A/N: No copyright infringement intended. I do not own the characters. These characters are written in my own likeness, OOC. This is an AU. Sorry this chapter is so long.
In addition, I have decided to keep Stefan dark and a bit of an asshole, until he gets to his new place in the story (I mean he is that guy, yo).
Is it more than 3 people reading this story? This story is getting so little attention. I should have never taking it down in the first place, so few people were reviewing, and then Bamon never happened. I thought people wouldn't want to read BD FF anymore, so rather than leave an incomplete story up, I took it down. I put the story back up because some expressed that they missed reading Oblivion and some of my other stories. I won't take the story down again. I will complete it, and if the followers and reviews stay where they are, so be it... LOL! Anyway, enjoy.
Oblivion Chapter 11: Gravid
Bonnie and Damon strolled down to the creek, to wash their laundry together like most emblematic couples, and like most emblematic couples, they officially found love, fucked, fought, and then made up all within a course a few days.
Weirdly, their outing to do one of their weekly chores, morphed into a romantic date as they made many stops along the way, taking in the beautiful scenery that they had seen many times before.
The majestic forest, with its sumptuous trees of purple, pink, and yellow buds help set the romantic mood as Damon washed Bonnie's feet by the creek, cleaning away all the mulch gathered on them when they frolicked around like two juveniles, monkeying about.
Bonnie blushed and glowed girlishly at her dashing Damon as he made every effort to impress and make her laugh and tout over him with foolish affection.
During their eat al fresco, the sunrays streamed through the leaves, creating the right conditions to see the tiny little sprouts dance and shimmer around their heads. The flourishes were the perfect backdrop to their little picnic by the bluff.
They marveled over the endless army of parachuting sprouts that looked like they were ejected from an airplane to spread harmony. The buds, ensnared by the wind, and whisked off to the fertile valley, mountain slopes, and Bonnie's hands. She twinkled in awe of such a simple thing, and Damon found her to be the most adorable creature he had ever seen.
"Omigod, they're floating in my hands!" she squealed elatedly.
"I think that's your magic baby," he replied melodically, wearing a devoted grin.
They flattered over the landscape until realizing time was slipping away as the sun was now starting to leave its footprints across the sky. They started getting serious about doing their laundry, but the moment Damon looked at Bonnie—he was distracted, yet again.
It was now impossible for him to keep his senses in check when around her. Even a week later, he could still vividly feel himself deep inside her warm sheath and her warm body tenderly welcoming him. His loins twitched in recollection of their love making.
He gave an uncontrolled and pleasant exhale in remembrance as he determinedly washed clothes. His breathless sigh caught Bonnie's attention. She turned around and watched him carefully. She gleamed at how handsome he was, with his wrinkled brow, and serious facial expression as he aggressively washed his pants.
"You're giving those pants hell." She giggled.
"Yeah." He puffed and continued to clean his bottoms. "They're dirty," he said impassively, focusing on what he was doing.
Seeing how serious Damon was, Bonnie decided to try and put a smile on his face. She scooped up a little mud and tossed it onto his clean garment.
"What the hell?" he mumbled and then frowned over at her.
"Oops." She snickered.
"You want to play, huh." He waggled his brow and then smeared mud onto her clean tops.
"You bastard," she gasped, shocked.
They started slinging mud and chasing after each other, yet again on this most loveliest of days. They ran around like little young'uns. Bonnie shrieked and expressed pure amusement, and Damon laughed heartily at her reaction. He was truly happy in the moment. He never thought that he could be this blissful with any other woman but Elena.
Their playful moment couldn't last for too long as Damon Salvatore never missed a beat at trying to make things between him and Bonnie more romantic. It was so easy for this side of him to manifest when with her.
After playfully, twirling her around in his arms, he cuddled her amorously in his embrace, and begin devouring her beautiful face and curvy body lasciviously. He pecked her lips. Bonnie didn't have the strength or the resolve to stop him. She was Play doe in his hands, giving in to his every whim.
"You're so beautiful. I love seeing you happy," he whispered against her lips.
"Damon," she warned hesitantly.
"Shh, don't say it." He pressed a finger against her lips. "We can only be friends. I know." He tensed up, and his jaw clenched with agitation.
She pulled abruptly from him and went to her bag. She dug around inside and then pulled out the silvery box from home.
"I brought the box that Lucy sent us. Do you want me to let them know we're alive and okay? It's been a week. I know they must be worried sick about us," she inquired.
"Sure." Damon muttered, irritated, and then turned his agitated gaze to his surroundings.
A haunting thought entered his mind as Bonnie prepared her things. If Stefan and Elena got word of him being alive, they'd do whatever it took to get them back, or worse they could show up. They would be major obstacles to him winning Bonnie over.
After Bonnie gathered her things, she sat on the ground, and crossed her legs. She inscribed a note on the paper using her powers. She placed the message in the box and sealed it inside. "I'm ready," she said, turning her sights to him.
He stood behind her, still as a statue with thoughts of Elena coming for him. He pumped his fist and ground his jaw more profusely with worry.
With hesitation, he came and sat cross-legged in front of Bonnie.
She closed her eyes and began to chant. He watched her carefully.
A light began to swirl around the box and grew. As the portal began to open under the container, another magical moment decided to reveal itself, too.
Damon's eyes protruded in horror. Another person was lurking about nearby; he could hear the faint thumping of their heart. Who was watching them? He looked around erratically, not seeing anyone, but someone was there. He finally keyed in on where the heartbeat was coming from –it was coming from inside Bonnie.
His skin paled even more so than normal as horror completely covered him.
"Bonnie," he called with great importance, jerking on her arm.
She terminated the spell and observed a frantic-looking Damon.
"What? What is it?" she asked, fright in her eyes, her body faintly quivered with an unnerving feeling.
"If we send the message, Elena and Stefan will come. If they show up, they'll only be in harm's way. Do we really want them coming here while Gardenia is in a middle of a war with a neighboring city?" he explained with a steadfast seriousness, his eyes a beacon of dread and discomfort.
He felt extremely guilty for manipulating Bonnie, but he didn't know what else to do. Well, he did, but that meant he'd have to tell the truth, and once he did that, he was sure that Bonnie would high tail it back home.
"Oh, God, you're right." She pressed a comforting hand to her chest.
Now that the forest was eerily quiet, Damon listened for the faint heartbeat, again. He was sure that what he had heard was a lie. She couldn't be pregnant –that was impossible. He couldn't procreate.
He brushed his hand nervously over his mouth as he restlessly listened to Bonnie's and the baby's heartbeat. He closed his eyes as recognition of her being pregnant with his child settled into his cognizance.
