarily escaped his lips. Her pussy, caused all kinds of whimpers, grunts, and pants from his vocal chords.
"Here I come." he grabbed her by the ass, spreading her cheeks, and his legs wide apart as he energetically worked his release to its epicenter.
"Ahhh, it's me," he groaned with delight as he swiveled and grind slowly into her, riding out his ejaculation. He zealously massaged and palmed her perky ass while he filled her cunt with his semen, yet again. After riding out his ejaculation, he took her face, and gently squeezed her cheeks together.
"I'm falling in love with you, Bonnie," he declared dreamily, gazing deep into her eyes before bringing her lips down to his. He gave her the sweetest kiss, and then pulled slowly away, taking a little moisture away from her lips as he went.
The kiss sent chills up and down Bonnie's spine. She looked at him and suddenly her body didn't seem like hers anymore.
She had made love all morning, afternoon, evening, and night to the man her best friend was threatening to take her life over, and that same man had now professed his love to her. A part of her was on cloud nine and the other part of her felt nauseous. She ripped herself off Damon, laid down, and gently rubbed her stomach.
"Bonnie, are you okay?" Damon rubbed her shoulder and kissed her cheek with his cool lips.
"I feel nauseous, but I'll be okay." She snuggled her head into the pillow and tightly closed her eyes. She felt Damon leave the bed and then come back; A moist and cool towel now lay on her belly, and she welcomed the cool compress.
"I'll take care of you. Nothing and no one can come between us," he spoke into her ear.
Bonnie's eyes popped open. Everything changes, her thoughts echoed hauntingly.
( ~ )
Bonnie woke up before sunrise the next day. The plethora of emotions she felt wouldn't let her sleep. She looked over at a naked Damon. He was smiling in his sleep. Seeing him happy, elicited a smile from her.
Although she was happy to have made love to him, she still couldn't help but feel guilty for sleeping with the love of her best friend's life.
As her mind ran rampant with guilt, Bonnie was completely oblivious to what her heart and body wanted as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over his bare chest.
The three moons were still hanging in the sky, shining brightly into their home, and right down onto his, naked body.
Her eyes searched his physique from head to toe. Damon Salvatore was as beautiful as an angel. She gazed at him in a trance, her face serene. Her eyes lingered once they reached his manhood.
She swallowed. He had been inside of her. She could still feel his hardened member moving in and out of her so effortlessly.
She closed her eyes, quivering in remembrance of it all. She now knew what it was like to make love to Damon Salvatore. She had wondered about it off and on throughout the years and now she knew.
She opened her eyes, again. They were moistened by the surfeit of emotions that violently churned in her heart and soul. She thought if she had a good cry it would help purge them. She felt guilty, happy, worried, and yes, she felt love, and protective over the man laying next to her.
She caressed his cheek as she drifted into him. She kissed him on his forehead, nose, and lips and he stirred in his sleep. He shifted on the bed as she gently massaged his chest, her warm touch sent him, drifting back into a slumber.
She could lie in Damon's embrace all day and night, but alas, the guilt she felt over sleeping with him drove her away. The guilt she felt caused her to shut down and ignore her own feelings and contentment.
She pushed all her emotions to the dark corners of her mind. She hopped out of bed, took a shower, and rushed out of the house. She didn't want to be there when Damon woke up. Now that she had given herself to him, and she knew what it felt like to be with him, she was sure that he could wheedle her legs open any time he wanted.
( ~ )
Damon woke up, grinning. He made love to Bonnie.
He stretched his arms over his head, spread his toes, and yawned before he looked to her side of the bed. She wasn't there. Dissatisfaction plowed his brow as he sat up on the bed.
He got into his pants. He went to the window, to the sound of loud snarling. Monkey Man was wolfing down some of the yellow fruit.
He raced out of the hut. He looked up and down the pathway, but Bonnie was nowhere to be found. If this were any ordinary day back in Mystic Falls, he wouldn't be so worried.
This place was a whole new world. There were still plenty of mysteries to unlock, things that still had not been discovered.
He sat down on the steps. He looked down at his feet as they rested on the dirt covered ground. He curled up his toes and massaged them into the dirt as he linked his fingers together between his spread legs.
