"OK, now… Try to open it just a little more, see if you can read what your mothers dreaming about." Damon said, grinning at Bonnie. It had been hard for them to get together to practice since school started, with her going out all the time to get more supplies for school. And then homework, and her friends asking her to tag along somewhere, Damon didn't have much time to try and teach her anything.
But she was a pro at shielding her mind now.
Here it was, one week after their first session and he was trying to teach her how to open up enough to read others minds clearly, and talk to others. She already knew how to read minds, but she was so tired that first day of school that she actually couldn't help it.
At least that's what he thought.
"Um, OK, if you say so." She started to close her eyes when he interrupted her.
"Eye's open, young one. Learn the right way first and I'll be gone faster." He said smiling when she giggled. She had the cutest laugh he'd ever heard, mainly because it sounded like a small child's and he didn't listen to many children laugh.
"I know, I know, it's just hard." She kept her eyes open, but narrowed in concentration.
"I'll do it too to see if your right." He said, jumping at the chance to spy on someone.
Watching her mother dream was weird, she was dreaming of Bonnie, only Bonnie was laying on her back in a dark room. There were figures hovering over her, and it sounded like they were crying. And if that wasn't the oddest part of it, her mother seemed to feel very helpless. And mothers almost never felt helpless.
Damon took a closer look and saw that he was one of the people hovering over her, but he wasn't hovering, but cradling her in his arms. This dream looked all too real for his own tastes, but he couldn't help looking down at Bonnie, hoping that maybe she'd simply fainted.
There was a huge hole in her chest, with a stake laying beside them.
"I see her dreaming that someone's killed me…" she whispered, still in awe and trying to take in all the surroundings to figure out maybe who did it, as Damon was doing. Damon laughed, slightly nervous. Why did it bother him to see her laying like that? "It's just a dream." He said, realizing why it was bothering him.
"And a pretty graphic one at that." She said. "And that looks like one of the rooms at that castle we've been studying in Italian class." She said grinning. "Mom's always had a pretty big imagination."
*~~*~~*
Bonnie was laughing along with the rest of the class. Harder maybe, because the teacher was even angrier then she'd been when Bonnie recited her lesson back to her word for word.
Damon was laying on the floor, the coat he'd balled up under his head still there, after falling from his seat, while sleeping, still sleeping, and snoring. He looked absolutely peaceful, and the person who owned the coat looked furious that it was on the floor.
The teacher was getting really mad though.
"Marcus! Wake up and get in to your seat! Young man, so help me, if you don't get up in your seat I'll call the Principal in!"
"Help me… Call in the principal…" he mumbled, causing everyone to laugh harder.
'You're really going to get it now…' Bonnie whispered in his mind, laughing so hard that her side was starting to hurt.
'I know, but this school is so boring, you guys need some entertainment.' He whispered back, stretching out of the floor like a lazy cat, as if he were just waking up.
Suddenly, though, Bonnie doubled over, holding her head as an immense pain centered itself in the middle of her mind and tried to break down her walls. Something was trying to get into her mind, and the something was very strong. She could feel that in her weakened state, and it was hurting more and more to block it out.
And before she gave up completely and let the person take over her she felt someone's mind surrounding hers. And then she felt relief so strong she nearly passed out.
Looking up though, she found everyone's eyes were on her, which made her a little self conscious. She looked at Damon, and asked him softly, 'What was that?' with her mind. His arms were around her and it was his wall that she felt around her. She was glad because he was strong enough to help her out. She didn't know if she could keep the other mind out if it tried again.
And she knew it would when it got the chance.
He shrugged and picked her up and helped her out of the room, she waited outside, sitting on the floor while he gathered their things, and then they left for the day. She was still trying to figure out what had happened, but couldn't figure it out, or place why it felt so familiar…
*~~*~~*
"Bonnie, take down that shield, God I can't read your mind anymore." Damon told her, smiling evilly.
"That's the point in having a shield. Duh. It's not that good is it?" she asked him, sitting down on the floor in the middle of her room in front of him.
"It's pretty good now. A little stronger then Little Brothers were before he started sipping from humans more regularly." He told her nonchalantly.
"So he's really doing that now?" she asked, as if they talked about it all the time. That was something that had become different about Bonnie, she was way too comfortable with Damon. And as much as he wanted to do something to push her away from that feeling, he couldn't find anything that worked for very long.
