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It slips out like a curse. Also because no one was listening. "Damn it, this is the worst day of my life."
Staring at Bonnie's smart phone on the grass had to be the cherry on top. He really can't believe his luck right now –not to mention the overwhelming 'emotions' twisting like knots inside his chest. As far as Damon was concerned, sure, he 'cared' about Bonnie (though it was very much a secret), but when he saw Tyler all over her… He was simply overwhelmed by the massive amounts of jealousy and anger that wrecked through him like ten thousand stakes. And it was just Tyler! And he did know it was just something about a spell BUT he couldn't control himself. He wanted nothing more but to kill Tyler, and if it weren't for that I'm-in-love-with-Bonnie-glassy look, he would have done so with a smile. Just like he would have decapitated his own brother, tear the younger Gilbert limb from limb, and torture Alaric mercilessly until his last breath. What the hell was happening to him!
Before he was about to dance on top of Tyler Lockwood's semi-permanent grave, Damon gets toppled over by such a strong force of nature that he slams hard against a tree like a handsome ragdoll. His mind blurs for a few seconds from the impact, and when his vision clears, he is a wee bit terrified to see vampire Barbie standing like a woman scorned in front of him. He gulps, but he knows he should never show fear, so he smirks. "Well hello to you too. Nice day, don't you agree?" When her nostrils flare and her face vamps out, he rolls his eyes. "Mind you, I was being sarcastic." Caroline punches the bark of tree beside his right ear and Damon tries not to flinch. "Just so you know, if I get splinters in my brain, you're dead."
She bares her fangs at him. "Get Tyler out of that grave or else."
The mention of Tyler's name immediately turned on the 'serious Damon' switch. He smirks and snorts. "Do it yourself." When Caroline was about to attempt another act of violence, he shoves her away from him as far as possible. "It's for his own good, believe me."
Caroline pounces on him like a lion, but being the more experienced vampire, Damon avoids her like a plague. He traps her hands and feet with an expert lock as if he knew martial arts, but the only difference was, he wasn't half naked and didn't look like he was doing man-sex on the grass. Goodness, he has to stop watching those UFC shows. He pins her to the ground, Damon sitting on Caroline's lower back like she was his 20-year-old couch. "Get the fuck off me, Salvatore!" She flailed her arms and feet, but Damon felt like he weighed two thousand tons or something.
"Let's make a deal, Blondie," Damon suggests, his voice oddly calm. "You don't fight me and I don't let you eat dirt." When Caroline just growled at him, he rolls his eyes again. "Fine. I'll let you in on a little secret." Just like that, the young vampire's wild struggle was put to a halt. Sheesh, what is with girls and gossip. "I need your help."
"You dig Tyler out of his grave first."
"That's just not possible," Damon stated like a fact, and when Caroline was about to start getting out of control again, he clicks his tongue. "Now wait a second." He can't believe that he's actually going to explain himself to someone –much less someone named Caroline, of all people. "The thing is, if you get your boyfriend–"
"He's not my boyfriend–"
"Whatever," Damon cuts her and he gives her a cynic look that effectively shut her up. "The point is, he's under a spell. If you get your not-boyfriend out of that grave, you'll be quite heartbroken that he won't exactly be running back to your vampire arms." When Caroline didn't make any reaction whatsoever, Damon already feels exhausted for talking to someone beneath him. "He's under a spell, Care-bear."
"A spell?"
Damon nods. "The 'I'm in love with Bonnie Bennett' spell." What he just said just managed to make the un-beating muscle inside his chest swell. He hopes that Caroline didn't pick up on that though… When she started giggling, Damon wanted to break her neck. "What the fuck is so funny about that? Your 'not boyfriend' is after your best friend."
"I knew it!" Caroline yelped from under Damon. She blew raspberries when she got some grass on her mouth. "Yuck." When the pressure on her back hardened, she wanted to laugh again. "No, I mean… the grass… never mind. All that matters is, I'm right."
"You're right? Then why did you want Tyler out of the grave?"
"I didn't know about the spell thing, if that's what you mean," Caroline murmured. "More like I know about you being in love with Bonnie thing."
The whole graveyard went quiet. They started hearing the crickets again. And Tyler's muffled growls from under his fake grave. Caroline was about to say something, but instead, Damon's hand landed on top of the back of her head and he pushed downwards, making her eat grass.
"Fu-wha-rrrr-Dam–!"
"Now that's just because you're such an assuming young lady –YEEEOOWCH!" Damon hollered and he almost loses his comfortable sitting position on Caroline's back. He nursed his injured hand on his chest. "How the hell did you bite me!"
