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NOTE:

"And There Will be Lies" is a direct sequel to "And There Will Be Blood". While reading "And There Will Be Blood" is not required to enjoy the story, I'd recommend it to understand the development that happened between Bonnie and Damon.

Like all my writing, while it is based on TVD's tv show, it has my own original twists and character development that do not follow all the plot lines of the show. I did it this way to make the story flow better. Thanks for reading!

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"Welcome to New York city, sir! Going up?" The bellhop asked.

Damon leaned lethargically against the back of the mirrored elevator before tossing the eager bellhop a rather stoic expression, "13th floor."

The bellhop eyed the available buttons anxiously, "Well, sir, yes, just uh—" The young man was fumbling over his words as he tried to explain, "We don't technically have a 13th floor, I'm sure you're referring to the 14th floor."

Damon quirked a smile that only a true deviant could manage, tapping his fingers idly against the cool metal rod behind him, "Only pussies who believe in picking four leaf clovers actually can improve your luck are daft enough to believe that by calling it the 14th floor somehow magically changes it from actually be the 13th floor of the hotel."

The bellhop was flabbergasted.

Damon tossed his gaze away, "Face it, boy"—Damon emphasized the word "boy" to show the distinction between himself compared to the stammering bellhop—"You can't outrun what's hazardous, simply by changing it's name. Say for instance, I was intent on hurting you. That'd make me 'dangerous', but as far as you're concerned I'm a 'guest'. A 'guest' is a word that suggests someone you warmly welcome into the same space as yourself—like we are. Now, probably right about now, you're terrified of me. Tell me, does calling me a 'guest' make you feel any safer knowing my real nature?"

The bellhop stayed frightened into silence even as the doors finally opened.

"My point has been proven," Damon stepped off the elevator.

"By the way"—Damon waited until the boy nervously flinched—"don't expect a tip…"

AND THERE WILL BE LIES

Chapter 2: Forgotten

Two weeks ago…

"I think you did the right thing," he spoke with absolute certainty.

Matt and Bonnie had managed to isolate themselves in the corner of an Italian pizza parlor that was well known for its stromboli. It had been a long time since Bonnie really was able to spend time with Matt again. Since Bonnie left Mystic Falls to pursue school in New York, Matt—who had obtained an athletic scholarship to the same university as her—was the only true friend she had locally.

Bonnie toyed with the hot-pink straw protruding out of her cherry coke glass. It was strange for her to actually be eating out with someone again. With Damon, she always ordered delivery. No sense in going to a restaurant when she'd be the only thing on the menu Damon could partake of.

She definitely couldn't keep thinking like that, "Matt, there's so much more to it than I can't even begin to tell you."

"Still—I know that it wasn't an easy decision to make, but it was the right one," Matt paused for a moment, and then after a small mental debate he gingerly reached over the table to place his hand on top of hers. "He wasn't good for you."

Uh oh. This was uneven ground; Bonnie hoped the gesture Matt was using held no deeper meaning than comfort.

Bonnie steadied her voice, treading carefully on her words, "Are you saying this as my ex-boyfriend who could potentially be jealous, or as a friend?"

Matt tipped his head to one side, displaying his characteristic partial smile. He always had a way of looking so wholesome when he'd smile like that.

"Maybe both—" Matt answered.

Bonnie parted her lips to speak, but Matt quickly raised his hand.

"Wait, let me finish"—Matt waited for Bonnie to relax before continuing—"We had our chance, and everything you said was right. As much as I hate to admit it, I could see how much you changed when you returned from your trip—no—how much he had changed you. I knew there was no way to compete with that and even with the two of you being finished, I can't compete with his memory."

Now Bonnie could dawn a full-on smile, "Thank you, Matt, but don't think that I don't appreciate the memories we shared as well. Honestly, if you hadn't come to New York, I don't know how I would have survived this long."

Matt's smile was faltering bit-by-bit. He was obviously mulling over the decision to voice something. Watching Matt sum up the courage was making Bonnie start to feel uneasy.

"What is it?" Bonnie asked softly.

