While Stefan was there Bonnie put him to work, and told him to use Elena and show her how to do some slow dancing. That was the one thing they hadn't taught her much about in Princess school, and probably figured she knew all about. She knew how to do it, basically. But she knew there were different ways, and wanted to know more than the holding each other tightly step all over your feet kind.
So he went one extra step, and grabbed her up, in her night gown she had thrown on so that she would be comfy while she slept, and taught her how to dance. He twirled her around the room, which was actually pretty spacious once you got used to it, and showed her how to loosen up so that the Man could lead properly.
"Thanks." She said, as he turned her and stopped her, still holding her hand. Then he bowed gracefully and kissed her hand. It tickled a little, with her being unused to such politeness, and she curtsied like she was taught.
"T'was nothing Fair Maiden." He said, and got a laugh from her and Meredith.
"Now shoo! I and the girls need to get ready for this little dance were having." She said, causing Meredith and Elena to giggle. And he obediently left. "Good puppy, remind me to give him a biscuit." She said to Elena after the door closed, getting another laugh out of her.
'I heard that.' he told her softly, she could hear the amusement in his mental voice
"OK." Elena said. "First off, what are you wearing?" she asked.
"I don't know. There was this really pretty forest green dress in my closet, feel free to pick out anything you want from it, it's not like I'll wear it tonight." She said, opening the doors and going in.
"Cool! I got dips on anything that showy." Elena said. "I have to keep the guys on me, since I'm supposed to be one of the kings many girls." She frowned. "Maybe I can get myself down to washing dishes." She said, laughing.
She slipped on the green dress. It was forest green, with a lighter shade for the arms and the sash at the waist. It swept to the floor, and she had to pick it up so it wouldn't drag. And it dipped dangerously low in the front, and was off the shoulders. She even had one of the old under garments women wore to flatten their stomachs down.
"Up or down?" she asked, looking in the mirror.
"Up." They said in unison, and began to help her put it in a clip, so that it flowed down her back in a mess of curls. They put a couple butterfly clips in her hair too, just to add a little life to her hair. Then she helped them put their hair up. Meredith decided to leave it down for tonight, and Elena wanted her hair in a bun. Bonnie helped out and then helped them get dressed.
Then they left for the party, which had already started thirty minutes before. She was sure the others were wondering where they were, so when they came down, she knew they were all staring at them.
But a few eyes she noticed were on her. Like Damon's, and that Ryan guys, their mouths slightly ajar. She smiled to herself, then she saw that Matt and Stefan had turned, and were staring, and last was Scott and some of the football team he was talking to.
She almost turned around and ran. This was different for her, and yet it seemed so familiar. Again she had flashes of scenes in her mind. Her walking down a staircase, and then being swept up by every guy in the room. Some twice.
And that's exactly what happened, First guy being the Ryan guy. And as he danced with her, he told her that he was glad they had finally met.
She smiled finally recognizing the voice.
*~~*~~*
She was beautiful. That was all he could say or think. He found his way over to his brother, and smiled, bowing and kissing Lady Elena's hand.
"Who picked out her dress?" Stefan asked Elena, not taking his eyes off her while she danced with Ryan.
"She did. But I saw this wicked black dress that I thought she would look better in. But she said she didn't want to wear it. Because it looked too much like the one she had on in her dream." Elena pouted. "It was just one size to small for me."
Damon wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, he was busy drooling over Bonnie. 'My god, I don't believe it.' He said, already planning on trying to visit her later tonight, when everyone was asleep. He smiled wickedly at nothing.
"Well, she's got the entire Princes' attention, that's for sure." Stefan said, still looking at Bonnie. "And that Ryan guy gets the first dance." He said, faking a pout as he turned Elena towards the dance floor. She giggled and followed.
Damon turned to Meredith, and decided he might as well get in on some action during the ball. If not with Bonnie, then with someone until he could. "May I have this dance, Lady Meredith?" he asked, sounding as formal as he could. She smiled slightly, and let him take her hand, to lead out to the dance floor, where a faster song had come on.
Not long after the next song had begun Matt came over and asked to dance with Meredith, his own eyes locked with Bonnie's swaying form. Damon didn't give it a second thought, as he saw that Ryan was still dancing with Bonnie. He watched her tip her head down, her mouth open slightly and could feel her boring with him.
