Thanks for all your reviews! I was actually kind of scared and worried that no one would end up reading this story and I would seem weird and alone…. But you did! And I'm so happy and glad that you guys like the chapter and the story. So here's chapter two! I'll put a little recap at the start :D
"No, you wouldn't." Bonnie waited in silence for him to reply with a 'Got you! I have no idea what you're talking about; would you be so kind to explain?' But it didn't happen. And since when did Damon say 'Got you?'
After a moment of two, Damon got up slyly from the window seal and walked towards her. He looked down her short form. "I know you're secret, McCullough."
Bonnie stared at him blankly for a moment or two. She felt as though her world had frozen and there was nothing she could do except stop and stare. He knew! How? What? When? Bonnie was having trouble coming up with a sophisticated reply to his statement. He knew her secret, so what? All right, yes it was a big deal, no matter how much she didn't want it to be, Bonnie thought timidly.
Should she act like she didn't know what he was talking about? Or should she go along with what he was saying ask him to nicely not tell? Bonnie knew the latter was a long shot, but probably the right thing to do. Though, if she went for the first option, she would be lying, but he might not know that. He may be speaking of a different secret for all Bonnie knew.
In the end, Bonnie just went with the flow and let her mouth do the talking.
"What secret? What are you talking about Damon?" Bonnie finally said, trying to play it right. Bonnie knew that the approach she was taking was, well… stupid and immature. Acting like she had no clue as to what was going on was really not going to help her at this point in time. What's the harm in a living in a fantasy for just a few more moments? The redhead thought. Though, pretending to be in a fantasy wasn't really what she was doing. What she was doing was stalling; and she was okay with that.
Damon looked down on her; his head was shaking as his eyes narrowed. A very, tight and fake smile stretched upon his face and he spoke. "You know what I'm talking about, witch. Don't play dumb with me. You'll just end up like everyone else who toys with me," He said, his voice hard and on the edge of becoming a whisper. Bonnie was scared, but she decided to keep up her stupid little act; there was no way she was giving into Damon Salvatore.
"Damon, what secret?" Bonnie asked, with a fake annoyed tone. Damon took a breath as he stepped away from her. "Listen here, witch, since you apparently don't know what I'm talking about, I'll comply with your wishes and show you," He spoke, a smirk growing on his face. Bonnie froze at his words. Show me? Does he have the letter?
"I-I," Bonnie was lost for words. Damon looked down at his pocket and swiftly pulled out a neatly folded square piece of paper. Bonnie couldn't move. She felt the heat rise toward her cheeks and neck, and she knew at this point she was just… screwed.
Damon tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, let's see," He said, while opening up the letter and skimming through the words of Bonnie's nightmare. Damon's expression grew smug as he began to read a sentence of the letter. "Stefan showed up… hunting or something. He comforted me. He cared, Elena. One thing led to another… and I'm sorry Elena but, well, I kissed him, he kissed back and before I knew it, we had done it… We had gone too far." Damon looked up from the paper at that point and raised his eyebrows at her.
Bonnie still had no idea what to do. She just felt frozen in time. Her lips and mouth felt dry, her thoughts were in a frazzled mess, and at that moment Bonnie had no idea how to respond to the situation.
"Well, it seems to me, that you do know what I'm talking about. Now, how about we talk about this Bonnie; it's not good to be anti-social, you haven't said anything in minutes, now that's not like you at all," He concluded smugly. Bonnie felt like she wanted to speak, but she couldn't. So, instead, she took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, something she's been avoiding this whole time now.
She finally gathered the self-confidence, courage, and the 'okay' that words would come out when she spoke next. When the right moment came around for her to speak, Bonnie was more then disappointed in herself. "Uhhh," Bonnie had muttered nervously, snatching her gaze away from Damon, his narrowed eyes holding a hint of amusement in them. Bonnie never wanted to slap herself more in her life.
Damon was about to say something, when Bonnie, not wanting to give him to pleasure of degrading her to a lower level, cut him off sharply. "It wasn't intended… I didn't mean… I-I, I feel so bad… It was a mistake, I swear," Was what came out of Bonnie's mouth. Damon smiled sadly at her for a brief second and then his neutral face was back. Damon came close to her, and grabbed her hand softly.
He pulled her gently over to the bed, where he made her sit with him beside her, his hand still delicately holding hers. "I know, oh I know. It was all a mistake and you want to take it back with your life. Trust me, darling, if I could help you, I'd gladly make that trade," He spoke softly, a humorless grin growing on his face, as he looked into her eyes. No hint of shame was evident in his features as he did. Bonnie was once again lost for words.
Was he trying to help her? That didn't seem like him. Did he care about her? Did he not want to see her with the weight of the crushing guilt on her shoulders, had he noticed her pain? Bonnie was completely unsure about everything that came into her brain at that point and just about everything Damon said, so she had just been not saying anything. She wondered if she looked stupid. Should she say something? What should she say? Should she say something to distract from the subject? Or should she confess all her feelings in a jumbled mess of tears and mispronounced words, hoping Damon will say something helpful and comforting?
