Damon receives all these weird looks from Elena and he wonders what he has done this time that in her world is bad. Then it's not only Elena but Stefan, who looks at him like he has killed his favorite Bambi. Damon gets a chance to clear things up when Elena goes home and leaves him with Saint Stefan alone.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Damon stalks through the house, determined to get to the truth.
"I thought you really cared about Elena" Stefan responds bitterly, making his way to get a drink.
"I do. But what makes you think the opposite?" Elder Salvatore wonders.
"Oh that's how you show your care? Screwing her best friend?" Stefan explodes.
"What- How- witch!" There is an empty space where Damon stood only a second ago. Stefan shakes his head in disapproval and his forehead broods more than usually. What if Damon will hurt Bonnie?
Bonnie sits on her bed books are thrown around her. She closes another one of them, frustrated and tired. There is nothing about this freaking device in these books. She wonders maybe it's not magical at all and Stefan misunderstood something. She goes into the kitchen for another countless cup of coffee. When she returns in her room with a streaming mug in her hand she finds her window open though she knows it was closed. She sighs, puts the mug on her desk and turns around knowing who's standing behind her.
She looks at Damon questionably, but doesn't say anything, waiting for him to talk. Though she has a pretty good guess why he is looking at her so angrily.
"You told Elena!" It's rather accusation than question.
"So what?" the witch shrugs, sitting on her bed and patting a space beside her. Instead of lending on the bed Damon comes to stand in front of her.
"Why would you tell her?" he raises his arm up to emphasize his words.
"And why wouldn't I? We're the best friends; we aren't supposed to have any secrets between us." Bonnie explains with 'duh' expression.
"It's not like she tells you everything." Damon becomes smugger than usually.
"Like...?"
"Like the secret that we kissed. I and Elena. We kissed." He announces proudly. Bonnie actually feels this pang of jealousy, and she doesn't like it a bit. She watches him with narrowed eyes and gets up.
"So you kissed and?" She still acts cool. It's not like she will let him see he got her.
"And that means you have secrets between each other, so you could have kept your mouth shut." Damon bits out angrily and glares at her.
"So" Bonnie gets angry, "you're basically saying you can fuck me but it's a shame for you to admit it to anybody?" She comes close to him. Damon notices her bright green eyes got darker. Like a lot darker. They took a dark shade of brown. He has never seen her eyes like that. The air around Bonnie is growing hotter as Damon keeps silent.
"Yes" finally he says and her eyes darken more.
"Get the fuck out" she orders, glaring at him. The look is so confident.
He thinks about what she said. Is he ashamed of her? If he was smart enough he would analyze it, he would spend hours, days even, seeking for an answer. But he's not. He acts like he feels, like he wants, on an instinct. And right now his instinct is to show Bonnie her place. Too confident for Damon's liking. And though it's nothing left to say, he remains frozen before her.
He knows he hurt her. But this is Damon – he loves hurting people.
"Should I repeat myself?" Bonnie's cold voice brings him back to reality. He looks at her and smirks. At least he found how he can hurt her. He thought – he hoped – she'd be upset once she knew about him kissing her best friend.
But she apparently wasn't affected. But now… she's too proud to bear something like that.
Damon walks to her window. But as he reaches it he stops. Turning around he flashes her a brilliant smile. And just then he is actually blowing her a kiss. Bonnie's sanding him out of the window without a second thought. When Damon lends it really hurts – hell, it was a forceful mental kick.
Bonnie comes to the Salvatore Boarding House with a feeling of fulfilled duty. She did find the spell for damn device. She knocks on the door several times and waits only to see shirtless Damon opening it.
"What a pleasant surprise!" Damon exclaims, putting a hand to his bare chest, being over-dramatic.
Bonnie just walks past him. Yes! Like that! Just walks into the house without greeting or/and asking any permission. Must be still upset, Damon decides.
"Stefan!" she yells, standing in the middle of library. "Stefan! Come in here!" Stefan almost runs into the room at the sound of her determined voice. "Device. Here. Now." She commands. And Damon' amazed of how Stefan complies without as much as single thought to argue.
Within minutes Bonnie is already doing the spell. Damon admits to himself she looks sexy working her magic. He shouldn't have told her that stupid 'yes'. Looking at her he notices her magic has grown stronger. She must've worked hard on it through this year. And there's something he can't quite put his finger on. Something's nagging him in the back of his mind… something about her magic.
"Here." Bonnie hands the invention to Stefan, satisfied with her work. "Useless."
"Thanks, Bonnie we appreciate…" Stefan begins.