Fucking verdant! Fucking Tupac! He scolded himself internally.
"Damon, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," she inquired worriedly.
"Nothing. I feel dirty. Do you feel dirty? I am all sweaty. Are you all sweaty? Do you want to go home? Maybe we should go home. Are you hungry? I think I need to feed," he rattled on unnervingly
She gave a little chuckle. "No, I'm not hungry. Let's go for a swim, it'll cool us down," she suggested gleefully. She stripped down to her undergarments. Damon frowned up at her bralette. He was hoping to see her tits. His eyes darted from her breast to her belly.
His eyes watered as he stared dreamy-eyed at her stomach. Bonnie ran and jumped into the creek. His eyes were still fixated on her.
"Come on!" she shouted happily.
Everything in his vision was now like a fog hanging over him. The noises of the land and her laughter sounded like they were reverberating from far off in the distance. He was completely transfixed on the new problem that had presently presented itself. His body involuntarily and faintly wobbled forward. He jerked himself back to an upright position. Queasiness filled his belly. He grabbed his forehead and lowered his lashes to calm the blurriness in his eyes. He slowly stood up. He removed his clothes robotically.
He dragged his heavy body to the water. He zombie walked to the deep end of the creek. His body floated to the bottom of the brook as if he were an anvil. He propelled his body to the surface once Bonnie's voice became more lively to his senses and not some ghost in a figment of his imagination.
He was glad that his back was to her. He didn't want her to see how worried he was. Damon had not felt so confused, worried, and this afraid since the first day they arrived on new Earth, when he could not find Bonnie.
He ran a hand through his wet hair, smoothing it over his head. He was faced with a tough decision. If he told Bonnie about the baby, she would want to run back to Mystic Falls and take care of the situation (He believed). He didn't want that, but if he didn't tell her, she would find out too late, and the choice would no longer be hers.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked, swimming over to him. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pressed a loving hand against his cheek, and nuzzled his nose affectionately with hers as she turned his worried gaze upon her. He breathed. She was a ray of strength and beauty before him, and oh, how he needed her, but unfortunately, she was part of the problem.
"Nothing. Everything is fine. Don't worry," he answered calmly. He made his choice. He chose his unborn child.
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The following day, Stefan did indeed throw a party, and Lucy was not digging the things going down at this shindig. She remained secluded in her room, reading a book, and sipping on a glass of red wine. She had thought about leaving the party several times, but after seeing Enzo, feeding on an innocent human being, she knew she had to stick around, as trouble was afoot.
Tyler, Matt, and Caroline were at the boarding house before the other guest had arrived. Caroline was on Stefan's heels like a tick to a dog. He did manage to escape his figure-hugging counterpart long enough to engage with another female in the wine cellar. His sexual appetite was as insatiable as his lust for blood. He had fucked Lucy that morning in the back seat of his car, and he still wanted more.
"Come on. Are you going to suck my dick or what," he honeyed, running carnal kisses down her neck.
"Okay, but don't tell anyone," the girl replied. She gave him a gleeful grin. She was happy to be with him. She got down on her knees, undid his pants, and pulled out his engorged cock as she looked him deep in the eyes, licking her lips. She softly and slowly stroked his member before inserting it into her mouth. He hummed with pleasure at hearing her gagging and slobbering on his dick.
"Damn, baby. You're good at this," he crooned, pressing a hand to the back of her head to push himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged and tried pushing away for air, but he walled her head, preventing her from breaking free. He simply laughed, not caring. He released her, and she smiled, panting heavily, trying to catch the breath that he had snuffed out temporarily with his huge cock.
"Here I come baby."
"I want it on my face," she said.
He snickered. He pulled out his dick, took his penis in hand, and milked his cum out of him and onto her face. She grinned, licked out her tongue to catch his goo, and closed her eyes as his milky nectar splattered across her pale, face.
"That's the way I like it baby. Now clean the cum off with your fingers," he demanded with an ominous glare. She wiped his juices off her face and licked her fingers clean. "How do I taste?" He gave a smoldering grin.
"Mm, you taste good baby," she purred, stroking his thighs.
Stefan stepped out of her closeness to pull up his pants. He took her by the hand, helping her to stand, and then compelled her not to be afraid. He pressed a finger to her temple, leaning her head over, and then violently bit into her. He syphoned her blood greedily, it was him remembering Lucy being upstairs that kept him from draining her dry.
He freed her. He looked sinisterly into her eyes and dilated his pupils. Her pupils widened in response to his silent command. "Forget this moment. Forget me," he compelled and then vanished without a trace from her presence.
Stefan dashed from the cellar across the kitchen. Caroline spotted him and decided to follow.
Tyler glared as he watched his ex, follow Stefan around like a lovesick puppy. He really could not stand being around Caroline, but he needed to be at this party. Something evil was in the wind. Bonnie was not here to save the town anymore, and Mystic Falls undeniably needed a savior.
"Hey," Caroline said timidly as she walked in on Stefan standing in front of his bed side table, plugging his cellphone in to charge.
"Omigod," he mumbled under his breath, annoyed once sighting her out the corner of his eye. "What," he replied nastily, picking up his drink. He tossed the tumbler back and start gulping down the liquor, eyes closed.
"Can we talk?" she requested.
"Nope, but we can fuck," he said offensively, his back to her as he fussed with his glass of liquor and napkin.
"Stefan don't be this way," she whined imploringly, walking over to him, eyes glassed over with melancholy.
He gave an incredulous chuckle. "Don't be what way? Myself?" His face wrinkled. He was perturbed by her remark.
"You are a gentleman Stefan. You don't go around saying the word 'Fuck' to the women you care about." She gave a cheerless giggle, circumventing the anguish she felt.
"Okay, so how should I tell you that I want to fuck you?" he cocked his lip, giving her a disturbing grin.
Caroline gave him a languorous gaze. His smooth, sandy skin drew her in, tempting her to steal a feel of him. She leaned into him and whispered, "With gentleness you can have me." In that instance their eyes locked with understanding.
Indifference shaded his expression. He scanned her face, scheming. He took her by the cheeks, romantically pushed her lips apart, and then tongue fucked her mouth with intense brushing and circling of his golden whip. He abruptly stopped, and looked her in the eye, wondering how she would respond to his first daring move. She smiled, let out an innocent giggle, and then became mad with a shameless and carnal lust.
