A/N: Hello hello, hope you're enjoying the sunshine! I'm not, I'm cold, no matter if it is 17/18 freaking degrees here in London. Lol. Anywhoo. Here's the first chapter, starts with Bonnie then goes into Damons little introduction.
So while I wrote this up, the song that inspired me was 'This Womans Work' Oringally by Kate Bush, but I love Maxwells version. Listen to it, Its awesome. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Pray to God you can cope
I stand outside
This woman's work
This woman's world
Oooh, it's hard on the man
Now his part is over
Now starts the craft of the father
***
Hours past as Bonnie still laid in bed, she knew she couldn't be depressed like this; she was slowly loosing her sanity. She had to get out the house, if she didn't; she knew she'd do something she'd regret.
Sighing deeply Bonnie finally found the will to sit up in her bed; she threw the bed cover off her before climbing out of bed slowly. She stood up; her legs were weak from the fact that she hadn't been so active in a while.
Bonnie opened her door slowly, trying not to catch the attention of her father sleeping only doors away; ever since Grams died he had spent a lot of time at home, to keep an eye out on Bonnie. He felt bad about going on work trips for such a long period of time and yadda yadda. Bonnie just wanted to be alone, she didn't mind her dad being away, and it gave her peace. He just pressured her to get out again, and have fun, telling her all this shizz about how her Grams would want her to be happy and not mope around. Half of Bonnie knew he was right, it was like Grams to expect those things from her but still it's not as easier said then done for her.
Walking across the hall Bonnie walked into the family's bathroom and looked into the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes and her usually sparkling green eyes were dull. You could see the toll that her Grams passing had had on her; she had lost some serious weight from around her face and her arms, stomach and such.
Bonnie frowned, the sight in the mirror only wanted to make her cry right now. Not because of Grams anymore. No, it was because she allowed herself to become like this. This wasn't healthy.
You could say that this made her determined. Today she would make an attempted to get out of the house. Bonnie shedded her clothes and climbed into shower, she wanted to make herself presentable.
***
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left
***
Damon backed his glass of blood. He slammed it down onto the table making the glass shatter in his hands. He didn't flinch though, the pain felt good. He opened his hand watching the shards of glass fall out of his skin easily and the cuts disappear.
He clenched his fists again, his lips pursed tightly as he stared at the fire.
"Damon…" Stefan, the younger Salvatore spoke gently. He was seated across from his brother and watched him intently. What were his brother's motives now? He was actually worried about him for once. He didn't know if Damon would try and take out his anger on the people of mystic falls, he couldn't risk Damon exposing what they were with his reckless acts.
"Save it Brother" was all the elder Salvatore had demanded. He got up from his seat, adjusting his leather jacket before setting on his way out of the front room.
"Where are you going? Don't do anything-" Stefan began before being abruptly cut off. "Don't do anything what? Stupid? Please Brother, I could never be as stupid as you and fall for a mortal." He chuckled darkly before setting off on his way again. Determined to cause some sort of destruction tonight. He had to, it was what he did. He was Damon Salvatore for crying out loud.
How he so badly wanted to tear Katherine's throat out after hearing she was never in the tomb, that she had bribed one of the many men to let her go free in return to be changed. Damon just wanted to see her one more time, to wipe the pretty little smirk off that centuries old whores face. She double-crossed him and no one double-crosses Damon Salvatore.
Damon stepped out of the boarding house, his image blurring as he transformed into his trademark crow and flew off into the night sky.
***
I should be crying but I just can't let it show
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking
All the things I should've said that I never said
All the things we should of done that we never did
All the things I should've given but I didn't
***
Not long after her refreshing shower, Bonnie had slipped into her skinny fits and a simple top. Now she was shrugging into her leather jacket and pulling on her ballets.
Bonnie trekked downstairs, she cleared her throat as she opened her front door. Taking in a deep breath, it had been so long since she had smelt such fresh air. Or so it seemed. Bonnie closed the door behind her as she made her way down her porch steps and her drive. Hoisting the bag that she had picked up from near the door over her shoulder, she contemplated where she wanted to go. Soon her mind settled on the graveyard.
Not the best place to go if you want to stop grieving and make use of the day that was left, but the graveyard, was strangely the only place that made her feel welcome at this moment.
She started on her brisk walk, she kept her mind blank, frightened to think for the fact that it may bring her back to her Grams. Her hands were stuffed into her pocket as she kept her head down, facing the ground.
Bonnie was biting down on her bottom lip so hard that it threatened to bleed, she didn't care though, the pain, was somewhat good.
At least she knew now that she could still feel pain after these last few days she was numb.
Reaching the graveyard, Bonnie made her way to a very familiar spot. It wasn't her Grams grave, no. It was a tree.
She settled herself under it, her back against the bark. Looking up at the sky Bonnie could see that it was already becoming dark, she sighed inwardly before placing her bag into her lap.
She crossed her legs under her body before pulling out a book from the bag; it was a book on Druid Priestesses called 'Rituals, Spells, and Curses'. She opened it on the last page she had read, as much as it pained her to try and get her head back into this witchy stuff, Bonnie knew she had too. Who else would teach her now?
Plus her powers, they weren't working and it deeply aggravated her. They seemed to be blocked again; the same thing had happened the night Damon had attacked her. It was hard enough then standing up to her fears and now she had to do it again.
It seemed like she'd take one step forward and then two back.
Taking one look up at the now shining moon, Bonnie pulled out her torch and began reading…
***
Oh darling make it go
Make it go away
Give me them back to me
Give that little kiss
Give me your hand
***
Damon licked his lip of the remaining blood. He smirked deeply satisfied as he looked down at the young girl in his hands. So lifeless and pale.