"I'd say it's nothing, but it isn't so…" Stefan can't believe how much she just sounded like Damon. "Well I'll be leaving now. Have other things to do."
Just as she turns to leave, the front door opens wide and a lone vampire walks in the house. Stefan and Damon stare wide-eyed at the crazy, who's stalking to Bonnie. But before the comer can get close enough to her, Damon blocks his path.
"What do you think you're doing?" Damon raises a brow.
"Killing you." The vampire shrugs and stakes Damon into the stomach. Stefan's right on his way to help, but then the glass if flying in all directions and there are three more vampires in the room. They carry syringes with vervain. And so Stefan gets the vervain in his system first, Damon follows next. The Salvatores lie on the floor defeated, with the guard beside them, and the one who staked Damon walks to Bonnie.
"I promised we'd meet again" he says in the way one would talk to an old dear friend.
"You did." Bonnie nods in confirmation.
"Give me the necklace, love." The vampire comes closer to the witch. She doesn't back up. If Damon wasn't in such pain he'd be shocked at her behavior. What's going on? The fuck?
"No, Mark, I don't think that's going to happen. I'm sorry." Bonnie says sweetly. Sweetly, my ass? Dude's trying to kill us! Damon growls.
"No?" Mark asks. "But then I will have to…" he turns around to face the brothers. "Torture him" he points his finger at Damon. Bad move, Damon thinks. Bonnie won't let that happen.
"Go ahead." She nods. Damon's eyes grow wide. What?
"Really? You give an ok?" Mark frowns.
"Sure." If Bonnie bluffs – Stefan thinks – she's doing it good.
"And if I kill him?" the bossy vampire gazes at Damon, calculating.
"You may bathe him in vervain, I'm not giving you that necklace."
"Bathe in vervain… sounds good, will remember for future" he mutters. And then louder. "Do you want to protect the necklace that much or don't you care about him at all?"
"Both." The vampire is too close to her now. He can snap her neck and she won't even notice it, Damon realizes bitterly. But what shock him more that Bonnie doesn't seem scared of this Mark guy. If anything she crosses the space between them and puts her hand around him waist, while he puts his around her shoulders. The Salvatores are terrified. Neither of them understands what's happening.
"What the fuck, Bonnie?" Damon hisses. If he will get out of this alive, he will kill her himself. But the two don't seem to hear him.
"And what if I kill Mr. Muscle?"
"No, he's actually a good one" Bonnie protests. Mark nods and one of the vampires stakes Stefan. Thank God, in stomach. Stefan moans in pain. Bonnie steps out of Mark's embrace, looking disappointed. Damon looks into her eyes and there's no green. At all. All the green is replaced with thick blackness. It looks like one bid pupil. She looks at the guy next to Stefan and he falls dead.
"Bonnie!" Mark exclaims.
"I told you not to do it." The two other follow the first vampire falling to Damon's feet. "Get out before I do that to you." She says. She threatens
"You know I'll be back?" he raises a brow.
"You say it every and each time. Now, get out." Her eyes are back to bright green as she stares at the empty space where Mark was standing just a second ago.
Damon is the first to get up. "What the hell, Bonnie?" He roars, clutching his stomach. Stefan grits his teeth but stays silent. Bonnie is about to say something when Elena enters the room and stops dead in her trucks at the scene.
"Oh my God! What happened?" She exclaims and rushes to Stefan's side.
"Wondering why is she running to him since… you know…" Bonnie murmurs in a knowing tone to Damon. His jaw tightens in response and she smiles at his reaction.
"We got attacked" Stefan explains quietly.
"Maybe now Bonnie could tell us why" Damon mocks eyeing the hole in his shirt. Bonnie sighs and takes a sit on a coach.
"Mark wants my necklace. I won't give it. Simple." She shrugs.
"That doesn't explain that loving hug" Damon's trying to accuse her.
"Jealous?" she smirks at him, raising a brow. "He's my boyfriend. Well, former, I guess. We have a love-hate relationship."
"You have a boyfriend?" Damon and Elena say in unison.
"Had" she corrects them. But Stefan has better question to ask.
"What about that necklace? Why does he want it?" he asks sitting in front of her.
"Who wouldn't? That necklace with such a huge brilliant…" She sighs dreamly.
"Seriously?" Damon's beyond furious.
"No! As if I would tell you. So you'd be haunting my ass as well."
"What?" What is she thinking? She should know better that to annoy Damon. He almost got killed and she isn't even explaining why. And what the fuck did she say about her having a boyfriend?
