Author's Note: HEY GUYS! Thanks SO much for all of the reviews! Thank you to: Teenagehyperness15 for giving me the motivation to post my story and keep it going! And thank you to: Vampgirl210 for helping me with Merrick! Thank you to one of my besties (Hazel), for finally reading my story and supporting me! I appreciate all of the reviews AND the support!
I never planned this to be a crossover. AND it's still really isn't. I really like Carlisle as Bonnie's doctor, ANYWAYS; he isn't playing a permanent role. DON'T WORRY! He will probably show up some, being her doctor and all, but you get the gist.
I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS (THOUGH THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!).
NOR DO I OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS!
Chapter 7:
Who could have sent those 'men' to do something like this? Who were they? Did they pick me on purpose, or was I just an opportunity to have some 'fun' with? Stefan cleared his throat. I looked up.
"It's just a theory. I could be wrong." Stefan started.
"I want to hear who you think is behind this." I spoke up. Damon looked at Stefan. His jaw is clenched. I looked over at him.
"He wouldn't tell me, until you arrived." Damon explained.
"Oh." I said. He nodded with an irritated look on his face. I looked at Stefan. He opened his mouth, but seems hesitant to say anything. "Just say it, Stefan." I said. He looked at me. He started to speak, with melancholy eyes.
"If I'm right, the person who sent those animals is someone Damon and I used to know." He started. He and Damon exchanged looks. He continued. "His name is Merrick. We crossed paths a long time ago. I thought that we had put him behind us." He concluded, shaking his head. Merrick? Where have I heard that name before? Have I heard that name before? I think I have…
"Merrick?" Damon asked. Stefan nodded. Damon didn't say anything further; he sat in silence, alone with his thoughts. Merrick…
"I was talking to your Grams. I guess she has had a run in with him before, as well." Stefan revealed. Grams knew him, too?
"Grams, too?" I asked. He nodded.
"She told me that you and your family haven't always lived in Mystic Falls." He explained. I nodded.
"We moved for awhile. Mom wanted to get away from Mystic Falls, and start fresh somewhere else. She never told me why. I just thought that she needed a change." I explained. He nodded.
"When you moved, you moved to Salem. Right?" He asked to clarify. I nodded.
"That's right. Mom said she wanted to go back to our roots. But I never thought that was all her entire reason for moving." I agreed.
"Your Grams said that your Mom met Merrick while you and your family were living in Salem." He said. I nodded.
"Grams used to say that Mom wanted us to move, so I would never learn witchcraft." I said. "But, I never knew if that was true. She started saying that a few years after she died." I finished.
"Oh." This time it was Damon who spoke. I looked over at him. He looked back at me with kind eyes. I redirected my focus back to Stefan.
"That makes sense. She probably just wanted to protect you." Stefan agreed. I nodded. "Your Grams told me something else, this is a little unsettling." Stefan started. More unsettling, I'm not sure if I want to hear this. But, I need to hear this. "Merrick was the reason that your mother had you leave Salem." He confessed. What? How can one man have all of this power of people?
"What is he?" I asked. Stefan shook his head. I heard Damon sigh behind me.
"That's the problem. We never figured out what he is, exactly." Damon finished. What? If they don't know what he is, how are we safe? What's stopping him from coming here himself, and ripping our throats out? I don't even know what he wants from me, unless, he wishes me dead. It would explain why he sent the mongrels.
"He is one of the oldest beings that we have ever come in contact with." Damon. I sighed.
"That's just fucking fantastic." I said. They both looked at me. "What?" I asked. Damon smirked, and Stefan is trying to suppress a laugh. Wonderful, I love my life.
"Bonnie, your ancestors, the bloodline that you are connected to, is one of the most power line of witchcraft. I think that is the reason Merrick showed such an interest in you, and your mother." Stefan explained. Oh, well, I guess that would explain it, wouldn't it? "When Merrick kept trying to recruit your mother, and stopped taking no, for an answer. She decided it was time for you to leave. She knew that if you returned to Mystic Falls, your Grams would help her protect you." He added.
