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WARNING: This chapter's going to be kind of weird, and it's also going to be really short. I'm sorry about that, but there's a reason for it, which you'll understand by the end of the story.
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me.
Chapter Ten
"Damon," I whined as he traced his fingers up and down the inside of my denim-clad thigh.
We were sitting on the couch, supposedly watching the Food Network. By supposedly, I mean that while Giada over pronounced her Italian words, Damon was annoying the hell out of me by playing a game called, 'let's see how far we can take Elena before she goes over the edge of insanity'.
I don't like this game… at all.
"She's zesting another lemon? Jesus! Who puts lemon zest in pizza dough?"
I shrugged and tapped at his hand angrily. "I'll zest your fingers if you don't move them."
He rolled his eyes and reluctantly removed his hand, only to put his entire right arm around me less than ten seconds later.
"Damon!"
He shrugged innocently. "What? Can't I put my arm around my girlfriend without they're being an FBI investigation?"
My face remained stony as I leaned into his embrace, but on the inside I was giggling and clapping my hands at his only partially sarcastic remark. I let out a slight chuckle and he smirked, tickling my side.
"Stop it!"
"No."
I growled at him and he laughed at me, telling me my mighty roar was pathetic.
"If you don't stop that right now, Giada is going to pop through the screen and zest a lemon on you."
Remarkably enough, he stopped after that, probably fearing that my threat wasn't so far off.
I'm telling you; that woman will do anything to zest a lemon.
"Did you know that lemons have antioxidants that are good for your skin?"
He stared at me like I was insane. "I'm a guy, Elena."
"Can't guys have clear skin?"
"Yeah… but we just have it. Who the hell would rub a lemon all over their face just to get these precious 'antioxidants' that you speak of?"
"I would."
"Can I watch?"
"You're a pervert."
"I know."
"Good."
We sat in silence for a while, and then the doorbell rang. Damon muttered several curse words under his breath as he zoomed to the door while I rolled my eyes.
"Stupid vampire speed."
"I heard that!" he called over his shoulder.
"Of course you did."
He opened the door at the same time the phone rang. He ignored whoever was trying to speak to him and ran to the phone, answering it rudely.
"What?"
"Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"
He ignored me and scowled as the person over the phone spoke frantically.
"Why would I care if she's missing?"
My curiosity piqued as his seemed to drop impossibly lower.
"I don't care if she's your girlfriend; she's a bitch."
I frowned, wondering where Bonnie could have escaped to and tried to focus on not worrying. If there was one thing that Damon has taught me, it was that mulling over something wasn't going to change anything.
"Leave me alone, Stephanie."
"That's my nickname," I grumbled under my breath.
"If you call me again, I'll change my number. Yes, I will. Shut up!"
He hung up the phone on his very angry brother and told me to remind him to change his phone number.
"No promises."
He returned to the impatient person at the door.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"Uh…"
"Make it fast, kid. I have a life."
I snorted.
"Um… I'm Matt. You know me." Ugh. What does he want?
"I don't recall meeting you."
"Dude! You shoved me in a closet. How does someone forget that?"
"Yeah, well, I shove a lot of people in closets. If you don't tell me what you come for I'll have to ask you to leave."
"I'm here to see Elena, alright? I went to her Aunt Jenna's house and she told me that she'd gone missing. She looked sad, dude."
"Don't. Call. Me. That. Ever. Again."
"Why not?"
"Because I'll kill you."
"Fine. Jeez! Can't you give a guy a break?"
He looked at him with disgust and gestured for me to come forward.
"Elena, darling, there's some juvenile delinquent here to see you."
"You know what? You strike me as more of a juvenile delinquent than anyone else here."
He laughed. "Kid, I've been promoted. Now I'm just, 'delinquent'. And I wear my badge proudly, BTW."
"You speak text?" I asked.
"How else would I understand anything that Bonnie says?"
I shrugged. "Good point."
Matt scoffed and stomped his foot. "Um, hello?"
"What?" Damon hissed, causing him to shriek and step ten steps backward.
"Damon! That wasn't nice."
"I don't play nice. I'll be in our room."
My eyes widened as he turned around and disappeared in a flash… our room.
I must have been grinning creepily because Matt avoided me with his eyes.
"So…"
"Why are you here?"
"What is it with you two? Stefan and Bonnie are nice!"
"Well, I hate to state the obvious, but we're not Stefan and Bonnie. Unlike Damon, I actually do have a life, so if you could please tell me why you're here, I would really appreciate it."
"Do you know what time it is?"
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously? You came over here and interrupted our activities to ask for the time?"