Waiting on Bonnie seemed like the logical thing to do. She had him so wide open now. He was anxious to see her and wrap his arms around her. She could tell him to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge naked and he would. He grinned. He was officially sprung on Bonnie Bennett, and he liked being sprung.
He began to wonder what she looked like now that they had made love. He wondered how she would act now, too. His thoughts about her vagina being wrapped around his manhood provoked the biggest and goofiest grin from the dashing, always confident Damon.
He was already linked to her mentally, but now he was connected to her emotionally and physically, too. She gave him the most precious part of herself, and he wanted more, more of her loving, time, and all her heart.
He had been waiting on the steps for over an hour for Bonnie when it dawned on him that he had professed his love to her when they made love. He sighed in recollection of what he had done and immediately began to worry if his declaration had frightened.
He supposed his actions should be driven by his love for Elena, but he knew what it was like to be with Elena. He was okay with letting her go. This world had showed him what he truly wanted and needed in a woman, and Bonnie was his ideal mate.
Damon was soon taken from his thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up and smiled once seeing that it was Bonnie. The moment his eyes met hers, she looked away, and down at her feet.
He wasn't surprised that she would try to evade talking about what happened between them. He was disappointed but not surprised. If she was hell-bent on avoiding him after they kissed, surely, she'd be trying to move out of the house now that they had sex. When he saw her walking down the walkway with a basket of stuff.
Once she approached, he reached for the basket she was carrying, and she relinquished it without fuss.
Her eyes met his. She was nervous.
"Good morning," he greeted seductively. He leaned down to kiss her mouth, but his lips met her cheek instead.
Damon frowned, but he had expected this much. Whatever Bonnie was feeling, he wanted to respect those feelings. He had even decided to give her some time to adjust to the new dynamic in their relationship.
"Morning," she said distractedly; her eyes traveled over his bode and then traced back to the entrance of their home.
Once inside, she began unloading their things. Damon found himself unable to take his eyes off her. She seemed different, or maybe it was he who felt different. His body had joined with hers. Their souls had intertwined harmoniously, and their bodily fluids swirled and mingled with each other's.
He leaned up against the wardrobe, smiling like an idiot.
"…so, are we going to talk about the fact that we made love, or—are we going to pretend that it never happened?" Curiosity had finally gotten the better of him.
"Yes, we made love. It was… it was…," she spluttered for words, not affording him her focus.
"What happened between us was amazing is what it was." Damon waggled his brow arrogantly and then winked.
Bonnie turned to him, her deportment serious. "What happened between us was a mistake. Someday we will return to Mystic Falls. Elena will be there. Jeremy will be there. She's not going to give up on you."
"I'm not good for Elena, and she's not good for me; you are." He stared her down, returning her a serious gaze.
"She's my best friend, Damon, and she's the woman you chased after for two years, breaking your brother's heart in the process so you could have her. Remember? …and besides, I've already crossed girl code by sleeping with you. I won't do any more damage by becoming involved in a relationship with you, too."
"Really? Really, Bonnie? I broke guy code when I slept with my brother's ex a day later and you don't see me moping around. What's done is done. You can't deny yourself happiness because someone else's feelings might get hurt." He grimaced, his body tensing.
"You are so selfish. Stefan must be so proud to have a brother like you." She rolled her eyes. "You really hurt him, Damon, and the fact that you don't care is horrifying. Has it ever occurred to you that your brother could live for all of eternity and never fall in love again? He will be completely alone. That doesn't bother you?"
"Look, I never meant to hurt my brother." Hurt resonated in his voice.
Bonnie gave a bug-eyed glare after hearing the bold face lie escape Damon's lips.
"Okay, at first I wanted to hurt my brother. I wanted him to feel all the pain I felt when Katherine admitted to loving him more than me, but in the end, I felt bad about the fact that I spent the entire summer rolling around in bed with the love of his life and not thinking about him. Okay, you happy now!" he shouted his side of the story, guilt and distress, lining his summation.
"...but you didn't feel bad enough to let Elena go, knowing you two were all wrong for each other. You should stop being so selfish. It's not always about you. Your actions hurt people, Damon, and I won't let you guilt-trip me into hurting my friend."