"Oh," was all I could muster to say. Blood, it all comes back to: blood, doesn't it? "When Mom died, they said that she had had a heart attack. They suspected it, but it was never proven." I said slowly. What if it was something else? I always thought that it was. But, every time I would ask Dad about it, I could see how much it tore him up inside. I stopped asking, and I tried to accept that she had a heart attack. I quit thinking about it; it was easier to believe that way.
I don't know how I will be able to live with myself is she died because of me. What kind of daughter is the death of her mother? Damon moved out of frustration. I looked at him. I can't read his face. He is caught in his thoughts.
"Don't think that. You weren't the death of her. If he had anything to do with this than her death is on him." Stefan soothed. I looked at him. Technically he is right, but… "Technically nothing, I am right. Her death is not on you." He finished. He moved his chair, until it was directly in front of me. He looked into my eyes. "I mean it, Bonnie." He said. I nodded.
"I know." I whispered. Damon was looking at us. His face is horror-struck. He shook his head.
"Stefan is right." He concluded. I looked at him, he means what he says.
"Mom died a few months after we moved back to Mystic Falls." I said. "How does Merrick tie into that?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." Damon said. But he does, doesn't he?
"Your Grams thought that he might have paid her a visit, after your family returned to Mystic Falls." Stefan continued.
"If you don't know what he is, how do you know what he can do?" I asked.
"We don't." He answered. Crap. I ran my hand through my hair. This is fantastic, this night keeps getting better. "We've witnessed some of what he can do. But we don't know the limits of his powers." He added. I sighed.
"But, we do know that he can get injured." Damon said. I raised my eyebrows. Injured is good. "We know that fire can hurt him." He added. Fire, that seems to be the common fatality. If fire can kill him, then there is a way to kill him. Isn't there?
"Was he like the Mystery Man?" I asked. Stefan looked at me questioningly, as did Damon. "There were two vampires who attacked me, and a man. I never figured out who it was. He had the ability to block my connection with Emily, and paralyze my abilities." I answered. They understood. "I don't know how he did it. He paralyzed me in the vision; I don't know how I got out of it." I finished. If he is one of the oldest beings that they have ever come in contact with, and he has the same abilities, I am so beyond screwed. The Mystery Man almost killed me. Or was he something different? Could Merrick be worse? Of course he could.
"I'm not sure. We've never come across anything like Merrick before. But, based on the memory that you shared with us, they have some similarities." Stefan said. He turned and looked at Damon. I followed his gaze. Damon looked pale, more so than usual. He looks pale, pale and pissed off. He knows something. What did Stefan say to set that off?
"What?" I asked. I looked at Damon, then Stefan. Stefan looks confused. I looked back at Damon. His eyes are black.
"Merrick, he had a son." He explained.
"Oh..." I started. "Oh shit." I finished. A son?! What is he going to do when he finds out that his son is dead? If the Mystery Man even was his son. If he hadn't wanted me dead before, he definitely does now. "Are you sure that it was him?" I asked Damon. He shook his head.
"No. I'm not sure of anything. All of this is just our best guess. I'm not sure who else it could've been. Who else would want you dead?" He finished through clenched teeth.
"Did you ever meet him?" I asked. Damon shook his head.
"I've heard Merrick mention him before, and seen glimpses of him. But nothing to confirm anything." Stefan said. I nodded. A shiver made it's was down my spine. I shuddered. I took a deep breath.
"There's no way of knowing, is there?" I asked. Wait. "Would Grams know?" I asked.
"We can ask her in the morning." Stefan suggested. Damon and I nodded in response.
"Alright." I said. I rubbed my eyes. They are killing me. It feels like I have a migraine in my eyes. I put my hand back on my lap. I jumped in surprise when something warm landed on top of it. I looked down; Damon's hand has found mine. I looked up at Damon. His eyes are twinkling, they were just furious. He is smiling at me. God, he is so beautiful. I laced my fingers with his, and gave his hand a quick squeeze.