"Just do it."
"Stupid fucking idiot," I muttered as I walked over to the clock.
"It's five o'clock, Matt. Now, will you please leave?"
"It's five o'clock, Elena."
"That's what I just told you." I exhaled deeply to control my anger that was quickly building up.
"Shouldn't two people be home by now?"
Oh… Bonnie was missing… not good.
"Well, maybe they're just running late. I wouldn't be too terribly worried."
"I am."
"Okay."
We stood in awkward silence for exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds, with no noise except for Damon loudly coming up with derogatory names for Matt from the upstairs.
He rocked forward on his heels. "Um… I guess that's it, then. Just thought you should know."
"Thanks. I think."
"Yeah."
"See you later."
"Bye-bye."
That's another reason I broke up with him—he spoke like he was a toddler that was just beginning to learn the English language.
"Damon?" I called loudly.
"What?" I jumped when I heard his voice from right behind me.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Appearing out of nowhere!"
"Well, I'm not appearing out of nowhere…"
"Shut up. Where could Bonnie and Stefan be?"
He shrugged. "Hell?"
I slapped his arm and winced as my palm tinged red from stinging. "That's hardly helpful. Did Stefan say anything about being somewhere after school before he left?"
"Well, he just called me about a missing witch in his most frantic voice, so I'm guessing this wasn't staged."
I felt a twinge of guilt for not being there, even though I knew that it wasn't my fault.
"I hope Bonnie's alright. And what if Stefan's trying to form some kind of plan that will get them both killed?"
He sat down and pulled me on top of his lap, jostling me. "You know how he is: always trying to be cryptic and mysterious, but then ends up doubting himself and just drops the idea all together."
Never underestimate Damon Salvatore. He can come up with the perfect analysis of a person in literally one sentence without even thinking about it. Then again, they've been dealing with each other for a long time…
"I wouldn't worry, Elena. I'm sure they're just being dorks and studying for some random History test. Which would be really fucking stupid, even for him, because we're part of the history kids are studying today."
"Why would he call if they were studying together?"
"Because she was on the wrong wing of the school and was looking for him. I'm sure they've met up by now."
I stared up at the ceiling as full-blown paranoia took over.
"I'm not worried."
I glared. "Is that supposed to surprise me?"
"Not really."
I huffed and yanked a stray hair out of his face that had been bothering me before running my fingers through it, not even realizing how weird I was being.
He almost blushed, which was downright adorable, before his eyes flickered over to the bottle of Bourbon.
"Err… sorry about that. You like alcohol, don't you?"
"Want some?"
I stared at him, amused. "You're asking an eighteen year old girl if she wants Whiskey?"
He grinned. "I'm a rule breaker."
He must have taken my response as consent because he poured me a glass and downed his own, rolling his eyes as I sipped on mine daintily. I didn't really like the taste of it but I kept drinking it anyway because I didn't want to look like a loser. I was just starting to get used to the taste when Bonnie popped back into my brain.
"What time is it?" I asked absentmindedly.
He glanced at his watch. "Five after five."
"I hope they're alright."
That damned Matt had me all worked up about nothing, most likely. Even thought I was worrying for no reason I could feel my heart racing as I stared at the watch on his wrist, counting the seconds to keep myself preoccupied.
"Elena," he groaned. "You're worried over nothing. I'm positive."
The more he tried to reassure me, the more paranoid I became.
"What if they got hit by a bus?"
"Stefan could stop a bus with one of his bare hands, and he's a little weakling."
"And Bonnie?"
"You know how he is; all of that chivalry crap that no one gives a damn about anymore."
"What if they're not together?"
He deliberated for a minute. "Well… then… all hell will break loose."
My breathing was getting faster by the second. "That's very comforting, you ass!"
"Elena. They are together. I can't come up with a reason they wouldn't be."
I couldn't, either.
"It doesn't matter if we can't come up with a logical explanation; you're a damned vampire, for Christ's sakes!"
I couldn't tell if he was offended or if he just smelled something bad.
"What if they're… dead?" My voice was high and squeaky.
"Elena! We got a phone call. That's it. Why the hell would we assume that they're dead just because of a phone call?"
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Because it's stupid!"
"Let's go on a walk." I spoke without even thinking, somehow knowing that it was the right thing to do.
"What?"
"Let's. Go. On. A. Walk. I thought you were supposed to be smart, dumbass."
"Rude."
"No, you're rude."
"Let's just go."