"Yea, I saw him just last night with some bum, he still has his own code of honor or something. I don't know. I figure if she'll let me take it, I'll take it, if not, I'll trick her." He grinned at Bonnie.
"Yea, yea, I know. But you didn't, and you have Matt to thank." She said, grinning back at him.
That was a sore spot. "Good for nothing little…"
"What are we going to do tonight?" Bonnie asked, cutting into Damon's colorful swearing. He was sure she couldn't understand most of it, since it weaved in and out of the different languages he'd learned over the years.
"The last thing I think that your capable of doing." He said smiling wolfishly. "I thought we'd try a little something that has to do with convincing a person to do something."
"I can already to that. Just tell them to do something and they'll do it." She said with laugh. It was obvious that she was a close friend to Elena.
"No, I mean without them knowing that you wanted them to do it." He said, sighing as if he were frustrated with her. He wasn't, she was learning very fast for being a human.
"But how, no one here is weaker then I am, and if they are then they're asleep." She said, frowning at him. He inwardly glared at himself for what he was about to say, trying to find a way to say it without coming across as weak.
"Not really. Just for this one occasion I didn't feed for a few nights. So basically I'm about as strong as you are." He said, trying for Cheerful. But then he frowned. "That and I couldn't get any one alone long enough to actually get something." He said to himself. She smiled at him knowingly, and he suspected that she was part of the reason as to why he wasn't well fed.
"Well OK, I guess. How do I do it?" she asked.
"Open up your shield a little, and just lightly brush with my mind. Find the right buttons to press to get me to do something simple." He said. "Like pick up a picture or scratch my hair. The simpler, the less they'll know their being pushed to do it."
"OK. Just don't read my mind while I'm trying to do this, I don't want you to know what I'm doing before I do it, because then you'll be able to fight it off better." She said and started playing softly with his mind.
"All right, I'll give you that much." He said, closing his eyes and smiling. "When are you going to start?" he asked. "I need to be ready to try and find you in my mind."
"I dunno." She said. "When ever I find something to make you do." She giggled softly.
"What?" he asked, playing with a piece of his hair, twirling it around his index finger. When he noticed what he was doing he started laughing. "Why you little..!"
"Was that good?" she asked, smiling triumphantly.
"Yea, I guess. We'll try something bigger some other time." He said, playing with his shoe strings. "And would you stop that!" he said, laughing again and tackling her, throwing his shield up once again now that she obviously got it.
"I couldn't help it!" she said falling back giggling while he tickled her. "I won't do it again!" she cried out trying to get him off of her. A losing battle for her, and she knew it as well as he did. So he was happy that she still tried.
"That's right you won't!" he kept tickling her. He was actually having fun, and it was a good fun, something he knew he'd able to do again. Bonnie seemed to think this cruel as well, so it fit his bad side very well.
Soon he got tired, though, and Bonnie looked like she was about to pee all over herself, so he stopped and looked down at her with a smile. He had her pinned by her arms so that she couldn't try to tickle him back, even though he wasn't that ticklish he still had those vulnerable spots.
His smile softened as she caught her breath. She looked really beautiful when she was all out of breath, her entire middle rising and falling under him, a soft pink hint to her skin. Her hair was fanned out around her, and soon after thinking about all this his mind drifted off to things he was never meant to think about with her…
Her soft skin that smelt faintly of Cinnamon and Apples. And her hair smelt like Bubble gum and was as soft as silk in his hands and fingertips. Even though she was small, she was pretty well built. He accounted that to her being on some sports team or maybe that she worked out in private.
And her eyes. Eye's that he could easily lose himself in. The deep brown was like a sanctuary for him, a place where he could hide from the entire world, from himself. And they were so full of knowledge and comfort. He could see the light in her eyes that she was always trying to show, but was forced to hide, the one that was slowly disappearing.
Before he realized what he was doing, he was leaning over and softly kissing her lips….
*~~*~~*
She noticed that he was staring at her more than intently, almost lovingly. And his eyes sparkled like the ones she often saw in her dreams; they looked like a black sky, with millions of stars shining against it. 'I wonder who that is.' She thought softly to herself, thinking about the dreams she'd been having lately with herself and that dark figure with her. For some reason she never saw exactly who it was, it was always like a shadow.
