Track #8- Overdose
Boy, I want off of this roller coaster
You take me high just to bring me down
Oh, when you bring me down…
Bonnie and Damon were together only two more weeks before the shit hit the fan.
Before Damon realized their murderer was Alaric.
Before Esther turned Alaric into an Original vampire to kill her children, tying his lifeline with the doppleganger's.
Before Bonnie and Damon left to store Klaus' body.
Before Ric died in Damon's arms.
And Elena was turned.
…
They brought Alaric home that night and neither of them could form a sentence on the drive back. Bonnie kept thinking about how her oldest friend had died without her there. That instead of fighting each other they should have been protecting each other. And now she couldn't even say goodbye.
Damon held her hand the whole way home.
His best friend was gone and had died while literally fighting him. He didn't do the killing but he felt responsible all the same. If he'd been there for him more instead of so wrapped up in his own relationship he would have noticed sooner that something wasn't right. He should have been able to stop this from happening to him.
"What are we gonna do?" Bonnie asked him. Like he was supposed to have all the answers.
"I don't know, anymore."
"We did everything we were supposed to do. We got Klaus sharing a body with one of his hybrids. We hid him, saved his bloodline. Saved you… We did everything."
"I know."
They drove quickly and made it to Mystic Falls General within an hour. Damon led Bonnie by the hand into the hospital in search of his brother. They found Caroline, Jeremy, and Matt all standing in a hallway.
Matt got to her first, clutching her and crying, "I'm sorry, Bonnie, I was trying to get her out of town, we were trying to save her, and-"
"Shhh-I know, Matt, I know," Bonnie murmured repeatedly.
"Bonnie," Caroline said. She was leaning against the wall and staring at her feet.
Damon left Bonnie with her friends and entered the morgue where Stefan sat staring at Elena's lifeless body.
Damon looked at her and felt his gut clench. The last time he had talked to her she called him a liar. But once upon a time he had loved her... hadn't he?
"Stefan?"
Damon put a hand on his shoulder and Stefan shrugged it off.
"Stefan."
"No."
"Stefan, you can't sit on here like this. Come on," Damon tried to urge him out of the room.
"No, Damon. She's-"
"I know, come on. You need some air," Damon dragged his brother up by the arm and Stefan twisted loose and pinned Damon to the wall of refrigerated lockers.
"No!"
They were interrupted by a wracking cough coming from the table and when Damon looked again, Elena was no longer lifeless.
"Stefan," she gasped, and he was by her side instantly.
"I'm right here," he told her, holding her hand.
"Oh, shit," Damon said.
"Damon? You're here." She looked at him and smiled.
Damon only raised his eyebrows at her more.
The door swung open behind them and Jeremy entered the room with Caroline and Bonnie right on his heels.
"Elena!" he sighed, and ran to her, shoving past a still stunned Damon.
"What happened? Where are we?" Elena sat up and looked down at her damp clothes.
Bonnie gasped, "Is she-?"
"Yeah," Damon nodded confirmation.
"Elena, look at me," Stefan called for her attention. "You are going to be fine. You and Matt were in an accident."
"What?" she looked around the room at all the faces staring back at her. "Matt? Is he okay? Where is he?" Tears were already choking her voice as she looked around for him.
"I'm here, Elena," Matt stepped into the room but hung back by the door. "I'm okay," he croaked.
"Oh, thank God," Elena exhaled with a laugh. "Oh, I thought for a second…." She smiled in relief and looked at the mournful faces surrounding her. "If he's fine and I'm…"
She finally looked down at the hard metal gurney she lay on, then back up at the steel drawers on the wall.
"Stefan…?"
"Earlier today, when you passed out, your injuries were more severe than Dr. Fell let on," Stefan told her softly. "She used Damon's blood to help you."
"So? What does that mean?"
"Means you're in transition," Damon butt in, "You're becoming a vampire."
Bonnie wasn't sure if her and Damon should stay or go until Elena reached out to her and Bonnie couldn't help herself. She gave Elena a huge hug.
"I'm so sorry, Elena," she whispered with tears in her eyes.