"The trip, you never told me what happened on your trip," Matt turned his eyes towards the table, retracting his fingers away from Bonnie's. "I know you think I don't know about it, but I know you didn't go back to Mystic Falls like you had told me. I know you lied."

Bonnie grimaced.

She had lied to him. What could she tell him? That Elena had been kidnapped by Damon and taken to Alaska? That she and Damon had to fight off an ancient vampire that sought to kill her? Lying seemed like the better choice at the time.

Bonnie took a deep breath before somberly answering, "I was in Alaska—"

Matt shifted in against the black vinyl booth uncomfortably, "Oh."

She already knew he was going to ask about whom she'd been with.

"—with Damon," Bonnie finished plainly.

"Oh," Matt repeated with an inflection of complete clarity to the situation.

Bonnie knew Matt wouldn't ask for details, she'd said enough to detour him from asking her about the trip ever again.

"I'm sorry, Matt," Bonnie apologized lamely.

"It's okay," Matt tried to convince himself more than Bonnie of his acceptance. "I guess I couldn't win on all account."

Bonnie sighed, compulsively reaching out to squeeze Matt's arms, "Don't talk like that."

Matt recoiled from her touch.

"No, you just don't get it do you?" Matt was searching Bonnie's eyes for understanding. "Do you realize that there's a lot of things you hide from people? You hide your real feelings; you hide your real thoughts. But that guy—Damon—seems to somehow be involved in every secret of yours. I am trying my hardest to be a friend to you, Bonnie, but you have to let in more people than just Damon Salvatore…"

Bonnie tried to search her mind for some remark to say back to Matt, but she simply couldn't.

I mean—after all—he was right, wasn't he? The sad part was, she didn't even intentionally try to let Damon in. He just either knew or effortlessly discovered all of her little secrets. He even knew things about her that Bonnie wasn't even sure she knew of.

A King's of Leon song started playing. It took Bonnie a moment to realize that it was her mobile phone ring tone. Normally, she would and pushed to send the call to voicemail, but she needed an excuse to change the topic. She motioned for Matt to hold his thoughts as she answered the call.

"Hello?" Bonnie spoke with a forced cordial tone.

There was slow breathing on the phone.

Bonnie checked the screen briefly. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" She repeated more sternly this time.

No answer, simply breathing and one other background noise. It sounded faintly like a violin.

"Who is it?" Matt asked, both curious and agitated.

Bonnie mouthed to him that she didn't know.

"Then hang up," Matt advised.

Bonnie snapped her phone closed quickly. There was something unsettling about the call. Bonnie was disturbed, and it showed all over her face.

"It was probably Damon," Matt's tone was accusatory.

Bonnie shook her head quickly, using her entire body with the motion, "No, no. I don't think so. If it were Damon, he'd want me to know it was him." Suddenly the pizza parlor didn't feel safe anymore. She slid from her side of the table. "No—I think we should go."

Matt stood with her, but still offered more assumptions, "Then it was a prank call."

Bonnie dug into her pockets, tossing out whatever change she managed to find on the table as a tip for the waitress. She slid on her coat swiftly and waited for Matt to do the same.

"You're probably right," Bonnie's smile was uneasy.

Matt walked with Bonnie to the entrance, taking the role of a gentleman to pull the glass door open for her, "Since you paid for the stromboli, I'll pay for the cab ride back to campus."

"Thanks, Matt," Bonnie stepped out onto the sidewalk, immediately assaulted by the scent of the city air. It was dark, save for one streetlight that managed to remain undamaged. She instinctively checked over her shoulder towards the darkened alley near by.

Matt observed Bonnie for a moment before finally saying, "Bonnie, you need to sleep. I'm concerned that you're becoming paranoid as a result of your insomnia. You should see a doctor."

Bonnie wanted to reassure Matt that she was fine, but something else was happening. There was a violin playing. It was faint, but it was there.

Bonnie's caution turned to fear as she turned in every which direction to search out the source.

She spotted it quickly.

A homeless man down the block was playing a broken violin in exchange for coins.

