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Secrets and Lies
"You don't love him."
The vitriol lacing the whisper floating across her ear shocked Bonnie.
Struggling to walk away, but held captive by the brown eyes that read the lines of her soul, the young witch did what she could - countered with as much wrath and venom she could gather.
"How would you know?" Her green eyes stretched wide and focused on the features of the cherubic face so close to hers, rosy cheeks, wide set eyes, she struggled to maintain her hardened edge, "I'm not a vampire, so I'm not worth your time."
When her back hit the wall, her eyes widened further with shock, for a moment, she thought that her friend…past obsession…had been replaced by the dead bitch that shared her face. She'd welcome the sadistic vampire's hands around her throat at the moment it would be a relief. The grip morphed and folded into a caress, fingers skimmed across her neck and down to her collarbone. She'd missed this touch, her eyes closed, her pulse, and her body easily relinquished control to the sweet aggressor.
When her lids lifted, Bonnie's emerald eyes noted the hurt from her betrayal circling in the chocolate gaze studying each and every movement she made. The quiver of the bottom lip that she'd tasted so many times before made her heart flutter and she needed to get away.
That was how it began – again…
Bonnie could never deny her connection to Elena. It was an electrical current running through her the day they met. Friendship came easy. Other things were much harder. Her flesh had burned with envy the first time she saw her friend's hand entwined with Matt's.
Then Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert died and Bonnie and Elena's relationship changed.
It started the hug. She'd offered everything she had to give - strength, compassion, and love. The girl in her arms trembled; gone was the patient smile and happy eyes, replaced by an empty shell. She'd brushed the hair from Elena's eyes, cradling her face in her hands. Bonnie didn't know why she leaned in – why her lips touched Elena's – but her heart soared when she felt Elena's lips mimic the movements of her own.
It was innocent…
That had been the first lie.
Matt and Elena's breakup came on the heels of that night. Many blamed the eldest Gilbert's depression and survivor's guilt on the reason why she walked away from the relationship.
That was another lie that the best friends allowed to be perpetuated. No one questioned the nights they spent locked behind closed doors in silence, fingers tracing eyelids, noses, lips, and the most intimate parts of their bodies.
Even now with Elena so close, Bonnie's mind returned to those nights. It could be so easy. She could slip and allow her heart to fall into the palm of Elena's hand.
That was then and this was now.
There was Jeremy…and the brothers Salvatore…
They simply could not compare.
To hell and back Bonnie would go for Elena. Their arguments and growing distance had little to do with the doppelganger's allegiance to the vamps and more about her total dismissal of her witch's heart.
"You weren't there." Bonnie voice shook with the confession. "You left me alone."
She wasn't aware of the tears that stained her cheeks until Elena's thumb brushed a trail away.
"I'm sorry."
The apology was empty – the sentiment non – existent – yet she accepted it – just as her lips parted and welcomed the venomous kiss offered.