"Oh Bonnie, it's okay. I forgive you," Elena told her graciously.
Bonnie pulled back to look at her former best friend, with her brown eyes glistening with a myriad of emotions that Bonnie could read just like a book: she was relieved she was still kind of alive, and scared of transitioning, but also nervous, low key excited, and happy that Bonnie was finally apologizing and ending their stalemate. Bonnie knew her inside and out and it seemed Elena still didn't know jack.
"I meant, that I'm sorry you died today. I'm sorry this happened to you, Lena," Bonnie said with a sad shake of her head. "And I'm sorry about Alaric," she said, since obviously Elena wasn't thinking about him at all.
"Alaric?"
"Yeah, the man who loved you like you were his own daughter, whose life was connected to yours, he died tonight. And he doesn't get to come back," Bonnie bit back her own tears.
"Oh my god, Ric," Elena gasped. And there it was: the pain in her eyes as she finally thought of someone else.
"Yeah. Take care, Elena," she turned to her ex-boyfriend, "Jeremy, I am so sorry."
She ducked her head and slipped out of the room, before Elena could start bawling.
Damon wasn't fortunate enough to miss the waterworks. She was suddenly collapsing, gasping and sobbing and Stefan was scooping her up off the floor and carrying her from the room.
Everyone left standing there was quiet for a moment before Jeremy asked "Where is he?"
Damon looked at the poor kid and sighed. "He's out in the truck. I'll bury him."
"No. We're gonna do it right this time."
Caroline spoke up for the first time since she walked in the room, "I can talk to the people at the funeral home, get them to take the body."
"People will have questions," Damon shook his head.
"I can handle questions," Caroline rolled her eyes.
Damon studied the three kids standing before him and realized they weren't going to let this go. And he didn't want them to, he wanted to do right by Ric too.
"Okay. But we do this smart. Nobody else can know."
….
The funeral took place the following morning. Damon and Bonnie arrived together to say goodbye to one of the best men either of them had ever known.
Everyone shared a memory of Alaric, but when Damon spoke about losing him Bonnie lost it. She was just so tired of burying people she cared about.
Matt came and put an arm around her shoulders and she buried her head in his chest, taking comfort in a steady strength that hadn't failed her yet. Bonnie knew he needed that hug just as much if not more than she did so she held on even longer.
She held onto her friend so long she didn't see when Elena sidled up to Damon and thanked him for bringing Alaric home to her and for saying such, well, not all kind, but heartfelt things about Ric.
Bonnie didn't see what prompted the exchange between the two, but she did catch the hug at the end and the look on Damon's face when he let her go. And she definitely saw his face when he finally looked over at her and realized she had been watching. That face that said he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have.
Bonnie cut her eyes to something else, anything else, and they landed on Stefan. He was watching, too. She walked over to him and hugged him as well. "How you doing, Stefan?"
"Another day in paradise, right?" He flashed her a small, there and gone smile.
"How's she doing?"
"She's holding it together, for now," he said. "But… I don't know. She never wanted this life for herself."
Bonnie had a million lame platitudes at the tip of her tongue: she'll be fine, it'll all work out, these things happen. But none of that seemed sincere or even near the truth.
"Yeah… just uh, don't let her kill anybody? She can't handle that."
Elena and Damon were heading back to them and Bonnie steeled herself.
"Hey, Bonnie," Elena began.
"Hey."
Both of them waited for the other to continue and when neither did, Damon took the lead, "So, Elena. I can't help but notice you're not snacking on the locals yet. What gives?"
"Damon," Elena sighed, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter at hand.
"What? We all know you're going to do it. You can't leave little Jere-Bear to his own devices, he'd get himself killed within the week. The only question is, what are you waiting for?"
"Leave her alone, Damon," Stefan said quietly, though secretly he agreed.
"I wanted to do this for Alaric before I… decided anything," Elena answered with her eyes on her feet.
"Like there's anything to decide. It's not a death sentence; you're just scared. Think of it as a lifestyle change. A high protein, liquid diet," Damon teased as he draped an arm around Bonnie's shoulders.