She vampire sped him up against the wall and ripped his shirt off. He gave a cocky grin. She yanked down his pants with super speed, revealing his stiffened shaft. He jerked her around with great force, rushed her to the bed, and hiked up her dress. He ripped off her panties, tearing them to shreds before roughly bending her over. He pushed his cock inside her pink, pussy, as she stood rigidly bent over the bed. Entering her tense body caused her to whimper in agony.
He grabbed her hair within a firm grip and barbarically wrenched her head back. She grunted as he pulled roughly on her blonde tresses, feeling the sting of her irritated roots as he brutishly tugged on her mane. He began fucking her hard and demonically, causing spontaneous grunts to expel from her mouth.
"No. No," she groaned as the realization of the great mistake that she was making begin to bury itself within her consciousness.
"I… love… you," she struggled to say as he pumped into her with his paramount power, scooting his massive bed inch, by inch out of its main resting place. His moves went from powerful thrust to rapid pumps as his release raced to the frontline. She balled the sheets in her hands as tight as a vice grip, curled her toes into the cool wooden floor, and panted as if she were giving birth as he mercilessly fucked her.
He held forcefully to her waist, digging his short nails into her flesh, breaking the skin, and causing a prickle of blood to emerge. He swung his head back to the heavens as his release gushed inside of her.
"Ahh," he let out a guttural and sadistic snarl, before yanking her body upright. He jerked her head to the side to expose her neck and then stabbed her flesh with his sharp and deadly incisors.
He coiled an arm around her tummy and held her closely to his perfect physique as he feed from her. Caroline closed her eyes. Oddly, she relished in the sinister thing that he was doing to her. She lamented as if she had air in her body to breath. Her lips curled happily up into a grin. She got to have Stefan.
His fangs released her engorged artery. He gave her a hard blood laced kiss and then unraveled his ravenous grasp from around her. She fell to the bed, satisfied.
He gave a spiteful grin as he shoved his semi hard cock back into his underwear and then pulled up his pants. He straightened his clothes and then went to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, still presenting that arrogant grin as he conceitedly primped around in the mirror, tidying his fabulous, bronze locks.
Caroline gained her composure. She lethargically climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom with an ungraceful gait, her hair all over her head, and her eyes slowly blinking with feign intoxication. Her droopy eyes gave him an inspecting stare as he washed his hands and whistled at his reflection in the mirror. She investigated the mirror, dazing at the emptiness in his green pupils. The sight of him caused her eyes to water with disappointment and heartbreak.
"Do you want to Netflix and chill?" she joked sadly.
He coyly turned around, grinning. "No, I'm going to take a hard pass on that, but you are a good screw. We'll have to do this, again, sometime. Enjoy the party." He gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder and then left.
Caroline's face flamed with astonishment. It took a full minute for her senses to reel back to the present so that she could fling an insult back at him. "Fuck you! That's why Elena doesn't want your ass!"
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Stefan returned to the party. He moseyed around the room, avoiding mingling. He went and leaned against the fireplace and stared blankly down into the flames.
His attention shifted to the room when he heard a person's laughter. Their laughter reminded him of Damon's. He perused the sea of faces until his twenty-twenty vision landed on Tyler whose pupils were raking him with disdain.
He fully turned around, taking a swaggering and invasive stance, his arms coolly folded. He whistled, his peepers thinned to a gleam of deviltry. He was now the forbidding figure in the room.
Tyler was first to break their threatening grimace. His attention was captured by Melissa, Cassie, and Matt as they loudly entered the house with groceries. Tyler lit up like a candle once he laid his eyes on Melissa. She was a vision amongst an ocean of common beauty surrounding him.
He was captivated by the way she flounced down the entrance hall, her long, light brown hair fluttered to and fro as she walked, and her smile was a fire-gold glow, lifting his gaze, and hypnotizing him.
"Hey, let me help you with those," Tyler offered as he jogged up to her.
"Oh, okay, thank you, so much." Melissa smiled as she handed the bags over to him.
"I'm Tyler Lockwood, by the way."
"I'm Melissa Glaser. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake his. He held up the bags that now occupied both hands. She looked at his engaged hands. They shared a chuckle due to the innocent faux pas.
"Likewise," he answered in reply to her comment of 'Nice to meet him.' They walked to the kitchen in stride, Melissa being a pro at striking up a good conversation. Tyler looked back at the fire place to make sure Stefan was still there. Stefan's glare tracked back to Tyler's.
Tyler rushed to help them replenish the snacks. He didn't want to seem rude when he asked Melissa back out to the living room to dance so that he could keep an eye on the bloodsucker. "Hey, uh, you want to dance? I think I hear my favorite song playing."
Melissa wrinkled her face to a curious smile. "Is this really your favorite song, because I get the sense that you're lying." She giggled.
Tyler chuckled. "No, it's not my favorite song, but I would like to dance with you all the same," he said modestly.
"Now that –I believe." She grinned. He took her by the hand and lead her out to the area of the room where everyone was dancing. He and Stefan were still shooting dagger eyes at each other.
"So, you're a witch?"
"Yes, is that a problem for you?" she questioned seriously.
"No, not at all. I find witches fascinating. They're certainly more important to nature then a blood-sucking leech," Tyler said and then looked at Stefan who was eavesdropping in on his conversation with Melissa.
"Oh, yeah, vampires suck."
Stefan rolled his eyes and gave a loud irritated puff at Melissa's comment, and then went back to giving Tyler a glint of deviltry.
Melissa was dead serious about her "Vampires suck," comment, and Tyler found her delivery hilarious as he became utterly amused.
"What? They do suck." She giggled.
"When you learned that you were a witch, were you afraid, or did you immediately accept your fate?" Tyler pried.
Their movements slowed to a crawl as they became more engaged in their discussion.
"When I learned that I was a witch, I was afraid. I distanced myself from my friends. It wasn't until I met others like myself and joined my covenant that I learned to love what I was," she explained.
"My story pleases you?" She questioned politely.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet someone that I have something in common with. There's nothing worse than not being able to be upfront with your significant other," he divulged.
"I couldn't agree more," she corresponded.
"What kind of spells can you perform? Can you transport people to a certain destination? You know, like they do in movies." Tyler asked seriously once discovering that Stefan was no longer standing by the fireplace. Stefan was now grabbing his keys off the entrance table and leaving the house.
"As a matter of fact, I can do a teleportation spell with the help of my friends."
"That's awesome, so how's about we try that teleportation spell—like right now," he suggested, with a great urgency in his voice.
"Now, like right now?" Melissa questioned hysterically, astonished by his request.
"Yeah, I'm afraid if we don't do this now, Stefan is going to kill somebody," he said with an unfaltering significance.
"Oh, my God!" Melissa panicked. "Let's go see Lucy," she blurted.