He handed Meredith off, and went after Bonnie, all the while wondering why she had to look so good on a night like tonight.. As he got closer, he was hit again with how beautiful she was.
'Good God, there's going to be trouble tonight.' He thought, flashing a smile at no one and going to intervene with her dance.
*~~*~~*
Bonnie barely held back her yawn as she swayed slowly with her partner, her entire body itching to move faster. He wasn't talking much and he didn't move a lot while dancing, even though this song was faster than the other. But he was staring at her a lot, she felt very self conscious, like something wasn't right. Her makeup was smearing all over her face or the dress made her look fat or like a medieval whore or something. She couldn't figure out what it was, but the way he was looking at her was making her very uneasy.
"May I cut in." a voice asked from behind her, startling her. When she turned she saw that it was Damon, smiling down at her.
Ryan let go of her with what she thought was a glare towards the other boy who didn't even notice it, and she started dancing with Damon, marveling at how he liked to dance, compared to standing in Ryan's arms pretending to. And he wasn't as perverted as Matt had been when they went to a club one time, in their short relationship.
He kept his hands above the belt, or where the belt would have been if she were to wear one, and only pushed her hips so that they would sway with the music, which she already was doing. The ball was turning out to be a lot of fun, and the time seemed to slip by without her knowing it.
She danced the next song with Scott, who was almost as graceful as Damon, and made it a very, entertaining experience. Especially when he started break dancing to this one pretty fast song. And soon after that Matt danced with her. And she let him because she was sure he wouldn't ruin the night for her, and would if she'd not said yes. Plus she thought she had to at least pretend for his sake, just to make the contest fair.
And after Matt she danced a slower song with Stefan. She felt a little awkward, because she knew that Elena was staring daggers at her back, but whenever she looked she was dancing with someone, not looking at her. Stefan actually dipped her, and she couldn't help giggling. He didn't flirt with girls, he made them feel like Queens. 'No wonder Elena loves him so much.' She thought.
But soon she was back in Damon's arms, and she noticed how his eyes sparkled brightly as he turned her around the room. Everyone parted as she danced with one person or another, she was supposedly Royalty after all, to not move out of the way would probably mean death. When a slower song came on she laid her head on his shoulder and let him lead. Exhaustion starting to seep into her body she smiled as the night began to end very happily.
This whole night had been fun.
*~~*~~*
He watched her dance, smiling at how light she was in his arms, her red curls spilling down her back from the clip and into his arms felt soft. And she smelled like wild flowers, and with soft hint of her powers, her smell was slowly driving him mad.
He knew for a fact that he was going to have her, and very soon if not tonight. She was bewitching him more than Angel ever had. He could have fought against her eyes, but he chose to let her have her way and in the end couldn't bear to not give her what she wanted.
But with Bonnie, he couldn't fight, he was helpless against her bewitching ways. And it wasn't even as if he wanted to try, he couldn't help loving the way she completed his soul in a way Angel had never gotten a chance to do.
She felt heavy against him for a second, and he noticed that her eyes were closed. And then she practically jumped out of his arms, staring at him as if he'd just committed some kind of wrong in front of her. He heard her soft whimper and the softly whispered 'no' that she said when he tried to reach out for her and hold her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. A few people were watching interested, namely Matt who was probably looking for an opening to save the day.
"You're the one." She whispered, her eyes widening as something in her burned intensely. She'd seen something, he was sure of it now, but what he couldn't be certain.
"What? The one what?" he asked, arching an eyebrow questioningly, but she was backing away from him, shaking her head. Fear radiated from her as well as the exhaustion from a long night. He saw Stefan watching them calmly, Elena on his arm, he knew Stefan wanted to protect his new friends from his own evil grip, but this time Damon didn't know what Stefan could do to help Bonnie.
"My dream…" she said softly. "You're the one who's killing me in my dream…"
"What?!" he nearly cried out. "I'd never hurt you!" But it was too late, she had already turned and was running out of the room, and upstairs.
He felt that most of people there had turned to him, he saw that most of those were staring at him as if he'd just grown another head. He saw Stefan arch a brow at him, giving him a look that said he wouldn't let her go that easily if it were himself, and then he took off like a rocket after Bonnie.