"Yeah, a liquid diet that comes with an unquenchable bloodlust…," Elena shuddered.
Damon grinned down at Bonnie, "Among other things."
Bonnie hid a coy smile; she knew exactly what other lusts were unquenchable.
Elena only shook her head at them and, taking Stefan's hand, she turned to leave.
"Just drink the blood, Elena. Stop all the theatrics," Damon called to her.
She paused and turned to stare back at him. Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, but didn't say anything. She just continued on and leaning on Stefan, they left the cemetery.
"Come on, it's over now. Let's get out of here," Bonnie said.
Damon stopped her before she could step away and he pulled her back into him, placed his hands on either side of her face so she couldn't look away. "I love you," he told her softly. He watched her eyes carefully.
"I love you, too, Damon," she answered honestly. "But I would really like to leave this creepy ass cemetery, now."
Damon chuckled at her. They were going to be fine.
"This is not a creepy cemetery."
"It's a cemetery; it is creepy by design."
"Oh please, Honey, I've been in way creepier cemeteries."
"Okay see, that just makes you creepy, too," she reasoned.
Damon scoffed, but he couldn't exactly argue with that.
….
That evening Damon was hanging around the Boarding House to help Stefan watch Elena as she completed the transition. Caroline and Tyler joined them and they made it an impromptu welcome-to-the-living-dead party.
Stefan wanted to immediately take her hunting for local wildlife, but Elena wanted to follow Damon's lead and learn the perks of vampirism before dealing with the part she dreaded most.
So Damon gave her a blood bag and they all took her out for a run.
"That was amazing!" Elena gushed after running circles through the town so fast no humans could possibly see them.
"See, it's not so bad being a vampire, is it?" Damon said. They had returned to the boarding house and Damon was pouring himself a drink.
"Yeah, yeah. You were right, Damon. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Well, it never hurts to have it confirmed every now and then," he smirked.
"Whatever," Tyler cut in. "Elena, the hardest part for me was feeding. But after you get over that, you'll be fine. Life pretty much went on as normal."
"Normal?" Caroline laughed. "You were snacking on people for breakfast for weeks! That's not normal! No, as soon we get her a supply of blood bags, then she'll be normal."
"Right. Actually, there's something else she's going to need first," Stefan held up his hand and wiggled the finger that held his daylight ring.
"Bonnie hasn't made you a daylight ring yet?" Tyler asked.
"Well, we haven't exactly been talking lately." Elena and Caroline exchanged looks.
"Yeah well, good luck with that," Damon chuckled.
"What does that mean?" Elena asked him.
"It means you've pissed off your only witch and now you need her help," Damon said smugly.
"Damon, can't you talk to her, reason with her?" Elena whined.
"And why would I do that? I'm not the one she's mad at and I'd like to keep it that way."
Caroline rolled her eyes, "It's Bonnie, of course she'll help."
"Oh I never said she wouldn't. It's just not going to be easy," he smirked, glad to finally be on the right side of things, for once.
….
Bonnie was slowly getting ready for bed after stalling for hours, hoping Damon would decide to come back to her tonight. She was trying extra hard to be the bigger person and understand that he was doing it for Stefan and not for her. And who was she to stand between brothers, especially when they actually getting along together.
When her phone beeped alerting her to a text message Bonnie eagerly snatched it up, but her mood soured when she saw that it was the last person she wanted to hear from.
And she wanted to know if they could talk.
Bonnie sighed and rolled her eyes. She was tempted to not respond, act like she never got it. And she probably would have if her phone didn't start ringing the next second.
"Really?" Bonnie mumbled to herself. "It's been weeks and now all of a sudden you need to talk?"
Bonnie sat down on her bed and took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?"
"Hi, Bonnie," Elena breathed. "How are you?"
"Elena. I was just getting ready for bed… It's late." she reminded her.
"Right, sorry. I know it's late and all but I was wondering if we could talk."
"This can't wait until tomorrow? It's been a really long day."
"No kidding, I was turned into a vampire today." Elena tried to joke.