However, before she could say anything to even look remotely smart and focused, Damon started speaking again. "But, I'm afraid that can't be done, unfortunately. And this opportunity is just too good to let slide," He continued, his face completely neutral. Bonnie started to concentrate on his words in that moment. Let slide? Bonnie had no clue as to what he was talking about, and she was in the middle of retracing his words to see if she had missed something, stupidly, when once again, he started talking.
"You're quiet tonight, aren't you? Usually you're this big ball of exploding words. Nevertheless, I'll continue with my proposition."
Bonnie was still incredibly confused. "What?" Bonnie asked, dumbstruck, she had never been the strongest to handle pressure or decision.
Damon let go of her sweaty hand and brought his hands to his own lap. "Well, I'm not sure if in the state you seem to be in at the moment you can understand my words, by I will continue anyway. I won't tell dear, Princess Elena or any of your other imprudent friends, your little secret, if you might do me a few favors…. One being, helping me make sweet Elena become practically swooning in love with me," He finished, bending his neck to look up at Bonnie's bowed head.
That's when everything started to click for Bonnie, thoughts and feelings swirling around like a whirlpool in her brain, all forming one emotion; anger.
Why had she even thought Damon would want to help her? They were fighting, still. Bonnie hadn't forgiven him and she didn't trust him, and Damon didn't feel a thing towards her, and hadn't ever since she had spoken those terrible words of true conflict. Bonnie felt stupid for even thinking that Damon would have spared a thought in trying to help her. Of course he'd swing all this into his own favor. That's what he was; a dirty swinger.
Bonnie couldn't believe that she had been so caught up in her embarrassment and nervousness that she had completely forgot the present conflicts they were having. Now he was blackmailing her. This had been his plan all along, well, ever since he found out this morning, or yesterday night.
Bonnie still couldn't get over that word; blackmail. It just sounded so cruel and unrealistic- not real.
Bonne found this ironic. A vampire was sitting right in front of her, and she found the word and action of blackmail to be unreal. Bonnie let herself be planted back into her current situation as she started to wonder if she should say something insulting, or make him leave; she didn't want a fight, she knew that. In fact, Bonnie didn't even want to have to yell at Damon. She couldn't handle all this, she was going to burst sometime, and she didn't want Damon to see that. She didn't need pressure from him. She just wanted to avoid the issue and proposition he was forcing.
Her thoughts of dismissing the problem at hand were interrupted by Damon's cynical, smug words.
"What, still not talking to me? Have I done something to upset the home-wrecker?" Something snapped inside Bonnie at that moment.
Bonnie snapped up from her seat on the bed beside Damon and looked down on him; her hands by habit moving on her hips. "Actually, yes, you have upset me. What you're doing is called blackmail," She said matter-of-factly. Damon smirked as he stood up slowly from the bed and stood in front of her; you could tell her was just loving this. "Thank god," He rejoiced sarcastically. "I thought the fiery Miss McCullough had disappeared for a moment there; good to know a coherent sentence has been formed," He exulted darkly.
"Well, what would you say if you were being blackmailed? Huh, Damon? What would Elena say to you blackmailing her best friend? I don't think that'd get you very high on her scoreboard. In fact, that'd probably put Stefan in front of you. So, if you don't leave now that's exactly what I'm going to do," Bonnie half threatened, her voice clipped and full of anger. Though, Bonnie couldn't deny that underneath the anger, she was scared; scared of everything
Damon stepped closer so his chest was basically touching hers. "Oh no, little witch, you do not get to call the shots here. You're the one with the secret here, or have you forgotten already? I could easily just go to Elena and confess every, little bit, of your little secret, with the hard proof of a delicious, almost too good to be true, letter that explains everything in your very own words," He said, his tone deadly and threatening, further enforcing he did not like to be messed with.
"I-I," Was once again, all Bonnie could say. Damon resisted rolling his eyes at her feeble attempt to stand up to him. "Can't speak again? You don't have to, my dear. All it is you have to do is agree and your secret will be somewhat safe with me."
Somewhat? "Somewhat?" Bonnie decided to voice out loud. "Yes, meaning, if you… let's say don't keep your end of the deal, I won't keep mine. So one slip up and your secret is out of somewhat and straight into the ears of Elena and her weeping tears," Damon explained. Bonnie grimaced, instantly regretting asking the question. Damon turned his head to look at the dark, past midnight sky. They had been talking for a while. Damon sighed; he obviously wanted his answer soon.
Bonnie was busy contemplating their conversation, in hope of reaching an agreement of some sort, when an intriguing thought hit her, and she was almost afraid to ask it.
"Wait, I don't understand something," Bonnie suddenly said, filling a silence that probably would have gone on for a while. Damon raised his eyebrows at her. "Do you, now?" Damon looked at the sky once again, before returning his gaze back at her. "I suppose I have time if it helps make up your mind. What is it?"
