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Though Damon and Bonnie had ended up together, there will always be something to stop them. For example, instead of having some alone time, they are faced with new adversary. On their way out of town, Elijah had rammed them like a truck, which sent them flying far across the road. Though Damon was the one who suffered all the impact of the fall, the shock of what happened had inevitably made Bonnie faint again. He wasn't surprised, considering that she was, after all, being weakened by the spell he brewed just to get her attention. Well, he got it alright. He sets Bonnie down on the side of the road and turns his attention back to Elijah. Being the most handsome man in the area, Damon had to say the first line just to establish his alpha male status.

"You know, I wouldn't have considered you and Klaus to be affected by that stupid spell," Damon mocked openly, although he left out the part that he was the one responsible for said 'stupid spell'. He smirks, just so Elijah knows that this time, he wasn't one cell intimidated. It was true, in a way, because hell yeah he just bonked Klaus on the fucking head with a vase. "And yes, I already took care of your brother. No need to thank me." When Elijah didn't speak just yet, Damon frowned. "And no, you can't have Bonnie. She's mine."

"I'm not interested in having your witch... that way."

"You can't have her –what?" Did he hear Elijah correctly? The knot on Damon's brows tighten. "You're gay?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," the Original replied, crossing his arms across his chest. When Damon was the one to appear without anything to say, he resumed talking. "I'm actually here to save her from you."

"From me?" Damon asked, a bit shaken. He wanted to laugh, but then, he suddenly felt like he wanted to cry, because after all of this was over, Bonnie might go all Xena on him and start rejecting him because of who he was. This geezer had a point. But he was too selfish to care. He's so into Bonnie it was hard to care about what's right and wrong. Feelings and shit. Besides, his Bonnie wasn't lesbo. Yay for his dick. "So you are gay?"

Elijah's poker face was starting to break. "Say that one more time…" He takes a deep breath and calms himself down. As Damon snickers his amusement, he zooms in front of the younger vampire and notices something. "Your eyes are different."

"OMG, I don't roll that way, old man," Damon said, taking a step back. "Can't you see? I'm off to save my darling witch from the likes of everyone who wants to take her for their own personal use, er, love. Whatever."

Elijah regards him with a serious expression and takes a step back. "I had spotted Katherine with your witch. I also am aware of Bennett's numerous… followers. I realized that it would be such a shame if those mongrels damaged such a powerful being in her state of distress."

"Why aren't you affected anyway?" Damon asked, returning to Bonnie's side, and carried her on his arms. "Even Klaus wasn't spared."

"I am specifically wearing a charm to ward off love spells of any kind."

Damon rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, homo." He glares at the Original suddenly. "So you physically stop us from leaving town because you wanted to save Bonnie? Why the hell didn't you just tell me? Why did you have to resort to violence?" Geez, the loathe in the man. No wonder, considering how many centuries he had been hiding in the closet. Explains his greasy hair.

"I must say, having ran into a… horde of this witch's lovers were… quite a challenge," Elijah said. "They were very hard… I mean, insistent on having her. I thought I'd be having problems with you."

"I'm going to forget you made a booboo right there," Damon said. "Not that I need your permission but can I go now?"

Elijah nods. "She may be the last powerful witch we could ever get our hands on."

He knew Elijah's motives were selfish, and were probably going to be bothersome post-Bonnie-is-The-One-Day, but he was more than willing to leave the poor guy alone. Besides, he already had major blackmail material. Who would have thought that Elijah was more into sausage parties than taco night?

"Save her," the other vampire said plainly.

"Hell." Looking at Bonnie resting in his arms, Damon is more than happy to agree. "I'm planning to keep her."

As the pair speed away, Elijah groans out in protest as a thick mist leaves his body, and evaporates up into the heavens.


"Thank you for doing that small favor for me, John."

"You're welcome, Tituba. It's the least I could do for your granddaughter." Truthfully though, John Gilbert had also felt the spell doing a soft tickle on his spirit, but had triggered a paternal kind of love for the witch. That, after all, had been his last dying thought, be the loving father that Elena never had. It felt fulfilling to know that he had managed to extend that grace to his daughter's best friend. He knows that the young witch was fatherless as well. He felt good, he felt accomplished; no need to haunt anyone downstairs anymore. "Sometimes, I think people forget that she needs divine intervention too."

Grams nodded and looked down below. "I'm not much excited about Bonnie's mate, but I suppose he will do."

"He's good for her," John replied. After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "But you know what the funny thing is?"

"Yes?"

"Elijah's true nature kept on fighting for domination when I took over him..."

"You mean, he's really...?"

The two apparitions share a knowing laugh.


