A/N: ****This story is an AU/OOC. Let's pretend all this shit happened on the show…LOL!*****
I am QUEENBMIA, but there's a reviewer who won't read my profile or the author's note on the first chapter of this story, so she still believes that I'm some plagiarist impostor. Obviously, this person is not a supporter or reader of my stuff… LOL! This story is being uploaded on two accounts.
Please enjoy! Copyright infringement not intended. I do not own the characters. They are written in the way that I wish they were portrayed on the show.
Oblivion: Chapter 13: Black Magic
Elena and Caroline rode in silence to Caroline's house. Ironically, she didn't have Klaus's number in her phone, but she had plenty of his letters that contained all his information.
"Why did you sleep with Stefan?" Elena's voice pulled Caroline out of her deep thought and steadfast concentration on her driving.
Caroline sighed deeply, contemplating over the answer that was floating about in her brain.
"I care about Stefan. I think I'm falling in love with him," her voice cracked, reflecting her state of mind. She soppily peeped over at Elena and back at the road.
"Stefan loves me Caroline, and I still love him. He was the love of my life," Elena whined hoarsely.
Caroline whipped her flabbergasted moon-eyed glower around to Elena, zig-zagging over the broken lines in the road.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? If he were the love of your life, you wouldn't have left him for his brother!"
"Just because I'm with Damon, it doesn't mean that Stefan isn't the love of my life!" Elena shot back.
"No! No! No! I'm not going to do this with you!" Caroline pulled the car over and parked on the side of the road. "You don't get to be angry because Stefan and I slept together. You fucked his brother, and then you chose his brother over him. You made your choice Elena, and Stefan is free to be with any one he wants to be with, and if he wants to be with me, I will be with him. You can go fuck yourself!"
"Guahh!" Elena gasped.
"Don't, 'Ugh' me! You are selfish Elena, and if you ask me, you don't deserve Damon nor Stefan, and if you don't want to be my friend anymore because I slept with Stefan—then so be it!"
Elena angrily crossed her arms and glared out the window. Caroline put the car back in drive and burned rubber back out onto the road. They drove with a resounding and angry hush, hanging over them.
"We'll work together to help save Stefan. I don't know after that," Elena mumbled nastily.
"That's fine," Caroline agreed.
"Maybe you should tell Klaus that you were bitten," Elena proposed.
"That's what I was going to tell him," Caroline sassed.
"Do you think Klaus will overnight us a vial of his blood?" Elena squinted her eyes, perplexed.
"Oh, God, what if Klaus shows up? I don't know if I'm ready to be around him," Caroline fretted.
"Well I'm sure Tyler can accommodate you, too," Elena replied sarcastically.
"Ugh, bitch," Caroline retorted, and then gave a little chuckle. Elena followed.
"Klaus loves you Caroline. He will do anything for you; just bat those baby blues at him. Give him a little," she coached flatteringly.
"No! No! No!" Caroline shrieked.
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Damon lay in bed, a mixture of emotions churning inside him. He and Bonnie had one of the best days, merely doing the simplest things in life, enjoying nature, and each other's company. Their relationship was flourishing, but he knew that was all about to crash and burn once Bonnie realized that she was pregnant, and with his child, no less.
He and Bonnie were honest with each other, yet here he was, lying to her so easily. He wasn't a liar. This wasn't him. Yes, he was selfish, as selfish as they came. He would definitely own up to that flaw in his personality.
Bonnie groaned and unknowingly pushed a pillow against her growing belly and turned on her side.
Damon narrowed his eyes and shot her a pensive look. He unconsciously licked his lips as he trailed his hand down over his treasure trail and groped himself.
His mantra of thoughts about his dilemma shifted to something naughtier. Here he was, laying in bed with a beautiful woman and he was not trying to make a move on her. Bonnie turned on Damon, and being in her orbit, not touching, not talking, he still felt like he was walking on cloud nine.
Damon loved how he and Bonnie would gravitate to each other whenever they walked side by side, sat down next to each other, or laid in bed with one another. They always seem to drift into each other like magnets, and it wasn't until they were thrust into this new life together that he picked up on that little known fact about their relationship.
His serious expression turned into a jubilant one as he continued to stare at her.
Bonnie started groaning in her sleep; her body stiffened on top of the bed.
This immediately caught Damon's attention. She was in pain. He could hear it in her voice and feel it in her body temperature.
The pain was so unbearable that it woke Bonnie out of her deep sleep. She let out a loud, bloodcurdling cry as she clutched her belly tightly.
"Bonnie? Bonnie, are you okay?" He grabbed her shoulder and turned her to him.
"My stomach feels like it's on fire," she panted.
"Let me see," Damon said worriedly. He lifted Bonnie's nightgown only to see her stomach stretching and growing.
Bonnie glanced down at her belly and screamed.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Bonnie," Damon said calmly as he rested his hand on her face, turning her gaze to his.
She snatched her face away from his grasp and grabbed a hold of her stomach, trying to massage away the pain.
Damon began to panic, which was something he rarely did. He found himself unable to do anything but watch as Bonnie suffered through the excruciating pain of the baby growing at a rapid rate inside her tiny body.
He grew infuriated. He wasn't about to let Bonnie get off so easily and lose his baby.
He extended his incisors and savagely bit into his wrist and tried to force feed her his blood, but she brutally pushed his bleeding appendage away from her, but he was insistent on her having his blood, so he tried again. He grabbed her firmly by the neck and pushed his dripping wound against her mouth, smearing her lips with his metallic-tasting liquid, and forced her to take his blood.
She feebly suckled on his wrist until another wave of pain hit.
"Fuck!" he blasted.
His blood could not stop the ruthless assault against her body.
"Here, take a little more," he said anxiously.
"No? Go away!" she said breathlessly as she balled up on the bed and strappingly clutched her stomach.
Damon did not want to cause her anymore discomfort; he ceased his efforts in aiding her back to health and took her up into his arms. He laid his cheek against hers and massaged her back, hoping that it would ease her pain.
His bare chest and strong hands were heaven to Bonnie's feverish and sweaty body.
"It's okay," he whispered against her cheek as he pushed wet strands of hair plastered to her skin off her face.
The longest painful few moments of Bonnie's life soon subsided.
Damon listened for the baby's heartbeat. He exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing that his child was still alive.
Bonnie lowly wheezed, as she looked down at her pregnant belly, frightened. She blinked, squeezing out tears in the process at now knowing that she was indeed pregnant.
The horrible realization of going back home with Damon's baby began to sink into her awareness.
She cursed herself for daring to live in the moment with him. She wished now that her steamy fantasies about Damon would have stayed just that, a fantasy.
While Bonnie was mentally ripping herself to shreds about her impasse, Damon was gloating and thinking of baby names. His complete existence in this moment was his own personal heaven as his hand hypnotically drifted down to Bonnie's stomach.