His Angel slipped out of his hands from causes he couldn't help. He wasn't letting Bonnie slip through for causes that he could.
*~~*~~*
She'd seen it all.
Flashes of another lifetime going through her mind so quickly it took her a minute to realize what it was she was seeing. And what she saw was Damon over her, she couldn't see his face but he had blood smeared all down the front of his white shirt and in his hands. Then she saw herself laying on the ground, as if simply watching from someone else's point of view, a knife laying beside her fallen body, and a very bad stab wound in her chest. The blood was still gushing out from her heart, the poor organ still trying to pump her blood around to her body parts.
And even as she realized that it was her, it wasn't. Bonnie had red curls and was very short, this girl had blonde hair that was whiter then Elena's pale gold hair. Same brown eyes, but they didn't hold a knowledge that Bonnie had, they were more innocent.
She'd made a dash for her room, barely getting up the stairs and down the hallways without tripping in her shoes, and got out her key to open the door as she saw it come into view. Her hands were shaking so badly, though, that she couldn't get the key into the small hole. She wished aloud that she hadn't locked the door, and was surprised when help came.
A hand fell on top of hers to steady it, and the key slid in easily and turned. She was relieved to hear the lock slid back, and turned to see who came to her rescue, already thinking of the few real servants who propelled around to keep things safe, a 'thank you' on her lips. But when she saw who it was, she jumped back against the wall, and found that his eyes were hurt looking, even though the rest of his face was emotionless.
"Bonnie. Why would I want to kill you?" he asked, slowly and softly, so that she would understand, she guessed. But he said it so calmly, as if he talked about it all the time, which he probably did for all she knew. It unnerved her, and made her think that it would want to, that it was his plan all along.
"How should I know!" she cried out, already feeling the beginnings of hysteria land come to her. "All I know is I saw an image of you standing over me. The rest of you was still a blue, but your face came through, and then your clothes and there was… there was blood everywhere! On your shirt, and pants, and all over me…" she broke into tears then, she couldn't help it. It's not every day you meet the person who's going to kill you, who probably has repeatedly if anything she'd read about reincarnation were true.
"Bonnie…" he said, almost helplessly. And then she found that his arms had slid around her, and picked her up. She felt herself fighting back automatically, but not very hard and only briefly. She was simply too tired to do much of anything against him, and she honestly didn't want to. She was tired of everything, she welcomed whatever he wanted to do to her with a small hope that it would be quick.
She felt her bed meet her body, and the soft click of her door closing. Startled and scared, she curled up in a little ball on the bed and cried to herself, putting her back to where she was sure Damon was so that he didn't watch her. It was already embarrassing as it was, she didn't like crying and she hadn't in a very long while.
But it was a futile attempt to keep him away, he just went around to the other side of the bed and pulled her up onto his lap, and held her while she cried.
*~~*~~*
He knew she'd been having dreams of Angels past lives, and he knew that they were connected in some way, she may be some distant cousin of the late Princess's, but he had in no way what so ever tried to harm one part of her body. He was going to kill who ever put that image in her mind. But what hurt was the resignation he'd felt come from her, she believed he was there to kill her, and the worst of it was that she would have let him if that were his plan. She'd been through that much in her short life to not want to keep it.
He looked down when he noticed that the room was quiet. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he found that she had started to tremble very hard. He pulled her up so that she was resting against his chest and held her tightly, trying to help her stop.
'Bonnie, you know I would never hurt you…' he whispered softly in her mind, letting as much comfort as he could gather flow into her. He felt her smile a little, and felt just a little better.
'I know.' she told him, and he was surprised to feel the truth of it coming from her. She honestly trusted him that much. 'But it just looked so vivid, and it fit in some how with my dreams. I feel like their telling me something, but I don't know what.' She said, sounding upset. This was really bothering her. 'I've had them since I first met you, but they were just dreams every couple months, or weeks. And now, their plaguing my mind, sometimes I'll see something and see flashes of them go through my mind. I'm so scared, because if its true then I'm going to die here.' She whispered, falling into tears again.
'Your not going to die.' He told her, tightening his hold on her and throwing his mind around her own in a warm blanket of tender caring, trying to comfort her the best he knew how. 'I promise you that, I won't let anyone hurt you if I can help it, and you know I can help it.' He said, and smiled when she laughed softly at him.
