A/N: ****This story is an AU/OOC. Let's pretend all this shit happened on the show…LOL!*****
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 14: Outlander
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.
Bonnie walked to the door and watched him march up the pathway with a, pleasing grin on her lips. She closed the door and squealed with happiness. "He loves me!" She blushed blissfully.
Damon marched up the trail in his undies. On lookers gave him baffled glimpses, disdained rolls of their eyes, and snickers, but he did not care, because soon he would lose everything. He was a broken man. He kept on angrily marching, marching through the swinging doors of the tavern, in only his underwear, bare feet, and bare chested. He hopped up on a bar stool, profusely grinding his jaw, his peepers' dim, the light in his eyes completely gone.
"Give me a bucket of the strongest shit you have in this God forsaken place, please," Damon commanded rudely.
"One purple, yellow dragon's tail coming up," the bar keeps said in a gruffly voice. Damon gave the man a crinkled, baffled gape once hearing the name of the drink. He shook his head incredulously and went back to being utterly pissed with Bonnie. The man slid his drink across the bar. He captured his goblet and wasted no time delving into the liquor. He turned up the mug and guzzled down the amber liquid as if he were appeasing dehydration.
Tupac came moseying up to Damon, grinning hilariously down at his undies. "Damon, my friend. Did you forget something this morning?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" he growled.
"Your pants, man. Where are your clothes?" Tupac gave an amused chuckle.
"Bonnie is what happened to my clothes."
"Yes, Zinnia told me that Bonnie knows. I guess the worm is out of the soil."
"What?" Damon gave an annoyed snort. "Don't you mean the cat is out of the bag?" he hissed.
"What?" Tupac furnished him with a nark splutter. "What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would a cat be in a bag?" He frowned.
"Oh, my God, I'm surrounded by idiots." Damon shook his head.
"…so, what of you and Bonnie?"
"Nothing, that's what. I should be forgetting her and my child—," he said, looking down at his invisible watch. "…in a minute now," he continued despondently.
"Why would you forget them?"
"…because that was her damn ultimatum. I had to choose the blue or the red pill?"
"…and you chose the pill that makes you forget?" Tupac's brow knitted in a perplexing frown.
"This is going to be the longest fucking conversation of my life." Damon dragged a hand down his face exasperatedly. He turned up his jug and finished off the rest of his drink.
"Bar keeps, another drink for my friend here."
The bar keeps slid another liquor down to Damon, and he dove right into his beverage like before.
Tupac peered worriedly over at his friend. "Tell me of the woman you love?"
"You know Bonnie. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, do you love her?"
"You know I do! What's with all the dumb questions?" Damon nagged.
Tupac chuckled.
"…but yes, I love that evil little witch who stole my fucking heart and my baby." He peered sinisterly at his chalice. "I want to wound my hands around her little neck and choke some ever-loving sense into her beautiful little head." He paused. "God, I hate women," he slighted.
"Is she going to keep the baby?"
"Yeah, that was her condition. She keeps the baby as long as I am not around to see my child grow up, crawl for the very first time, take its first steps, speak its first word, but I would do anything for Bonnie. If she told me to take off my ring and walk straight out into the sun—I would. I'd burn at the stake for the little witch." He gave a blissful chuckle, fixating his dreamy-eyed gaze at the yellowish-brown liquid in his bleaker.
"What kind of life do you picture for you and Bonnie?"
"Oh, wow." He gave a precious chortle. "I'd buy her all the finer things in life, a nice ride, a big fancy house, bigger than the shit we live in now." He gave a snickering grunt. Tupac spit out his drink with a cackle in response.
"I suspect we will have about two point five kids. You have to have a dog. We will go to my brother's house on Thanksgiving, and he and his family will come to our home on Christmas. I would take her anywhere in the world she wants to visit. We will have a little girl and a little boy." He dropped off with a pleasing grin.
They talked about Bonnie for well over an hour before Tupac interrupted. He let out an embellished howl. "Damon, I'm beginning to think your woman tricked you."
Damon turned his wide-eyed gape deliberately around to Tupac. "Fuck! That potion was that yellow fucking tea! Little bitch!" He slammed his tumbler down on the counter, smashing it to pieces.
"Don't you mean—little witch?" Tupac said mockingly and then gave a wink.
"Today—she's a little bitch," Damon replied infuriatedly, viciously clenching his jaw. Tupac fell out of his chair, laughing. "Bar keeps! I need a barrel of the good stuff! It is going to be a long night!" Tupac broadcasted loudly, still highly amused.
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Someone rapt urgently at the door. Bonnie sprang happily off the couch, and ran to the entrance as if she knew whom her visitor was.
"…so, what happened?" Tessa inquired eagerly, a huge grin on her face.
"He loves me." She dangled. "Selflessly," she gushed.
"He drank your little concoction. Well, good for him." Tessa laughed. "This calls for a celebration."
"I know, but I can't help but think of how angry he's going to be with me once he finds out that my vanishing hex was nothing but my favorite tea," Bonnie explained, concerned, taking cups from the cupboard.
"He's going to be pretty pissed, but the twitching in his loins will definitely fuel a strong desire in him to forgive you. Trust me on this."
They giggled, again.
"Oh, so this means I probably better sleep with him," Bonnie replied mawkishly.
"Yes, I think he deserves some pussy Bonnie. Don't you think? You toyed with the man's emotions for heaven sakes." Tessa shrugged as if Bonnie were being absurd.
"Tessa," Bonnie warned, embarrassed by her colorful language.
"Well, that is what it is called, a pussy, a man's greatest downfall," Tessa joshed.