"Well… I was wondering, why are you doing all of this? W-wouldn't it just be easier to just go to Elena now and tell her? It'll be quicker if you go now, Elena will be upset at Stefan and me, and go to you, and you'll have your happy ending. Why waste this time blackmailing me, when you can just go and get the same thing done, but quicker?" Bonnie asked, she felt stupid after she did. What if he decided to do just that?
Damon gave an appreciative nod at her question before he spoke. "Are you suggesting something?" Damon asked, his eyes focusing on her as Bonnie's eyes widened at his words. "N-no, not at all," She alleged in a rush. "I-I, just, I just-"Bonnie was gratefully cut off by Damon, who had no need or want to hear her mindless reasoning. "You just wanted know why. I know, I understand. No need to get tangled. I just think it would be better in a few different ways, wouldn't you agree?" Damon asked Bonnie. Bonnie just glared at him with spite. She was not going to answer his question.
Damon shrugged as he took a space back, making Bonnie breathe in what felt like fresh air. Damon sighed before answering her question fully this time. "Well, think that this way Elena will appreciate me more. She won't go to me because her dear Stefan betrayed her; she'll come to me, because with your help she'll realize that she loves me more. It'll also anger Stefan more this way. Plus, there some other things we can take care of possibly as well and I find it more fun this way." Damon explained using exactly the right words to explain everything that Bonnie needed to know.
Bonnie just stared up at him with pure helplessness. She didn't say anything and it seemed that Damon was growing impatient with her and her ever-flowing silences.
"You've gotten your answers, now I want mine," Damon said after a few moments. Bonnie took a long breath, sat down on the bed and looked up at Damon. She had no idea what to do. She actually started to feel tears well in her eyes. Bonnie tried to force them back, but that's an impossible task for Bonnie McCullough.
Damon looked away from her for a moment and then back. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her. Bonnie wasn't sure what he was planning on saying and she held her breath as his eyes met hers.
A lump in her throat became noticeable at that moment, making Bonnie let out a raspy breath. An expression wavered in Damon's eyes, but quickly disappeared. "So what will it be, Cara?" He asked, his voice soft, making it seem like he could be trusted; but Bonnie knew he couldn't.
Bonnie felt stupid as she grew weary of her surroundings and lost in his dark, dark, midnight eyes. Damon's face was brought closer to hers in that instant. Bonnie knew she was going to faint at that moment. She scrunched her hands into balls and Damon seemed to notice what was about to happen. He put his hands on her shoulders and shook her a little. "Bonnie?"
It took Bonnie a moment to realize he was talking to her and that she hadn't said anything in five minutes. Damon turned his head away from her to look out the window; she could tell he was trying to let her regain her normal well-being and dignity.
After a moment Bonnie was focusing better once again, and Damon turned back to her, his eyes still as dark as they were when he was looking at her before. Dark eyelashes surrounded the dark eyes, and a strong jaw line accompanied his pale skin and dark features. Bonnie's eyes then reached his lips. Bonnie started to feel dizzy again. "Uhhh, crap," She muttered.
Damon chuckled. Bonnie shook out of her dizzy status as well as she could; Fiery Bonnie wasn't going down without a fight. "Anyways, what if I refuse your little deal?" Bonnie asked with narrowed eyes, trying to move past her dizzy fit. Bonnie didn't want to say the word blackmail out loud.
Damon moved to sit next to her before he spoke. "Well, then I shall just have to go to Elena dearest and tell her of your little Rendezvous with St. Stefan. Then Elena will come to me, and we'll go, leaving you with people who hate you more then you hate yourself," He told her, with a bitter-sweet tone, coating his fake sympathy.
Bonnie's jaw almost wanted to drop at the accuracy of his words. "Damon… I," was all she could say because Damon cut her off. Damon had put his finger to her lips as he stared at her with a determined expression. "There's no reason for you to be hesitating. Do you want Elena to be upset with you? Do you want people to hate you?" He paused briefly, looking at her with a questioning glare. Bonnie shifted uncomfortably; she didn't want that to happen. "I didn't think so, Cara. Just take this deal. Its better then loosing the friendship of Elena, isn't it?" He asked her, truth surrounding his words.
What other choice did Bonnie have? There was nothing left to say. Damon's fingers moved from her lips, and she couldn't help but feel a certain longing for his touch again. Bonnie took a breath, there was nothing left to say or think about. A choice had been made.
"Alright, Damon. I'll… I'll do it," Bonnie finally said. Damon couldn't help but smirk.
"Deal?" Damon said, his head cocking to the side in slight anticipation.
Bonnie winced at the word deal. Nevertheless, the redhead took a breath and faced him fully on the bed. "Deal," She said, as she held out her pinky. Damon almost smiled at her harmless promise tactics. His baby bird was really his baby bird sometimes. Even though he was still quite angry at her for the other night, he was trying to push that aside so they could hopefully work through everything Damon wanted so that he could get it.
Damon felt a sense of determination and deviousness rush through him when they finished shaking pinkies. While Bonnie felt a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a premonition; something told her this wasn't going to end well. Though, she didn't need a physic premonition to tell her that.
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