Damon twisted his face up in anger. His incensed glare traveled through her with an unnerving thoroughness.
"…and what about you, Bonnie? Ms. selfless to a fault. No one cares enough about you to give up their life so that you can be happy, but NO, you just lay down and DIE! You give up everything you care about for people who find you expendable! Did it ever occur to you that you could have saved your own father if you hadn't been so gung-ho about bringing Jeremy back to life for Elena?" Damon blasted lividly, veins swelled strongly in his neck, and he turned red with indignation.
"Are you finished?" she snapped.
"I don't even know why I care if you live or die, because you sure as hell don't!" he blasted.
"I'm done with this conversation. I'm not going to argue with you, not today." She heatedly grabbed some clothes off the bed. She crossly folded them, and angrily shoved them in to drawers, and slammed them shut, giving Damon the cold shoulder.
Damon knew his comment about Bonnie's father was a low blow, but when she pointed out to him what a horrible brother he had been to Stefan, it struck a nerve. Her words cut him down to the bone. He rolled his eyes skyward before grabbing a garment off the bed.
She snatched the shirt rudely away from him. "I don't want your fucking help."
He snatched the shirt back from her. "We'll you're going to get my fucking help."
"Fuck you," she said under her breath, still folding clothes.
"Fuck you," he mumbled back, still folding clothes.
They were both angrily folding and shoving clothes in to drawers.
When Damon realized that Bonnie had bought him a pair of pants, he calmed. She went shopping, and she thought about him.
"We need another dinner table. Tupac is giving us two-hundred gold shillings as payment for the things we've done for the village. That should be enough to buy us a nice kitchen table," he enlightened, but she remained angry and continued to give him the silent treatment.
"Maybe we can buy a bigger house," he added.
Bonnie jerked her sights to him, one heavy brow slanted in strong disapproval. "You want to live in separate houses? You don't like living with me?" She asked uneasily, a wounded look in her eyes. Her questions were a complete contradiction to what she had declared earlier.
"No." Damon chuckled, wrinkling his nose at her ridiculous comment. "I said, 'We," he articulated.
His laughter was refreshing and so beautiful Bonnie.
"We need a bigger house." He innocently frowned. "Shit, I'm use to living in a mansion." He winked at her. She giggled.
He gifted her with an affectionate grin as he ghosted the back of his fingers over her cheek.
She looked at him with a luminous glow of happiness. He dropped the pants to the floor. He took her by the face and floated into her. His head went right, hers went left.
His lips made contact. They were soon enthralled in a passionate kiss.
He pulled at the laces on her shirt. She grabbed his wrists and then pulled away from the kiss.
"We can't, Damon," she whispered against his mouth.
"I want you so much," he implored back, against her lips.
"Come on, let's go wash our clothes." She rudely interrupted as she yanked herself away from his loving grasp. Damon blinked owlishly, his lips still puckered, and his head still leaning in for a kiss only to find that Bonnie was nowhere in his vicinity.
"Wow, that was brutal," he said bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Damon. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, but if we don't end whatever this is, we're doing, it won't be just us who'll end up hurt. You understand?"
"Ten-four, Miss Bennett," Damon gave a fake grin. They shared a serious regard. Damon rocked agitatedly on his feet. He wound a forceful arm around her waist, taking her hastily up in his clutch, practically lifting her off the floor, and then planted a hard, wet kiss on her lips.
Bonnie slapped him across the face in response to his stolen kiss. Damon slowly turned an intimidating glare back from the ninety-degree angle his face landed in after she slapped him with a reprimanding blow. She bucked up to his intimidating glower.
He sneered at her a minute more, lividly clenching his jaw as her hand print slowly etched itself across his cheek. He gave her a hard eye roll, grabbed his things, and then angrily stalked out of the house.
"Great!" she yelled frustratingly to the heavens.
( ~ )
A week later, Stefan and the gang were back in Mystic Falls. Stefan told Lucy that she and her friends could stay at the boarding house if they were in town.
They pulled up to the house. Everyone climbed out of the car and unloaded their things whilst Stefan sat behind the steering wheel, grimacing at the sight of his and Damon's old home.