He took her gently by the arm and they hurried upstairs to Lucy.
Stefan found himself in another town hours later, searching for the perfect prey.
He finally lucked up on the perfect target. He decided against slaughtering an entire family. The fact that Tyler was snooping around told him that he had to be more careful, and not only that, but Lucy was onto him as well, and he didn't want her to handle him. He was not yet ready for a fiery death.
Stefan left his car in the parking lot of a grocery store. He followed his quarry home.
As the man walked up the steps to his apartment, an eerie feeling fell over him.
"Is someone there?" he questioned, turning around to scan his surroundings. Stefan stepped into view, now facing his victim.
The man hurried to his apartment; with a trembling hand he tried unlocking his door, in the dark corridor.
Stefan vamp sped to the other side of him. "Hello," he greeted in a menacing voice.
The man slowly turned his head, meeting Stefan's gaze. He started yelling once noticing the black veins pulsing across Stefan's cheeks and his endangering red eyes.
"Shh, don't say a word. Now be a good boy and invite me inside," Stefan compelled.
Out of nowhere, Tyler came charging up the steps. He tackled Stefan. They stumbled back against the railing and then fell over, falling three stories down to a concrete slab. Stefan landed on his back and Tyler fell on top of him. They lay there for a moment, hurt by their bodies brutally crashing into the ground. Stefan threw Tyler off him and then zoomed to the woods for cover.
Tyler took off on foot into the woods after him.
As soon as he entered the thicket, Stefan stampeded him, and wrestled him to the ground. Stefan started hammering Tyler with all his supernatural strength.
"You think you can defeat me dog!" he yelled, enraged. He became unglued. Stefan forgot who Tyler was in this moment.
Tyler found inner strength, or better yet, Stefan had triggered his werewolf gene. Tyler's eyes flashed yellow. He tossed Stefan twenty feet into the air and up against a tree. Tyler flew to his feet. He snarled and howled as his body began to transform.
Stefan dashed to a standing position. He knew he should run and take cover but seeing Tyler change was miraculous.
Tyler was now a full-on wolf. He lunged for Stefan. Stefan kicked him as effortlessly as one would kick a soccer ball. Tyler crashed in to a tree, splintering, and breaking bark upon impact.
Tyler shook off the blow and went at the vampire again. Stefan took a defensive posture and bared his teeth. Tyler lunged for him, once more. He opened his mouth wide. He locked on to Stefan's arm.
Stefan shook his arm, trying to break free of his deadly latch. He delivered several crushing blows to Tyler's head at vampire speed. Tyler let go after being knocked senseless. He whimpered as he transformed back into human form.
"You bit me motherfucker!" Stefan bellowed angrily, dropping to his knees.
"Stefan," Tyler whispered in horror and then crawled quickly over to him. "He grabbed Stefan by the arm, inspecting his wound. "Oh, my God." He looked into Stefan's eyes, horrified.
Stefan glowered at Tyler, and in a flash, he grabbed a branch, and thrust it deep into Tyler's gut.
"Ahhhhh!" Tyler cried out in great agony and then pulled the branch from his abdomen. He held his wound tightly and fell back into a tree for support.
"I'm sorry, Stefan. I'm so sorry," he pleaded remorsefully.
"I don't give a fuck about your remorse. You're a dead dog motherfucker." Stefan marched over to Tyler with determined and merciless footsteps, murder in his eyes.
Lucy, Melissa, and Cassie arrived, hitting Stefan with a concentrative waive of power. "Not on my watch," Lucy said through tight lips as she held out her hand, wielding all her supernatural power against Stefan.
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After swimming in the creek, Damon and Bonnie finished washing their clothes, and then left for home.
Damon was on pins and needles the entire time. It took everything in him not to tell her about the baby. He had to trust that she would be okay until the time was right or until her body revealed his enormous secret.
Damon decided to take the long way home. He wanted to see the verdant tree. He found a newfound respect for the fruit. As they walked, Bonnie talked and talked. She was a regular little chatterbox. Damon was oddly quiet. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd tell Bonnie about the baby. Really, he was still speechless by the fact that she was pregnant.
"Damon, is something wrong? Talk to me. You've been quiet since you stopped me from performing the spell."
"It's nothing, Bonnie."
"You're lying."
"Okay, I'm worried about you. I'm worried about you not getting stronger. I don't want anything to happen to you," he recognized.
"You're worried about getting back to Elena," she replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, my God, this has nothing to do with Elena. I'm worried about you, Bonnie, you," Damon expressed exasperatedly.
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"No, you don't need to apologize," he said. "I'm just frustrated."
"Damon, every day, I'm getting stronger. Everything will be fine."
"This is me you're talking to, Bon Bon. There's no need for lies."
"I would never lie to you, and you would never lie to me. I do feel stronger."
"It's okay to tell a white lie sometimes, especially if you're doing it to protect the ones you love." He gave a nervous guffaw.
"True, but you and me, we're brutally honest with one another." She bestowed a sweet smile upon him.
"Yeah." Damon squinted, thinking, gritting his jaw. Bonnie's choice of words was making him uneasy.
"You know, we're always talking about Elena. What about Stefan? What do you suppose he's doing right now?" Bonnie inquired, walking hand in hand with Damon.
"Hmm, if I know my brother like I think I know him, he has probably turned off his humanity," Damon admitted casually.
"Oh, God. Why did you have to tell me that?" Bonnie blew out her breath, bothered by his revelation.
"I'm sorry, but you asked." He gave a flippant chuckle and continued. "Stefan loves me. He loves me unconditionally and selflessly. I wished that I loved him with the same conviction," he announced, regret in his eyes.
"That's not true, Damon." She stopped and then turned to him. "I think you do love your brother with just as much conviction. The times that I've witnessed you being selfless was when it came to your brother."
Damon wrinkled his brow, recollecting. "You really think that?"
"Yes, I do." They shared a loving regard, still instinctively holding hands, reflecting over what was said, and then continued strolling through the forest.
"…sooo," Bonnie drawled.
"…sooo," Damon simulated, and they gave a cutesy titter.
"What if—Stefan and Elena find their way back to each other? How would that make you feel?" she asked, giving a serious visage.
"Mmm," Damon hummed, reflecting, a scowl on his brow.
"I'd be happy for them, but I'd be disappointed and saddened for my brother. He deserves better," he replied genuinely.
Bonnie halted them again. She turned to him with a dubious grimace on her contorted face.
"Damon, you go with Elena. Why is she so much better for you, but not good for your brother?"
"…because it's nasty Bonnie. Okay, I said it," he huffed, vexed.