He swallowed the large lump in his throat. The move gave him the strength to touch her belly with his slightly trembling hand. He ran it gently over her baby bump. He was so nervous that he chuckled. Bonnie rested her warm mouth against Damon's upper arm as he held her firmly in his grasp. She squeezed his arm and bashfully watched his cool, strong hand massage her sweltering tummy. She was astounded to see him be so tender with her. It warmed her heart, but the move still did not stop Bonnie from being completely enraged with him.
"You lied to me," she proclaimed coldly.
Damon froze. He removed his hand from her stomach, flopped back against the bed, and rested an arm on his forehead. He stared up at the ceiling, contemplating how to answer Bonnie's question.
"I heard the baby's heartbeat, but I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you would kill the baby," he dragged out the words.
Bonnie indignantly slapped the mattress, jumped to her feet, and ran to the living area. The house was dark, and she had nothing but the light of the moons to help guide her.
"Fuck!" she shouted after stomping her toe on the leg of the table as she desperately tried to find her way to the sofa.
Bonnie collapsed down onto the couch and combed her fingers through her long, chocolaty strands. Tears collected in her eyes as she thought about her quandary.
Damon lay in bed, listening to Bonnie sniffling in the next room. Guilt incapacitated him. He knew no words or a good speech that he could spill that would make her forgive him or feel better about being and unwed mother to be.
Bonnie got up from the couch and paced the floor. The tears started rolling down her smooth, tawny cheeks like a waterfall. Her body slightly jerked as she violently cried.
She now had to make a choice between going back to Mystic Falls or staying here, on New Earth, in Gardenia.
"Bonnie," Damon called to her from the entrance-way of their bedroom in a husky and somber voice.
She tried to collect herself as she looked to his silhouette.
"I shouldn't have lied to you." He lingered. "Do you… are you… will you," he shifted restlessly on his feet, trying to ask her the inevitable question. He stepped out into the dim light, searching her unreadable face as if it would give him some clue of how she felt.
"I don't want to talk to you right now. I don't even want to look at you, please leave?" She was calm, cool, and collected.
Damon nodded, looking brokenhearted. "Okay, if that's what you want.
"That's what I want."
Damon loitered solemnly around the bedroom, gathering up an outfit. He sat on the bed for the longest, not able to find the strength to do anything, let along put on clothes.
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"Lucy! Where the hell have you been?" Stefan threatened me, and he slept in my bed! While I was in it!" Melissa shouted, fuming with her friend.
"Are you serious? Well, did he hurt you?" Lucy replied tranquilly, walking to the living room with a hand full of spell books, and her overnight bag.
"No, he didn't physically hurt me, but he kissed me against my will, and he wants to screw me!"
"Of course, he wants to sleep with you. You're an attractive girl Melissa, and you happened to be digging on the bane of his existence—Tyler," she said nonchalantly and giggled. She started taking off her earrings. She plopped down on the sofa and kicked off her heels.
"Why are you acting so blasé about all this? Get your man!" Melissa scolded loudly.
"Stefan is not my man, and who do you think you're speaking to little witch?"
"I thought I was speaking to a woman who gave a damn about me, but obviously I was wrong!"
Lucy looked at Melissa who was huffing and puffing and all red in the face.
"Melissa, will you please calm down. I do not have time for this shit right now. I'm trying to come up with a spell to bring back Bonnie and save Stefan's horny, psychotic ass."
"Well, hello to you, too." Stefan greeted coolly as he came strolling in to the room, his body wet from a shower, and a towel wrapped around his waist, drinking alcohol at nine in the morning.
"Oh, my," Melissa said stunned at seeing that the poison from the werewolf bite had spread from Stefan's arm to half of his chest and neck.
Lucy shot to her feet, worry in her eyes. She walked over to Stefan, and Melissa followed. Lucy ran her fingers over his wound, and Melissa instinctively did the same thing.
"That's what I'm talking about," Stefan said, relishing in the women innocently feeling him up.
"Stefan, I haven't found a cure, but I did find a spell to slow down the spread of the werewolf poison," Lucy blurted, rushing back to the couch to find the invocation in one of the books that she had brought back from her overnight trip.
"There's no need for your spell. I'm ready to die. I'm tired, and besides, Melissa won't fuck me so it's not like I have anything to live for anymore."
"Ugh, you are so manipulative and full of shit." Melissa creased her face, annoyed by his response.
Stefan chuckled. "Yeah, you're right."
"Stefan, you want to die?" Lucy asked, astounded.
"Isn't that what I just said," he reiterated.
"What about your brother? How is he going to feel or cope when he returns to find that his brother is dead?" Lucy reminded.
"My brother's never going to return because you lame witches are not strong enough to bring him back." He rested. "God, I wish Bonnie were here, but no, she's gone too, so that leaves you three, frick, frack, and Freddy upstairs who never seems to be around. Three worthless bitches." He finished off his liquor and went to pour another.
Lucy slammed shut the book she was holding and threw it down on the coffee table. "I can deal with your bitches and hoes, but no one calls me worthless," she announced emotionlessly through pressed lips.
"Oh yeah?" He gave her a smug sneer. "You are a worthless, useless, pointless, and insignificant bitch. Oh, look. I'm still here."
Lucy deeply inhaled with a roll of her eyes, ironing out the kink in her neck, and then hit him with a centralized wield of her power. Stefan grabbed his head, his tumbler of liquor crashed to the floor, smashing to smithereens, and he groaned loudly. He couldn't fight through the pain. He fell to the ground, his towel coming undone, and his body now exposed. Blood oozing from his ears and nose.
"Lucy!" Melissa called, her voice imploring her to stop.
"I am sick of your shit Stefan," Lucy rebuked, tears slipping from her eyes.
Stefan's skin started to blister and boil before sparking into flames. He floundered about the floor, trying to slap out the blaze.
"Lucy!" Melissa hollered, again. Once seeing that she would not stop, Melissa pushed her to the ground, stopping her upsurge of pain. Lucy rapidly blinked her eyes, coming out of her angry blackout.
"Stefan! Stefan! Are you okay?" Melissa shrieked frantically, running to his side.
Stefan squirmed timidly about the floor severely wounded. Melissa took the towel he was wearing and covered his naked body. "You're going to be okay Stefan?" She tenderly rubbed his shoulder.
"That bitch got me," Stefan said groggily, still writhing in pain on the floor.
"Lucy, the poison is spreading." Melissa freaked out. Lucy crawled over to them. Her eyes skimmed his battered, bruised, and bloody body. "Oh, my God. What have I done?"
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Caroline woke up from her restless night of sleeping, replaying her conversation with Klaus. She was more concerned about him visiting her, than she was about Stefan's imminent doom.
She pleaded with him not to come to Mystic Falls, and she reminded him of his promise not to return. She held up her end of the bargain. She gave him that one kiss, and she slept with him, which was not part of the deal.
She sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee, and patiently waited for Elena who was seriously late, and she was pissed. She hoped to God that she wasn't anywhere having sex with Stefan. She pushed the thought from her brain when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Elena, you were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Caroline yelled, walking briskly to the door.
She snatched the door open to none other than Klaus Mikaelson.
"Klaus," she whispered in horror.
"Hello, love. May I come inside?"