"You are a mess," Bonnie replied, walking back to the door to welcome another guest. "Hey, Zinnia!" she radiated.
"My, you look happy. You and Damon must have patched things up." Zinnia bestowed Bonnie with a pleasing gleam. She walked unseeingly in to the house, her focus solely on Bonnie. She deterred her peepers out to the living room. Her eyes bulged with happiness at seeing Qetsiyah.
"Tessa it's so good to see you," she said chipper, making her way hastily over to give the woman a hug. "Tessa I had no idea you knew Bonnie."
"We met the other day in the square."
Bonnie widened her eyes knowingly at Tessa. She winked, and Bonnie bit down on a snicker.
"Tessa brings her goods here to our little town to be sold in our market. She dwells in a great city far from here. What is the name of your homeland, again?" Zinnia probed.
"Westeros of Kings Landing, near Winterfell," Tessa stuttered, blinking her eyes guiltily over at Bonnie.
Bonnie could not keep a straight face. She circled around, trying hard to contain her amusement.
"…and your people?" Zinnia continued to pry.
"The white walkers." Tessa nervously cleared her throat.
"I would love to visit your home one day. It sounds like a beautiful and very interesting place." Zinnia pressed a hand faintly to her chest, impressed by Tessa's little white lies.
"I need to visit the washroom?" Tessa was fighting her mirth as she scurried off to the ladies room.
"Okay," Bonnie choked out, still tickled by Tessa's inflammatory falsehoods.
"Bonnie, are you crying?" Zinnia inquired worriedly. Bonnie's eyes were watery, and her face flushed. She slowly turned around to face Zinnia.
"Oh, no. I think I got something in my eye." Bonnie wiped away her jovial tears and fanned her face.
In the bathroom, Tessa was dying with hilarity. The sounds of her laughter drifted through the washroom door.
"Boy, she's really happy in there. I wonder what she's doing," Zinnia said, looking suspiciously at the bathroom door.
"Yes, I wonder. Would you like some tea?" Bonnie blurted, circumventing the situation.
She went to the stove to pour the woman some tea.
Zinnia sat down at the table, eyeing Bonnie anxiously as she impatiently wiggled about in her chair. "…so are you going to tell me what happened between you and Damon, or not?" she exclaimed, practically bursting at the seams.
"My, my, aren't we nosey." Bonnie giggled.
"What are we talking about?" Tessa snooped, rushing back in to the room.
"She wants to know how things went with Damon and me."
"Oh." Tessa aroused with interest.
They all sat around the table, waiting to hear Bonnie's tale of tells.
"Well, things started out pretty heated. Damon did not understand how I could consider abortion, and now that I think about things, I don't know how I could have considered such a thing myself." She took a breath.
"I'm ashamed to say this, but I've been insecure about Damon's love for me for some time now. He has shown me in many ways how much he loves me, but if you had witnessed the determination he had in winning over Elena, you would understand why I have been so insecure. Well," Bonnie vocalized with a sparkle in her eyes.
"A little birdy gave me an idea, so I decided to present Damon with an ultimatum." She blinked her eyes sheepishly, feeling out Zinnia's mood.
"Well!" Zinnia squealed with fervor.
"I told him if he wanted me to keep our child, he would have to take a vanishing potion that would make him forget the baby and me. I let him know that I do not want to be the third wheel in his love affair with Elena—in a roundabout way."
"You did what?" Zinnia shouted angrily.
"What's wrong with what she did?" Tessa asked, offended. She gave the woman a twisted up scowl.
"Bonnie, I get that you are insecure, but games are for children. You are a woman now, and how can Damon have a sneaky love affair with Elena when he is here with you? I'm not so sure he will have an affair with her after you return home!"
"…but everything's okay! He drank the potion, which is not even real. He won't forget about the baby or me, and now I know he loves me," Bonnie babbled shamefully.
"Oh, my, so to make matters even worse, the potion is not real."
"Zinnia, I don't get why you're so upset with me." Bonnie folded her arms, bothered.
"I don't either to be honest. Bonnie needed to know. She was worried and distressed, and last I checked, being worried and stressed is not good for the baby," Tessa advised tenaciously.
"No, it's not, but I like Damon, and you too, Bonnie. I want to see you both together; it's bad enough that he lied to you, and now that you've done this—I don't know what will become of you two," Zinnia expressed woefully.
"Zinnia, maybe you should have a little faith," Tessa said riled.
"Tessa, there's no need to get your bloomers twisted. I only want what is best for Bonnie, and besides, you barely know her." Zinnia gave her a sideways glance.
"You are right. I hardly know her, but if Damon truly loves Bonnie, he will understand why she did what she did, and he will sympathize with her feelings. Yes, he may be angry for a spell, but true love conquers all, and any one truly in love would know that," Tessa argued sassily with a cross of her arms, and a roll of her neck.
Zinnia reviewed her with a hawkish gaze, contemplation written in her deportment. She sighed deeply. "Perhaps you are right. Maybe I'm being too cynical."
"No," Bonnie replied, resting a comforting hand on top of Zinnia's. "You care about me. You remind me of my grams." She smiled.
"Aww," Zinnia gushed.
Tessa splayed them with a jealous gawk. "Whatever," she grumbled.
"Tessa, don't be rude. We might become as close as family, too, one day." Bonnie bequeathed her with a dazzling grin.
Tessa took Bonnie's hand, enfolding it snuggly. "I'd like that."
"Okay, so now that we've made up, let's talk about how you're going to pamper and woo Damon, because that man deserves some pussy!" Zinnia grind her hips against the chair, snapping her fingers in the air. Tessa howled and fell all over herself with cheerfulness.