'We'll find a way to deal with this.' Damon's voice filled my head.
'I hope so. I don't doubt you… I just… Right now, I'm not seeing a way out of this, or a way to deal with this.' I responded.
'I wish I could promise you something else. Something more definite…' He started. I looked back at him. My eyes found his. His eyes say everything. He is tormented, they look almost defeated.
'You've done enough. You're doing everything you're capable of. I couldn't ask for more than that. You've done more than enough.' I sent him. 'Don't you realize what you mean to me? How much what you've done has helped me?' I added. He gave me a small smile.
'I haven't done… everything.' He revealed. What?
'What are you talking about?' I asked him.
'You shouldn't have to go through this. You shouldn't have to heal this slowly.' He answered. Oh. That's what he's talking about.
'You've already helped me with that. If it weren't for your blood, I would probably be dead right now.' I assured him.
'That's not enough.' He disagreed. What does he want me to do?
"Let's meet here in the morning. We can visit your Grams together." Stefan decided.
"Okay." I said.
"Only if you dress pretty. I mean, to be seen with me, you have to look fabulous. Because I make everyone look bad." Damon said addressing Stefan. I tried to hold back my laughter, and failed miserably. I was laughing so hard I was shaking. Stefan was even laughing with me. Damon's eyes were shining. I looked to Stefan, his are as well. They really do look like brothers. Stefan cleared his throat.
"I don't know. I mean, I would like to think that I put a few people to shame. There was a time when I was told that we made people look bad together." Stefan argued. I like seeing his sense of humor. I don't get to see it often. Lately, he has been letting it show more often. Yep, they are definitely brothers.
"Maybe… occasionally." Damon decided. "I mean after all, I did get the looks of the family." He added. I let out a small laugh.
"I don't know." I said. Damon looked at my horrified. Stefan looked at me smiling.
"You don't think I'm the sexy one?" Damon asked. I laughed.
"I didn't say that." I corrected. "You both are pretty nice to look at." I added. Stefan smiled, and Damon glared at him.
"Your girlfriend thinks I'm sexy." Stefan said.
"Girlfriend?" I asked. I looked at Damon. We're close, but we haven't committed to titles, I'm not sure how he feels about it.
"My woman, never said that. She said you were nice to look at. She thinks I'm beautiful, so… there." Damon argued. His woman?
"I'm not your woman." I told Damon. He rolled his eyes. "I think that you and Stefan are pretty close ranking in attractive-ness." I said. Damon scoffed. He can't seriously be offended. "I am biased though. My personal preference is Damon." I admitted. Damon smiled. Stefan smiled too.
"Don't be jealous big brother." Stefan taunted.
"Guys, is this really necessary?" I asked.
"Probably not, but it's fun." Damon said.
"I should go, I don't want to keep Elena waiting… too long." Stefan announced. I nodded.
"Yeah, you shouldn't keep her waiting." I agreed. The last bit came out a bit more sarcastic than I meant it to sound. Crap.
"Is there something going on between you two?" Stefan asked. "I mean, you haven't been hanging around each other lately, at all." He added. I shook my head.
"She doesn't like that I chose to spend time with Damon. You know that. She can't get past that. She makes an excuse every time Caroline and I try to get her to do something with us." I answered. I guess that cat's out of the bag.
"She's just jealous." Damon concluded. I laughed. I love him. Wait! Love him? I sighed. I don't know about love. But I love that about him. "She's probably mad about something I did. People have an annoying tendency to do that, when I do something." He added. Stefan nodded.
"I wonder why." Stefan said. "I can't change the way Elena feels. Hopefully she'll lighten up, and give him a chance." He added. I nodded. Stefan got up, and started to walk to the door. He paused and turned around. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. "Almost forgot." He said. He walked over to where I was sitting, leaned down, and hugged my lightly. He didn't want to hurt me. His hugs are nice. He's like the older brother that I've never had.