Caroline stepped out on the porch. "I can't let you inside. I'm sorry."
He gave a vexing laugh. "I come all the way here to deliver blood to save your life and you won't even grant me the courtesy of letting me inside your home?" He gave her an intense scowl.
"You could have sent a tube of your blood over night. There was no need for you to come here to Mystic Falls or to my home for that matter," Caroline chided with an incensed fold of her arms.
"You've been bitten by a werewolf and you expect me to sit idly by and pretend you're not in excruciating pain."
"I have friends. They've been taking care of me."
"….and yet, your friends are not here." He cocked his brow suspiciously at her.
"Everyone needs a break."
"May I see your wound?"
"It's on my ass," Caroline smarted and gave a fake grin.
"Umph, how convenient." He paused. "I know you, Caroline. You're not a good liar, so why don't we stop pretending; be straightforward with me?"
Caroline looked at Klaus. She couldn't lie to him.
"Stefan, your friend, my friend, needs your blood," she pleaded, her palms slapped together.
Klaus's glower intensified to a sinister bearing. "You lied to me."
"I didn't have a choice. Stefan is my friend. He needs my help, and I didn't trust you to do the right thing by him."
"You don't trust me. You lie to me. I'm beginning to think that we aren't friends, Caroline."
"Just give me your blood, Klaus."
"No."
"No? Really, Klaus?"
"Just because you spread your legs for me, love, it doesn't mean I will be your fucking puppet. Have a good day," Klaus replied nastily before walking away.
"Klaus! Klaus! Klaus!" Caroline screamed at the top of her lungs, but he ignored her. He jumped in his vehicle and drove away.
"No!" Caroline broke down and brutally cried.
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Caroline and Elena drove to the boarding house consumed with disappointment and sadness. Caroline felt like she let Stefan down. She could kick her own ass for not being nicer to Klaus and persuading him to see things her way. "Why did I lure him back under false pretenses?" she scolded herself.
"Fuck!" She banged the steering wheel and began to sob.
"Caroline, don't beat yourself up. Klaus will come around," Elena said surely.
"You don't believe that!" Caroline exclaimed hysterically, sniffling.
"Yes, I do. He's angry that you lied to him, but remember, Stefan was his friend, way before you two met," Elena reminded.
They pulled in to the boarding house driveway. Caroline sobered when she saw Melissa and Tyler outside on the steps chatting.
She stared at them for a minute and then rolled her eyes at the sight of seeing them.
"Hey, Tyler," Elena greeted in her raspy, somber voice. She walked over to Tyler, and they gave each other a warm hug. Elena smiled over at Melissa and then she went inside to check on Stefan.
"Hi, Tyler—and Melissa," Caroline said, forcing a grin.
"What's up?" Melissa welcomed.
"Hey, Caroline. How did things go with Klaus?" Tyler asked.
"Uh, uh," she stuttered. "I need to talk to Stefan, first."
"Uh, about Stefan." Tyler stood up, a dreadful look in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is Stefan okay?" Caroline panicked.
Tyler's head lowered guiltily.
"Omigod, Stefan!" Caroline blurted in horror and took off. She rushed inside the house. Seeing a nervous Lucy and a gloomy Elena.
"Caroline! What did Klaus say?" Lucy questioned.
"He's not going to give us his blood. Where's Stefan?"
"He's upstairs resting," Lucy replied, ashamed.
"Screw Klaus!" Tyler shouted from behind.
"Surely there's something that we can do?" Melissa encouraged.
"Oh, whatever," Caroline responded nastily.
"I'm trying to be positive?" Melissa shot back.
"Stuff your wishful thinking up your ass," Caroline went off. She shouldered pass Melissa and went to Stefan with great urgency.
"Fuck you," Melissa started, but Tyler grabbed her by the wrist, halting her from retaliating.
"She's upset. Let her go," he said.
"Stefan, oh, my God," Caroline softly spoke, traumatized by seeing the condition of Stefan as he lay in the bed asleep. She took to his side and lovingly clutched his hand and begins to weep. "Stefan, I'm so sorry. I tried. I promise. Please don't leave me."
Elena looked gloomily over at the bed, seeing the love of her life existence—slipping away.
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Damon left the house, complying with Bonnie's wishes. She cried herself to sleep on the couch. She woke up, placing her hand on her stomach, giving it a dreadful daze. "This is real," she susurrated. Bonnie jerked her gaze around to the door to see Damon and the full blast of the sunlight streaming in to the house behind him. She held up her hand, shielding her eyes.
"I told you I didn't want to see you," she said getting off the couch. She went to the kitchen, turning her back on him.
Damon closed the door to their house. "I know what you told me," he rebuked, looking peculiarly at her with narrowing eyes, his lips twisted. "Can we at least talk about this? You're pregnant—with my child."
"Yes, and we could have dealt with this sooner had you told me the truth from the beginning," she replied coldly, her back still to him.
"I didn't tell you because I was afraid."
She yanked her attention around to him. "You? You were afraid, but somehow you never thought about how I might feel?"
"Well, when you say it like that." Remorse highlighted his face.
Bonnie picked up a plate and hurled it across the room at him. He ducked, avoiding impact. He raced her a perturbed glare.
"Damon, you are so selfish!" She screamed. "I thought we had something. I thought I could trust you!" Her voice wavered with heartache and disappointment.
He walked hastily over to her. "You can trust me Bonnie."
"No. No, I can't. You lied to my face, Damon. We never lie to each other, even when it hurts."
"Bonnie, I love you. I wanted to protect our child," he pleaded.
"From what? Protect our child from what? Me?"
"Yes! You!"
"What is it that you think I'm going to do to my baby?"
He remained quiet, wondering if he should tell her what he truly believed that she would do all this time to their child. "I thought if you knew about the baby, you'd want to return home and have an abortion."
Bonnie's lashes fluttered up and then down, dodging eye contact.
"Bonnie?" he called, awaiting her reply.
"Damon, I don't know what I want, but I do know that I don't want to be around you right now. You lied to me, and I'm finding it really hard to forgive you."
"Yes, I lied to you, but are you seriously thinking about killing my child?" He was growing angrier, his jaw clenching uncontrollably, and his face flushing with passion.
"I don't know what I want to do! I know I am not ready to be a mother, and you were trying to take that right away from me by lying to me, and now you won't leave and let me think about what is right for me and my baby!"
"This is my child, too, and it was not my intention to lie and take away your right to choose. I was trying to do what was best for you and the baby."
"Omigod, Damon! You always do stupid things like this. You make poor decisions and then you make excuses for those poor decisions, and no thanks to you, I got caught up in your impulsive and reckless behavior and now I'm pregnant."
"Since when is it reckless to make love to the person you're in love with? I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me."
"Love has nothing to do with you fucking up."
Damon remained wordless by her argument. A wave of confusion and sorrow showed in his face. He irately circled and tugged at his hair. He tried to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away.
"Bonnie, please. I need to know if you are going to have this baby. I want this baby," he implored brokenheartedly, still wanting to touch her as his hand dangled in the air.