He stroked he cheek "So young.." he chuckled darkly as he laid her on the grass. He was in the woods when he'd seen her, she should have known better to be alone at such a time like this, in a place full of mystical creatures.
Damon looked around, he was bored now. He needed things to deter his mind from Katherine. Every time he thought of her, he wanted to rip the throat out of the next person that crossed paths with him.
"Damned you Katherine!" he growled as he set out on lazy stroll, his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets as he entered the graveyard. Something had drawn him here and he didn't know what, he felt this surge of power, it was familiar but he could place his finger on what it was.
Soon he had his answer though as a smirk grew across his lips. "Witch" he mused as he stopped in front of her.
Bonnie jumped as she heard that voice. It was full of mysteriousness, a voice that promised a lifetime of torture. It had pierced straight through her concentration and frankly Damon was the last person she wanted to see, actually she didn't want to really see either Salvatore's to be frank. She just wanted to go back to when she knew nothing, when she never knew vampires existed and when she thought her Grams should be in a nut home after she was telling her all these creepy stories about the Bennett's witch line.
She looked up to meet the stare of a sinful vampire. His eyes were oh so black and fathomless. Then he had his cocky smile that made her feel physically sick sprawled across his lips. She hated this homicidal vampire with everything in her, or did she? She was too confused at the moment to tell hate apart from loneliness and guilt.
"What do you not understand by 'stay the hell away from me'? Do I have to say it much slower, or in some other language?" she pursed her lips as she glared at him.
Damon only chuckled after the young witch. 'so naive' he thought. "Did your Grams ever tell you not to piss off a vampire before she left us?" was all he said. He raised his brow at her as he leaned over to peep at her book. "Oooh, bracing your witchy side are you?" he chuckled darkly.
Bonnie snapped her book shut as she jumped to her feet and cradled it to her chest. "Just stay the hell away from me, okay? This is all your fault!"
Placing a hand over where his heart would be, Damon feigned a hurt look and chuckled. He had never been one to share sympathy, or show it for that matter.
"I beg to differ Witch. You made your Grams do that spell not me, you could of just left Elena in there with me." He shrugged.
Bonnie stuffed her book into her bag and picked up her torch which had fallen, she shined it into the vampire's face making him wince momentarily. "If it wasn't for you coming back, she'd be here, still telling me these crazy stories abut my family! So don't you try and put any of this on me!" she spat back, her voice dripping with pure venom as she looked at this monster.
Damon's eyes narrowed at her as he took a step towards her making her take several back until her back hit the tree. Damon still advanced on her, stepping into her personal space so that they were only inches apart.
"I'm not putting anything on you..." He smirked as he bent his head down to her level. "You're just putting the blame on me because you are so guilt ridden inside. Admit it Bonnie." She looked down avoiding his gaze and how her heart soared at the proximity between them. What he said was true, but not even she would admit it to this vampire, to herself... Maybe... But to Damon, never! But thanks to him, her mind went back to her Grams and she felt the whole in her heart get wider. It hurt, badly.
Stepping back Damon chuckled again. "Besides, you owed me that night."
Bonnie's eyes widened as she exhaled a ragged breath. "How did I owe you?" she looked at him, her jaw stiffened as she clenched her free hand into a fist. The other hand just tightened around the torch.
Damon rolled his eyes as he fixated his eyes back on the little witch. "Your great grandmother, Emily or whatever her name is, she screwed me over! She did not keep her end of the deal, so you owed me to at least open that tomb." He shrugged involuntarily. "As you can see, nothing came out of that experience so you'd just have to repay me in some other ways." He smirked.
Bonnie shook her head. "No, listen to me Salvatore. I'm not Emily; she'd dead, along with that stupid deal! SO leave me the hell out of this. Haven't I lost enough already?!?" she fumed.
Damon, highly amused at such an outburst looked at the witch, for a few seconds his face had softened but soon it hardened into that unreadable expression. "Time will heal, it always does."
Bonnie just shook her head and sighed. "Goodbye Damon." And with that, she began heading back on the path that lead out of the graveyard.
Damon crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her walk away, before calling out to her "Witch, even though the deal is not over, I am still keeping my end of it, because Damon Salvatore always keeps his end of the bargain, so do me one little favour.." he trailed off making Bonnie turn around, but he was gone, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned around, her plan being to begin back on her path- But she had collided with something hard yet soft. Damon. She stumbled back. 'This is it' she thought. 'He's going to kill me just to get back at Emily.' She looked at the elder vampire. His face was solemn as he steadied her by holding her shoulders.
"Keep your pretty little witch head attached to your body." He smirked before letting go of her and disappearing.
Bonnie was left dumbfounded and searching in the darkness. Damon never failed to confuse her, or scare her for that matter. She began on her brisk walk out of the graveyard. Her mind reeling from that weird encounter with the Vampire.
What did he mean by that? He was going to keep his end of the bargain? What the hell was his end of the deal anyway?!? All these questions whirled around in her head as she made her way back to the safe grounds of her home. Even though she was confused, one thing she knew… That she'd definitely run into him again, she knew this. She had a feeling.
Things were about to get way out of control.
***
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a little strength left
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a little strength left
I should be crying but I just can't let it show
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things we should've said that were never said
All the things we should've done that we never did
All the things that you needed from me
All the things that that you wanted from me
All the things I should of given but I didn't
Oh darling make it go away
Just make it go away now
Too Be Continued…
//So here it is, how was it? I know it was quite late, but I'm going to try and update every weekend. Every Sunday because that is my resting day, when I don't have to do hose chores, or coursework or any of that other shizz y'ah know? Any please review, I need to know what y'all think, I need to know I'm not wasting my time. Much love [:
-PixelPerfect93'