Author's Note: Happy Easter everyone! I decided to update a bit faster this time since I took so long last time. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter; it's taking place in the past, so you'll be able to get some insight on just how twisted this love triangle truly is.
1 Year Earlier
4 Weeks Before Bonnie's Disappearance
Bonnie strolled through the doors of the Salvatore mansion in search of Damon; she had an issue lingering on her mind that she needed to get off of her chest.
"Damon?" she called as she headed toward his bedroom. The feeling of hands gripping at her waist halted her. She swung around, coming face to face with Enzo. He had a smirk on his face as he pulled her up against his chest.
"Hello, love," he purred as his lips slowly collided with hers. The kiss lingered for a moment before she reluctantly pulled away.
"I didn't know you were here," she told him as a smile slowly graced her lips.
"I was discussing something with Stefan. I didn't know you'd be here, either," he responded, inching his face closer to hers. Before she could respond, his lips were over hers once again. Her body melted into his as the kiss quickly intensified. Things were always like this with Enzo; they couldn't contain themselves around each other.
They were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They broke apart to see Damon standing in front of them with a disgusted look on his face.
"If you guys are done screwing each other in my hallway, I'd like to get by," he spat. His eyes found Bonnie's and a wave of tension fell over the atmosphere.
"Sorry about that, friend," Enzo chuckled, pulling away from her. Damon's eyes never left hers as he shrugged in response.
"Why are you guys here?" he asked.
"I was talking with Stefan," Enzo responded.
"I came by to see you," Bonnie told him. His eyebrows raised in response.
"Me?" he wondered.
"Is everything alright?" Enzo asked. Bonnie stared between the two as her heart rate picked up. Her reasoning for seeing Damon wasn't something that she felt comfortable revealing in front of her boyfriend, so she quickly thought up something to say.
"I was wondering what brand of Bourbon you usually buy," she choked out, frowning internally. Enzo and Damon exchanged a quizzical look before resting their eyes on Bonnie.
"I get Kentucky Straight… why?" he asked. She tugged at her lip before her eyes lit up.
"I'm throwing a whiskey tasting party and I wanted to get the best of the best," she lied. He narrowed his eyes at her as his lips curled into a smirk.
"Make sure I get an invite," he muttered as he carefully brushed past her, being sure to graze her hand in the process. Enzo looked after him before looking down at Bonnie.
"A whiskey tasting party?" he wondered. She shrugged, sighing heavily.
"Why not? We never do anything fun anymore," she said.
"I'm not much of a drinker. That's Damon's thing. And now, it's oddly yours," he remarked. She stared at him for a while before rolling her eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I won't throw the party," she said, slightly relieved that she wouldn't actually have to.
"That makes me feel better," he said, smiling slightly afterward. He pecked her lips before heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Home," he announced. "Are you coming?" she tugged at her lip as she looked toward the kitchen; she could faintly see Damon moving around in there.
"I'll catch up with you. I have to let Damon know that I won't be throwing that party anymore," she told him. He nodded slowly before opening the door.
"Okay, I'll see you in a bit," he said before scurrying off. She blew out a breath as she slowly headed for the kitchen. Things had taken a completely different turn than she had hoped for, and she just prayed that things wouldn't be as awkward as she was picturing that it would be.
"Hey," she breathed as she watched him pour himself a glass of milk. He looked up and paused briefly.
"Hi," he responded before taking a sip from the glass. She toyed with her fingers as she contemplated what she would say next.
"So—
"I know that's not what you were going to tell me earlier. You? Throwing a whiskey tasting party? Yeah, right. Even Stefan would have been able to come up with something better than that," he chuckled.
"I couldn't exactly say what I wanted to say in front of Enzo," she spat as her eyes pored into his. His demeanor shifted as he realized how serious she was.
"What?" he whispered. Her bottom lip trembled as she considered her words carefully.
"I can't stop thinking about… you know… what happened," she said quietly. His eyes lit up as he finally registered where she was getting at. He set his glass down on the counter as he inched closer to her, watching her with a look of longing. She stiffened up as his hands slowly moved to rest at her hips.