"You transitioned," Bonnie commented, totally unsurprised with the unnecessary recap on her life. "Well, like I said before, I am sorry this happened to you." Bonnie paused looking for a way to end the conversation right there. "Good luck with everything?"
Elena sighed and obviously decided to cut the niceties. "Right, well that's sort of why I'm calling. Bonnie, I… need your help. I was wondering if you could make me a daylight ring…" the last part of that was said so quiet that Bonnie almost didn't catch it.
"Excuse me?" she replied.
"I know that we have been at odds lately, Bonnie, and I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about all those things I said to you about- about Damon and you being together. You didn't deserve that." Elena let out a relieved breath, like she'd covered all her apology bases and it didn't actually strangle her to say it.
"You're sorry?" Bonnie repeated. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache and more rising within her. "You're sorry, now? Now that you're dead and transitioned and need the town witch to come to your rescue once again? Now you're sorry? Now I don't deserve how you treated me?" Bonnie would have laughed if she could get past the anger bubbling up in her chest.
"Bonnie, before all of this we were best friends. Like sisters. Why can't we get past this?" Elena asked.
"We can't get past this, Elena, because you're not sorry, you just need something, and honestly I'm not in a very forgiving mood. So you can take your sorry and find another witch to do your bidding." Bonnie quickly hung up before she resorted to name calling or worse.
Bonnie lurched to her feet and stomped to her closet and found a box of her Grams' crystals and headed for the backyard, mumbling to herself the whole way.
"Actually thinks I'm gonna help her ass after everything!"
"Some gotdamn nerve, calling me in the middle of the night, with some bullshit…"
"And I'm supposed to what, feel bad? Uh, no! I didn't do anything wrong, here! I'm not the one that came in here throwing accusations around.."
That's how Damon found her. In her nightgown, in her garden, crystals spread out in front of her and going off on an invisible audience.
"Are you cursing her or just cursing?" Damon wondered aloud.
"I haven't decided yet." Bonnie peeked at him and closed her eyes again. Damon's presence calmed her 10 times more than her crystals ever could. She focused on channeling her burgeoning rage into charging one last crystal.
"I wasn't sure if you were coming over tonight," Bonnie said as she placed her stones back into their box.
"Things took a turn over at the Boarding House. Figured it'd be best if I head home," Damon said smoothly, trying to keep a straight face.
"Meaning, you know how my phone call with Elena went and you came to check on me? Make sure I didn't burn the kitchen down again?" Bonnie grimaced up at him.
"I'm sorry she pissed you off again." Damon settled in next to her, close enough she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"I'm not pissed. I'm not even sure why I was so surprised."
"For the record, I told them it was a bad idea to bother you tonight." he quipped dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.
"And they didn't believe you? Shocker."
"Babe, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, right?"
"Yeah, I know. And it's not even that I don't want to help her- but who does she think she is?!" Bonnie was starting to get fired up again the more she thought about it.
Damon just chuckled and pushed her down to lay back in the grass, "That's my girl," he murmured before thoroughly taking her mind off it.
…
I'm trying not to take too much
I'm in over my head
Over love, oh I over trust...
After a day of letting Elena sweat, Bonnie sent Damon back to the Boarding House with a daylight ring, a truly hideous hunk of silver (she may have been a bigger person but she wasn't that big). Bonnie tried to return to her regularly scheduled programming. Too bad Elena had other plans.
The newborn vampire kept begging Damon to come hunting with her. Apparently Stefan wasn't too excited about taking her to find innocent people to drink from.
Damon told Bonnie repeatedly it was for Stefan, so that he wouldn't be tempted to fall off the wagon. And how could she argue with that? Stefan on the "real stuff" was a nightmare that nobody needed right now.
Didn't mean she liked being stood-up by her boyfriend. But her and Damon were better than good. Right?
…
Over and over
I let you under my skin
And it's over
I promise never again
You come over
Something takes over me
I can't control this hallucinogen
"Damon, I need you. I can't do this by myself," Elena whined for the umpteenth time.