When what should have been nominated 'the best torrid kiss award' kiss did not happen the moment Bonnie woke up an hour later, she was quite disappointed to see Damon in front of her, flipping through the pages of her grimoire. She takes a moment to look around and realize that they were probably checked in some random motel room somewhere. Her whole body was exhausted, but seeing Damon there was giving her ideas. However, a huge part of her didn't want to confront everything just yet. Killing her plan to sleep again, she makes the simplest mistake of yawning.

Damon's eyes widen at her movement and he almost drops the spell book on his hands. He gives her this heated look, but the interest is quick to disappear, and now, it is simply replaced by frustration. He drops the grimoire in front of her that it almost bounces off the bed if she didn't catch it on time. "Find it. Break the spell now."

Clearly, Damon was still going to pretend like he didn't feel anything for her, and as much as it should have been cute, Bonnie was just too tired to care. She glares at the book then at him. "Why should I? You're the one who lied to me! You're the one who told me to help you and this is what I get?" When she sees that Damon looked away, and literally took a step back, she took it as her cue to continue. Well, although she wanted nothing more but to kiss him and test just how soft his lips were, she was mad at him for all of this. After shoving her grimoire away from her, she crosses her arms on her chest. "You ask me to help you with a spell that should help you forget about your feelings for Elena. What happened, Damon? Did you suddenly decide to play a trick on me? Because this whole day, everyone has been sexually harassing me! And my car! Did you see what happened to my car!" She actually wanted to thank him for retrieving her grimoire, but if he was going to play the 'pretend we don't have feelings for each other game', then by god she was going to play it too. "Explain why you ruined my life!"

Damon turned around just to avoid eye contact. He was feeling terrified of her wrath. Who knows if she could suddenly channel all her powers to burn him alive? Besides, looking at her made him want to say everything he felt about her. "Fine. I lied. You happy?" I'm sorry.

"But why, Damon? Why did you have to do this to me?" All the things she went through today made her the emotional seventeen-year-old that was. Her eyes didn't take long to fill with tears. "Do you hate me that much…?" When Damon didn't say anything, the sadness had overcome her so much, that she walked past him, eager to hide in the bathroom for hours to come. She felt like crying her eyes out. Why did she even expect him to be all mushy and romantic all of a sudden? However, cold fingertips had touched her arm, and tugged her roughly back to him. She was squeezed against his chest swiftly, and the next thing she knew, his lips were crushed against hers.

The heat was indescribable. Fireworks. A supernatural crunch in the air, a click; a spell breaking. Finally. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He licked her lips and she opened them. As their tongues melted against each other, the same warmth on her mouth started to swell in her belly like molten honey. She tried to arch harder against him, wanting more, and he pushed back, rubbing, creating all that wonderful, sparks all over her body, down her body and it was just so hot.

As Bonnie kept her eyes shut in the midst of relishing their first kiss, her powers kicked in as well, unable to stop the way his feelings pour into her like sunlight on a darkened room. When she pushed away for air, he clearly understood, withdrawing only from her lips, but kept her body meshed with his as he trapped her against the wall. She realized that she found it hard to look him in the eyes, still afraid of what she would see there. So she focused on his lips, which were always so tempting, almost swollen with the force of their kiss. Dive in for more, her heart, mind and body cheered her, so she did the best thing she could: she gives him the strongest right hook she could ever give.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" The attack is lost on Damon, who rubs his jaw like he did get hurt. He probably did, considering her girly punched was laced with her powers.

"That's for the spell, you son of a bitch!" Bonnie yells loudly with all her might, letting all the pent-up emotions out of her body. She breathes in and out, trying not to cower in pain of her bruised knuckles.

Damon pulls her right fist into his hands and starts kissing the tinge of pink on her skin. He gives her this hopelessly in love look and grins. "Yeah. I probably deserved that." Licking Bonnie's sore knuckles, he smiles. "Can we kiss again?"

Bonnie's mind set on kissing him straight and sloppy, she dives on top of him with all her might.

It's a perfect ten.


The spell breaks like a broken rope, and just in time, back in Mystic Falls, the two men Damon had 'contained' had come to their senses in the dark of Bonnie's garage...

"Hello? Anyone out there? HELP! I'm stuck! HELP!"

"Ughhhh…"

"H-hello… Who is there…?"

"Gilbert…?"

"Mister Saltz… Ric?"

"Hang on… I just… Wait a second. I'll get to you."

"Oh I'm not going anywhere! That son of a bitch Damon tied me up to this fucking chair! I swear I am going to stake him…!"

"Keep on talking."

"How long do you think we've been here? For the love of God, why the hell would he have to tie me up in here!"

"There ya go. Now don't move, I wouldn't want to cut your fingers off even if you have that ring of yours…"

"No problem, Ric… Oh."

"…"

"…"

"Tell me that's a flashlight."

"…"

"…"


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