Bonnie crossly folded her arms and glowered at him. "How long have you known about the baby, Damon?"
He sent her a piercing gaze, clenching his jaw.
"The day you tried sending the message back home to the others," he answered, regretfully.
Bonnie face palmed. "Omigod! You son of a bitch," she said belligerently.
"How could you not tell me, Damon? How could you take away my choice?"
"…and how can you even be considering killing our baby?" he expressed passionately.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!" she screamed, her tiny body going rigid with fury. "I know it's my baby, but there's so much at stake. There's the safety of these people and this town. My baby won't be safe here." She breathed. "What if being pregnant affects my magic, and there's also the fact that I'm not ready to be a mother. I'm young. I want to go to college and make something of my life, and what about Elena?"
"FUCK, ELENA!" Damon hit the table with such force that the dishes bounced up off it, tumbling over, and falling to the floor.
"You don't mean that, Damon," she reminded gently.
"I do, Bonnie. Elena has probably found her way back to my brother. This baby will be all that I have. You can't take this away from me."
Damon said his piece and then marched furiously out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him.
He didn't miss a beat as he marched down the road cursing under his breath. He had more than he could stand of Bonnie's altruistic self. It was a beautiful thing when hurting him wasn't part of her decision to martyr herself. Damon walked for so long that he didn't realize that he was in the middle of the woods.
He looked at his surroundings, raging. He wished he could rip someone apart. He'd give anything to free himself of his pain by transferring it onto someone else.
Misery poured over him like a waterfall. He was ready to find the nearest cave, fall asleep, and never wake up. If the wretchedness he felt were not so debilitating, he would have done just that. The encumbrance of his heartache soon conquered his rage, causing him to stop dead in his tracks, and collapse against a tree. He floated down to the forest floor, distress in his baby blues.
He sat on the ground, contemplating ways to make Bonnie see things his way, but he kept coming back to the same conclusion—to respect Bonnie and her decisions, because alas, it was the right thing to do.
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Bonnie was so angry with Damon that she had to go stomping mad out the house, too, and let loose her rage to anyone who listen. She went straight to Zinnia's place. She banged on the door. Zinnia answered immediately. She opened the door to find a hysterical and violently sobbing Bonnie.
"Bonnie! Look at your belly!" Zinnia exclaimed, astounded, helping Bonnie inside. "Come in!" She cleared the couch and directed Bonnie to sit down.
"Can I get you anything?"
"No." Bonnie vehemently shook her head.
"Jaz, take Narian to your room to play. Mommy needs alone time with Ms. Bonnie," Zinnia ordered.
"I'm pregnant!" Bonnie squealed lividly.
"I can see that, and I'm guessing Damon didn't tell you before all this happened," Zinnia revealed, pointing at Bonnie's stomach, her brow sharply lifted, knowing how outrageous it all was.
"Omigod! You and Tupac knew! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Damon promised me that he would tell you himself, and Tupac thought it best that I stay out of your affairs." She halted, thinking. "Bonnie, what are you going to do about the baby? Damon is convinced that you will end your pregnancy, and I am all for a woman's right to choose, but you love him. You will resent yourself if you get rid of his child."
"Stop making this about Damon! What about me? What about what I'm feeling and what I'm going through?" she barked heatedly. "Days ago I was my normal self and today, this foreign entity invaded my body and took over with a vengeance, and I had no clue that I was even pregnant." She took a breather. "Well, I had some clue, but Damon told me that I wasn't pregnant and that I was only stressed and yada, yada, yada, fucking yada," she rambled irately, moving her hands excitedly about.
"Okay, take a deep breath." Zinnia directed her to sit back and get comfortable. She took her hands and slowly breathed in and out. "You do it, too," she said to Bonnie.
Bonnie irritably huffed, but did what her friend requested.
"Now, close your eyes, and tell me how you feel."
"I can't believe I'm pregnant. This is so embarrassing. Damon and I have not been gone for very long and I return home pregnant with his child? To a person looking in, it's as if we have been together this entire time behind my best friend's back! I could see if we were here for years, and then one day, we looked at each other and decided 'Hey—let's make a go of it and start a family,' but no. We have only been gone for a few months—and we're together? We're in love, and I am having his baby? This is crazy!" She blubbered. Zinnia grabbed a hanky and gave it to Bonnie.
"I can't go back to Mystic Falls like this! I cannot have a baby by him now. In time, we will find our way back to each other and then we can start a family, but now he needs to break up with Elena, and in time when she has healed and gotten over him, we can move on with our lives. If we truly love each other, we will find our way back to each other. Don't you think?" She looked at Zinnia, her iris red, and drowning in her wretched tears as she loudly blew and wiped her nose.
"Bonnie, things aren't going to work out that way. You and I both know this," Zinnia urged explicitly.
"You will be miserable with someone else, and Damon will think you don't want him. He'll resent you, and then he'll probably end up with Elena to spite you and that someday will never happen."
"Yes, it will!" Bonnie became bombastic.
"Bonnie, you are so loyal and kind. Many people do not respect or even understand people like you, but I get you. I know you love your friend. I know you don't want to hurt her, but friends come and go and there are plenty of fish in the sea."
"What?" Zinnia's advice caused Bonnie to frown in confusion.
"What I'm trying to say, Bonnie, is that Damon is your soul mate. You only get one soul mate. It is purely coincidence that you two fell in love, but you two are the age-old story of best friends turned lovers. He loves you unconditionally, undeniably, and unequivocally
"All of those words have the same meaning," Bonnie corrected calmly, still sniveling.
Zinnia gave her a deadpan look and said, "Don't correct me Bonnie. I am bigger than you are. I will put you over my lap and spank you," she scolded with an unrelenting gaze, her lips tightened.
Bonnie swallowed nervously.
Zinnia dissolved into a hysterical hoot a few moments later after almost making Bonnie pee her pants
Bonnie gave a soft sniveling laugh. She was too distraught to muster up any more happiness.
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Bonnie left Zinnia's place feeling less partisan by her dilemma, but when she looked down at her pregnant belly all the worries she felt came flooding into her senses all over again. She heaved her fatigued body in to the house and crashed down into the beanbag chair.
She tried sitting up, realizing her now very plump gut was an obstacle to her getting out of a chair. She had a temper tantrum right there, flailing her arms about, kicking her legs, releasing all kinds of negative energy. She started to laugh cry. "The good always gets caught doing dirt, and you know why Bonnie, because they freaking know better," she said calmly, slightly shaken her head.
"Now who the hell is that?" she questioned, peeved at hearing a knock at her door. She battled with the beanbag chair to break free. "Asshole would come over after I sit in that stupid chair. Who wanted that damn thing?" she grumbled under her breathe.
Bonnie opened the door; her entire body went on alert. "What the fuck are you doing here? You are dead, gone with the other side," she said coldly.
"May I please come inside?"
Bonnie pushed the door open and walked to the kitchen area. She went to the counter, and she turned and irritated visage back at the woman. "What the hell do you want? I should kill you where you stand."