A wave of memories flooded him. Even without his humanity, bouts of his true self peeped through.
"Are you coming? We can't get in without you!" Enzo yelled from the top step.
Stefan climbed out of the car. He grabbed Lucy's bags and carried them to the front door.
"Wow, I didn't peg you for a gentleman. Dumb ass, yes, but gentleman, no," Stefan said to Enzo, who was carrying Melissa's and Cassie's bags.
"I try," Enzo grinned.
"Yeah, you try in the hopes of getting laid." Stefan snickered at his own crude joke.
Stefan unlocked the door to his former home and pushed it open. The door slowly swung back. Once meeting its destination, it gently bounced against the doorstop. Stefan looked skeptically down the foyer.
"Are we going inside?" Lucy asked after they waited for several awkward, silent moments at the entrance with Stefan.
He finally stepped over the threshold, twirled his keys around his finger, and then grinned.
"Home, sweet home," he whispered.
"Wow, this place is nice," Cassie beamed.
"Yes, yes, it is," Lucy stated before rushing up the stairs as fast as her feet would carry her.
"Where are you going?" Melissa shouted.
"She's trying to claim the bigger room!" Cassie squealed and then took off behind Lucy. Melissa quickly followed.
"I thought they'd never leave," Enzo said coolly.
He pulled out his flask of liquor and took a swallow. He handed the canister to Stefan who gladly took a swig as well.
"Remind me to stock the house with the good stuff before I leave," said Stefan.
"You got it, so, what's the deal with you and Lucy? Is she as good in bed as I imagine?"
"I don't kiss and tell, clone."
Enzo snorted.
"Stefan," a voice called softly.
Stefan and Enzo turned their gaze to the person standing in the foyer –it was Caroline.
"Well, hello, beautiful," Enzo flirted as Caroline came strolling in to the living room.
"...and you finally sniffed me out," Stefan said condescendingly.
"I missed you," she said gloomily.
"Why don't I give you two some privacy." Enzo hurried upstairs.
"How sweet. You missed me," Stefan replied uncaringly and then plopped down on the couch.
"Have you heard anything from Damon and Bonnie? Was the spell successful?"
"No," he answered nonchalantly.
"Don't give up. I'm sure Damon and Bonnie are alive and okay," she encouraged.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Are you going to call Elena?" she asked.
"Why, so she can drive me up the fucking wall with her, 'We have to find Damon,' crap?" Stefan femininely mimicked and rolled his eyes.
"She is a bit of a pill these days." Caroline moseyed over to him. She sat down on the coffee table, across from Stefan, and gave him a stoic scrutinize.
There was a cold and distant look in his eyes that worried her. She hated what Damon's death had done to him. She wanted her friend back. There was now a void in her heart where her friendship with Stefan use to be.
Before the entire ugly mess had gone down, Caroline could feel them getting closer. They were evolving into more than just friends. She'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't falling in love with him.
"Stefan-," Caroline was cut off.
"Stefan, we're all settled in," Lucy chimed.
"Good," Stefan jumped up from the couch and went to Lucy.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a grateful peck on the lips. Stefan grabbed the back of Lucy's head, giving her a carnal, and deep throated tongue kiss.
"Um, um." Caroline cleared her throat, annoyed.
"Oh, where are my manners. Lucy Bennett, meet my favorite bloodsucker, Caroline Forbes."
"Lucy Bennett? Any relation to Bonnie?"
"Yes, she's my cousin."
"Yeah, she's her twentieth cousin on her father's, mother's, aunt's, uncle's side of the family."
"Shut up," Lucy scolded, annoyed.
"Are… are you two together?"
"NO!" Lucy gasp with attitude.
"Hell no!" Stefan spat. "We're just fucking," he divulged casually. Lucy whacked him hard across his arm, mortified.
"Ugh," Caroline grunted loudly. "Just when I think you can't disappoint me any more than you already have, you do." She rolled her eyes at Stefan and then marched out of the house, fuming.
"You better go after her." Lucy shook her head with displeasure once noticing Stefan didn't care that he had hurt Caroline's feelings.
"Why? I say good riddance," Stefan said coldly, pouring himself a bourbon.