Cynicism plowed her brow. "Nasty?" She gave a cynical laugh.
"It's not cool—to bounce between brothers. It is sad enough that we stayed in the boarding house, knowing that my brother was still living there. Since being here, I've been thinking about a lot of things, and I'm not okay with the person I was," he expressed passionately.
"Wow, I'm impressed." She smiled. A significant starry-eyed gaze ensued. They started walking again, both wearing a pondering aspect.
"…sooo," he singsong, and Bonnie gave a cute giggle.
"If my brother is with Elena, does that mean we can," he dropped off shyly.
They stopped, again, to concentrate, and focus on the important topic in the air.
"Damon, I love you, and I'd love nothing more than to be with you—that said, if Elena's with Stefan, I'm going to be with the man I love," she avowed seriously, giving his hand a loving squeeze.
Damon's baby, blue pupils sparkled with happiness as a proud grin slowly crept across his lips. His smile soon faded when he heard the baby's heartbeat, yet again, on this most gorgeous of days.
"Bonnie, I do not think we should hinge our love and our relationship on 'what if he,' what if she,' what if they.' We're in love with each other. I want you to be my girl," he declared dreadfully, yearning in his eyes.
"Damon, it is too soon. We have only been away from home for a short time. I get embarrassed, thinking about having to be around Elena, knowing that we slept together. I could see if we were here for years and this happened, but we happened right away—it's as if we were in love all along."
"Maybe we were Bonnie. I get that this is hard on you because Elena was your best friend before I was even a spec on your radar, but I love you. I think you are my soulmate. No. Fuck that, you are my soulmate. I want to marry you and start a family with you. I've never felt this way about anyone, not even Katherine."
"You want to marry me?" Bonnie beamed.
"Duh, yes!" he exclaimed happily in a no-nonsense tone. She laughed.
"Well, marriage is possible, but you are aware that vampires cannot have children, right?" she said mockingly.
"What if I told you that there's something on this planet that will allow a vampire to have a baby," he publicized excitedly, his eyes like searchlights, clutching her hand even tighter.
"I'd say you have been sipping on the juice for far too long!" she mocked and then gave a hilarious hoot.
"Okay, I'll show you." He gently tugged on her hand, directing her to the verdant tree.
Damon dragged Bonnie along with pure determination to their destination.
"Behold—Gardenia's Garden of Eden, and here's the miracle tree," Damon said, showcasing the verdant tree with a wave of his hand.
"Eww, looks nasty. You sure this stuff is edible?" Bonnie frowned up at the verdant.
"Yup, it's edible. Here, try some." Damon freed Bonnie's hand to get some fruit from the tree.
It was then that they realized that they had been holding hands the entire time, and once they were detached, they both felt a void.
They looked at one another, spellbound.
"You want me to try the fruit?" Bonnie asked bashfully, owlishly blinking her eyes at him. She nervously pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah." Damon grinned and then jolted the tree, causing some of the fruit to fall to the ground. He picked up a piece of the verdant, plucked some pieces of leaves and dirt from it, and then pushed it up to Bonnie's mouth.
"Ew, no. Get that out my face." She wrinkled up her nose with disgust.
"Come on. Taste it."
"Mm, no. I can't," she said, shaking her head, and closing her eyes.
"Here." Damon grabbed her bag and sat it on the ground beside their basket of clothes. "Now, close your eyes."
"Do I have to?" she whined.
"Yes, you have to, stop being so afraid. This stuff is delicious."
Bonnie closed her eyes as instructed.
"Now smell," he ordered.
She sniffed the fruit.
"How does it smell?" he asked.
"It smells nice."
"Now, take a bite."
"Ew, I feel like we're Adam and Eve!" Bonnie animatedly jumped up and down, squealing, and making a yuck face.
Damon gave a handsome laugh at her reaction.
She soon gave in with the opening of her mouth. She took a small bite. She slowly chewed and then gave a grin of approval. "Wow, it tastes nice. The hint of dirt didn't help make it better but it's pretty tasty."
"Better than the yellow fruit?" He grinned.
"No way." Bonnie giggled.
"Are you kidding me, this is way better than the yellow fruit. I'm going to take a shit load of this fruit back home to my brother."
"Oh, yeah; you totally should." She widened her eyes hilariously and then laughed.
"How did you discover this fruit?"
"Tupac. He said this fruit has the power to restore a person's reproductive system," he revealed coolly.
"Wow, it sounds like Tupac is smoking crack," she added.
"What if it works?" Damon asked seriously.
"Fruit can't make you have babies," she protested.
"...but what if it could? I believe it can." It is how I got you pregnant, Damon whispered within and outwardly cringed.
"Well, maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't," she said coolly and shrugged.
"What if I ate this fruit and you turned up pregnant? Would you keep the baby?" He looked at her, expressionless.
She immediately lost her smile.
Damon hoped with all his heart that her answer would be yes. He was dying to tell her about the bun in her oven.
Bonnie remained silent.
Damon lifted the fruit to his mouth. He opened wide and pretended to take a bite. Bonnie slapped the fruit out of his hand.
Her reaction to him pretending to eat the verdant told him that she wanted to make love to him, again, but she did not want to have his baby. It was a bittersweet moment for him, so in true Damon fashion, he joked.
"…so, what you're telling me, is that you do want to have sex with me, again." He winked.
"Ugh, whatever." Bonnie picked the fruit up off the ground and gave it to Damon. "Eat the damn fruit," she sassed and then sashayed away from him. He gave a handsome chuckle, but seriousness overtook him, once more.
( ~ )
The witches' teleported everyone back to the boarding house. Tyler carried a subdued Stefan over his shoulder, up to his bedroom, and laid him down in his bed, even though he was badly injured, too. Tyler collapsed onto the floor.
"Tyler," Melissa called, concerned. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She came back and placed the towel against the bloody, gaping hole in his abdomen before applying great pressure.
Tyler groaned in pain as he pressed his hand down on Melissa's, helping her to compress his wound, and stop the bleeding. Tyler stretched his neck to peek over the bed to look at Stefan who was laying lifelessly on the bed. His eyes traveled to the bite mark. His iris glassed over. He grabbed his trembling lips and then blinked his guilty brood elsewhere. He could not accept what he had done to Stefan.
"Tyler, it will be okay," Melissa assured soothingly.
"No, no it won't. There is no cure for a werewolf bite," his voice wavered with dismay. "Well, maybe." His brow puckered with thought. "No, he won't help us," he mumbled.
"There has to be something we can do. We cannot give up hope. That's the last thing we need to do right now," she implored with faith.