"Thanks Stefan." I muttered. He let go, and left.
"Bye Damon!" He yelled from the hallway. Damon got up, and closed the door. He picked me up, and set me on my bed. He took off my shoes, and took my socks with them. He tossed them on the floor, and sat next to me. He sat with his back to my headboard, and he pulled me across his lap. This way I can look at him, and he can hold me. I like the both benefits.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about being my girlfriend." He said. What? Where is this coming from? He can't seriously think that I have a problem being his girlfriend.
"I'm not embarrassed Damon." I argued.
"Really, it sounded like you were." He argued.
"Of course I'm not. Is that what we are? Are we together?" I asked.
"I thought so. I mean, we haven't talked about it, I just assumed that we were." He said. I nodded.
"I didn't know if that's what you wanted, since we haven't talked about it." I said. He nodded.
"Bonnie Bennett?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I smiled.
"Of course." I answered. He smiled. He leaned down to kiss me, but I blocked my lips with my hand. "One condition." I said. He rolled his eyes, and nodded. "Will you be my man?" I asked.
"Yes, though that was implied." He answered. Before I could say anything else, his lips met mine. I kissed him back. He pulled back, I moaned in protest."I meant what I said, earlier." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"You shouldn't have to heal this slowly." He said. Oh, so we are back to that. "Vampire blood heals differently with broken bones. It can only repair so much damage. But, it speeds up the process immensely. " He explained. I nodded.
"You aren't responsible for healing me, Damon." I argued.
"I know, but I don't like seeing you suffer. Or seeing what those animals did to you." He argued. "All I'm asking is to help you. I can help, why won't you let me?" He asked.
"I never said you couldn't. I just want you to know that it's not your fault." I said.
"I know that." He argued.
"You can't always fix me when I'm broken." I whispered.
"You could never be broken." He breathed in my ear. I trembled. The effect he has on me... "Let me try." He said. He nibbled on my ear, and covered my neck with small kisses. He traveled to my collar bone, to my jaw, and finding his way to my lips. Not fair, using this to win his argument: cheater. He smiled. Then used my lips as his new target. He used the same small kisses. I put my hand on his neck, then in his hair. I clutched him to me. He changed our positions; he is on top of me. I kissed him back. He pulled away.
"Stop doing that." I growled. He smiled.
"Let me help you." He said.
"I'm not finished." I said. He looked at me. I covered his lips with mine. He kissed me back. I traced his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth, I slid my tongue inside. He let me take the lead. I wrestled his tongue with mine. I moved my hand from his hair, and slid it under his shirt. I felt my nails dig into his back. He gasped. I smiled. I like this, I like this a lot. I moved my mouth from his, and used it to tease his ear. I nibbled on his ear, and kissed his neck. I bit his neck, lightly, and started sucking. Can vampires get love bites? He moaned. Now he knows how it feels. I moved my mouth to his ear. "Damon, you can help me." I breathed. He smiled.
"I'm going to need some of your blood in return." He said. I nodded.
"Should you take my blood first?" I asked. If he took mine after I took his, wouldn't he just be drinking his own? He gazed down at me. His fingers brushed my cheek. He continued to stroke my cheek, as he cupped my cheek.
"I'll only need to take a little of your blood. When I give you mine, it will make me… hungry. I won't be as strong." He whispered. Oh, I don't want him to lose his strength. "Nonsense." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "I can go get blood after we are finished." He said. I nodded. I don't want to stay here alone… "I'll call Stefan, and have him come over for a bit." He said.
"Elena?" I asked.
"I'll take care of that." He said.
"Okay." I whispered. He leaned down and kissed my neck. I shuddered.