They were two towns over attempting to drink the bar dry and pick up someone for Elena to eat and compel.
Damon rolled his eyes at her with a smirk. "You keep using that line on me and I'm not sure how long I'm gonna believe it."
"But it's true!" Elena smiled. "You're too good at this."
"Now, now, flattery will get you everywhere Miss Gilbert," he flirted automatically.
"Really? Everywhere?" She said leaning into him.
"Down girl," Damon told her. "I'm a happily taken man, remember."
"I remember," her lips said. But her eyes were saying she didn't care, as they lingered on Damon's lips.
"Elena…" he warned her. As happily taken as he was, he wasn't blind. Or unaffected.
"What?" she batted her eyes innocently.
"You know what. You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you?" He couldn't help it, he was wired this way, Elena's drunken flirting was appealing to him.
"As if I could, Damon," Elena slid off her barstool and landed squarely between Damon's spread legs, brushing as much of herself on him as she could. "How bout I find someone to teach me how to play pool?" Her big shiny eyes stared up at him.
"You wanna watch?" she asked before slinking away.
Damon tossed his drink back and swallowed slowly.
Trouble. Definitely trouble.
….
Give me the chance to pick up the pieces you left me in
Why did I let you in?
Overzealous, I'm over this
Oh, I'm over us...
It only took two more weeks of Damon running off to Elena's rescue for Bonnie to realize that the sinking feeling in her gut wasn't going away.
Damon told her, over and over, that it wasn't like that, he didn't feel that way about Elena anymore, that he wanted to be with her-
"Damon, if you wanted to be with me, you'd be here with me! Instead you're spending another night playing Elena's knight in shining armor! I needed you tonight!" She was dangerously close to whining, and she hated that. Whining never solved anything. She was pacing the floor of her bedroom and trying not to scream into her phone.
"Bon, this hunter situation isn't going to solve itself! And you were the one that declined the invitation to step in and help the Scoobies, so what options does that leave me with, huh?
Was he really turning this around on her? "Oh, so it's my fault that I can't tear you away from Elena's side long enough to have a fucking meal? I asked you for one night, D! One night! To sit down and be with me and my dad. You knew…" She took a deep breath and took the phone from her ear for a moment to catch her breath. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, she told herself. When she was sure her voice wouldn't betray her, she spoke again, her tone cold and even. "You know what, Damon? Don't worry about it."
"Bonnie-"
"If you don't wanna be here, I'm not about to beg you to be with me.
"Dammit, Bonnie, don't do this!" his voice growled through clenched teeth.
"I'm not the one doing this, you are."
"Bonnie, nothing is going on!" he swore.
"Stop lying to me! You really think I don't know when you're lying to me? Every time you open your mouth my stomach burns!" She was shaking now with the effort to fight back her angry tears. "I can feel it in every inch of my skin, in my very magic. I know you. And I know you're lying."
Damon was silent on the other end of the line.
"So, no. I'm not going to keep sitting here, waiting for you, letting you make a fool outta me. If you think for even a second that you want to explore these feelings or whatever you have for Elena, then do it. Have at it," her voice cracked, "just don't expect me to wait for you to figure out that you lost a good thing. Your choice."
"Don't," was all he could say.
Bonnie didn't respond, just listened to him breathe for a moment before she ended the call.
She stood looking at her phone in her hand. Almost willing it to ring. Willing him to call her back and tell her there was no choice, it was her, only her, always her. But the ringer remained silent.
"Oh god," she whispered, already regretting the way she ended it. Her head was pounding and her eyes filled with tears that immediately slipped down her face.
Oh, and I overdose
Boy, I want off of this roller coaster
You take me high just to bring me down
Oh, when you bring me down
…..
Damon stared down at his phone like it wasn't even his. Like he was unsure of what just happened. His eyes roved over the ground, searching for something, like he had physically lost a piece of himself.
Hearing Bonnie like that, it hurt him. Knowing that he was the cause of her pain it caused an ache of his own. An ache he didn't know how to relieve.
