Hello, my pretties. I decided to continue the I'm Not in Love story since I got so many wonderful reviews. * wiggles eyebrow * I told you reviews make my heart flutter. ;)
Also, if you guys have any song you wish me to try and write about, please send me your suggestions! ( I'm sure you've noticed I alway begin with a lyric or two in the start of my fictions )
Anyways, the show goes on.
I apologise for any misspellings and grammatical errors. Like my other fics, this one was not beta'd.
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~ Whorendous
But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human
"Blonde was always my favorite."
Bonnie watched in horror as the pool of blood swirled around the water drain between them. He tossed the dead girl's body to the side and she could only stare as the lifeless corpse fell down with a slight bounce against the pavement. She could feel her heart cursing its self. Mad it stupidly granted this murderer permission to build a home there. And in that very moment, Bonnie hated herself. How could she ever think he could rise above his nature? The rain thumped dully against her skull. Her clothes, she could sense, gradually heaver as the seconds passed. Her throat tightened and she raised her gaze to his blue eyes.
Empty. So god damned frigging empty.
All the anger and confusion blinded her and her nerves were shot to hell. Nails dug into the plump skin of her palms, blood had yet to release underneath the sharp sting.
"Well, if it isn't Miss. Judgey herself. "
Bonnie flinched at the cold vibration of his tone. This voice did not belong to the man who she had come to know while on the Other Side. This was something darker…evil. It was the vampire she loathed from the bottom of her heart. The monster who slaughtered her Grams, turned her birth mother and if she was truly honest, whom she feared. Green eyes observed the blood dripping on his mouth and down his neck and her heart dropped. He was so far away from her Damon. Yes, despite all possible logical scenarios, she had a part of Damon she cared for deeply for. One, she believed, was a shimmer of the man he was before Katherine. Before the shit-storm that is his life, began as a vampire. Her fists squeezed tighter and her lips pursed angrily. He didn't deserve to call her nicknames…that was a privilege solely for friends. This…thing was not her friend.
"Why, Damon? Why would you ruin…" Everything.
He let his smirk twist into something more sinister than she has ever seen on him before. He began to walk towards her and every cell in her body told her to run. Yet, a single wisp of hope called on her instinct to fight. That tiny piece of her grew and resurrected the firm belief that she could bring him back from whatever this was. His footsteps splashed the puddles of water as he came closer. She backed up slightly and raised her right hand. Pushing a wave of magic in his direction, she could feel her nervousness quell as he dropped to his knees. Her bloodline promised she was not alone in this. A moment passed. He hummed in pain and wagged his finger in her direction. His head cocked to the side as if he found something amusing and released a dark chuckle.
"Now, Bonnie, if you wanted me on my knees all you had to do was ask. You kinky girl."
Bonnie's lip quivered at the sadistic innuendo. Her heart broke at how much of himself he had lost. Memories of pancakes, late night monopoly games, and his carefree laughter flashed before her. Anger raged throughout her system. How could he? How could he just forget everything they've been through? How much good he had in him?
"Shut up, Damon! I should kill you for killing that girl. We've been here before. You know what I can do to you." She pressed her power against him and he fell back with a painful groan, his legs plopping out from under him. She hesitated before she slowly made her way to his feet. She swallowed hard and glanced down at him. She ignored the emotional agony of betrayal that stuck in her throat and took a deep breath. I have to do this.
"I'm going to kill you, Damon. But first, I want you to tell me why. Why did you let it win?" How could you?
Damon winced and tried to shove away the pain he could hear in her voice. I don't care. Not again. Never again. I'm done. He opened his eyes and looked up to meet her gaze. What he found there was not the hate he expected. The pure disappointment that glared in her orbs broke whatever part of his heart Elena and Katherine had left him. His face contorted into anger. Anger at himself and the bloodlust that he loved so much. He could feel the weight of her spell lessen and he sat up, screaming his frustration. He looked down at his reflection in the water and glared at the man (beast) that stared back. Was this all he could ever be? His shoulders hunched over.
Bonnie could feel the defeat and regret wash over the man in front of her. Her hand dropped and she let go of the spell she held over him. Part of her brain warned her to kill him, begged, but the anguish that bellowed from him reminded her that there was still hope for this man. Her Damon still resided within the shell she battled now. Bravely, she step over to his side and drop to her knees.
"What happened?" she whispered, raising her hand slowly to his cheek.
He slapped away the comfort she offered and glared up at her through his wet bangs. Remembering the confrontation with Elena earlier, he snarled.
Bonnie frowned and watched him carefully. She observed him struggling to erect the emotional wall she has seen pop up when he was feeling vulnerable. She ignored the thought on the back of her mind that asked, when did she get so good at reading him? But concentrated on quieting the desire to smack him out of her own frustration. Why does he make it so hard to like him?!
Damon gathered as much venom he could muster and steadied his eyes on hers. "Nothing. I'm just finally accepting the place that has been set for me since I was born, witch."
Her eyes widened and her heart stopped. What on earth does that mean? She opened her mouth to ask, but a second study of his face made her hesitate. Two words popped into her brain. The villain.
Something clicked and she finally saw it all. Everything that made Damon…Damon. She finally realized…he had used this act his whole life. He was the bad brother. The one who broke the rules and made poor decisions. He probably, from the very beginning of his life, failed to reach the image someone had for him. Maybe that's why vampirism fit him so well. So he got used to doing the opposite of what he should to…in order lower the expectations others had of him. He couldn't fail something that wasn't there. Oh, you fucking…
She moved so quick, neither Bonnie nor Damon could understand what happened.