"I love it when you do that." He whispered in my ear. He continued to kiss my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to brace myself for the pain. "I won't hurt you." He said. I nodded. I opened my eyes to look at him. I felt his fangs slid into my neck. I gasped. This isn't like before. It doesn't hurt. It's not as demanding. It isn't angry. It's more intimate. He pulled away. He smiled at me. His lips are red with my blood. He licked his lips clean. He leaned down, and started to lick my neck clean. I moaned. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you." He whispered. He finished cleaning my neck. The things his tongue can do… "It's your turn." He said. He leaned forward, and kissed me. I kissed him back. He pulled away, and took something from the back pocket of his black jeans. I saw a flash of silver, and he put whatever he had back in his pocket. I looked up, his neck was bleeding. I looked at his eyes.
"Will you…" I started. He nodded.
"I'll tell you when to stop." He finished for me. I nodded. His hands slid under me, and pulled me closer to him. I put my uninjured arm around his neck, the part that wasn't bleeding. I put my mouth to his neck; I kissed him. He gasped. I smiled. I like making him do that. He put a hand behind my head, bringing my head closer to his neck. "Drink." He ordered. I put my lips over his cut, and started sucking. His blood filled my mouth. Nothing else tastes like this. I swallowed, and drank more. It was making my body warmer. I'm not as sore anymore. "Bonnie." Damon moaned. His other hand clutched my back. I kept swallowing. "Stop." He said. I pulled away. I looked at him. His eyes are shining. He smiled. He was looking at my lips. I can feel his blood on them. I licked it off. "So, that's what you would look like if you were a vampire." He said. I smiled at him. I used my tongue to suck the blood off of my teeth. I leaned into his neck, and licked it clean. He shuddered. "Bonnie." He said.
"Yes?" I asked, pulling away from his neck. It's clean now.
"You learn quickly." He said.
"I try." I said.
"I'll call Stefan." He said. I nodded. "You should." I told him. He touched my neck with his fingers. It didn't hurt when he touched me. He ran his fingers over the same spot that he had taken blood from. Had his blood healed me?
"Yes." He said. Oh. He kissed me. I parted my lips, giving his tongue access. He can taste his blood on my tongue. I pulled away.
"Don't you have a call to make?" I asked.
"Nag, nag, nag." He answered. I rolled my eyes. "You are the only person who doesn't look worse next to my sexiness." He said. I chuckled. He smiled. "You are so beautiful." He said.
"Thanks." I said. What else do you say to that? He sighed, and pulled his phone out of a front pocket of his jeans. He pressed a button, and held the phone to his ear.
"Little brother." He said. He rolled his eyes, I giggled. "I need you to stay with Bonnie for a bit." He said. I can't hear what Stefan is saying. "I need to go get something to eat. I can't leave her alone." He explained. I frowned slightly. He shook his head at me. "If Merrick is the one after her, it's more reason to make sure that she is protected." He explained. Stefan must have agreed with what Damon said. "Thank you. I'll see you soon." He said. "If Elena comes, make sure that she is on her best behavior." He added. He tucked his phone away. "How are you feeling?" He whispered. How was I feeling? I'm not sore, anywhere. All my bruises and cuts are gone. It even feels like everything that is broken has healed more.
"Better." I said. He smiled. "Thank you." I added. I snuggled closer to him, and rested my head in the groove of his neck. He held me to him. This is nice. He tensed, and laid me down, and raced to my bedroom door. He opened the door, and ran downstairs. What was that? The door pushed open, and Damon was back with Stefan. I let out a sigh of relief. Elena was trailing behind them.
Damon walked over to the bed and leaned down. His lips found mine. I closed my eyes. I kissed him back. The kiss deepened. It probably shouldn't, not in front of…
'Stop thinking.' He sent. I rolled my eyes.
'Make me.' I sent back. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. Mmm, this is better. Someone scoffed. Damon's hand moved from my arm, and he did something else with it. I opened my eyes. What is he doing? He was flipping off Elena. I giggled, but he kissed me harder. He pulled away, and smiled wickedly at me. I smiled back. He walked over to the door.
"I'll be back soon, baby brother." He said, and left. I sat up; I used my good arm to push myself up. Stefan was looking at me, confused.