While the information sinks in them, Bonnie thinks how she can escape from here without giving out too much. She's not intending to tell them anything about her life inFlorida. She has way too many secrets now to share them with either Elena or Salvatore brothers. If anything, she hopes the Salvatore's, especially the elder one, will never find out all the things she keeps to herself.
Not that she hates them that much, but if they knew anything, it would cause nothing but problems. She wants all to stay the way it is – Elena, shining in her glory, bathing in Salvatore's love, Stefan, brooding all the time with or without a reason, and Damon, smirking, making smart comments and thinking he's the strongest and the sexiest one in the whole world. If she pull them into her world there is no coming back.
But then again Elena didn't seem over-concerned dragging her into this damn vampire drama.
Bonnie notices the silence that settled between them and she makes a decision.
"So, guys, ok. I'd better get going." She stands up from the couch she's been occupying. "And don't worry; Mark won't come back since I'm not here. So… Sorry about the window." Elena is about to say something, when Damon suddenly appears by Bonnie's side grabbing her forearm.
"I need to talk to you." He says firmly. He doesn't even care he does it in front of Elena and Stefan. They already know everything, anyway. And he really needs to talk her. But Bonnie is shaking her head before his sentence is finished.
"No. I've got to go. I-" Damon doesn't see the other way than to throw her over his shoulder and run full speed into his room.
Elena and Stefan stare after them, shocked. Stefan – hopeful maybe his brother will leave his girlfriend alone. Elena – confused.
Once in his bedroom, Damon closed the door and placed Bonnie on his bed. Bonnie lets her eyes wonder around the room. Not much has changed, she thinks to herself. She notices a perfume on the wooden dresser. With a shock she realizes it is the scent she used to love back then, when they were… she lacks words to describe what they were.
Damon follows her gaze and wants to smack his head against the wall.
"It's Elena's" Bonnie nods, but she knows as much as he does that he's lying. Damon looks at the bottle too. Yes, he got addicted to her scent, to her blood. Hell, he got addicted to her. "So what do you want?" Bonnie's voice is swallowing the silence.
"You allowed him to kill me! You meant it!" Damon exclaims. Bonnie sighs, watching him with pitiful eyes.
"I wouldn't let him do that, you know it" she says calmly, reasoning him. These words makes Damon feel safer. He knows she would never allow anything happen to him. He wouldn't let her get hurt either.
"You killed… Bonnie, it was Black Magic. So now you're a bad witch?" She isn't looking at him. She looks at anything, but him. Damon walks to her. He takes her chin in his hand gently, making her face him. "Bonnie…" She sands up from the bed and moves away from his touch.
"Why do you care? Black, pink. What's your deal, anyway?" Damon regrets, he really regrets about what he said to her a few days ago. He regrets he let her down.
"Bonnie, please"
"Please what?" He brings her by her shoulders close to him.
"Please, don't leave me." He doesn't even know why he's asking – why he's begging- her about that. All he knows is that he doesn't want her to pack her things and go back to wherever the hell she was. He wants her here, by his side, making him feel needed and important much like she did before.
"Damon, I have no reason to stay here." She says and wonders why she isn't fighting to get out of his hands.
"And if I gave you a reason?" What am I saying? Am I that desperate to keep her here?
"There's nothing you could give me, nothing that I want from you." She finally gets away from him, walking to the window.
The words are really offensive to Damon. And for some stupid reason it does hurt him that she thinks like that. But he's quick at recovering.
"Farwell sex?" He asks hopefully.
"Don't want to spoil your reputation." She shakes her head.
"See? You said all this 'cause you're still mad at me."
"I meant what I said. It has nothing to do with being mad." She states firmly, turning to from the window to face him. She walks to him, close. "Goodbye, Damon." She leans in and kisses him softly on the lips.
But Damon has other plans. He grabs her and presses to the nearest wall, deepening the kiss. He licks her lower lip begging for access. And she gives in. When their tongues meet both shiver. She tastes like chocolate and barriers. And he can't get enough of her. But just as he thinks about taking off her shirt, she's out of kiss.
"Bye" She whispers against his lips planting a soft kiss there. And she's out of his hold. How is she doing it?
He watches her leave the room, hears her say goodbye to Elena and Stefan. He hears her car speeding off.
When he's lying on the couch with a bottle of bourbon in his hand, he still doesn't believe she's leaving. No, she will come back. Just like in movies – in an airport, in the middle of the crowd of people she will realize she should come back here.
But she doesn't come. Not in an hour, not in a day. Another week spent without Bonnie Bennett wakes something in Damon's heart – the thing he didn't know he still had.
Please, guys, tell me what you thinks about it. Is it good? Or does it suck completely? Please.