Caroline shrugged against the grass. "Desperate times call for desperate…" She sighed against the grass and looked at the fresh mound of grave a couple of meters away from them. "Geez. Who would have thought, right? You and Bonnie."
Damon almost agrees with a sigh, but he remembers that Caroline wasn't supposed to know. Though he was sitting on her like it was a normal thing to do on such a wonderful day (hear the sarcasm in this please), he found it hard not to be honest when he knew that he was close to the verge of exploding with much unrequited Bonnie romance. "What gave it away?"
"You give her the looks," Caroline answered simply. "That, and Jeremy told me."
"What?"
"It didn't take long for me to realize that his suspicions were right," she said. "Honestly, you're so whipped, Damon. I can't believe that me and Jeremy are the only ones who actually saw through all your Elena bullshit."
Damon could have shut her up by giving her a mud facial then and there, but he was too curious to find out (and this was sort of the first time that he had some sort of confidante (shut up)). He didn't even have the right sarcastic comeback to distract them both from the truth Caroline was currently blabbing about. Wasn't she supposed to be some dumb bimbo?
"And now that you mentioned why my… er, Tyler is buried six feet under, you just confirmed it all the more." Caroline grinned at the grass. When she realized that Damon wasn't responding to her anymore, something clicked inside her brain –that same ding-ding-ding! sound when someone wins the lottery or gets the correct answer. "Oh… my… god…" She didn't know why it fell into place into her brain, but it had something to do about Bonnie confiding in her about how she was so tired with her magic that she decided to give herself a few weeks without dabbling into the stuff. "You gave Bonnie a love spell?" She knew Damon was a cocky son of a bitch, and that he was hell-bent on keeping her on her place against the ground, but the asshole probably lost the right amount of concentration to keep her there, because he felt a whole lot lighter. Probably because all the effort in his body left the moment he unintentionally admitted that he was in love with her best friend. She crawls away from Damon's sexy ass and she isn't even surprised when he doesn't say anything. Damn this was entertainment, Caroline thought happily.
"But I…" Damon trailed off. "The spell was supposed to work, but not this way."
Thank the heavens for kickass leather pants because Caroline squats in front of a dazed Damon and puts her forefinger up. "One, Damon. You're not a witch. Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because I can't compel her…"
Caroline wondered just how stoned Tyler was because of the 'I love Bonnie Bennett' spell, because right now, Damon looked pretty high. And stupid. Who could blame the pretty boy anyway? She takes advantage of the situation by smacking him upside the head. "That's the problem with you, you incompetent fool! You're such a manipulating asshole!"
"You do that again and I will kill you," Damon hisses, rubbing the spot where she hit him like a pro.
"Sorry," Caroline said cutely and batted her eyelashes. Seeing that dead-serious Damon was calmed down, she, too felt a bit relieved. By the look on his face, she could tell that there were a million things going through his stupid brain. "Hey. Damon. Chill."
Damon glares at her. His gaze turns to the direction where her car had sped off. "Where do you think she went?"
"For the record, you don't really deserve my help, but…" Caroline smiled at him. "Something about romance gets me going."
"Shut up."
"Please," Caroline said with a roll of eyes. "Even that reply sounded lame to my ears. And besides," she said with a shrug. "You won't be telling me that once I figure out where she is."
"OK, fine you made your point. You're not stupid."
Caroline just giggles. "Now that I know you're actually the one responsible for the Bonnie Kool-Aide? You don't seem like such a threat anymore." She tugs on Damon's sleeve. "Now come on! I always love a good Easter Egg hunt!"
As she leads the way back to town to search for clues, she forgets that Tyler is still buried in one of the graves.
For what it's worth, Tyler is still very much alive.
When Caroline and Damon got back to town, it turns out that they didn't really need to get clues, because right there out on the street were a steady moaning mob of men of all ages and size, grunting only one name. "Boooooonnniiiieeeeee..."
"Oh my fucking god…" Caroline squeaked. "Bonnie zombies!" She saw Damon's startled expression from the corner of her eye.
Chaos. Mystic Falls was in chaos. Girlfriends and wives alike were nagging and yelling from the sidewalks, questioning their supposedly significant others for their sudden loss of interest. Queen Loyalty was apparently missing. But she wasn't in demand. Bonnie Bennett was.
They would have walked aimlessly if there was not one who was strong enough to lead the way. These hopeless mortals were lead in a certain direction towards the movie house by none other than Matt Donovan.
AN: RnR, darlings! Thanks for reading! ;D