Could it be just a coincidence? Or was the unknown call placed outside of the pizza parlor?

x

Now this was class…

Damon examined his hotel room with a critical eye. The décor looked as though it hadn't been updated since the 50's. There was king-size bed with an old-fashion wooden headboard; it was the perfect noisemaker during naughty activities. To the side there was a wooden desk and chair that looked like they'd taken several beatings over the years. Damon pegged the television set as being the only modern item in the room. The walls were a gaudy floral tangle of gold & brown and there was a fainting couch near the window.

He half expected Audrey Hepburn to waltz through the door and dramatically toss herself against the fainting couch. God, he hated those; they were the interior item he hated most about the 19th century.

Still, Damon had to set aside his disapproval. He didn't come to New York in order to take a holiday. The weight of his mobile phone brushing against his hip was a constant reminder of his reasons.

He had to find Bonnie and fast.

Damon slipped his fingers into his coat pocket, slipping out his sleek, black phone. He searched his contact list, highlighting Bonnie's number. They had been broken up for nearly three weeks with not a single word spoken amongst them. Prior to yesterday, it vaguely irritated him that he couldn't surmount the balls to erase her number from his phone. Now it seemed Damon's inability to let go had turned out to be of benefit.

He placed the call and waiting.

It dialed once, twice…thrice.

"Damon?" Bonnie's voice brought him instant relief.

At least he knew she was safe—for the moment.

"Where are you?" Damon decided to skip the friendly formalities of "hello" and "how are you".

"I'm at school, why?" Bonnie asked.

Damon hung up the phone. He had all the information he needed. Damon collected his hotel keycard, placing it in his right pocket. He eyed the tiny courtesy chocolate that lay on his pillow thoughtfully before throwing that in his pocket too.

x

Bonnie stood in the archway just outside of her now-ending psychology class.

Damon made no sense to Bonnie. First, he was the one to call her and then he hung up on her? Why did it matter where she was? He was all the way in Mystic Falls. Last thing she needed to deal with was her numerous relationship issues with Damon.

She'd spent her entire day trying to find the mysterious girl—Eun-Young—who visited her dorm room last night. No one she'd spoken to seemed to even recall the poor girl.

Bonnie felt riddled with guilt for turning Eun-Young away as a hoax. That girl had been in real danger and she'd simply ignored it.

She couldn't help, but feel the call she received two weeks ago was related to the message she received last night.

1 Message.

Another text message was arriving. Bonnie's pulse began to throb hollowly against her skin. It was simply too ironic that the very moment she thought about the strange text; she'd be receiving another…

She checked her inbox.

1 Message from Matt

Sudden liberation entered as the anxiety completely drained from her body.

She'd forgotten. Bonnie had originally planned to meet Matt for lunch. She'd been so distracted she simply forgot to tell him she couldn't make it.

Bonnie clicked the button to view the message.

It read: "Bonnie?"

There was a picture at the bottom of it. As the image slowly began to load, Bonnie's alarm began to rise again.

The image finalized to reveal a picture of Matt gagged & tied to a chair in a dark room with a single beam of light pouring down against him. Tears flooded the rims of Bonnie's eyes. She had to clasp a hand over his lips just to muffle the scream she wanted to release.

Why hadn't she tried to talk to him sooner? He had nothing to do with anything and he was taken because of her. He looked the worst for wear; there dirt against his face and matted hair. These were indicators that wherever Matt was, he'd been there a while.

There was a caption against the bottom of the image.

How far will you go to save a friend this time? Be at the subway in 20minutes. Speak to no one.

Bonnie had to pull herself together. She was terrified and she was confused. Instinctively she wanted to call the police. She wanted to call Elena and Stefan to get their aid. Most importantly, she wanted to tell Damon.

She knew whoever she was dealing with, knew where she was, and apparently knew whom she spoke to. She couldn't chance getting more people involved than necessary. Matt's life was not something she'd risk.

Bonnie recomposed, swallowing down the aching in her chest and promptly, she started to run.

She had to make it to the subway…