"Son of a bitch!" Damon leaned over and held his bloody nose. He stared up at the witch in shock. "You punched me." Stunned, they both stumbled up, the rain beating down so hard they had to blink. Both of them were breathing heavily, shoulders rising to the beat of their lungs. He looked on as she brushed her short black hair out of her face, her eyes blazing down at her hand in wonder. Despite his nose quickly healing, he walked over to her and glared.
"Witchy, you can't just go around punching people!" he screeched indignantly like a child.
A beat passed.
Bonnie looked back at him and warmth colored her body. Something akin to hope and relief bubbled within her. He's back. Her mouth quivered a bit and then it broke into a full on grin. She started laughing. Pure laughter escaped her lips and she had to lean over, catching herself on her knees.
Damon's eye widened while his mouth curled into disbelief. She was laughing. At him. He looked around in surprise, his hands down uselessly at his side. He watched the glee roll off of her in waves and let the feeling glaze over him.
Bonnie sighed as her laughter subsided. She looked back up at him and pushed down the second set of giggles when she saw his befuddlement. Oh my god, did that feel good. She quirked her lips at him and swaggered over to stand before him. Her chin lifted, so she could meet his eyes head on. Putting one hand on her hip and the other poking him in the chest, she said "That was a long time coming, Salvatore."
Damon's eyes glanced down at her finger and back to her eyes. Seeing the humor there he could feel his body and mind relax instantly. Her emotions were infectious. Like a plague. A pleasant, unwanted plague. At that, he snorted, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He adjusted his stance and shook his head.
"Yeah, I guess it was, Bennett." He smiled down at her.
Her breath caught and she could feel her heart pound in her chest. Cliché? Yes. Was he that good looking? Oh, unfortunately, yes. Licking her lips, she leaned her face closer to his. She briefly wondered if he could feel her breath on his face and then hoped her breath didn't smell. She pushed that thought away and pointed a finger at him. She confidently announced, "Damon Salvatore, unfortunate pain in my ass, if you think that you can hide from my expectations of you. Of the good, I know you have. The good person that I know is still in this," she poked the right side of his chest again, sharply, "shriveled heart of yours, you are sorely mistaken." She watched his eyes widen and she enjoyed, as she often did, that she got the upper hand on him. Can't hide now, Damon. The witch is on fire tonight. "As your friend," He quirked an eyebrow at this. "Yes, I said friend. Trust me, it's against my better judgment." She took a deep breath. "I swear on the life of my ancestors and Bennett blood, I will give you an aneurysm so painful you will wish you were back in Rebekah's torture room, if you ever ever think you can run away from your humanity again." She puffed out the last sentence as she ran out of breath at the end. Her green eyes sparkled, challenging him to try her.
Both of Damon's eyebrows raised this time. He was dumbfounded. First of all, only Stefan had confronted him about this. Second, he never ever thought of all the people who could figure it out, it would be Bonnie fucking Bennett. He wanted to be angry, furious, that she thought she could wrap her head around how he felt. How dare she? Hell, she has frequently poked the chinks in his armor; such as that delightful parking lot conversation back in 1994. He got pissed off then. But now, he couldn't muster up the fury. He never imagined she would understand so much. Accept so much. He was absolutely caught off guard. Which made his world a little off kilter. His mouth parted a little in fascination at this tiny woman who understood what the rest of the women in his life never did. Or at least cared enough to bring up. Her green eyes pulled him in and he could feel his, as she called it, shriveled up heart tug so hard it hurt. His eyes widened further. He knew this feeling. Oh…did he ever. He smirked lightly.
Little Bonnie Bennett, trying to steal my heart. Who would'ya thunk it?
Bonnie was startled at the smirk she saw creep onto his lips. That was not the reaction she expected. None-the-less she refused to back down. She crossed her arms in front of her, snuggly against the undersides of her breasts. She straightened her spine, preparing for the argument she was sure to follow, as it always did when she rubbed his nose in his mistakes.
He glanced subtly down as her chest puffed out. He wondered why he never noticed them quite like this before. They were almost the perfect size, he only says "almost" because he hasn't felt them up. Yet.
His smirk grew wider and Bonnie had a distinct feeling of being prey. She looked him up and down. "What?"
Damon crunched his nose mockingly and waved his arm in front of him. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, little bird." His eyes widened for emphasis and he grinned. Oh, he liked that nick name. He was keeping that one.
Bonnie did back up a little bit then. Wary of his change in mood, she switched the subject quickly.
"What made you go all, evil vampire Damon? I don't think it was something simple as stubbing your toe." She raised one eyebrow, daring him to hide from her question.
Damon sobered up pretty quickly, his eyes dulling a little. Eyebrows furrowed. Bonnie got the distinction this may have something to do with her best friend and prepared to have an objective perspective on the situation. For all their sakes. She shivered a little and rubbed her arms over her jacket.
Damon took notice and lifted a hand to her hair and tucked the loose piece behind her ear. His eyes closed and reopened. "I'll tell you in a minute. But let me clean up my mess. Here are the keys to my car," he grabbed her wrist and dropped the keys in her hand. "I'll meet you there in a second." He narrowed his eyes at her and tapped her nose. "No joy rides." He smirked again and twirled around to face the body behind him.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. However, her heart was thumping so loudly she knew he must have heard it. He was acting…flirty? Nah. Even if he was, this was Damon, man-whore extraordinaire. She ignored the whisper that reminded her that he was always faithful to the girls he fell for. She swallowed and closed her eyes, and forced herself to walk over to his car…trying to ease the guilt of the dead girl behind her.