"I saw you and Damon in the square a few weeks back. I decided then that I was not going to return to Gardenia in an effort to keep the peace, but my consciences would not let me be. Bonnie, I am sorry for what I did to you. I should have told you that being the anchor would be miserable. We come from a very powerful line of witches. I'm sure there were—there are other ways that I could have saved you." Qetsiyah explained remorsefully, her voice soft and kind as she fiddled with the tassels on her cloak, affording Bonnie all of her attention.
Bonnie gave her a self-effacing and skeptical glance, rationalizing over Qetsiyah's words.
"How did you get here?" She folded her arms in a defensive manner.
"I rode my horse."
"No, how did you get to this planet? How did you know about this place?"
Qetsiyah shifted her eyes guiltily about. "I saw you on the other side speaking with your grandmother, grams. I gave her the spell to help save you. My only condition was that she did not tell you. I feared you might not let her help you if you knew I was involved."
Bonnie's appearance piqued with curiosity. She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
"May I sit?" Qetsiyah asked.
Bonnie gave a slight nod of approval. Qetsiyah sat down and crossed her hands on top of the table. She looked over at Bonnie and bestowed her with a sweet curl of her lips.
"How did you know about this planet?" Bonnie asked, again.
Qetsiyah gave a little chuckle as if entertained by her question. "Honestly, I didn't know this planet was out here. I fudged the spell, it turns out that wording does matter when you're casting or creating an enchantment." She tickled by her own assertion.
Bonnie gave a crooked grin, not wanting to truly open up.
"Excuse me for prying, but I couldn't help but notice that you are with Damon. I thought he was in love with the Amara look alike?" Qetsiyah's eyes tightened with interest.
"Yes, you are prying and it's none of your business," Bonnie replied frankly.
"Yes, you are right. I'm sorry." Qetsiyah's face saddened.
They sat, eyeing each other. The flicker of hope in Qetsiyah's eyes had dimmed, and Bonnie never lost her skepticism of the woman's visit.
"Thank you Bonnie for allowing me to say my peace. I won't' take up anymore of your time." Qetsiyah preceded to get up, but Bonnie halted her with a grab of her hand.
"Don't leave. I know it must have taken a lot of courage for you to come here today." Bonnie smiled as she warmly held onto her hand. "Would you like some tea?"
"Do you make it with the yellow fruit?" Qetsiyah asked.
"Yes, it's my favorite." Bonnie gave a pleasing grin.
"Mine too."
Bonnie poured them some tea and brought it back to the table. They took sips of their warm beverage as their eyes danced about and skimmed their surroundings.
"…so, you're having a baby. Is it Damon's—oops, I'm prying again."
"No, it's okay. Yes, I'm having his baby."
"Mm, you don't seem happy. Is it because of Elena?"
"Part of it is because of her and the other part of it is because Damon lied to me. He looked me in the eye, and he lied to me." Bonnie stared angrily out at the atmosphere, her lips squeezed tightly together as she firmly gripped her cup of tea.
"Lying runs in the family—I see." Qetsiyah rolled her eyes heavenward. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." Bonnie sharply inhaled. "I want my baby, but at the same time, I'm not ready to be a mother and to make matters worse, Elena is like a sister to me. I hate myself for sleeping with the man she loves."
"Oh, Bonnie." Qetsiyah reached her hand over and touched Bonnie's. "Never trust a Petrova. If Elena were in your shoes, she'd be proud to announce her love for Damon and be damned friendship."
"Elena's not like that," Bonnie defended timidly, owlishly fluttering her lashes.
"Elena is like that, and she has already betrayed a friend," Qetsiyah added seriously.
"Who?" Bonnie squinted her eyes, not understanding the meaning behind Qetsiyah's statement.
"Stefan, Bonnie. She betrayed Stefan, and with his own brother no less. Stefan was not only Elena's lover, he was her best friend, and she betrayed him. Elena's selfishness knows no bounds. She'll do whatever to serve her self-gratifying needs."
Bonnie's brow wrinkled with serious thought. "That's why all of this hurts so much. I do not trust that Damon is truly over Elena, which is why I know I should not have this baby," she avowed and rested with compilation.
"Sometimes late at night, I think of what will happen once we return home. I see Damon holding me in his arms, and then the minute he sees Elena, he rips himself away from my embrace and he runs to her," Bonnie explained dreadfully, her eyes glassed over, and focused on thin air. "I don't want to bring a child into a broken family."
"Then make him prove his love."
"He has Qetsiyah. He shows me in every little thing he does and says, but it's easy for him to shower me with all his love and affection now, but what happens when we return home?"
"Please, call me Tessa, and I know a way, but I'm not sure you'd want to use spells and trickery when it comes to matters of the heart," Tessa cautioned, carefully observing Bonnie.
"Tessa, I don't know. After seeing what happened with you and Silas, spells are the last thing I want to bring into this. I don't think it's wise to use magic to win someone's affection."
"No, not to win his love Bonnie, but to find out if he truly loves you." Tessa embraced Bonnie's hand even tighter.
"How do I do that?" Bonnie asked in a childlike manner, unsure of her decision to delve further.
"Bonnie, don't kill your baby. I never had children, and I wish that I had, with Silas. I still love him." Tessa gave a dismal smile and shed a few tears.
"I'm sorry he didn't love you back."
"That's okay. I'm finally over it now." she giggled, wiping away her tears. "Now, where was I—oh, yes. Have your baby, but tell Damon that you'll only have the child under one condition."
Bonnie looked at Tessa, waiting for her to speak.
"…and that one condition being?" She gave a cute chuckle, and Tessa followed.
"The condition being you give him a potion that makes him forget that you and the baby exist."
Bonnie's eyes went like saucers. "No, I can't do that. That's not right Tessa." She got up from the table, walked to the counter, and start looking out the window."
Tessa got up from the table, walked up to Bonnie, and took her by the shoulders. "Do you want to know if Damon truly loves you or not?"
Bonnie shuddered to think. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, afraid.
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Hours later, Bonnie was still thinking over what Qetsiyah had suggested. She even went so far as to have Tessa write out the details of her master plan.
Her thoughts soon solely drifted to the baby. She was split between wanting her baby, and not wanting to be a mother and deal with the drama behind having Damon's child.
She ran her hand over her belly and smiled. She closed her eyes as she remembered when Damon had filled her womb with his seed. Her neither region twitched with desire. She laid back into the couch, tightened her thighs, and shoved a hand between her legs, trying to massage away that wonderful feeling, gushing inside her.
She hopped up on the couch, startled when she heard the doorknob violently twisting due to someone trying to come inside.
Damon staggered in to the house. He sulked in the woods for the longest before trying to drink away his sorrows with Tao. He had drunk considerable amounts of liquor and smoked copious amounts of weed that it seemed like he was moving through a haze.
Damon stumbled over to Bonnie and sat a gift that he had brought for her while out with Tao down on the table in front of her.
He stood over her, an enduring look on his face.
"Damon," she whispered as she stared up at him.
He dropped to his knees and pushed his face into hers.
"Uh, okay," she said and then chuckled.