"What's wrong Stefan?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed, and he walked over to the bed. Elena stayed, standing by the door.
'You look different.' He sent.
'Thank you?' I sent back.
'You look better than you did before. Did Damon give you some of his blood? Is that why he has to go feed?' He asked.
'Yes.' I answered. He nodded.
'I'm glad you won't have to suffer as much now.' He said. He looked over at Elena. She sighed, and walked over.
"I don't know what you see in him." Elena said. I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. I haven't told her what actually happened. I don't plan to. Stefan hasn't either. I asked him not to. If she can't accept my dating Damon, I don't want to trust her with something like this.
"You don't have to." I replied, curtly. She glared at me. Stefan is trying not to smile. "When I told you that I had bad feelings about Stefan, did you listen to me?" I asked. She opened her mouth, but closed it.
"That's different." She said. I raised my eyebrows.
"How?" I asked. She didn't say anything. Instead, she sat down on the floor. She doesn't want to be here. I wish she would trust me. If she can't trust me, how can I trust her?
"You seem to be healing better." She said. I nodded.
"Yeah, slowly but surely," I retorted, making small talk with her.
"Damon should be back soon." Stefan said. We both looked at him. I laid back down. I closed my eyes, I'm so tired. I don't know why. I felt myself start to drift off. After awhile, I heard Elena and Stefan start talking. They must think I'm asleep.
"Elena, you need to give Damon a chance. All you are doing is pushing Bonnie away." I heard Stefan whisper. Someone sighed. I wish they would stop, I feel like I'm eavesdropping. But, I also want to find out why Elena feels like this.
"I'm trying to push her away, Stefan." Elena argued in a hushed whisper.
"That's what you are doing." Stefan argued back.
"Damon isn't good for her." Elena argued. Her voice is rising.
"Do you want to wake Bonnie?" Stefan asked, still speaking in a whisper.
"Sorry. I'm not trying to, but she deserves a lot better than Damon." She whispered.
"You don't know what kind of relationship that they have. You don't know what she's been through. Or what he's done for her." Stefan explained.
"How would I?" Elena asked. "She doesn't tell me anything." Elena added.
"Why would she?" Stefan asked. "When you treat her like this." He added. All I can hear is silence.
"She shouldn't." She said in a defeated voice.
"Come here." I heard Stefan whisper.
"I don't want her to get hurt." Elena said in a muffled voice. She must be hugging Stefan.
"I know that. Do you think that she would be with Damon if he was a bad guy?" Stefan asked.
"No. But, I don't trust him. I can't stand that Bonnie would put herself in this situation." She replied.
"She's not putting herself in the middle of a bad situation, by dating Damon." Stefan argued.
"I want to believe that, but I can't." Elena said.
"You can't understand what they have. In the same way that no one can understand what we have." He said.
"I know that…" She started.
"There are some things that you can't know. Some things that she can't tell you." He stated.
"I'm not asking to know everything. I just, I want to be able to talk to her again." She said.
"Prove it. Quit pushing her away. Damon has been there for her more than you will ever know. You can't keep trashing Damon and expect her to let you in. You need to stop pushing her away. You weren't there when she needed you." He finished. Stefan isn't sugar coating anything. He's saying everything that I've wanted to say to her for so long. I don't deserve his friendship, but I'm glad to have it.
"I can't change the way I feel, Stefan." She said.
"Neither can she. She's tried to reach out to you. Can you say the same?" He asked.
"No." She said.
"I don't know what else to tell you." He said.
"You don't have to say anything else. I think you've said everything. I didn't know you were on her side. I think that we should take a break from each other." Elena said decisively.
"Elena, you don't mean that." Stefan said, his voice is soft, and full of hurt.
"I do. I mean it Stefan. I need this. I need to think about everything." She said, she was shouting now. I sat up and opened my eyes. I could feel my eyes open wide, I looked at them with a puzzled look on my face. Elena shook her head at me. Her jaw is clenched, and her eyes are angry. When she saw me looking at her, her eyes softened.