"I didn't mean to bite him. Everything was happening so fast; me biting him was pure instinct," Tyler defended agitatedly as he held tightly to Melissa's hand, keeping the towel and her close.
They gazed worriedly into each other's eyes, both at a loss for words.
"Can you save him?" Tyler asked.
"I am damn sure going to try," Melissa avowed and bequeathed him with a comforting and reassuring smile.
"Tyler, don't you worry about Stefan," Lucy said with a serious calm, strutting in to the room, a spell book in hand.
"Stefan! Oh, my God, Stefan!" Caroline cried as she ran into room behind Lucy at seeing a wounded Stefan laying on the bed. She hurriedly ran to a passed-out Stefan and snugly clutched his hand. Stefan's room was now bustling with all his friends who were worried sick about him.
Outside, Elena was pulling up to the boarding house. She was pissed because she had to learn about the party due to Matt accidentally including her in on a group text. She enraged more so when Matt tried to play it off. She marched indignantly into the house. She surveyed the room, not seeing anyone she knew. Her ears twitched as her vampire senses became alert.
She heard Caroline crying upstairs, and then she heard Lucy say that there was no cure for a werewolf bite in her spell book. She raced upstairs with supreme speed to find Stefan, laying on the bed, clothes ripped, hair disheveled, and his arm bleeding from a bit mark.
"Stefan. Oh, god, Stefan," she said frantically, rushing to the bed to look down on him.
"I didn't mean to bite him Elena, but I couldn't stand by and watch him kill another innocent person," Tyler declared his eyes reddened with dismay.
"Stefan," she murmured dreadfully, dropping to her knees. She grabbed his leg and held on tight. Caroline's gaze sliced through her with downright malice.
Tyler's eyes went vague with thought.
A few moments later, he struggled to his feet with Melissa's help. "I know how we can save Stefan," he said, winded.
"How?" Lucy's brow snapped together with an anxious interest in what he had to say.
"Klaus," he revealed uneasily and then looked around the room to see all the alarmed faces looking back at him.
Caroline quickly stood, a distressed guise on her blushed face. "He'll… he'll never give us his blood to save Stefan. He'll never save him," she said stammering for words and shaking her head.
"Yes, he will," Tyler said, strictly, his eyes hallows of madness.
"I don't know Tyler," said Matt. "How can we convince him to come back here and save Stefan?"
"We can't, but she can." He gestured to Caroline with a perturbed nod.
"Me? No, not me? He hates me."
"Is that why he fucked you, because he hates you," Tyler said coldly.
Caroline's appearance flushed with disgrace. Everyone peered around at each other uncomfortably.
Stefan begin to stir about the bed.
"Uh, little werewolf. You need to leave," Lucy advised. She held a hand up, ushering Melissa and a wounded Tyler out of the room.
"Ugh, fuck. What the hell Lucy?" Stefan growled after coming to his senses. He propped himself up on the bed and then looked around the room.
"She went downstairs," Alaric answered him dryly.
"Why the fuck is you here, Buffy the vampire slayer?" Stefan bitched.
"Hoping I don't have to kill a vampire," Alaric said and then gave a smug smirk.
Stefan gave him a homicidal glimpse.
"Well, I hate to run, but I've got a werewolf to kill," Stefan said, getting out of bed.
"Stefan, you can't do this." Elena scurried up to him, resting a hand on his stomach, rapidly blinking her lashes, giving him that rehearsed doe-eyed look.
"Bitch, please." Stefan shoved her out the way and swaggered to the door. Elena tripped and fell into Matt. She jerked a vexed gape in Stefan's direction.
"Stefan stop this! This isn't you!" Elena droned. He kept walking, her plea fell on deaf ears.
Caroline flashed to the frame of the door. "I'm not going to let you hurt Tyler," she glowered at him.
Stefan angrily blew out his cheeks, swinging his head back to the heavens highly peeved off. "Once Tyler finds out I fucked you like the slut that you are, I'm pretty sure—he will want to kill you. Now move blondie. I don't want to hurt you."
Caroline shrunk with embarrassment as all eyes in the room were now on her.
"You slept with Stefan?" Envy clouded Elena's face. "You've always been jealous of me," she affronted.
"Jealous of you, don't be ridiculous. You don't have anything for me to be jealous about," Caroline countered. She crossed her arms heatedly, giving Elena a disgusted grimace.
A war of words ensued.
"Come on you guys. You are best friends. You should not be fighting with each other," Matt intervened, disappointed.
"Bonnie is my best friend," Caroline sassed cruelly.
Stefan tried sneaking off to find Tyler now that the groups focus was off him. Alaric armed his bow and shot a wooden dagger at Stefan, missing him. The move immediately caught everyone's attention. Stefan turned a deliberately slow and evil glower at Alaric.
"Oh, shit," Alaric blurted in horror as he watched Stefan head for him with determined vengeance in his eyes.
Elena flashed in front of Stefan. "This isn't you! Don't do this! If not for you, do it for me!" she implored hopelessly, pressing her hand against his chest.
Stefan grabbed Elena by the face and smashed her head into the partition, knocking her senseless, and leaving a gaping hole in his wall.
Matt grabbed a poker and whacked Stefan over the head. Stefan grabbed his head and then whipped his surprised sights around to get a view of his attacker. He gave a belligerent glower, offended by Matt's poor attempt at trying to overpower him. He fisted his hand and punched Matt square in the face. Blood went gushing out of Matt's nose as he swore and whimpered like a pansy. He cuddled his face and went running out of the room.
Alaric held out his hand, trying to make use of the weapon he wore on his wrist. Stefan caught his little daggers with hero speed. He tossed the wooden planks back at Alaric, getting him in his arm and leg.
"Omigod, this shit is wicked!" Enzo stood in the corner, purely entertained by the scene playing out in front of him.
Caroline stepped up to the plate with a one two punch, angering Stefan further. He turned his menacing eyes methodically back to her. He seized her by the throat and rammed her into the wall. She clawed at his hand, trying to break free. He looked at her and evilly laughed before sinking his razor sharp teeth into her cheek.
Elena found her resolve. She saw Caroline in trouble and hurried to her aid. She jumped on Stefan's back and plunged a dagger into his side. He snarled loudly in pain. He whizzed across the room, slamming her into the wall, yet again, whilst still dangling Caroline in his death grip.
Alaric, came at him with another round of shooting daggers, getting Stefan in his leg. Jeremy entered the room, seeing the calamity. He grabbed one of the wooden planks, laying on the floor, and went gunning for Stefan.