The tip of Damon's nose rested on her lip and was practically in her mouth.
She gently pushed his face away so that she could breathe. He got up, sat on the table, and looked down on her with a blank expression as he brushed her face intensely with his fingers.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, his foul breath blew in her face as he spoke.
"Oh, God, go brush your teeth!"
"What?" Damon pushed his hand into his face. He blew his breath into his hand. "Shit. What died?" He narrowed his eyes in bewilderment and looked around the room for the culprit.
Bonnie laughed. Her voice put Damon's focus back on her. He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world.
"Don't look at me like that," she reprimanded as she mindlessly pulled at her nightgown trying to hide herself.
"Look at you like what?"
"Like that."
"You're beautiful, Bonnie," he replied gruffly.
They suddenly found themselves staring at each other with a long, spellbinding gaze by the flickering candles. Their eyes took each other in, inch by inch. Bonnie hungrily scanned from his vested shirt to his bulging biceps. Damon's gape wandered over the pulsating vein in her neck, down her cleavage, over her baby bump, and to her soft, shapely legs.
He grew bored with looking. He trailed his fingers as lightly as a feather down her heated, silky thigh, wishing he could nestle his cock in her warm and tight cunt.
He licked his lips. She swallowed shyly as her fingers sightlessly slide over her thigh, meeting Damon's fingertips halfway as they continued to stare yearningly into each other's blazing orbs.
She traced her thin fingers over his strong, veined hand, and gently massaged. She wished that it was his cock in its place as she caressed his hand ever so passionately.
The words 'I love you' collected in her brain but got stuck in her throat.
"I'm sorry, Damon," she said as an alternative. Her stubbornness was undoubtedly stronger than the desirous voice that screamed from within.
"Don't be. I understand."
"You do?" Her voice cracked under the burden of her hopelessness.
Damon exhaled. "No. I don't understand, Bonnie, but I respect your decision. If this is what you want, then I'll be here for you."
She looked into his mesmerizing gaze. It was almost too much to bear.
"Can I say goodbye to him or her?"
"Damon, I haven't made a decision."
"…and you haven't said that you'll have my child either. What am I supposed to think Bonnie?" he questioned, hopping up off the table. He kneeled in front of her once more and laid his head on her belly. He held his hand in the air and spread his fingers, inviting Bonnie to lock fingers with his.
She placed the palm of her hand against his and bent her fingers, locking on to her lover, and he followed suit. They squeezed each other's hands snugly.
Damon rested for several moments, not knowing what to say. He suddenly wished that he hadn't consumed so much liquor. His mind had gone blank. He had no words, not even tears, only massive amounts of feelings that he couldn't put into words.
"What should I say?"
"Say what's in your heart," she answered dazedly, looking impassively down at his raven hair.
"I wish I could meet you," he said and kissed her abdomen through her nightgown.
Bonnie's lips began to quiver. "I can't do this."
She pushed Damon off of her and ran to the bedroom.
Damon sat on the sofa for a spell, trying to gain his composure. There was no way he was going to sleep alone and without Bonnie.
He stood up so fast that he almost fell over. He had forgotten how intoxicated he was. He dragged himself to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He hoped that the cool water would help to sober him.
As he walked back through the living area, he noticed the leather bag containing his gift. He picked up his gift, peeped inside, and grinned.
He entered the bedroom and looked over at Bonnie who was still crying. He tossed the gift on the bed and then clumsily removed his clothes. He removed everything but his underwear. He crawled across the bed, laid down beside Bonnie, blanketed her with his muscular arm, and clutched her securely to him.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"No, I don't hate you, but I'm angry with you. You lied to me. You've never lied to me."
"I was afraid Bonnie. You've been so set against being with me because of Elena. I thought surely once you found out about the baby, you'd be enraged, and you would go out and do something crazy like get rid of my baby."
"Is that all you care about is this baby? What about me and what I want? What about my fears?"
He softly shook Bonnie, angry at her words. "You know I care about you, it's not all about the baby, but put yourself in my shoes. What if you were a vampire, and one day you were offered the gift to procreate and you believed from the moment you were turned a vampire that you'd never be able to reproduce, again?"
She lay their pondering over his question. "I'd feel the same way that you do, but I would let you know what happened. I would let you know that there was a possibility that you could be pregnant, so that you could prepare, but you did not give me that chance, and real love is about trust and honesty. If I can't trust you, how can I be with you?"
"I fucked up Bonnie. I fucked up bad, but I was afraid. I was afraid, okay?" he explained overpoweringly, shaking her in his arms. He turned her face to his so that he could look her straight in the eye. "What is your decision? I need to know. You're showing. The baby has a heartbeat; this is our child, it is not a blob of blood anymore. Our baby is growing inside you," he imploringly pleaded, pressing his hand strongly against her stomach.
"I want to go back home. I want to look at my options."
"…but Elena will be there?" he questioned, doubt and worry lining his voice. Hearing him vacillate gave Bonnie pause and angered her.
"I'm not returning home to see Elena, Damon, it's about our child, remember?"
"Yea, I know that Bonnie, but won't seeing her affect your decision?"
"…so, this is about her?" Bonnie yanked away from his embrace and turned her back on him.
"It's not about Elena!" he yelled, turning red, veins popping in his neck. He stared at the back of her head, waiting for her to turn around and face him, but a couple moments later she still had her back to him and had not parted her lips for him to even hear her take a breath.
"I don't need this shit. Fuck this," he spat lividly.
Bonnie yanked the sheet away from him and covered her head with the pillow. Damon raced her a nasty look before grabbing his pillow and stomping out to the living room.
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Stefan lay in Damon's bed, waiting for the inevitable in surprisingly great spirits. He had only one wish in his last several hours of life and that was to be near his brother's belongings.
While laying helplessly and weakly in bed, he truly contemplated over his entire existence on Earth and what he wanted for his life, henceforth, and ironically, he was ready to die.
When Stefan thought about all the lives that he had taken, his lust for blood, and how he had to struggle day in and out with it, he recognized that Tyler biting him was the best thing that could've happened to Mystic Falls and everyone in her.
There was nothing tethering him to the world anymore since he had lost the two people that he had loved the most, Damon and Elena.
While Stefan was upstairs, he could hear all his friends downstairs discussing other options that would save his life. He was surprised to hear even Enzo have some input on the matter as well.
"God, I hate those motherfuckers. They're still trying to save me," he slurred.
"Sh, try to get some rest."
Lucy looked guiltily down at Stefan's grayish, sweaty body with poisonous black veins that were monstrously consuming him.
"Stefan, I'm sorry I lost my cool. You would have longer to live if it weren't for me." She quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes, not wanting him to see her cry.
"I guess I should forgive you. How can I stay mad at the best lay I ever had?" He gave a cocky grin.
Lucy giggled. "We did have some amazing sex, it sucks that it has to end."
"I'm not dead yet baby. You can ride this cock until I meet my maker," he said hoarsely, weakly opening his eyes.
Lucy chuckled and leaned into him for a kiss.