Damon stepped back into the kitchen of the Gilbert house and immediately poured a glass of bourbon, hoping it would soothe that phantom ache in his gut, in his mind.
"Damon," her voice called to him. "You okay?"
He lifted his eyes to find her there, gazing at him, intense as always.
"Where'd Stefan get to?" he dodged her question with one of his own.
"He said he needed some space. I told you," she sidled closer, leaning on the counter next to him, "it's not really working between us. He can't even stand to look at me like this."
"There's nothing wrong with you." he replied automatically.
"Please, I'm a mess," Elena argued tucking her long hair behind her ear.
Damon felt like his tongue was choking him. Begging him to remain silent. But he spoke anyway.
"Elena, you know you're gorgeous." He watched as his hand moved, almost of its own accord, and swept the new vampire's dark locks back over her shoulder, leaving her neck and chest bared.
"Damon…" she whispered, coming closer.
"Elena." Damon slammed his hands down on the counter, trying to smash some kind of feeling back into them. He must have been losing his mind, to even consider….
Because he loved Bonnie. He was in love with Bonnie. And she loved him back. And he couldn't do that to her. He wouldn't. This time he could be the good guy and do the right thing and just say no.
He could do that… except…
Oh, and I overdose.
Her eyes were gazing up at him and she was talking to him, telling him it was okay to want to be with her, and it could be just this once, and she needed him the way he needed her, and she was surrounding him with that smell that was all her own, not earthy and herbal and magic, but creamy and vanilla and peachy, and tasting so sweet and she felt so strong now, pushing him to where she wanted him and they were crashing their way upstairs and he was in her bedroom before he pulled back, his breaths dragging in and out.
And he paused. All he needed was a second to change his mind. Just one second.
….
We fight, we laugh
Detox, rehab
Letting go of what we had...
The knock on the door startled Bonnie awake. Her heart jumped as she sat up from the couch and blinked away the few hours of rest she had managed to get. She ran her hands over her face and hair, feeling how puffy and swollen her eyes were.
The knock was turning impatient, giving away the identity of the person behind it this early in the morning.
Bonnie stood and let the blankets fall to the floor at her feet, and she stepped over them, slowly making her way to the front door. But she hesitated, her hand resting on the knob as tears sprang to her eyes all over again.
This time she didn't even try to fight them. She had given up that battle hours ago. She honestly didn't think there were any more tears left in her to cry at this point.
She was wrong about that, too.
"Bonnie?" Damon said through the door. "Bonnie… I know you're there, I can hear you. And you already know that." He raised his hand to bang on the door again, but managed to resist. He cleared his throat, "Would you open the door? Please?"
Nothing but a heartbeat came from the otherside, but he thought he could actually hear her eyes rolling.
"Look, I know I screwed up, but…" Damon didn't even know how to finish that sentence. "I screw up. You knew that when you met me," he tried to laugh.
He definitely heard a sigh that time.
"Okay. I know that's not an excuse, but it is what it is!"
Was that a huff? Or a scoff?
"Fine, that's lame too." He sighed, pacing away from the door and back again. "Open the door, Bonnie. Come on, this is us. It's you and me against the world, right? It's still just you and me, and I am dying out here Bon, please. I…"
Bonnie stood on the other side of the door listening to him struggle to find words. Why was it so hard to apologize? Usually she couldn't get him to shut up. And for the life of her she didn't know why she found it endearing .
"I need you. I might be a dick, but I need you, Bonnie Bennett. You make me… want to not be a dick," he admitted.
"I love you, babe. And I need you to open up, so that I can say that to your face and not this- damn door," his voice wavered with a final thump to the solid wood between them.
Bonnie took another moment, waiting to see if he had anything left to say before she turned the doorknob and opened it, squinting out into the morning sunlight.
Damon sighed when the door finally creaked open, but that relief was stopped short when he saw her face. Her usually shining and happy face now featured tear stains, even as a few fresh ones pooled in her eyes..
Damon stared at her with those intense blue eyes, wide and beseeching, slightly crazed and begging forgiveness.