"Elena." I said. I put my arm on the bed, and scooted myself to the edge of the bed. I put my feet on the floor, and tried to stand up. I managed to stand up. I have to hold onto my desk for support. She walked over to me. She put an arm around my waist, and helped me stand up.
"I've missed you." She whispered.
"I've missed you too." I said. She gave me a quick squeeze. I gasped. I winced, trying not to grimace. My ribs are still broken.
"I'm so sorry." She said slightly panicked. I shook my head.
"Don't worry about it." I said with a forced smile. She let my go and walked toward my door. She opened it, but she turned around. She locked eyes with Stefan and left. I can't believe what just happened. "Stefan, I am so sorry." I said. He nodded. He walked over to me.
"Maybe it's for the best." He said.
"You don't mean that." I said. "I love her, but I just don't know anymore. I don't think we're good together." He admitted. I feel so helpless. I don't know what to do. I let go of the desk, and put my arm around his waist, trying to pull him into a hug. He hugged me back.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered. He took a deep breath.
"It's not your fault. We'll see what happens. She's right, we both need a break." He said. I nodded. I bit my lip. Everything is falling apart. "It'll be okay." Stefan whispered. I always forget that they can hear what I'm thinking.
"Somehow." I whispered back. He helped me sit down in my wheelchair. I shook my head. I sighed. Stefan looked at me.
"That says it all, doesn't it?" Stefan asked. I looked at him. "Life sucks." He concluded. I smiled.
"It kind of does." I agreed.
"You really do look a lot better." He complimented.
"Thanks. I feel better." I said. "Now I just have broken bones to worry about." I added. He gave me a small smile. My bedroom door opened, and Damon stepped in.
"Wasn't Elena here?" Damon asked. Stefan looked at Damon, he nodded.
"She left." Stefan told his brother.
"Oh. Her loss." Damon replied, smirking.
"We're taking a break." Stefan confessed. Damon opened his mouth, just slightly, but he didn't say anything. He walked over to us and yanked Stefan off of the bed. He pulled him into a hug. Damon really is full of surprises.
"I'm sorry brother." Damon whispered. Stefan nodded.
"It's probably for the best." Stefan admitted, resolutely. He pulled away. He looked at me. There is something in his eyes that I can't quite make out. "I'll see you two in the morning." He said, then he left.
Damon and I nodded. Damon lifted me from the chair, and laid with me on the bed. He threw his jacket on the floor, and kicked off his shoes. He held me, and I drifted off to sleep for the second time tonight. I always sleep better when he is holding me. He smiled against my hair. He whispered something, but I can't make out what it was.
"Bonnie, you need to wake up." Someone whispered in my ear. Why are people always trying to wake me up? "Bonnie, love. Open your eyes." It's Damon's voice. I opened my eyes. He is smiling down at me. He leaned down and kissed me. "Stefan is here." He added. I nodded.
"Hey Stefan." I said. I heard him sit down behind me.
"Morning, sunshine." Stefan replied.
"Do you want to shower?" Damon asked. I nodded. He lifted me up, and we were off the bed, and standing by Stefan. He's sitting at my desk. He was smiling at us.
"You changed my brother for the better." Stefan said, sounding amazed. I smiled at him.
"He changed me for the better, too." I said in response. Damon carried me to the bathroom and shut the door. He set me on the toilet, and turned on the water. I used my good arm to ease my other arm out of my sling. I winced. Damon moved to help me, but I stopped him with a glare. "I'm not completely helpless. " I mumbled. Damon chuckled.
"I know that sweetheart." He said. I smiled at him. He smiled in return. I slid the sling off of my arm, and set it next to the sink. I lifted the bottom of my shirt, and slid it up. I winced, but kept pushing. My shoulder twitched, and I moved my arm the wrong way.
"Ahh." I moaned in pain. I shouldn't have done that. "Damn it." I muttered. Damon walked over, and removed my shirt. I shook my head. "Thank you." I whispered.