The dreams were of that girl from his memory. The one with the long bright blond hair and golden brown eyes. She looked like a princess from some movie or from a book. Bonnie liked the way she dressed, casual but important, as if she knew how to be one of her people while still ruling them. And she was always smiling and happy around the dark figure, but every time she got close to seeing his face, she woke up.
She was snapped out of her reverie with the soft silky touch of lips against her own. Startled, she kissed them back just as softly as her mind supplied a name and face to the lips on her own, feeling the grip he had on her arms loosened.
Now would have been the best time to jump on him and tickle him back, she liked getting revenge, especially against people like Damon. But she was content just laying where she was, kissing him as softly as he was her.
It felt like it did the first time: Soft, but slightly needy. As if he needed her to love him and to accept him and care for him. As if he'd been alone forever, which was probably the case in hand. As far as she knew he only slept with girls he thought pretty, never actually been with someone out of love. And surprisingly she wanted to change that, she wanted to love him for everything he was, and for him to love her back.
Soon she felt his hands slide down her arms and her body and rest on her hips, not moving up or down, not lifting her shirt. Just resting there, gripping the shirt each time a sweet pang of love the, piecing through what both had around them and tearing it down to reveal who they truly where.
She smiled softly to herself. He wasn't going to be perverted about this, she wasn't just a play toy for tonight. Then she felt his lips part slightly, and felt a soft tongue slip out from his mouth, and caress her lips, teasing her to open them.
She gave in.
Tilting her head slightly she parted her lips and gave him permission to explore her. He was so gentle about it, and the kiss was slowly driving her mad, the way he kept her from deepening it was slowly driving her crazy. She felt the need he had for her become the need she had for him and realized that it was a feeling that had always been with her, just unnoticed until right then.
She didn't know exactly how she tasted to him, but he tasted very exotic, but very good. Almost like Apples and Watermelon, or something crazy like that, something that was new to her that excited her very much.
She enjoyed his lips none the less, and the feel of his hands gripping and gripping her shirt. He wasn't pressing his body against hers like most of the guys she dated did when they wanted something, in fact she barely felt him against her. What she could feel though was an immense need for her, one that he wasn't aware of yet.
She opened her eyes to see that he'd opened his too, and was soon staring deeply into his eyes. They sparkled like the stars at night, and she felt that both their walls were down in crumbles around them. Neither caring about their useless shields, neither wanting this moment to ever end.
She could feel his mind around hers, softly touching hers, caressing it with such tenderness. She could feel her mind melting and her body losing touch with the world, it felt a little like she was falling. Into what, she didn't know, but she didn't care. She had the feeling Damon wouldn't let anything hurt her while she was falling.
Then his eyes covered over suddenly and he practically jumped off her, his eyes darting around the room nervously. He looked like a cat that had been thrown into a room with dogs, she could practically see hair standing on end he was so scared.
"Damon?" she asked softly, finding her voice and her muscles still worked properly.
But instead of an, 'I'm sorry' or, 'I didn't mean to' or something from him that she expected, she was greeted with a, "Don't touch me."
"What's wrong?" She asked, pulling herself up to sitting position. She watched him as he tried to pull his walls up around him again, not doing a very successful job of it, they kept falling again at his nervousness as he looked around him, anywhere but at her. He finally gave up and looked up at her with hurt eyes, frightened eyes.
She wanted to hold him and tell him that there was nothing to be afraid of, that nothing would hurt him. But in that moment looking into his eyes she realized why he was so jumpy and upset looking.
He looked away.
"This whole scene. I…I can't do this." He said, looking like an innocent, hurt child. Bonnie was surprised, he actually stuttered, this was definitely bothering him. But what it was that was bothering him was unclear.
How could he not kiss her like that?
"Can't do what?" she asked, getting up and walking over to him trying to catch his eye. When she finally did she saw all the hurt and longing and fear clashing in his eyes. She knew his walls were down and that he was struggling to pull them back up around him.
Before he said anything she knew what he couldn't do, it was written in his eyes and in the painful expression on his face. Knew that her world was coming to a complete stop before he ever uttered a word of it.
"I can't love you." He said softly.
Then she watched as he made his way over to her window and jumped out noiselessly and without a goodbye.
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