My mind was still reeling and it was a very awkward feeling. I started to jog and cursed under my breath as I could feel myself jiggle, not even wanting to know what he was seeing that I couldn't. My boobs were hitting my chest painfully, but I retaliated by breaking into a sprint, almost instantly feeling sweat pour on my face.
"Why are you running?"
He was still walking to keep up with my fastest face, which was really pathetic.
"Because the immense pain in my legs is distracting me."
"I'm not even going to ask."
"That's probably for the best."
I was wheezing and I was sore everywhere, but we still managed to make it to the end of the block. We didn't have a specific destination, and yet I knew exactly where I was going.
I yelped as Damon yanked me to a halt, literally coming a quarter of an inch from none other than that bitchy vampire from the other night.
"Oh, what do you want?"
She scoffed at me. "As if I would come here to see you. Damon, do you have the book?"
"I already told you that I don't have it!"
"I don't believe you."
"Well, that sucks for you, then."
"Not as much as what I'm about to do is going to suck for you."
She ran off into the sunset while I ran forward again, desperate to find something that I didn't even know I was looking for.
"Bonnie?"
I wasn't getting an answer.
"Damon, we have to find her!"
"This is ridiculous. No, it's beyond ridiculous. If Bonnie's gone, she's going to be somewhere where we can't find her."
I stared at him for a minute before running again, almost running into another person.
"Stefan!"
I was so overjoyed that I actually threw my arms around him before instantly recoiling, realizing what heinousness I was cuddling up to.
"Ewe, gross. I can't believe I just did that."
Damon appeared beside me and I leaned against him, sighing as I let him support all of my weight.
"Have you seen Bonnie?"
He shrugged, not really looking sad. "No. But I've come to terms with it."
I stared at him in shock. "…What?"
"I've come to terms with the fact that I might never see her again."
I literally couldn't suppress my anger and lifted up a hand in rage, only to have Damon gently push it down.
"Let me."
In a weird way, it was sweet as he bitch slapped him across the face for me.
"Thanks."
Stefan ignored both of us, annoyed.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"But what about Bonnie?"
"Wherever she is, she's…"
I didn't know how his sentence ended because I suddenly started to black out, out of the blue. I felt my body falling backwards into Damon's arms and my eyes closing, my brain shutting off as darkness surrounded me.
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I woke up over five hours later to Stefan and his ugly hot dog nose leaning over me.
"Ewe! Get away from me!"
My voice was weak and groggy as I struggled to sit up. His overly large hand pushed me back down onto the ground, and I realized that I was back at the house.
"What happened?"
"You passed out."
I couldn't remember anything that had happened, but it must have been bad.
"Why?"
"Because we thought we had lost Bonnie. It turns out that she went back to her old house and is going to be staying there for a while. She left a message on your cell."
I groaned, because I couldn't remember anything that happened.
"I can't remember anything."
He shrugged. "That usually happens when you black out. I'm sure your memory will come back in a couple of days or so."
I lay on the floor, exhausted, and slept. I felt Damon lay beside me at one point and take my hand, but I was too tired to squeeze back.
Something was wrong.
Third Person POV
The moon was silver and shining brightly through Bonnie's window as she serenely lay in her own bed, enjoying the first real bout of quietness that she'd felt in weeks.
"This is great," she muttered to herself.
"Not as great as things are going to be once you're back at my house," she heard an eerily familiar voice whisper from next to her. She looked over and shrieked to find Anna leaning over her, staring intently.
"I don't know what little stunt you pulled last time, but I warn you not to try it again."
Before Bonnie could protest she had been thrown out a window and caught in less than five seconds and was on her way to a house that was hell on earth…more literally than you'd think.
AN: I apologize for not updating in a long time. Life has been insane and I honestly just haven't had the time. I'm going to try to update every other week, and I really mean that, but there's only so much that I can do. If I had a choice I would update everyday like I did on my old stories. Thank you to everyone that reads!
This chapter was pretty weird, huh? I can't go into details, as it would ruin the story, but Elena wasn't exactly seeing everything that was happening, which explains why the chapter was so short.
Thanks so much for everyone's feedback on Damon's story. I, too, feel like he should get his own chance to speak and it would most definitely be fun to write in his frame of mind for an entire story. The only thing I'm missing is a damned title. ;( Any suggestions? All are welcome.
I love each and every person that reads and reviews this story. You are all amazing and I hope you have an amazing day/night! You mean the world to me.
With much love,
Evie
PS1: WTF is up with D and E getting one scene in episode five? Unacceptable.
PS2: I do NOT like that they're putting a new girl on the show. We already have enough characters! If she goes after Damon, I swear to God, I'm going to jump through the screen and punch the bitch.
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