Stefan spotted his emerging attacker, used Caroline as his own personal weapon, and hurled her at Jeremy. The two of them went whirling through the air before crashing in to Stefan's dresser mirror.
Stefan yelled out with rage. He was done with the games. He yanked out the daggers using his leg as a pin cushion and flung them at the owner. One landed in Alaric's gut and the other in his chest. Alaric spewed a loud yelp as he pressed his hand against his plasma oozing wound, trying to stop the bleeding as he floated slowly down to the floor, bleeding out.
Stefan skimmed the room with lightning speed for any more takers. Jeremy, Alaric, and Caroline were down for the count. He turned his focus to Elena, who wriggled with fear about the floor.
He sluggishly pulled out the sharp plank that she had impelled in his side. He looked down on her with a satanic glare. "I gave your bitch ass all my fucking love, and this is how you repay me—BY DAGGERRING ME!" he roared in a thunderous voice. His eyes were bloodshot with seething lunacy. "You're dead to me," he whispered coldly. He lifted the dagger. Elena's eyes widened. Her body recoiled in defense as he started coming down with the stake, when once again, Lucy came to the rescue.
Stefan grabbed his temples and dropped to the floor, growling and bemoaning.
"Enough!" Lucy gave a scream so deafening that she made Stefan's ears bleed. She halted her concerted power.
Stefan sprawled all out on the floor. He timidly wiggled about, gaining his senses, and his strength. He propped himself up with his elbows and looked at Lucy. "God, I love it when you set my brain on fire. You want to fuck?" he said seductively and donated her with a flirting wink as he lay there with his face covered in blood splatter.
"Of course, baby, but right now, you need to calm the fuck down," she demanded, calmly, coolly, and collectedly.
"Damn, you sexy," Enzo said, winking, and sexily puckering his lips at her. With a lazy wave of her hand and a roll of her eye, Lucy broke Enzo's neck. He fell to the floor with a loud thump.
"Elena, will you please give Alaric some blood before he dies, and you, come with me," she said casually and then pointed a strong, reprimanding finger at Stefan.
"Ugh." he face-palmed angrily, and then coolly left the room.
Caroline let out a relieving sigh once Stefan left and then went to Elena who was giving Alaric her blood. "Is he going to be okay?" she questioned with a sad snivel.
"Yes, he's healing," Elena answered, looking blankly down at Alaric's restoring injuries. She then looked at Caroline with a contrite and frightened look in her eyes.
Caroline looked back at Elena with her tear-filled eyes. "Are we sure we want to cure Stefan?" she inquired jokingly. Elena widen and then narrowed her eyes before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "We have to save Stefan, Caroline," she replied incredulously and gave a playful roll of her eyes.
( ~ )
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Lucy yelled, pushing Stefan up against the wall.
He sent her a smug grin. "For starters, you let a damn werewolf bite me," he said, shoving himself off the wall, and pointing his finger in her face.
Lucy slapped his hand away. "You got yourself bitten by a werewolf," she clarified strongly.
"No, you did bitch. You brought him out there. You have access to my bedroom. You have access to my DNA. You are the one who did a fucking teleportation spell, and you lead him straight to me," he exclaimed through tight lips, fuming.
She got up in Stefan's face, unafraid. "I told your bloodsucking ass that you won't be killing people on my watch, so hell yeah, I teleported Tyler to your ass, and if I had to do it again, I would," she said coldly, her eyes icy, and severe.
Stefan raised his hand to strike her. He twisted his lips, and his face contorted with anger. He imparted her with an antagonistic and lethal gape.
"If you hit me, you better kill me, because I swear, I am the last bitch you'll ever hit," she said, warning.
Stefan lowered his hand and gave a disturbing grunt. "I thought we had a connection you and me," he reminded.
"The only connection we have is when you're fucking me, that's it. I don't owe you shit. I'm here for Bonnie, and the people of this town, and I'm warning you, you so much as look at Tyler in the wrong way, or hurt, or kill anyone else, I'll let your ass die."
"I don't need your help. I welcome death," he said proudly.
"You can welcome death or not, I'm still going to save you, because it's what Bonnie would want me to do," she avowed and then turned to leave.
"Lucy," he called.
She turned around. He could hear her footsteps draw closer. "You are no longer welcome in my home. I want you gone." He stood looking out at the backyard, his hands on his hips.
"When Bonnie's home, or when you are dead—is when I'll leave."
"Well, that's unfortunate," he mumbled.
"…so, I guess this means we're no longer friends with benefits?" she asked.
"We were never friend's sweetheart. You just kept my dick warm."
Lucy laughed. "That's fine. I never wanted your ass anyway," she said crudely and then walked away.
Lucy ran into Elena on the way inside. Elena was standing by the back door, eavesdropping in on their conversation.
"Oh, hey, Lucy. Do you think Stefan means all the things that he has said?" she asked, scared.
"Some of the things he says and does may be exaggerated, but him being without his humanity doesn't mean he's not him. Stefan is himself, his unfiltered; unhuman, and painfully blunt with truthfulness," she enlightened simply and then left Elena with her thoughts. Elena turned around, watching Lucy as she went upstairs, registering her words.
Even with the knowledge that Elena was armed with, she still decided to face Stefan.
"Stefan," she called once she was outside on the patio.
Stefan was laying back on the concrete, playing Angry Birds on his cellphone, ignoring Elena.
Elena disregarded his silence and soldiered on with the belief that she, and she alone could bring Stefan back.
"Stefan, I know you're acting out because of Damon, but we're going to save him. We're going to bring him back home. Stefan, I need you, but we can't be there for each other if you're not yourself. Lucy says this is the real you, but I don't believe that. You're only doing all these horrible things because Damon's not here, and because we're not together anymore, but the truth is Stefan, I love you just as much as I love Damon. Maybe even more. I only chose Damon." She rested.
"I had to choose Damon because he needed me in a way that you never did. Damon can't live without me. He's probably out there in the world going crazy, knowing he can't be here with me. If I could have you both, I would." She gave a gloomy chortle. "I know that's a selfish way to be, but I had to make a choice. I had to do right by both of you," she summed up.
Stefan lay there for a few moments, completely engrossed by the game he was playing.
"Stefan, did you hear me?" she asked as she came to sit down beside him.
"Yeah, I heard you," he replied casually, but I'm kind of the middle of something.
"Stefan you owe it to me to talk to me," she demanded, batting her lashes.
He jerked an offended glare in her direction.
"All right." He grinned. "You are one selfish and delusional bitch, and the fact that you think my humanity hinges on a slut that hopped off my dick one night and onto my brother's the next night is the key to bringing back my humanity is so fucking laughable." He gave an unbelieving chortle. "…and you seriously think you're going to save or help save someone?" he drawled unattentively, putting his focus back on his cellphone.