"Oh, my God. I'm surrounded by two horny, foul mouth women." Bonnie face palmed and shrunk down in her seat, mortified. Zinnia and Tessa dissolved into a loud cackle all over again.
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"I want to speak to Stefan-alone," Elena said demandingly, yanking her snobbish 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.
"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," he said unfeelingly.
"You don't have to die, Stefan. Klaus is here to save you."
"There's nothing left for me here," he clarified.
A disappointed appearance tinted 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.
"I'm here Stefan."
"I-," he 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.
"Oh, my God, he's dead," Caroline, cried through the words as she clung to Stefan for dear life.
"No, it can't be," Lucy whispered, astonished.
"Stefan? Stefan?" Elena called, shaking his inert body, but he did not respond.
Tyler balled up his fist, angry. Melissa clung tightly to him, watching him worriedly with glazed over eyes. "I'm sorry, Tyler," she said through her light sobbing, gently rubbing his back.
Klaus glowered at Caroline as she cried over Stefan's body.
Enzo could not believe what was happening before his very eyes. "I was sure he would see his brother, again," he expressed remorsefully, his hand covering his agape mouth.
"I do not think he is dead. His skin still has color," Lucy said skeptically. "Melissa, Casey, help me," she burst out as she ran over to Stefan.
"Excuse me," Casey said to Caroline.
"No, I'm not leaving him!" Caroline screamed hysterically.
"Caroline! Stop this!" Alaric yelled, disappointed with her behavior. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her out the way.
"No! No!" Caroline yelled.
"They're trying to save his life!" Alaric loudly reproached her rudely behavior.
Caroline tried gaining her composure. She looked over at Klaus, her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
"Can you save him?" Elena asked frantically.
"I'm going to try," Lucy replied. She began to chant. She recited the same spell as she did when she sent Bonnie and Damon the silver box. She had no clue where Stefan would go but she hoped that somehow, he would end up where Bonnie and Damon were.
Lucy passionately chanted her magical mantra along with the others. They finally succeeded in getting the portal to open but it still was not wide enough to send Stefan's body through.
As time ticked on, they began to bleed from their noses. Their bodies were fatigued, but they continued to chant.
"Don't give up," Tyler said, his voice wavering with emotion.
The portal began to open wider.
Stefan's body began to levitate about the bed as the gravitational pull from the portal lightly tugged at his lifeless figure. A burst of light exploded from the gateway and grabbed hold of his body. Elena raced to his leg and firmly grabbed ahold of him.
"No you don't!" Caroline bawled and zoomed over to his other leg and gripped it for dear life.
Soon, the portal forced them in and closed. Lucy, Casey, and Melissa passed out after exhausting all their efforts to try to save Stefan's life. The others hurried to their side with concern.
"Where did they go?!" Jeremy shouted in disbelief.
"Lucy! Come on love," Klaus called to her with a caress of her face. He ripped open a vein in his wrist and fed her his blood.
"Excuse the fuck out of me, but can I have some of that." Tyler shot him a disgusted skewed glance. Klaus held his wrist over Melissa's and then Cassie's mouth, feeding them some of his blood, too.
Lucy slowly blinked her eyes, opening them to find herself in Klaus's arms. "Did we save Stefan?" she asked woozily.
"It depends on what you mean by 'Save.' If sending him to—God knows where, then he's saved." Klaus shrugged and gave Lucy a cheeky grin.
She collapsed back into his arms and rolled her eyes heavenward at his sarcastic remark.
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Stefan began to come to. He tried to open his eyes, but a great force was pushing against his eyelids. He tried to open his mouth, but he could not part his lips.
Am I moving? Oh, God, I'm moving.
As Stefan moved at the speed of light through the portal, he could feel extreme sensations of cold and hot. He could tell when it got brighter and extremely dark. He wondered if he were truly dead. He had always assumed that death was nothing, a black void.
Oh, God. Did Lucy send me through the portal? My brother. Damon must be where I am going, his brain raced with theories.
Stefan began to feel annoyed with his current state. He was ready to land, to place his feet on solid ground, and to view the ambiance.
Moments later, he got his wish. The threshold spit him out onto new Earth and it quickly collapsed in on itself. His face hit the ground with great force, shattering his jawbone upon impact. His knees then collided with solid ground. He continued to tumble down the hill, cracking and breaking more bones as he went.
His violent arrival soon came to a brusque ending. His adrenaline slowed, forcing him to deal with the aftermath of his terrible accident. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth through the excruciating agony he felt, as he lay sprawled out on the lush, green grass that he could not enjoy because of the piercing discomfort he felt.
He lay there for several moments, healing, and collecting his senses. He lethargically pushed himself from off the ground and searched his surroundings for any signs of life. He turned on his vampire hearing and immediately heard the same waterfall as Damon did when he first arrived. He raced off in the direction of the sound of water. He ran for what seemed like days but still he could not find the waterfall. He looked out into the distance, noticing a mountain. He then looked up at the sky.
"Whoa," he said, astonished. He was thunderstruck by the large, blue sun, hanging in the atmosphere.
As he stood around, listening to the sounds of nature, a great hunger for blood came over him.
He jerked his head in the direction from where he heard snarling and growling off in the distance.
He took off again in the opposite direction of the loud, snarling beast. He decided to head for the mountain, but like back on his home world, the mountain always seemed closer than it really was.
After running through the woods for hours, Stefan could no longer ignore his hunger. Finding a place to lay his head would have to wait. He began to hunt for food, and like Damon, he had a hard time finding a source of life to quench his hunger and blood lust. The sun had now disappeared, giving way to twilight.