Stefan's brow lowered and lifted hurriedly when he heard Klaus's name being called downstairs.
"Klaus is here. I can hear the blonde freaking out," he said feebly.
"Oh, God. He's here to save you." She beamed euphorically.
Stefan peered at her through tightly crinkled eyes, hiding his true feelings.
"How do I look? I want to look good for the narcissistic piece of shit."
"Behave Stefan. I want this man to heal you, not murder you," she warned.
"I'm dying. Why do I have to behave? I can think of a few people I would like to see suffer before I die. First, Elena, and then Klaus." He laughed at his remark.
"Most people make peace with their enemies, but you rather see your enemies die."
"Misery loves company sweetheart."
"Klaus! You're here?" Caroline inquired excitedly and began to shed tears of joy.
"I'm here because of Stefan," he stated aloofly, giving her the cold shoulder.
"Thank you! Thank you so much for doing this for me!" Caroline said gratefully.
"I'm not here because of you." Klaus gave her a look designed to peel her hide and then ran upstairs to see Stefan.
Caroline flushed with shame.
Stefan listened acutely as Klaus's footsteps crept slowly across the wooden floor as he made his way to him. Clack, clack, clack his shoes went as he drew nearer. Stefan heard as Klaus entered his room first; he snickered when Klaus cursed because he had entered the wrong room. "Are you fucking kidding me? Trying to make a grand entrance here," Klaus griped.
"Excuse me, love. Where the hell is Stefan Salvatore?"
"He's in Damon's room," Casey answered.
"Thank you."
Stefan keyed in on Klaus's heavy footsteps, again, as they headed in his direction. Stefan bemoaned and tried to sit up in bed.
"Don't move, just try to relax," Lucy advised as she patted Stefan's brow with a cold towel.
"Klaus," he called, trying to alert Lucy to his arrival.
Lucy and Stefan stared at the door as Klaus fumbled with the doorknob. Klaus was here to save him, so he claimed, but Stefan couldn't help but laugh at the man's lack of urgency to get to him. "I'll be dead by the time he opens that door."Stefan gave a soft chortle. Lucy grinned in response.
Klaus finally opened the door to the room with as much urgency as he did when walking down the hall.
"Hello, old friend," Klaus greeted with a coy grin.
"Friend? Unf, funny," Stefan replied and choked out a laugh. His comment elicited a low chuckle from Klaus.
"Hello, Klaus. I'm Lucy Bennett," she welcomed as she held out a hand for him to take.
"Hmm, a Bennett witch," Klaus greeted as he took her hand. He kissed the back of her hand and gave her a smoldering gleam of his eye.
Lucy gave an odd grin, mystified by his behavior.
"May I have a word alone with my friend Lucy?"
"Please," she replied happily.
"Everything is going to be okay," Lucy whispered in Stefan's ear and kissed his cheek.
She hurried out of the room and Klaus's eyes remained glued to her ass until she disappeared. "Umph." He licked his lips and turned his attention back to Stefan.
"How much?" Stefan questioned.
"How much for what?"
"The cost of your blood, because I know there's a price."
Klaus smirked at his remark before taking a seat in the chair next to the bed.
"I don't want to see you die, Stefan. Is that so hard to believe? If you die, I won't have anyone here in Mystic Falls to bully."
"…and you're sure this is not about a certain blonde?"
"This is not about Caroline, and I resent the implication," Klaus answered sternly. "Now, are we going to keep bickering like an old married couple or are you going to let me feed you my blood?"
Stefan looked at Klaus with an absorbent gaze as he thought about how to deliver the bad news. "I don't want to be saved Klaus."
"What?" Klaus susurrated, stunned.
"It's time," Stefan affirmed.
"What about this bloke?" Klaus inquired, picking up the picture of Damon and Stefan from off the night stand.
Stefan looked at the image and his eyes began to water. He reached for the picture. Klaus met him halfway.
"I let him down. I didn't bring him home," Stefan said somberly as he looked at the picture with glistening eyes.
"If you die, Stefan, your brother's death will be in vain."
"NO! You can't die!" Caroline screamed as she came bursting in to the door.
"Get her out of here," Stefan groaned, riled all up by her invasion.
Caroline's outburst had inadvertently alarmed everyone else in the house. Stefan blinked and soon everyone was standing around his bed, including Matt, Alaric, and Jeremy.
"Klaus, give him your blood!" Caroline demanded indignantly.
"He doesn't want to be healed! I will respect his wishes," he blurted crudely.
"Stefan, what is this?" Elena asked, racing to his side. She sat on the side of the bed and leaned ever so closely to him.
"I want to die Elena. It's my choice."
Elena closed her eyes, squeezing out tears.
Caroline went ballistic. She tried to impale Klaus with a ballpoint pen sitting on the bedside table, to get his blood, but Klaus grabbed the object in mid-swing.
Caroline enraged more so as Klaus held onto her like vice grips, ensnaring paper. She tried repeatedly to jab him, but her attempts were futile.
"Stop this, Caroline!"
Stefan heard someone shout before drifting off.
"I want to speak to Stefan-alone," Elena said demandingly, yanking her horrified peepers around to the others.
They filed out of the room one by one. All but Caroline who had to be dragged out of the room by Klaus.
"I'm sorry Stefan for all the pain that I've caused you," Elena said contritely.
"Are you kidding me," Stefan replied incredulously through dry, cracked lips, and snorted.
"I've done terrible things. I've been so selfish, and I broke your heart," she sniffled.
"You are a terrible person. Now I'm going to close my eyes and die now."
"You don't have to die, Stefan."
"There's nothing left for me here," he clarified.
A disappointed look covered Elena's face.
She wrapped her hand around his and continued to look down on him through her glossy, whisky eyes.
"Elena," Stefan called faintly to her.
"What is it? I'm here."
"I-," Stefan trailed off and drifted out of consciousness, yet again.
"Stefan! Stefan!" Caroline screamed as she came running back in to the room, pushing Elena off the bed. "You can't die on me! You can't leave me! Oh, God, please! I love you! I'm in love with you!" she cried through her declaration.
"I love you," slipped from Stefan's lips, his eyes still closed.
"Stefan! No!" Caroline continued to violently cry out, not even hearing his last words.
Stefan's eyelids were now too heavy to even open. His life force began to slip away. "Damon," he murmured one last word.
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Damon woke up the next morning, finding Bonnie not there. "Of course, she's not here." He rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed. He grabbed the gift that he had purchased for her and then moseyed lazily to the kitchen, tiredly scratching his head as he went. He stopped abruptly in his tracks when he saw her sitting on the couch. Her feet perched on top of the coffee table and her hands resting on her knees.
"What?" he questioned rudely, placing his hands on his hips, crumpling his brow curiously at her.
"The reason it is hard for me to come to terms with this pregnancy is because you lied to me for one—"
"Oh, my God! We've established that I lied," he blasted enraged, cutting Bonnie off, and throwing his hands madly up in the air.
"Let me finish!" She raised her voice even louder.
"…and," she pronounced. "I'm afraid of what everyone in Mystic Falls will think of me." She lowered her head in shame.