"I can't stop thinking about it, either," he told her as he moved to close in on her. She raised her hand to his chest, halting his movements.
"What are you doing?" she asked. He narrowed his eyes at her as his hands fell to his sides.
"I thought you wanted me to—
"No. We're not doing this again," she breathed. His glare hardened as he looked away from her.
"Then why the hell did you bring it up?" he asked.
"Because," she said, anxiously searching for the right words to say. At this point, she wasn't even sure why she had brought it up. "It's been bothering me, and I needed to get it off of my chest."
"It's been bothering you? It wasn't bothering you when I was—
"Damon… please," she interrupted; she already knew what he was going to say.
"I'm just saying," he scoffed as he reclaimed his spot on the opposite side of the kitchen. He pulled a cookie out of the jar and munched down on it harshly.
"I feel like we betrayed Elena. And Enzo," she finally admitted.
"You were single, and Elena isn't conscious at the moment. What's the issue?" he wondered.
"That doesn't matter. That doesn't change the fact that we did what we did," she responded. He avoided her gaze as he chomped down on the cookie.
"We were just fooling around. It… it meant nothing," he said uneasily. She felt a pang in her chest at his words.
"It goes way deeper than that, and you know it," she said. He finally met her gaze, noticing the slight hurt in her eyes.
"No, Bonnie. It doesn't," he lied. She gasped lightly as her lips parted.
"You don't mean that," she whispered painfully. He couldn't deny that he was completely confused at the moment.
"What the hell do you want me to say? You already feel guilty enough as it is; you should be glad that I'm not professing my undying love for you, or whatever the hell you thought was going to happen. You were just convenient for the moment. That's all," he said, watching as the unshed tears began to well in her eyes. He immediately felt foolish for his words.
"Okay, I get it. You can stop," she whispered.
"I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear," he finally said. She nodded slowly as she turned to walk out of the kitchen.
"It's exactly what I needed to hear," she said hoarsely. She quickly headed out of the kitchen and out the front door in less than a second.
Damon sighed heavily as he took a seat at one of the bar stools. He buried his head into his hands as he reflected on their conversation. Truthfully, he was so in love with Bonnie that he couldn't even control himself. Seeing her with Enzo made him completely sick to his stomach and he wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms again. He couldn't believe that she was able to take Enzo back so quickly.
His love for Bonnie made him slowly grow to resent Enzo. At one point, they were the best of friends. Then, his feelings for the Bennett witch developed. Needless to say, that friendship died rather quickly.
Damon wasn't even sure if Enzo was aware of the feelings that lingered between him and Bonnie. He silently hoped that he was as dumb and oblivious as he seemed to be; the last thing that he wanted was for a big scandal to break loose amongst their group.
He felt like shit after what he said to Bonnie, because all of it was a complete and utter lie. He couldn't deny that her words hurt just as much, though. The fact that she acted as though she regretted what happened between them hurt him, and he hated to admit that he wanted to hurt her just as badly. Honestly, he felt as though he probably hurt her more and made her feel worse than she did before.
Stefan made his way into the kitchen and paused when he noticed Damon's distressed state.
"Damon?" he asked, grabbing his attention. He lifted his head from his hands and rolled his eyes internally; the last thing he wanted was to get interrogated by his brother.
"Don't even ask," he groaned as he stood up from the stool.
"What's the matter with you?" Stefan wondered.
"And then, he asks," Damon muttered to himself. He made his way toward the exit as Stefan looked after him. He opened his mouth to say more, but Damon was out of sight before he could even get a word out.
He shrugged it off; he knew that Damon was completely capable of handling himself. If something was seriously wrong, he was confident that his brother would come to him about it. At least, he hoped so.
…
Bonnie unlocked the door to Enzo's apartment and flung the door open, slamming it shut. Enzo weaseled his way out of the bedroom, alarmed at her current stature. She looked depressed and defeated, and he couldn't even guess why; she was completely fine last time he saw her.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked as he walked up to her, running his fingertips down the side of her face. She was tired of formulating lies to tell her boyfriend, but there was absolutely no way that she'd be able to tell him what was truly wrong with her. She quickly thought up something and sniffed.