He moved with great effort to a tree to rest his body. He observed his environment judiciously with his vampire vision. His eyes widened in amazement when he saw a pile of small branches that had been set afire. He crawled over to the heap of ashes and sticks.
"This was someone's campsite," he said, astounded by his findings.
He studied the campsite a little while longer before going back over to the tree, which would be his bed for the night.
"Damon, please be here," he whispered, looking up at the sky.
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Bonnie managed to fall asleep despite her guilty and nagging conscious about what she had done to Damon. She squinted as she looked out the window at the beautiful day. Every day on Gardenia was beautiful and each new day seemed to top the one before it, no matter if it was raining or not.
She turned her gaze to the door. She could hear Damon piddling around in the kitchen. She smiled when she heard him loudly mumbling as he shuffled around the room. She sat up in bed still watching the door. She could not wait to see his face, but a small part of her knew that he was going to be in a mood.
She looked down at her belly, expecting for it to be bigger than the day before. She pressed her hand against her stomach and massaged. She closed her eyes. Her mind went back to the day that she and Damon had made love. Her libido pulsed, and her stomach tingled as she tried to remember how he felt inside her.
"I'm pregnant with Damon's baby," she said lower than a whisper, grinning with ecstasy.
She started playing the conversation she had with Tessa about sleeping with Damon over in her brain. Her ancestor did not need to tell her to make love to the person that she had been thinking about—fucking since the first day they made love. She could not ignore that Damon had made the ultimate sacrifice in drinking the elixir, knowing that it would make him forget his child.
She walked to the doorway and watched him carry a bucket of water to the bathroom. She blushed.
Damon came out of the washroom, empty bucket in hand. He gave Bonnie an incensed frown.
She swallowed hard, nervous. "Morning," she greeted reticently.
"What's so fucking—good… about this morning?"
She lowered her gaze remorsefully down at the floor. "I'm sorry Damon. I needed to know if it was really me that you wanted."
"Yes, because having a motherfucker tell you he loves you every waking moment of your day just isn't enough."
"Really, Damon?" She paused with an annoyed huff. "You aggressively intruded your way into Stefan's and Elena's relationship in every plausible way, and you don't think that I should have reservations about you still loving her?" She gave him an incredulously grimace.
"Well, now you know," he answered coldly. He gave her a serious eye roll before slipping passed her to gather up some clean clothes from their bedroom.
"You smell like you took a bath in a barrel of a liquor," she ridiculed. He ignored her offensive words.
"Are you preparing the shower for me?" She asked, still trying to strike up a conversation with him.
Damon diverted her an evil pout as he held up a shirt that he had picked out. "No," he enunciated. "The bath is for the one that smells like they went swimming in a barrel of liquor." He twisted up his face, annoyed by her illogical remark.
"Ugh, whatever. Fuck you," she sassed, peeved with his behavior. She folded her arms, stomped off to the living room, and practically threw herself down on the sofa.
Damon stormed across the room to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Bonnie remained on the couch, pouting. She expected Damon to be angry, yet it still aggravated her that he was being so adamant about giving her that—the cold shoulder.
A half an hour later, Damon exited the washroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His beefy pecks glistening with droplets of water that he did not bother to dry off. His hair was handsomely slicked back on his head, giving way to his beautiful, angelic face.
Bonnie sat up on the couch, a desperate and longing look, adorning her heart shaped face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes moist, from her endless swooning over a half-naked Damon.
She leaned way over on the sofa, peeping in to the bedroom as he disrobed and covered his body with essential creams. He massaged the cream into his strong, veiny hands and then rubbed it all over his body. He inadvertently stroked his limp cock, causing Bonnie to salivate in her horniness even more. He leaned over the bed and grabbed his pants. Bonnie could practically see his penis hardening and growing instinctively in size, his mere touch instigating such a powerful urge.
Damon looked around to see Bonnie staring at him. He contorted, and loudly closed the door.
"Ugh," she gasped, livid by his reaction.
She bounced off the couch and marched wrathfully in to the bedroom. "Don't slam doors in this house!" she rebuked heatedly before she could whip the door fully open.
"Oh, yeah, and what are you going to do about it, give me a potion?" he said coolly, slipping his shirt over his head. Bonnie grabbed him and whirled him around to face her.
"I love you, Damon. I'm sorry. I needed to know, okay?" She started out infuriated with him before turning into a sniveling mess. "I love you so much. I want you in my life, and I want a family with you." She violently cried as she pillowed her face into her hands and plopped down on the bed.
"I do not want you to hate me. I was afraid. I don't want to get hurt," she wailed.
Damon dropped down to the bed, now sitting next to her.
"Your crocodile tears won't work on my honey," he joshed and sent her a grin.
"Fuck you!" She jerked her attention around to him and started slapping him across the chest. He captured her tiny wrists within his hands, still smiling. "You are so beautiful, Bonnie," he said hypnotically.
"You mean that?" She immediately stopped crying at hearing those magical words escape his lips.
"Damn right I do."
"You're not angry with me?"
"Hell yeah, I'm angry with you. You tricked me. You had me feeling like shit and walking half naked across town. Who does that kind of shit to the person they love?" he bitched, his face puckered with irate.
"I know." She gave a miserable giggle.
"Honestly, if tricking me is what it took for you to see how much I love you, then I guess I can learn to live with this very low point in our relationship."
"Oh, but you lying to me wasn't a low point in our relationship?"
"See, why do you have to keep bringing that up?" he whined.