"Thanks Damon…" she said aloud, smiling warmly at him.
Her eyes sparkled in the firelight of her room, and her hair had different shades of red from the bright orange from the fire, to the blood red in the shadows. And her small body had slowed it shaking to a fine tremor, more from fatigue then from her crying.
Not wanting to take up any more of her time, he got a gown from one of her drawers and gave it to her. He then turned his back so that she could change, deciding on being a gentleman for tonight. When she was done she tapped his shoulder, and smiled shyly up at him. He pushed a strand of her hair away from her eyes, and for some reason beyond him let his fingers linger there, by her cheek, longer then needed.
Then he let them drop down to her jaw, and traced her lips softly. Her eyes dropped down, and he could tell she was exhausted by the way they stayed closed even after he'd removed his hand. He picked her up, and laid her down in her bed, and covered her up. She smiled softly at him, before her eyes dropped down again.
But she was fighting it, still trying to stay awake.
'Sleep.' He whispered to her in her mind, pushing a button or two in her mind to get her to stop fighting. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, and when she was asleep, and safe, went off to the party that was still going on, so that she could rest enough.
*~~*~~*
She was dreaming again, only this time it seemed like she was dreaming of the night she'd just had. She was dancing with all the best people, according to her father, and having a grand time. She knew who she wanted to marry, and soon will tell all of her court who it is that she wished to marry. And having it her way will be married with in the week, she wanted to move that quickly.
Her father even agreed to show her a family secret, but only in private, and with the boy she chooses to marry. Though she heard this from her father in one of their private talks during the ball she already had an idea of what it was.
Her heart was full.
Soon she came to where she was standing in the middle of a circle, the music slowing until it finally stopped, her father was at the head, and the seven gentlemen who had given her each a wonderful date were at different points of the circle, all watching her as if she were a prized animal. She turned around to find him, and when she did smiled before turning back to her father, he was watching her as if she were his entire world.
"All right, Sweetheart. Pick the gentleman you want with you now and forever, and let me give him my blessings." He told her, smiling warmly when her own smile brightened a hundred times.
She turned to one gentleman, with dark hair and eyes, and took a step forward, her hand outstretched politely and shyly.
"Ah, so you like him." her father was saying from behind her. "Then please, give your new wife a hug young man."
But before he could even take a step forward, and before all her fathers guards could react, a young blonde boy came up behind her, and turned her around. She looked into his eyes, and saw that they were blazing with anger and barely leashed rage. And before the guards could get to him, plunged his dagger into her chest.
She thought that all this had happened after long hours, but in reality only happened within seconds. Even to slow for the man she wanted to marry to get to her in time. But he caught her, and held her close, tears streaming down his pale cheeks as he took in her wounds.
The pain was unbelievable, to a point where she thought she'd actually been stabbed instead of only watching it happen in her dream, but she felt out of it after a few minutes. She felt like someone was taking the pain away from her, or protecting her from it.
She reached up gently, and let her fingers brush his cheeks, looking on in fascination as they came back wet and slightly pink from where she'd placed her hand over her wound to stop the pain. She'd never seen a warrior cry, and he was supposedly the best of them.
'Don't cry.' She thought, but couldn't get her mouth to operate properly. He still seemed to hear it, he smiled a small smile.
'I cannot help it, my love. You are leaving me, and I do not want to change you from what you are, you are perfect the way you are now.' He said, pulling the dagger out of her, and laying it aside like a toy he no longer wanted.
"I'll return to you," she choked out, she found that she was choking on her own blood. The dagger had pierced her lung, and just missed her heart. "But promise me that you'll keep me in your heart and wait for me" she whispered, looking up deeply into his eyes, so that he would know that she kept her promises. "I know you cannot die, so please, wait for me until my next life. Find me, and then I will be able to be yours." She whispered, smiling at him as best she could, with the blood slowly dribbling down the corner of her mouth.
"Of course." He choked out, brushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes. "I'll wait forever for you." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her rose colored lips. 'I love you.' He whispered in her mind.
'I love you too, always and forever.' She whispered back, feeling her eyelids drooping down, closed for the last time…
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