Bonnie stared right back, trying to find the crack in his facade, any hint that he wasn't being honest, but she couldn't see it. Honestly, she didn't want to see it.
She glanced down at the pink and purple flowers, and Damon followed her gaze, remembering the side trip he made across town to compel a florist to make him a bouquet of roses and peonies.
"For you," he held them out to her and for a moment he didn't think she would take them.
Bonnie hesitated, again, before opening the door all the way and accepting the flowers. At least he had gotten that right. She brought them to her face, expecting their sweet smell to wash over her, but her face scrunched in confusion: ash. She sniffed again, discreetly, and figured something was off with her sense of smell; maybe she was just congested, she thought with a shake of her head.
She still hadn't said anything, couldn't find her voice after crying herself to sleep. But she stepped back and let him in.
He crossed the threshold, relieved; he knew that getting inside would be the hardest part.
He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, like that would allow him to shut out the rest of their troubles.
"Bonnie, I love you so much," he reached for her, arms open, like he had so many times before and naturally, like she couldn't stop herself, she stepped into his embrace and let him fold her up in his arms.
Bonnie sank into him, let his touch sooth the very pain which he had caused. Silently, she let him wipe the tears from her cheeks and chin. He placed a kiss to her temple and the crown of her messy head; all he could do was hold onto that moment, hold onto her, for as long he could.
…
Over and over
I'm falling under your spell
Call me over
I'm runnin' back to this hell
Damon heard the car pull up outside. He heard a car door open and a set of heels hit the pavement before the door slammed shut.
But before that car door had even opened, he'd kissed the sleeping witch in his arms and gently pulled himself from underneath her.
He bolted downstairs, pulling his pants on as he went, and managed to open the door before the baby vampire could hit the doorbell.
"Elena, what are doing here?" he asked through clenched teeth keeping his voice down.
"Me?" she replied, her voice hitching a couple octaves higher. "Me? What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here, Damon? I haven't seen or heard from you in two days!"
"Keep! Your. Voice. Down," he hissed. "I know it's been two days, I figured eventually you would get the message that I don't want to talk about this and then let it go. Leave, Elena. You can't be here," he turned to go back into the house.
Elena's were wide as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back around to face her "You can't be serious? You're going back to her?"
"I love her, Elena." he carefully broke the grip she had on him and pushed her away. "I already told you that."
"But you also said you love me," she cried. "You love me, Damon. I know you do."
"I did. But it's not what I have with her. And last I checked you were still dragging things out with my brother. Just go home, Elena."
"Are you seriously breaking up with me?" her eyes welled with tears.
"No, I'm not, because we are NOT together! What we did was a mistake-"
"But we could be, we should be, you know I'm right."
Tired of explaining this to her, Damon put on his serious face, his 'I am about murder someone' face, "Get off this porch and go home, El-"
The door behind him swung open to reveal Bonnie standing there, with a murder face all her own. It wasn't in the lines of her face, or the set of her mouth, she held those unnaturally tight.
But her eyes. They were dark green and Damon thought for a moment he saw sparks flicker in them.
She turned her head once from the half naked vampire she had expected to wake up to, to the vampire that used to be her best friend.
Bonnie looked her up and down, noting how much she had changed since the last time they had seen each other. Elena was clearly embracing her new vampire lifestyle if the leather wedge boots, black jeans, and heavy makeup were any indication. It was almost as if she were mimicking the vampire that created her…
And again, Bonnie's gut, no, her intuition, which seemed to live in her gut these days, twisted.
"Bonnie, let me explain," Damon approached carefully, his gut and intuition sensing danger.
"I really don't think there's a need," her voice was low and soft, as she finally lifted her chin to look him straight in the eye.
"Bonnie, please-"
"Don't bother begging. We are done, now." She looked to Elena and said, "You win, you can have him."
"Bonnie, I-"
"Save it, Elena. I don't care anymore." With one last look at the man she loved she told him "Take your sireling and stay the hell away from me."
She twitched her fingers and the door slammed in his face.
And behind Bonnie, the vase of roses and peonies burst into flames.
Oh, when you bring me down...