"…because, you were wrong Damon!" she exclaimed and then gave an incredulous chortle.
They looked at each other, bestowing one another with silly grins. Damon grabbed the tail end of his shirt and whipped her face.
"I should probably take a shower," she said, rubbing his knee tenderly.
"Yeah, you should brush your teeth, too."
"Hey!" she squealed, mortified. She beamed up at him a few seconds more before, wiping a little more moisture from her cheek. "Where do we go from here?" she asked.
"Uh, I don't know. Considering everything, maybe we should take it slow. You have—or had, rather, many misgivings about me, and I lied to you. I'm not sure that's how a relationship should start out. You?" he asked.
"Yeah." Bonnie dropped off, her eyes filled with disappointment. "When did you decide all this? It seems like you put a lot of thought into this decision."
"Well, after learning your potion was a sham." He chuckled lightly. "I spent some time being angry, betrayed, and depressed, and then I got to thinking about how I use to pester Elena. I thought about how I practically bullied her into wanting me." He looked seriously at her.
"I don't want things to be like that between us. I love you, too, much… and defying all possible global scenarios, you might love me… a little bit," he said hesitantly, misery, smearing his vocals. A glum grin painted his face as he waited for her to affirm his beliefs.
Bonnie nodded, her eyes, saturating with cheerless tears. "Yeah, you're right. The lying and the trickery should give us serious pause."
"It should, especially now that a child is involved. I need to be sure that us being together is right," he added.
They remained hushed, hurt and disappointment reflected in their moon-eyed daze.
"Okay, I better take a shower. Will you be here when I return?" she inquired.
"No, I got to go to work, but I'll come straight home. If that's what you want."
"Yes, I'd like that very much," she replied.
Damon got to his feet. He romantically regarded her, a virtuous smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you later." He started to walk out, but he looked back at her before leaving the house for good.
Bonnie watched the entrance for a minute. She folded her legs into her chest, laid her head in her lap, and shed a few tears. "You fucked up Bonnie," she articulated.
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After getting out of the shower, Bonnie discovered that she could not fit any of her clothes due to her plump tummy. She was wearing a red throw for a skirt and a halter top. The halter along with her bulging belly made her look like baby Huey.
"Who's there?" Bonnie said in a raised voice as she peered over her shoulder from the kitchen table.
"It's Zinnia!"
She went to the door and opened it for her friend.
"I'm glad you're up," Zinnia blurted excitedly as she entered the house with a large bag in hand.
"Hey," Bonnie welcomed unresponsively, looking down at the large sack that the woman was toting.
"What are you wearing?" Zinnia wrinkled her nose at Bonnie's attire.
"The only article of clothing that will fit me, that's what." She gave a lopsided grin.
"Turn around, let me see you."
Bonnie huffed irritably with a scowl but did as requested.
Zinnia pushed the throw down off her waist to get a better look at her baby bump.
Bonnie could not believe she was allowing Zinnia to be so pushy with her, but deep down, she enjoyed her motherly attention.
Zinnia took Bonnie by the shoulders and laughed. "You are definitely going to need what I have brought you," she said cleverly. "After visiting with you yesterday. I realized that you were going to need new clothing, because everything I've given you so far is too skimpy," Zinnia said, rushing to open the large bag. She pulled out nothing but short, halter and slip dresses, some were multi-colored, and the others were one solid, flamboyant color.
"Try on these here. I want to see how they fit," Zinnia demanded as she placed several of the dresses in Bonnie's arm.
Bonnie looked unsurely at the garments. She began to feel self-conscious, again, as she thought about what Damon would say and how he would react to seeing her in one of the dresses. Though a part of her was shy, and not prepared for his attention, the other part of her couldn't wait for him to gush over her new, sexy outfits.
Bonnie sifted through the small pile of dresses, searching for that perfect one to model for Damon. She laughed at herself when she thought about what she was doing. Instead of going for the dress that seemed the most comfortable, she was actively seeking out the sexiest dresses to turn Damon's head and make him swoon over her.
After careful examination, she decided on an orange halter dress with a dash of golden specks throughout. She removed the throw and took off her top. She slid the dress over her toned body.
She looked at her reflection, put her hands on her hips, and puckered her lips at herself as she flounced around in front of the mirror. She loved the dress and how perfectly contoured it fit to her figure.
"Hey, Bonnie!" Zinnia called.
"Yes!" she replied as she ran her hands seductively over her dress, digging the way she looked in the sexy, little orange outfit.
"Tessa, left this morning. She will be back. She wanted me to tell you."
Bonnie frowned and yanked her scowling gaze to the door. "Why didn't she tell me herself?"
"I don't know Bon's! Maybe she did not like the thought of saying goodbye! She seems fond of you! Seems odd, giving that you two don't share blood, and she hardly knows you!"
"Yeah," Bonnie answered pitifully, as she looked abstractedly at the mirror. "Maybe, we'll come to know and care for each other like family someday. You think?" she inquired.
"Maybe! Wow, you really like her! I hope you don't like her more than me!" Zinnia sassed, jealously lining her voice.
Bonnie giggled. "Zinnia, I could never like anyone more than you!"
"Good, now come out so I can get a look at you!"
Bonnie sighed deeply before exiting the room.
"Oh, my. You are a ray of sunshine," Zinnia gushed as she placed her hand over her chest. "Look at your belly. You are curvy and sexy." She did a little jig, winking at Bonnie.
Bonnie averted Zinnia a gloomy daze. "I spoke to Damon," she revealed.
"I was going to ask how things went with you two. He and Tupac stayed out late last night. He said that Damon was angry with you for tricking him."