"Either you go talk to that girl or I'll give your ass an aneurysm. Caroline, or aneurysm?" Lucy bounced her hands up and down.
"Just what I, fucking need, another nagging, and pushy ass woman in my life," Stefan said, gritting his teeth. He slammed his glass of liquor down on the bar and then went indignantly after Caroline.
"Caroline!" he bellowed loudly from the top steps in a sinister and detached voice.
"I don't want to talk to you, Stefan!" she huffed, pouting as she whirled back around to face him.
"Okay," Stefan spun around coolly, heading back inside the house.
"I can't believe you're fucking her! You don't give a damn about me!" she screamed, emotions boiled over and begin to pour from her eyes.
"Excuse me?" Stefan gave an incredulous chuckle. "You're jealous because of what?" He dropped off. "There is nothing going on between us. I don't know what kind of fantasies you've built up in your head blondie, but you've got it all wrong Barbie."
"Screw you! If you want to be some witch's man candy, be my guest!"
Stefan chuckled.
"Have you always been such a selfish, whiney bitch? I never noticed it before because my head was stuck up Elena's ass."
"Ugh, fuck you!"
"I don't understand why you are so angry with me. I told you what I wanted. I've been up front with you. It's not like I owe you an explanation. You're not my woman," he explained emotionlessly, placing his hands coolly on his hips.
"I know what you told me, but this isn't you. I want the old Stefan back."
"Well, we can't always get what we want."
"You make me so angry, Stefan."
"…and you are really hot when you're angry," he flirted devilishly.
Caroline ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on his lips. Stefan remained rooted and immobilized to one spot, his hands still on his hips, eyes still open, and he never reciprocated her affection.
He wasn't there emotionally. She ended the kiss and then rested her forehead on his. Their first real kiss wasn't supposed to be jaded, it was supposed to be passionate, powerful, and emotional, but she felt nothing, and he did nothing.
"Why won't you let me in?" Caroline whispered against his lips.
"I don't love you, and I never will," he said unfeelingly.
"You are such an ass." She gave a miserable laugh.
"I do have a great ass, don't I?" Stefan teased.
"That's not what I meant, Salvatore."
"I know what you meant. Where is Tyler?" Stefan changed the conversation, trying to get the attention off him.
"Like you give a shit," she sassed.
"Oh, I don't. I just think you should be over there, nagging him."
"Things will never be the same with us since that thing with Klaus. You know that!" she broadcasted irritably.
"That thing with Klaus?" He laughed madly at her outrageous explanation. "Jesus, Caroline, you fucked his mother's murderer."
"You're supposed to be on my side! You're my friend!"
"Whatever." He gave an eye roll.
"Are you the same guy that punched him because he roared up at me?" Caroline roughly folded her arms over her chest.
"I am that same guy, unfortunately, but now that I think about it, Tyler had every right not to want you around him, and I was wrong for intervening," he explained nonchalantly.
"Ugh, now you've gone and ruined my day. Now I feel guilty."
"Don't let this ruin your day. Just admit you were a dirty little slut and move on," Stefan jested coolly.
"Ugh, I hate you." She frowned, and then laughed.
"You wish you could hate me." He smiled and then prowled over to her with a lustful look in his eyes. Caroline felt nervous under his impious and sadistic gaze, but she couldn't break free. She melted into his touch like a gullible idiot.
"Why don't you come by the house tomorrow night? We'll drink, maybe screw. Who knows where the night will take us."
Caroline gave a suspicious and worried look, but still folded like putty in his hands. "Do you want me to invite Elena and Jeremy, too?"
"I almost ripped your heart out. Please don't mention psycho's name again, and please don't invite that sniveling little weasel to my home. He will only tell the socio." He smirked. Caroline giggled.
"I can't believe I'm giving into you, and you're literally treating me like shit," she sniffled.
"If I didn't treat you like shit, you wouldn't have a reason to love me, now would you?" he said callously, stroking her rosy cheek, making Caroline cry even harder.
"Aww, don't cry. Maybe you'll be the one to change me –bring back my humanity," he assured, with his silver tongue disingenuously.
