Okay part three everyone! I loved writing this chapter, it just flowed haha. So this is taking place presumably before Tyler does the whole werewolf evolution b/c lets face it, a werewolf could kick a vampire's ass any day. Below are a few quotes that remind me of this chapter and Bonnie and Damon's relationship as a whole. Hope you guys like it and remember to give me your thoughts. Love, Bamonlove
"Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."
-Rumi
"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself."
-Henry Miller
I can feel him watching me even with my back turned to him. His eyes seem to have this overwhelming affect on me. It's Elena's lavish birthday party that Caroline threw for her that has brought us together again. We are in the Lockwoods' grandiose mansion and the main room is filled with drunk guests, old guests, lost guests and vampire guests. There is an entire room of people separating us but I can still sense his every movement.
"Didn't this turn out so amazing?" squeals Caroline, smiling to herself.
"It really did," I reply, pretending to be just as enthusiastic.
"Elena said she didn't want anything big but I know better," she continues, grabbing a crab cake from a waiter.
She really is clueless isn't she, comes Damon's voice, dripping with repulsion.
She means well, I reply, feeling defensive of Caroline.
Meaning well never makes up for stupidity, he says.
"Bonnie?" Caroline's voice interrupts my conversation with Damon.
"What?" I ask, completely unaware of what she was saying.
"I asked you if you've seen Matt," she says, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face.
"No, I haven't," I reply, smiling sheepishly. "Maybe he's outside with Tyler."
You should really be nice to her, I continue, walking towards the restroom. After all you did exploit her and throw her away like garbage.
She should know better than to go home with a stranger, he says indifferently.
I feel a bit of anger rising up inside of me because of Damon's apathy toward how he treated Caroline. I hate moments like these, where just as I'm thinking Damon is changing he suddenly turns back into the vampire I met at Elena's house.
I slip into the restroom where I see a girl with her face in the toilet, the lights out and her friends standing outside with absolutely no concern for her.
"Sorry," I mumble, walking outside backwards.
"Oomph," I hear, and suddenly I find my back bumping against someone.
"Oh sorry," I say, before seeing who it is.
"That's okay," says Tyler, smiling down at me. "You okay Bonnie?"
"Yeah," I say, running a hand through my hair. "It's just a little crowded in here."
"Right?" he agrees, rolling his eyes. "I don't know why Caroline had to invite so many people. I mean, I think most of them are from Maryland."
I nod, looking around for Damon because I've suddenly lost sight of him and for some reason it's making me nervous.
"Want to go outside?" offers Tyler, nodding towards the patio.
"Sure," I reply, wanting to get some air.
We step outside and the contrast of hot and noisy with peaceful and cool makes me feel dizzy. I sit down on a bench and try to catch my breath.
"So how have you been?" he asks, sitting down next to me.
I shrug, not used to Tyler caring about anything other than himself.
"Okay I guess," I answer, smiling slightly. "And you?"
"Okay too," he answers, shrugging. "Are you going out with anyone right now?"
I'm taken aback by this question, so sudden and out of nowhere.
"Not really," I say, shaking my head.
As much as I like Damon, what we have is not what I would call a relationship or even dating.
Tyler scoots closer to me and brushes my hair out of my face. I don't know how to react to this gesture so I don't move an inch.
"I've always kind of had a crush on you Bonnie," he says, his mouth only inches from mine.
"Really," I say, trying to scoot back.
He comes closer and before I know what's happening, his mouth is on mine. For a few seconds I'm blank and don't know what to do. He's trying to get his tongue in my mouth but when I realize what's happening, I put my hands on his chest and try to push him away. He simply takes this as a challenge and grabs my face roughly in his hands.
"Tyler stop it," I say, still trying to push him away.
"C'mon Bonnie no one's watching," he murmurs, putting one hand on my back.
He kisses me again and before I have a chance to unleash some kind of spell on him, he is suddenly flying across the lawn and land s about twenty feet away from where we were.
I look up to see Damon next to me and suddenly he's not and he's standing over Tyler, who looks terrified.
"Damon don't!" I shout, running to where they are. "Please."
"I could've sworn I heard her tell you to stop," says Damon, grabbing Tyler by his shirt collar.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear," says Tyler, shaking.
Damon shakes his head and smiles as if this is the most amusing thing he's ever heard.
"Now that's a load of crap," he replies.
"Damon," I repeat, this time closer. "Stop it."
He turns to look at me.
"What do you like this guy?" he asks, disgusted.
"No," I say, grabbing his jacket. "Please don't hurt him. He's not worth it."
Damon thinks about this for a few seconds. He looks back at Tyler, who is so terrified I swear I can see tears in his eyes. Damon's grip on him tightens and I think for a second he will definitely kill him.
"You stay away from Bonnie," he says, using that seductive voice I recognize. "If she ever tells you to leave her alone again, you do it. And forget about everything that just happened."
He throws Tyler to the ground and suddenly, as if under hypnosis, Tyler begins looking around.
"What happened?" he asks, rubbing his head.
"You were out here passed out," I answer quickly.
Tyler smiles to himself. "Damn, I must have drank too much."
He walks away and makes a pointed effort not to look at me and I know the compulsion worked.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout at Damon, putting both my hands on his chest and pushing him.
"What are you talking about?" he asks, in an equally irritated tone. "That guy was all over you even when you told him to stop? Was I just supposed to watch?"
"No but you didn't have to attack him," I say, walking away.
"Hey," he says, grabbing my elbow roughly. "You knew who I was that night I kissed you. Don't be so self righteous Bonnie."
"The only reason I allowed that to happen was because I know you've changed," I reply, jerking my arm away from his grasp. "I never would have allowed the old Damon to do that."
"I haven't changed," he says, laughing. "When the hell did I change?"
"You're not the same person you were," I say. "You've helped me and Stefan and Elena so many times and you killed Katherine and you've helped me deal with things even Elena couldn't help me with. You can't tell me you're the same person you were when you came back here."
"So basically what you're saying is that I'm a little bitch now," he says, bluntly.
"No," I reply. "I'm saying you're becoming a good person. What's so wrong with that Damon? What's so wrong with doing the right thing and not taking the easy way?"
"Nothing," he says, shaking his head. "But it's not who I am."
"Says who?" I say, feeling my voice becoming shaky. "Katherine? Stefan? Your father? They don't know you Damon."
He doesn't say anything but his jaw clenches in that way I recognize so well.
"You could've killed Tyler right now if you wanted," I murmur. "But you didn't."
Damon starts to laugh gently and shakes his head.
"You're completely destroying me, you know that Bonnie Bennett," he says, running a hand through his hair. "You're completely screwing with my reputation."
"Is that such a bad thing?" I say, taking his hand.
"We'll see," he says, taking my hand and kissing it. "I'm not making you any promises."
"I don't need them," I say, burying my face in his neck.