Just a random chapter that came to mind. I wanted to show Bonnie getting another glimpse into Damon's past life. Love, BamonTivaLove
p.s. I will be adding two chapters today since I really don't think this one is very important or exciting lol.
"I never should have signed up for creative writing," I complain, burying my face in a pillow, as I sit on Damon's couch, attempting to write a story.
Damon is sitting on the floor next to me, looking through spell books that it had taken me a while to trust him with. I had always been afraid he'd memorize them and take them to another witch but he'd proved himself trustworthy and loyal so I figured he wouldn't do that.
He looks up at me as if I'm being overdramatic and sighs.
"What do you have to write about?" he asks, putting his chin in his hand.
"Something revolving around the supernatural," I reply, crinkling my nose.
He gives me another look but this time it's one that makes it seems as though I just said something really dumb and he can't believe it.
"What?" I ask, annoyed with his expression.
"Witch, meet vampire," he says, pointing at me and then at him. "All the inspiration you need is in this room. It's in this town Bonnie."
"I don't know enough about witches to write something about them," I reply, rolling my eyes. "I only know about me."
"So write about vampires," he says, looking back down at the spell book. "They're more interesting anyway."
This catches my attention and I try to figure out if he really just said that.
"Excuse me?" I say, offended. "And why is that?"
Damon rolls his eyes.
"Come on Bonnie," he says, his tone completely stoic. "Vampires are mysterious and have super human abilities. Plus, I mean, we're all pretty hot if I do say so myself."
"Witches have super human abilities too," I argue. "Plus we can hurt vampires more than vampires can hurt us."
"But only if they have a head start," he replies, smiling deviously. "I could snap your neck right now if given the chance and you wouldn't even have the chance to react."
I gasped. "Well you're just a little full of yourself aren't you Damon."
He shrugged and kept smiling. "It's the truth."
Suddenly, like an angel coming to prevent me from doing something to prove Damon wrong, Stefan walks in, coffee in one hand and a book in the other.
"Stefan," I say, sitting up. "Please tell your delusional brother that vampires are neither more interesting nor more powerful than witches."
"It really depends on the situation Bonnie," he replies, sitting down on the couch across from me.
"A simple 'yes you're right Bonnie' would do," I mutter, annoyed at Stefan's analytical mind.
"Stefan has always been analytical and practical," says Damon, smirking after hearing my thoughts. "Even when we were kids. That is why he was never good at fighting or football. He's not good on his feet."
Stefan snorted before saying, "And Damon has always been impulsive and irrational. That is why he was never good at school or chess or anything that requires patience or an extended amount of thought."
"One time when we were ten or eleven," begins Damon, slightly irritated. "Stefan here got the lights knocked out of him because he took too long thinking about his next move while boxing. He was bleeding from his nose for about ten minutes straight."
I smile slightly, finding this somewhat amusing but not wanting to betray my loyalty to Stefan by laughing at him.
Stefan smiles a little too, more annoyed than amused.
"Damon once shot our dog in the leg because he was too impatient to wait for our instructor to show us how to use the rifles properly," he says, tilting his head to the side, mockingly.
"That dog was useless anyway," replies Damon, shrugging.
I run my hand through Damon's hair and bend down to kiss him on the cheek before saying,
"I like impulsive."
Damon smiles and raises his eyebrows at Stefan victoriously.
"But," I continue, looking at Stefan, "thoughtful and patient is good too."
Damon's smile turns into a frown. "I'm going to get a drink."
He gets up and bolts out of the living room, leaving me and Stefan.
"You really shouldn't enable him," says Stefan, not looking up from his book.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused.
He looks up at me and says, "You shouldn't encourage that impulsive behavior. It's bad enough in humans but in a vampire it's even worse."
I shake my head and smile. "It's harmless. He knows that there's certain things I won't stand for. He just likes to get a rise out of people."
"You two do know I can hear you," calls Damon, from wherever he is.
"And you have heard of such a thing called privacy," I call back, rolling my eyes.
"If you say it in my house, I get to hear it," he replies.
"I'll remember that next time you don't want me hearing your thoughts," I shoot back.
He responds with silence which I assume means he's accepted my argument.
I turn around to see Stefan smiling good heartedly, as if he's just seen two little kids arguing.
"You're good for him Bonnie," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "I don't think he's ever had a normal relationship."
"What are you talking about," I say, sarcastically. "He and Katherine were the epitome of normal and healthy."
"What I'm saying is," he continues, "I'm glad you were able to get past your differences because I think you two are more alike than meets the eye."
I nod. "I think so too."
Suddenly, Damon's back by my side again, this time sitting next to me on the couch. He's drinking a glass of straight vodka and I cringe.
"How can you drink that?" I ask, recalling Tyler's end of the year party where vodka was my worst enemy the morning after.
Damon smirks, "It's the drink of all sexy, badass vampires. You should try it."
"No thanks," I say, crinkling my nose. "I'm not a fan."
"Well maybe you should open your horizons," he says, smiling and taking a big drink. "Or learn to like the taste."
Suddenly, he leans over so that he's practically on top of me and kisses me, putting both his hands on my face. I can taste and smell the vodka and I try to push him away but he's too strong. I start laughing because of how hard it is to get him off and he just smiles while he's kissing me, enjoying the fight I'm putting up.
"Damon that's so gross," I manage to get in, my lips still against his.
Damon only laughs and continues kissing me, his hands pinning my wrists down. Finally, he stops and kisses me on the lips one last time before getting off and taking another drink.
"See, that wasn't so bad was it," he says.
"I guess not when it's consumed like that," I reply, throwing a pillow at him.
"And look," he says, nodding at the couch opposite us, "we even got rid of Stefan."
I look over and see the empty couch and no sight of Stefan.