She looked at him all starry-eyed. She closed her eyes and leaned into him for another go at a kiss. He pulled away, evading her mouth. "Save all of this for tomorrow," he said, pressing his finger against her lips.
"Okay. Well, I better go, but I'll see you later." She gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek before hopping into her car and driving off.
Stefan watched the car until it disappeared from his sight. He smiled and touched the cheek that Caroline had kissed. "She's fucking annoying, but cute."
( ~ )
Matt, Jeremy, and Tyler enjoyed a game of pool at The Grill. Jeremy watched his friends as they played against each other. Bonnie soon came across his mind. He remembered when they played pool together. Bonnie was so beautiful to him. He was in complete shock when she finally noticed him, too.
His reflection traced back to the time he cheated on her with Anna.
He could kick his own ass for cheating on her with a ghost. He was glad that they worked passed that most unfortunate time in their lives (so he believed). Bonnie's dying and coming back to life overshadowed what he had done to her, and neither one of them cared to address the issue further.
As the good and bad times with Bonnie ran through Jeremy's mind, he thought about the night she called him, telling him that she couldn't be saved and that she was dying. She had been with him for most of the fall, and she never mentioned to him that she was dying along with the Other Side.
He began to feel angry with Bonnie. She never included him in on big issues in her life. She always left him in the dark like he was some little boy who needed protecting. In this very moment, he could no longer ignore the trust and communication issues that he and Bonnie had in their relationship. If Bonnie did come back today, he wasn't so sure that he could pick up where they left off.
That night when she called him wasn't the first time, she had pulled a stunt like that. She did the same thing once before, when she and Damon came up with a plan to fake her own death to save her from Klaus. Bonnie left him in the dark, but she was okay with working with her arch enemy.
It soon dawned on him that whenever there was a plan that involved her getting hurt or possibly dying, Damon was always at the center of said plan.
He commenced to wonder how Bonnie could trust and feel so comfortable, telling a man that she hated so much about her plans and not him, the man she loved.
"Hey, Gilbert. What's up?" Tyler asked, as he leaned against the pool table.
"Why didn't Bonnie trust me?"
"She did trust you," Matt answered.
"No, she didn't."
"What are you fussing about man? She's gone. How can you be angry with her? She was only trying to protect you, unlike your sister," Tyler quarreled.
"I know what a bitch my sister is, okay? I'm talking about Bonnie. I could have saved her. She led me to believe that she was okay, that everything was great. She lied to me."
"Jer, don't you think you're taking this a little too seriously? Bonnie loved you man. When you love someone, you protect them."
"Whatever. I don't know why I thought you two would understand." Jeremy placed his soda on the bar and left The Grill.
"Come on, Jer," Matt called.
"Let him go. He needs some time to cool off," Tyler added.
( ~ )
The Nyanja race consisted of large and highly evolved individuals of every race. They were always the only race of people that used all their brain capacity. Whatever the Bari had—Tupac's race—the Nyanja bodies had twice as much.
Shing, the leader of Emerald City, sat on his throne rubbing his thumb and finger together, thinking. He had a most horrible dream of a lesser creature defeating him. How could a woman, so tiny, defeat him, an eight in a half foot tall, large, and very muscular wizard?
He stared at his marble flooring with a piercing angry gaze as he waited on his seer to confirm if his vision was a mere figment of his imagination, which it had to be. No one could defeat him. He was a God among men.
"You wanted to see me?" Luna, a six-foot tall woman entered the room. She was dressed in a fine silk dress that swept the floor when she walked.
Luna was a khaki-skinned woman with long black silky hair. She was the brains behind Shing's leadership.
She stood in front of her leader, her hands crossed in front of her, smiling.
"I need a reading," Shing bellowed in his deep, monstrous voice.
"You want me to confirm if your vision is true?"
"You know that's what I want; otherwise, I would have never called you here," he said frustratingly.
"The outlander will be the end of you."
"No," he twitched uneasily in his chair.
"Yes," she echoed sternly.
"No one can defeat me. You said so yourself," he argued.
"That was before she arrived."
"You said no one was stronger than me. How is this possible?"
Luna could hear a hint of fear in her leader's voice.