"I'm well aware of how angry he is with me. He didn't hide his feelings from me when I saw him this morning," she expressed, distraught as she moseyed over to the sofa and languidly lowered her body down to sit.
Zinnia came and sat down beside her and grasped her hand snugly. "Don't worry. I know you two will work things out. You are both so passionate, but I am glad that you have finally gotten all the insecurities you feel about him out of your system."
"I don't think that matters now. I may have gone too far."
"No." Zinnia gave a knowing grin. "I agree with Tessa. I think that Damon loves you—unconditionally so that all the disappointment and displeasure he feels for you now, will dissipate. He will forgive you, and things will be better than ever before."
Bonnie directed her depressing features back at her. "I hope you are right, because this morning, he made it seem as if us being together was a mistake."
"Yeah, that was this morning." Zinnia laughed. She leaned into Bonnie and gave her a tight squeeze. Bonnie melted into her arms, lowered her lashes to close her eyes, and gave a hopeful grin.
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Two weeks earlier in Mystic Falls
Elena and Caroline grabbed hold of Stefan before they were sucked up into the threshold. They traveled through the portal for several moments not able to speak or see their surroundings. Suddenly, things did not feel quite right to Caroline. She opened and closed her hand. Stefan was no longer in her grasp.
Elena, that bitch, she screamed in thought.
Stefan! Stefan! Elena yelled internally. Stefan was no longer in her clutches and that once great hope she felt of seeing him again diminished. The portal soon spit them out; they collided harshly down onto the ground in front of the boarding house.
"Ow!" Caroline moaned in pain.
"What the hell!" Elena gasp as she propped herself up. She fitfully looked around, only to find that she was still in Mystic Falls and at the boarding house.
"You bitch! This is your entire fault!" Caroline screamed hysterically.
"Mine?" Elena screamed back and then slapped Caroline across the face.
Caroline hit Elena back and before she could catch her bearings, they were both rolling on the ground, pulling at each other's hair and kicking one another.
"Should we break this up?" Matt asked.
"I don't have time for this shit. I need a beer," Alaric said and walked off.
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Three days into Stefan's arrival, he still could not find a good source of food. He ran across tons of trees that yielded the yellow fruit, the purple fruit, and even the verdant. He loved the verdant fruit, as its bittersweet taste was heaven to his taste buds. He consumed tons of the fruit; the verdant was to him what nicotine was to a smoker.
As he leisurely strolled through the woods, bare foot, and still looking for food, a torrential down pour descended upon him. Hunger had him so consumed and desolate that he did not notice the water, pooling up around his ankles as he wandered along.
"Whoa," he uttered, once seeing the water rapidly rising around him.
He sprang to life. He vampire sped through the woods. His desperation to find a place dry to lay his head and hopefully find something to feed on was now essential.
He flew through the forests at the speed of sound. He alerted when he saw the bluff ahead. There was no time to stop. He had to keep forging ahead if he planned to make the jump.
He hit the edge of the cliff, hard, propelling his body forward. His legs and arms waved erratically about as he flew through the air. He landed on the other side of the precipice. He hit the ground at an incredible velocity. He balled himself up before rolling across the forest floor until some bushes brought him to a complete stop.
He got to his feet and searched the area before taking off, again. He ran for another half an hour before coming upon the same rock-facing that Bonnie and Damon had run across.
He smiled when he noticed the cave that was built into the crag. He leaped on it and began the long steep climb. His ascent was a battle as he was bare foot and the jagged edges in the rocks cut into his feet, but he endured the incredible pain because the reward of making it to the top was much greater than his sufferings.
He climbed inside the cave; he crawled across the floor on his elbows. He was exhausted and wounded from his hike up the cliff. He looked around the grotto as he lay on the ground, hoping he would find rodents or anything in the cave that would provide him with a source of blood.
Stefan soon passed out from exhaustion; he was so exhausted that he did not even notice Bonnie's and Damon's leaf beds, boulder table, and their handcrafted dishes.
He was dead to the world, but hunger brutally awoke him from his deep slumber. He wiggled his toes, glad that his feet had healed. He beheld his new environment. He peculiarly studied the thick, leafy beds and the boulder table. He took a whiff of the cave, noticing his brother's scent. He grinned.
"They were here," he whispered, pleased.
A little life began to flow back into him once again. Now his desire to find Damon edged out his craving for blood.
Stefan leaped out of the cave in search for more signs of Damon.
"What the hell is that?" he questioned, stumbling upon the first signs of life, which was one of the slug creatures. The creature was creeping up a nearby tree.
"Not the most attractive looking animal but blood is blood," he said before zooming to the tree, but the moment he touched the sapling, the animal took off.
"What the fuck?!" He thinned his eyes in disbelief. "Goddammit!"
Stefan took off in the direction of the animal which lead him to the little lake where Bonnie and Damon hung out away from the cave. He beamed at the sight of the crystal, clear water. Unlike Damon, he wasn't as cautions. He ran to the water and dove right into the pond, hoping to find life in the lake, as he took the water into his mouth and washed the dirt away from his face.
As he swam, he wished that the water were a pool of blood. Stefan's focus sidetracked when he spotted household items sitting on the embankment.
There by a boulder sat four of the little twig baskets that Damon and Bonnie used to carry things to and from the campsite back to the cave.
He swam to the bank, climbed out of the water, and grabbed a basket. After discovering the baskets, he located a pair of socks sitting on a large rock. They looked as if they had been washed and left there to dry. He picked one of them up and took a whiff. He let out a loud chuckle.
"This is definitely Damon's sock. He was here."