"I've just been thinking about Elena lately. How much I miss her," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. While she truthfully did miss Elena, she felt more guilt than sadness when she thought of her. She had betrayed her in the worst way possible, and she'd never even get a chance to apologize for it. She'd be dead before Elena would even get the chance find out. In some ways, she was thankful; in other ways, she was distraught.
"I understand completely, Bon. Kai did a terrible thing; I wish there was a way that we could reverse the spell," he whispered, pulling her in close. She allowed herself to break down on his shoulder as Damon's words echoed in her head.
You were just convenient for the moment.
If that was the way that Damon genuinely felt about his relationship with her, then she couldn't deny that she felt like the most foolish woman on the planet. She had allowed herself to fall for him, betray her best friend and her boyfriend for him, and his feelings for her weren't even real. She began to cry harder.
Enzo smoothed his hands down her back and pulled her in closer. He kissed her forehead as she buried her head in his neck. She felt even guiltier for crying about another guy in her boyfriend's arms, but she needed to feel that comfort. She felt awful, and she could honestly say that Enzo was the only person who was truly there for her. She loved him; she was sure of it, but she also knew that her heart longed for someone else.
She finally understood what it felt like to be Elena—to be helplessly in love with two people at the same time.
He slowly pulled away from her and wiped his thumb under her eyelids. She avoided his gaze as she forced herself to take her mind off of Damon.
"I know what will make you feel better," he whispered, reaching for her hand. He led her into his bedroom and switched on the light, revealing white roses and a heart shaped box of chocolates on the bed. She smiled shyly and stared up at him.
"What would I do without you?" she whispered, gripping onto his hand tighter.
"You'd probably end up with one of these morons in Mystic Falls. Like Damon, for example," he said, cracking up at his comment. An uncomfortable jolt sizzled within her. "I mean, can you imagine? You and Damon? That would be a funny sight to see."
"Never in a million years," she choked out, gulping shortly afterward. She wasn't very sure where that statement came from, but it definitely didn't sit well with her. She was just hoping that it was a coincidence, and that he wasn't actually onto her.
"Well, shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the bed. She smiled warmly and walked over to the bed, grabbing the roses from it. She brought them to her face and smelled them, basking in the delicious scent.
"I love you," she murmured. He walked behind her and wrapped his long arms around her waist, planting light kisses to her neck.
"I love you, more," he breathed. His lips found hers as he slowly twisted her around to face him. He pressed his body up against hers as she carefully leaned back to adjust herself on the bed. They blindly removed the roses and chocolates from the bed and didn't waste time in tearing off each other's clothes.
As they continued to get lost in the feel of each other, Damon's words still mildly lingered in the back of her mind. She knew that they'd never truly go away.
…
2 Weeks Before Bonnie's Disappearance
Bonnie let out a shaky breath as she clutched the pregnancy test in her hands. It was her second time peeing on one, and the result from the first terrified her. It was positive.
She knew that it wasn't possible for her to even consider being pregnant. The last human that she had sex with was Jeremy, and that was almost years ago. Vampires didn't have the capability to procreate, therefore she had no idea why she had missed her period. She was also experiencing terrible stomach and chest pains.
She slowly flipped the test over, revealing the results. Her stomach sank at the pink plus mark; it was positive once again. She slammed the test into the trash and sunk to the floor, crying into her hands.
This isn't possible. This isn't possible. This isn't fucking possible.
Her breathing became uneven as several thoughts flashed through her mind. If she were truly pregnant, the baby's life, as well as the life of those around her, would be in danger.
There's no doubt that a vampire child would go unnoticed. There would be people after her. Not to mention that the child would also be a witch, meaning that her life would be in double jeopardy. She couldn't even fathom the thought.
The worst thing that Bonnie could have ever imagined was happening to her, and she didn't have the slightest idea at what she was going to do. She just knew that she wouldn't be able to tell a soul.
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