"The outlander was born with her power. You practice magic. Your brain makes it possible for you to perform certain tasks, but her power is in her blood—it's in her lineage."
"NO!" Shing shouted. He jumped up off his throne in a fit of rage. He hit the granite wall, splintering the barrier. He marched over to one of the seer's guards, grabbed him by the face and crushed his skull, brain matter flying everywhere. Luna gave a sinister uncaring chortle at witnessing the death of her own guard.
"You lied to me!" He screamed, his spittle spraying on her face.
Luna smiled evilly. "Calm down, Shing. You can destroy her now while she's still trying to gain control of her power," she answered, calmly, her voice both sinister and seductive.
"You better not be lying to me, so help you," he said coldly.
"Aren't I always right." She sneered as she rubbed her fingers over his chest. He looked down at her hand on his muscular torso. The move instantly soothed him.
"I'm not in the mood. Just tell me how to find her," Shing murmured and then walked away.
( ~ )
The day was beautiful in Gardenia, but Tupac remained cooped up in his newly acquired dark office. There were many things that needed to be done for the city and he had to come up with a plan to get everything the townspeople needed and to a lesser extent the things that the people wanted.
Tupac did discover that Chogan had been hiding under his home within the city the entire time. He had been surviving off the blood of rodents and insects.
Chogan renounced himself as leader, which made Tupac and Zinnia the new rulers of Gardenia. The former leader moved to another city. He couldn't face the embarrassment he felt of having been so weak when his people needed him the most.
Besides making sure the city was protected and had plenty of food, Tupac also had new dilemmas. One of which was to put the newly turned vampires back into population. What Gardenia was in bad need of were soldiers, and the new leader couldn't go another week without his.
The last thing he wanted to do was pull Damon and Bonnie into another dangerous mission, but alas, he would have to call upon them, again. Their new mission could be their most dangerous to come. They would have to invade Emerald City's mines and steal enough precious gems for daylight rings for all his men.
Due to the new problems and obstacles facing the city, Zinnia and Tupac decided against having another child. They were too concerned about the children they already had. The last thing they wanted to do was bring another life into the world, considering all the mayhem going on around them currently.
After mapping out all their problems and the possible solutions to those plights, he decided to share them with his people in true Gardenia fashion, a grand celebration with lots of food, drink, and magical herbs.
( ~ )
A week later, Bonnie and Damon were still on the outs and avoiding each other.
Bonnie thought about Damon on and off while she helped Zinnia prepare sweetbreads for dinner. Even though she gawked at him, imprinting the image of him in her brain every morning before she left the house, she still missed him immensely. She blasted herself mentally for letting things get so bad between them, but no more, she wasn't going to let the fact that they had slept together keep her from her friend.
Bonnie took off her apron, excused herself, and then made a mad dash back home.
Damon sulked the entire week after he and Bonnie made love. She was keeping her distance from him and it made him miserable. A part of him wished that they had never made love. He'd rather have her companionship and closeness then nothing at all. He laughed at himself as he walked down the pathway leading to their home.
When he and Elena broke up, he most certainly did not want to be her friend, and it wasn't until now that he realized why. He didn't respect Elena; she was too much like him, and she was too clingy.
Damon walked into their home and widened his eyes in amazement. Bonnie was there.
"Uh, hey," he greeted unsurely, not sure if she would speak back as she hadn't spoken to him all week.
"Hey, yourself," Bonnie welcomed shyly.
"Where you off to?" Damon asked, taking advantage of her polite disposition as he was desperate for her attention and affection.
"It's laundry day," she replied.
"Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you later," he said and then gave a sad smile.
"Actually, I was hoping we could do our laundry together. I miss hanging out with you." Bonnie cut her eyes nervously up at him.
"I would love to go with you." He gifted her with a spectacular and affection grin. "Let me get my things."
No soon as he agreed to tag along with her, she ran up to him, leaped into his arms, and gave him the warmest bearhug. Damon cupped her buttocks innocently, keeping her hiked up in his embrace.
"I missed you," she cried, a huge dazzling smile on her face.
"…and I missed you too baby." He gave a glowing grin.
Bonnie was so happy that she had made up with Damon that she completely ignored the romantic and affectionate name he called her—baby.