Stefan, this isn't-," she started but was rudely cut short.
"Oh, and I find it incredibly hilarious that you believe I turned my humanity off because of you, or that you 'Think' you chose Damon because he needs you. You chose Damon because he was obsessed with you and you had him wrapped around your little finger." He dangled. "Narcissistic tramp," he mumbled as if he were throwing insults into the wind, but in fact, he was talking about her.
"Everything that's happening right now in my life is divine intervention. Yes, I want my brother back, but if Lucy can't bring him and Bonnie back, oh well." He shrugged.
"Honestly Elena, the night you fucked my brother, I fell out of love with you. Yes, I still loved you, like a dumb ass, but I saw you in a whole new light after that. You're a disgusting human being. You sicken me, and I gotta tell you, I don't think my brother's going to be with you when he returns. Yes!" he cheered, praising the win of his digital game.
"It's weird that you honestly believe that Damon needs you for his survival. Do you know my brother at all?" He gave a softly weeping Elena a blasé stare and then looked back down at his phone.
"Damon did not truly love you. How do you feel about your choice now? Oooh, watch out!" He stopped to fully commit to his game. "Yeah, so anyway, no Elena, you can't have either of us, because we don't want you. Yes! I move to the next level. You see that shit!" He smiled, feeling complete merriment with himself.
"Well, I got women to fuck and blood to take," he said nonchalantly, hopping up off the steps.
"Oh, that reminds me," he remembered with the snapping of his fingers as he spun back around to her, waiting for his thought to fully manifest itself.
"I almost killed you." He frowned thwarted. "Think of how great Mystic Falls would be if you no longer existed. Damn!" He stood on the patio, a faraway look in his eyes, pondering over what could have been. "Oh, well." Stefan went inside the house after delivering his final insult.
Elena could not move from the steps. She was paralyzed with devastation. Dejection clouded and poured down on her self-deluded world. Tears slipped from her sad eyes. She had attempted to hide her heartbreak from Stefan, but he saw it, and he laughed. He didn't care.
( ~ )
Bonnie and Damon had made it home. Damon cooked Bonnie a wonderful, healthy homecooked meal. They sat down at the table and reminisced about their day. Damon found it difficult to keep his secret from Bonnie. He wanted to tell her badly that she was pregnant with their child. He owed it to her to be honest, but he'd rather ruin their friendship by deceiving his best friend than being the honest man that Bonnie believed he was.
After dinner, they cleaned up together, and then they cuddled on the sofa.
They got all snuggled up on the couch. Damon read to Bonnie. He read the book animatedly, making weird noises to describe certain sounds, and using dissimilar voices when reading for a different character, it was as if he were practicing being a father.
"I feel like I'm watching TV!" She was tickled pink. Damon gave a huge, proud grin.
"Oh, my God. I feel like I'm about to faint." She sat up quickly, grabbing her forehead. "I can't believe how tired I am," Bonnie proclaimed. Hearing Bonnie's use of the word faint to describe her tiredness really freaked Damon out. He sat speechless on the sofa, whilst Bonnie got ready for bed. She kept tiredly babbling on about trivial things as if she were trying to fight her sleep.
"You coming to bed?" she called in a raised and happy voice.
"Uh, yeah," he replied distractedly. He got off the sofa, blowing out candles on the way to the bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and then jumped in bed. He laid down with his head propped up on his arm, looking up at thin air, a worried look in his orbs.
Bonnie inched closer to him, resting her head on his chest, and her warm thigh on his, wearing a wondering countenance. Damon." She paused.
"Yeah, babe."
"Did you eat any of the verdant fruit before sleeping with me?"
His eyes went as round and as big as doorknobs.
"No. No. No, I wouldn't eat that stuff, just no," he stuttered apprehensively.
"…but you said it was delicious," she replied dreamily, reminding him of their conversation.
"Tupac gave me a slither of the shit. That's all. He said you'd have to eat at least four or five of those ugly little things for them to heal you," he fumbled through his explanation. "I mean… why are you asking me this? Like—why would you even think something like that? Why would you ask me if I ate the fruit? I wouldn't eat that stuff. I wouldn't. I just wouldn't." Damon had officially become a babbling idiot.
Bonnie gave a little giggle. "Calm down big boy. I know you wouldn't deceive me like that at least not on purpose."
"No, I wouldn't. I love you. Now give me a kiss," he said sweetly.
She reached up and gave him a long, lingering peck on the lips. "I love you, too," she said and then laid back down on his chest. "Goodnight Damon."
"Goodnight Bon Bon," he reiterated.
Bonnie closed her eyes. She fell fast asleep, but Damon on the other hand, laid in bed, restless, worried, and angry with himself for deceiving Bonnie. The only thing that gave him comfort was the sound of his unborn child's heartbeat. "I'm doing all of this for you," he whispered into the ambiance.
The thought of being a father had never crossed his mind before.
Mainly, because he knew he couldn't have children, and the fact that he hadn't met a woman that made him feel like settling down didn't reinforce his feelings on the matter either.
Being a domesticated man never appealed to Damon, not until now. He was suddenly taken away from his thoughts when he heard Bonnie mumbling in her sleep.
She was sweating profusely, tossing, and turning fitfully about the bed.
"No. No. Let me go!" she screamed.
"Bonnie. Bonnie, wake up," Damon called softly and gently shook her, trying to wake her.
Bonnie ripped herself away from the bed and quickly grabbed her chest.
"This man was chasing me. He was trying to kill me," she said breathlessly, horrified.
"It was a nightmare Bonnie." He looked at her worriedly as he took her by the shoulders.
"No. No, it was not. The dream was real. This man was enormous. He hurt me." Bonnie began to cry.
"No. No, baby, this was all a nightmare. No one is going to hurt you. I would never let anyone hurt you," Damon avowed with conviction, taking Bonnie up into a protective and loving embrace.
Bonnie nodded, her heart still rapidly beating. She and Damon looked at each other yearningly. They could not take their eyes off one another, even when fear and concern were ever so present.
He took her chin between his finger and thumb. He kissed her forehead, nose, and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Come on. Lay down, get some rest," he whispered, floating them back down to the mattress.
Bonnie nodded and then melted into his nestle. Damon pressed her tiny body snuggly into his, stealing kisses from her forehead.
Not only did he have to worry about lying to Bonnie about their baby, now he had to worry about her vision manifesting itself, too. Fuck me, his brain whispered, horrified.
A/N: XOXOXOX