Stefan's lifeless grasp let go of the basket. The basket hit the ground, did a little bounce, and rolled towards the pond. His eyes veined red, waves of darkness fluttered across his face, and his incisors elongated. He smelled human flesh, and it was glorious to his senses. He heard the horse trotting towards his direction and a woman singing.
He took cover in the bushes. He needed to capture this human. He needed to feel their blood swish around in his mouth and to lace his dagger-like teeth with their sweet ambrosia.
The woman hopped off her horse and lowered the hood of her tasseled cloak, still singing. She removed a metal pot from her sack and went to the pond to collect water.
Stefan's eyes went round and wide as peach pits at the sight of the beautiful maiden before him. He surreptitiously stepped out from the bushes. The hairs on the maiden's neck rose from her skin. Her pail slipped from her listless fingers. She swiftly stood up and whirled around to meet her foe.
"Qetsiyah, come to me my love," he sneered sadistically, holding out his hand for her to take.
Qetsiyah's orbs widened and thinned at the sight of him before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "Oh, sweetheart. You wish that you were Silas," she affronted and sent him a smug sneer.
Stefan withered with humility, and then enraged. He rushed to Tessa, grabbing her shoulders, and tried taking a bite out of her. She wielded her dark magic against him. His knees contacted the ground and he hugged his head as pain rippled through him, tearing, and twisting his muscles. Tessa took his chin between her finger and thumb and looked down on him with a vain grin.
Stefan whimpered and groaned as the pain that he felt slowly subsided. She lowered herself down to look him the eyes. She gazed into his eyes nostalgically before kissing his lips sensually. "You want me?" she whispered against his mouth before licking, sucking, and nibbling on his lips and tongue. She pivoted her head, and magically cut a small slit in her artery.
Stefan hissed, vamped up, and bemoaned at the sight and the smell of her magical plasma. "Please," he implored, almost coming to tears. "Let me have you," he pleaded with a desperate sadness.
She pushed his head into her neck. He latched on with greed and began siphoning her blood ravenously.
When she felt he had enough, she would attack him with her power. He broke free. He grunted and moaned as if he were fucking her.
"Yes, kiss me," she purred. She crashed her lips into his, kissing him insatiably. Stefan ripped her garment open, pushed her to the ground. He yanked her dress above her waist and ripped off her panties. He pulled his harden penis through his pajama bottom opening and impaled her drenched, tight pussy with his engorged cock, and started to angry fuck her. He pummeled her ass into the dirt.
Tessa screamed and held on so tight to his shirt that she broke the skin in the palm of her hands and bled.
"You wish I was Silas, don't you bitch," Ripper Stefan uttered and let out a sadistic, moaning chuckle.
Tessa simply smiled and said, "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
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It was well into night and Damon still had not returned home as he promised Bonnie. She tossed and turned in bed, not able to sleep because he was not there. Being without him two nights in a row was too much to bear. She climbed dejectedly out of bed and went to the kitchen to make her some tea to help calm her nerves. She sat down at the table that same gloomy look in her eyes.
She directed her attention towards the door when she heard the handle rattling. Damon tiredly entered their home. He looked over at Bonnie, giving her a depressed mien. "Hey," he said dryly.
She frowned and turned her gaze back out to the kitchen. He regarded her for a moment with his hands on his hips. He walked over to her and sat down at the table. He did not speak. He simply beheld her.
"You promised that you would come straight home after work," she spoke up, sternness in her voice.
"I was, but I needed some time to myself, and on my way back, I ran into Tupac. He wants me to accompany him and some of his men on a trip to collect jewels to make day walking rings. Well-." He shrugged. "To steal jewels for day walking rings."
Bonnie stared at him but held her peace.
"Are you going to say anything?" He gave her an incredulous gaze.
"You can do what you want Damon. You made it perfectly clear that you don't want me," she replied callously.
He gave a dubious chuckle and sat back in his chair, slapping his hands down on his face. "This is so ridiculous." He paused. "Look, I want you in every conceivable way, but it is obvious that you don't want me. You shy away when I touch you. You do not believe that I love you and only you. I only said all those things this morning because I want you to know that I am willing to take it slow. I want you to be my girl, my woman—my wife."
Her intense deportment softened. "…but this morning you said that giving all that has happened, you lying, and me tricking you made you wonder if we were even right for each other."
"Yeah." He blew out his cheeks. "I did think that, but after talking to Tupac, and listening to some of the things that he and Zinnia went through when they first got together, I realized… we are not so different. Every couple has their ups and downs, but I'm not sure we are even a couple Bonnie." He stared seriously at her.
She stared straight back into his eyes and found herself without words. They remained there, not talking. Damon stood up and looked down at Bonnie. He softly drummed his fingers on the table, giving her a cockeyed grin. "Well, I'm tired. Goodnight B." He kissed her cheek and went to bed.
Bonnie lingered behind in the kitchen for the longest, finishing her tea, and mulling over their conversation. She picked up behind herself and washed out her favorite tea cup. She went to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway, her restless gaze swung over to Damon; they were burning fanatically for him. He was laying on his side, his eyes restlessly open. She believed him to be asleep.
She went to her side of the bed and crawled under the sheet. Damon closed his eyes when he heard her coming. She laid on her back and focused her eyes on the brown of the ceiling. She glanced over at Damon, that same desirous look in her eyes.
She inched her way closer to him. She teased his raven locks with her fingers before trailing, steamy, sappy kisses over his face. He curled his toes in response to her fondles; it was all he could do to not seize and ravish her.