Damon simply observed her, surprised by her proclamation. He walked over to her, placed his gift on the floor, and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. "You're afraid of what they'll say when they find out you're now dating the man who was the monster of Mystic Falls for so long. The man that has done every inconceivable thing that can be done and to your friends no less," he expressed seriously a meaningful aspect in his eyes.
Bonnie fluttered her contrite orbs back up to him, "Something like that," she said.
"You're embarrassed of being with me?" he gave a gloomy chuckle.
"No, I'm not embarrassed of you. I love you. I want to shout how much I love you to the world; what I'm embarrassed about is what they'll think of me being with the man that my best friend loves with every fiber of her being."
Damon's head fell back. He was filled with frustration. He closed his eyes, trying to work through everything that was expressed to him, and he could only come up with angry rebuttals and words that he knew would be more harm than good if he let them out into the world.
"Boy." He shook his head exasperatedly. "You and Elena are very different."
"…and what does that supposed to mean?" Bonnie huffed.
"She didn't let anything or any one stand in the way of our relationship. She loved me completely and unconditionally," he enunciated with antagonism.
"Are you still in love with Elena?" she asked calmly, her face unreadable.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" he questioned madly.
"Answer the question? Are you still in love with Elena?"
"Bonnie, you know I love her, but I'm not in love with her. I've made my choice. I want you."
Bonnie vaulted from the sofa, slightly pushing Damon out of her way as she went. She marched over to the kitchen table and grabbed a tiny, cobalt blue flask that was half filled with a clear liquid. She grabbed the tube and held it in the air.
Damon stood up, looking keenly at the bottle. "What is that?" he questioned, his eyes thinned to slits, inspecting the vial.
"This is my decision."
"Ugh, excuse me." He twisted his face with a confused grimace.
"It's pretty clear that we don't belong together Damon, but I don't want to kill my child, but if I keep this baby, you'll never stop wanting to be a part of my life."
"Cut the bull shit Bonnie. What do you want? What do you want me to do to prove that I love you, and only you, and not Elena, because this is what all this voodoo shit is about, am I right?"
"It's not voodoo," she said sassily, crossing her arms cockily, and feeling proud of herself in this moment.
"Yes, this is degrading witchcraft at it's finest. You don't think I know how insecure you are about being with me? I've been around for over two centuries, honey, so don't think I can't tell when my girl is insecure and unsatisfied." He rested, waiting for her reaction. "I know you are afraid of fully committing to me because of those negative little voices in the back of your head that keep whispering, 'Elena. Elena," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "…and I know you are afraid—and it is not because you've expressed it at every turn either. I know you are afraid because no matter what I do, or no matter what I say, you won't believe that you are the only one for me."
"I want to believe that I'm the only one for you Damon, but when you lie to me, which is something you did with Elena, it's clear to me that you don't love me, because lying is the selfish and despicable thing that you did when you were with her, but we are supposed to be different." She dropped off. "At least that is what I wanted to believe."
"Okay, give it to me. Come on, give it to me?" he demanded, snapping his fingers as he held his hand out for the elixir.
She walked over to him and held out the bottle for him to take. He grabbed the bottle and removed the top. He sniffed it and then looked at her. "Okay, what is this, and what will it do to me?"
"It's a vanishing spell, and once you drink it, you will forget me and the baby."
Damon diverted his wide-eyed gape directly to her emerald green, misty-eyed blinkers. He stared at her for a moment, fear and reluctance in his eyes and then back at the elixir.
"I'll forget my love for you and my child?" he whispered hauntingly.
"Yes—yes," Bonnie stuttered with apprehension. Damon absentmindedly dropped the jar to his side and blindly walked back to the couch, devastated by her stipulation. He plopped down on the sofa, still thunderstruck. Bonnie sightlessly reached for the kitchen table chair. She pulled out the chair and then lowered herself to sit, almost missing the chair completely. She scooted back in her seat to secure her rump.
A deafening mute fell over the house as Damon thought about Bonnie's ultimatum.
"Maybe some other time or place, perhaps, I can be a father to my child, and I can be with the woman I love and not worry that she believes that I don't love her." He inhaled, lowering his lashes to shut out the morning light. "I wanted to give you this last night, for the baby." He gave a miserable chuckle. "…or to you, you are my baby, too." Damon grabbed the bag from underneath the table; he dazed at it for a few seconds.
"Last night, I stopped by the booth with those ugly stuff animals." He fell back, giving a gloomy chortle. "I stopped by the booth with the ugly stuff toys. You know the place, and ironically, the lady had a bear that reminded me a lot of mister cuddles," he explained as he looked down at the bag containing his gift. He undid the latches and pulled out a stuff teddy bear that was identical to mister cuddles.
Without saying a single word more, tears dropped from Bonnie's eyes, and rolled down her cheeks. She was as still as a statue that had been newly washed with rain water that dripped dropped from the fractures.
"It's beautiful, Damon," she whispered disbelievingly.
"What should we call him?" he asked vaguely. "We can call him mister cuddles," he said, looking up at her and bestowed her with an angelic grin.
"I can't think of a better name," she spoke softly, giving him a dismal half grin.
"I love you, so much, Bonnie. I never thought I could feel this way for anyone," he expressed passionately in his deep, raspy voice.
His declaration sent chills up Bonnie's spine. For the first time she felt and was seeing the great magnitude of his love.
Damon knew Bonnie wouldn't say the words back, but he didn't care, because he got to have her and share this amazing life with her for however brief it was.
Bonnie became teary-eyed. She slightly smiled through her quivering lips at this incredible moment she was sharing with Damon.
She got up and rushed to him. He quickly stood, preparing himself to receive her. She took him into her arms and pressed his frame tightly against hers, squeezing his neck stringently, and kneaded his strong jawline with her warm cheek.
She turned her lips hypnotically to his. They kissed each other passionately and deeply. She kissed him ever so profoundly it was as if she wanted her entire body to be submerged in his.
He broke away from the kiss and showered her face with sensual moist pecks. She shut her eyes tight and enjoyed his loving caresses.
He soon remembered what he wanted to do to her earlier as he lifted her nightgown and began trailing sweet smooches over her pregnant belly.
Bonnie threaded her fingers through his hair as he kissed her stomach. She realized she should make him stop, but she couldn't. His soft, cool, mauve lips felt like heaven against her flesh. She could get use to this wonderful feeling during her entire pregnancy.
"No, Damon. We shouldn't," she whined.
Damon didn't care. He wasn't going to let Bonnie take this moment away from him. He looked up at her, letting Bonnie see all his pain and the desire in his eyes, and Damon could see the imploring look in hers.
"I won't let you take this away from me," he said sternly, his piercing blue eyes staring right through her and straight into her soul.
He gave her his trademark smirk and went back to kissing and massaging her belly to his heart's content.
"Damon, I love you, forget everything I said. Make love to me," she lamented. Damon stood up, and in a flash, he downed the elixir, drinking every drop. "There, it's done." He slammed the bottle down on the table and marched out of the house.