She started kissing his mouth. She slipped her tongue into his orifice, hopping it would rouse him. He faked a moan and turned on his back, sprawling himself across the bed. She sat up on the bed and hiked up her nighty. She straddled his waist and grazed her moist mouth over his pecks. A happy grin furled on his lips. He peeked down at her, his insides doing somersaults and the blood rushed to his cock.
She continued to sweep her lips down his abdomen. She stopped at his waistline, grabbed a hold of his pants, and tried sliding them down his legs. Damon shifted on the bed and slightly thrust his hips forward, holding his pelvis away from the bed long enough for Bonnie to slide down his bottoms.
She lowly chuckled once realizing that he was fully aware of what she was doing. She took a hold of his semi-hard dick and sensually licked the bulbous head. His cocky grin turned goofy with extreme delight at where this night was taking him.
She circled her tongue around his dickhead fervently, causing his cock to swell and lengthen. She wrapped her mouth around his member. He lamented and looked down at her with lazy eyes. Seeing her suck his dick made him harder. She slurped as she sucked on him and tightened her grip around his cock as she stroked it forcefully. Her lewd affections triggered grunts and moans to escape from his vocals.
She sucked on his shaft and paid homage to his testicles. She was greedy for him. Her actions displaying how in love and attracted she was to Damon.
He curled his toes and bemoaned a little louder with every stroke of her hand and swipe of her tongue. She stood up on the bed, slid hurriedly out of her panties, and took off her nighty. She lowered herself back down on top of him and embraced his hardened member. She brushed her craving, drenched cunt against his bulbous before pushing herself down onto him.
She whimpered with proclivity as his girth expanded and crammed her tight, sheath. She slowly grind into him. Damon lifted and lowered his observation, weakened by her glorious pussy. He caressed her pregnant tummy before taking her by her tiny waist and plowing into her. She pressed her hands against his hard chest, anchoring herself. She squeezed her eyes closed and began to gyrate into his ravenous thrust.
Her gyration intensified as she milled and circled on top of him with vigor. Damon conceded and went limp under her passionate fucking. He grunted loudly when his ejaculation hit. His cum shot into her, gravity pulled his warm liquid love, causing it to flow out of her, bringing her to pure ecstasy, knowing that he was filling her with the thing that she craved the most—his cum. She bounced her heavenly rump robustly on top of him, initiating that sweet suctioning, and clapping sound that he loved as she milked every drop of his cum.
She bounded on top of him until her orgasm caused her hankering hole to undulate through her gut and horny slit. She froze and giggled with liking. Damon hummed with pure delight at feeling her pussy clench around his penis.
Bonnie rested until the luscious pulsing of her cunt came to a full stop. She released a pleasurable sigh before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. She rolled off him and fell sluggishly to the bed. She nestled her tiny body into his armpit. He kissed her forehead before covering her with the spread. She closed her eyes, smiling. His actions mirrored hers as she brushed her hand across his chest.
"I can't believe you did that. I didn't think you had much sexual experience, being that Jeremy is the only other man you've been with," he muffled lazily, sporadically placing sweet kisses to her face.
"Was it okay?" That was my first time doing that," She queried shyly, feathering her hand softly across his pecks. "You bring something out in me," she said dreamily.
"You were very passionate. I love the way you make me feel," he said, staring straight at her. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a woman like you choose me." He tiredly blinked his lashes, his voice happier and huskier with reflection.
"I'm lucky to have you, too. You are my guy. I love you. No one's going to take you from me," she declared.
"I want to start a family with you," he added.
"I'd like that," she floated with delight. "…but you know what would make this night even more memorable?"
"Yeah, what's that," he replied sexily.
"If we shared blood. You haven't fed from me in a while."
He grinned. "Yes," he crooned, holding his hand up for her to take. She grasped his hand, threading her fingers through his.
Damon propped himself up on his elbow. Bonnie rolled over on her back, staring up at him. He skated his fingers down her naked arm. The move made her tingle. She closed her eyes and lightly gripped the back of her pillow.
He dawdled his fingers down her neck. She giggled, tickled by his light brushing of his fingers against her skin. She leaned into him and pushed her head deeper into the pillow, exposing more of her neck to him. He kissed her pulsing vein. He had slight reservations about feeding from her while she was pregnant.
He opened his mouth and extended his teeth. He bit carefully into her soft, warm flesh. His luscious, mauve lips now flush against her scorching skin. His mouth and tongue lightly tugged at her membrane as he fed from her.
She panted, lowly as her feet dug into the mattress, as she traced her fingers through the back of his hair.
He pulled away from her. He tilted his head back to the ceiling; a bloody grin covered his face. He licked the blood away from his lips and fangs before biting into his wrist. He turned to her; her eyes were already on him. He pushed his bloody gash to her mouth. She suckled from his wrist as if his blood her only life source.
"That's it," he whispered as she licked and sucked on his wrist.
Her mouth left his wrist and hurried to his lips. He gluttonously kissed his blood away from her mouth and twirled his tongue avidly around in her warm aperture, relishing in the taste, and the feel of her. She was real, and she was his mate.
Their quixotic and endearing kiss became depraved and all-consuming in nature as they bit, sucked, and licked each other's mouths and tongues lizard-like. They wanted each other profoundly. Damon scurried down to her belly, pouring mushy pecks to her flesh mercilessly. Nothing would stop him from paying homage to the woman carrying his child.
She squeezed his head tight, pressing his face into her stomach, wanting him inside her, yet again, as she let out a blood curdling moan, and shed a few tears.
Damon found himself being able to enjoy Bonnie's pregnancy the way he desired from the moment he heard his child's heartbeat inside her.
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