"Anytime." He said. "I love taking your clothes off." He added. I rolled my eyes.
"Good, because I can't seem to do it myself." I answered. Damon unwrapped my ribs, and placed the wrap near my sling. He helped me stand up, and he took my jeans off. He slid off my panties, and set me back down on the toilet.
"You just wanted to get in my pants." I said. He looked at me wickedly, and wiggled his eyebrows. He smirked.
"Well, that's one of my rewards." He answered. He checked the water, and turned the shower head on. He walked over to me, and unclasped my bra. He picked me up, and set me on the shower floor.
He slid the shower door closed halfway, and carried my clothes to my hamper. He pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped it in the hamper. He keeps clothes here. He lives here, part of the time. I smiled. To say he looks amazing with his shirt off, is like saying fire is just warm. Looking at him sent shivers down my spine. He bent over, and pulled off his socks. He dropped those in the hamper. He turned around to face me. He smiled, and pulled his belt off. I blushed. He wiggled his eyebrows, and slid off his jeans. He dropped his jeans in the hamper. He has a nice back side to look at. He slid into the shower with me, and closed the door. He sat down with me.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." I echoed.
"Enjoy the show?" He asked. I blushed.
"Don't I always?" I asked. He smiled darkly. I chuckled. He reached in front of me and grabbed my body wash, and a loofah. He started washing me, careful not press too hard on any of my injuries. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. He smiled and continued to wash me. Stefan will hear me that would be the very definition of awkward. Damon chuckled. I can hear Stefan laughing outside of the bathroom.
"Stefan close your ears!" I scolded. Both of the Salvatore brothers laughed harder.
"He won't hear you now." Damon whispered. I glared at him. He ran the loofah over my stomach and took special care soaping my chest. I closed my eyes. Ow, something pinched me. I opened my eyes. I swatted Damon's hand away. He laughed. "I couldn't resist." He admitted. I glared at him again. "They are just so perky. I wanted to see if I could get your nip…" I slapped his arm. "Ow!" He yelled. I could hear Stefan laughing loud and clearly, even though the shower is going. "I was just going to say: I wanted to see if your nipples would get…" He tried to explain. I slapped his arm again. "Harder." He finished. I tried to take the loofah from his hands, but he pushed me against the shower wall. It didn't hurt, but he pinned me so I couldn't move. I can feel his breath against my face. I know that he doesn't need to breath, but he can. It's a force of habit. I looked at his face, and found his eyes. They aren't angry, but he looks annoyed. "Stop doing that." He growled. I sighed.
"You deserved it." I said. He smirked.
"Probably." He answered. He had my good arm pinned above me, using his hand to hold mine against the wall. He had his other hand around my waist. He didn't let me go or move his hands. He leaned down and tried to warm my lips with his. I turned my head, he kissed my cheek. "Bonnie." He growled.
"No, Damon. Let me go. Stefan's waiting. I'm still annoyed with you." I said. He sighed.
"You're sexy when you're angry." He said, but he let go of my hand and moved me from the wall. He started washing my back. I hate that I can't stay angry with him. He shouldn't have done what he did though. He kissed my neck. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I won't do it again, unless you ask me to." He added.
"Alright." I said. "Hurry up, Stefan is waiting." I whispered.
"Okay." He said. He kissed my neck again, and made his way to my jaw.
"Not that Damon." I scolded.
"My bad." He said, wiggling his eyebrows wickedly. I rolled my eyes. I grabbed the loofah next to him, and his body wash. He doesn't use mine, he doesn't want to smell like a girl. I started washing him. I ran the loofah over his shoulders, and the rest of him. He gasped.
"You're such a girl, Damon." I said.
"No, I'm pretty sure I'm a man." He said. "If you want proof, look down." He suggested. I rolled my eyes.
"I know, Damon." I said. He chuckled. He began to wash my hair, as I finished washing him. He pulled me onto his lap, as he washed my hair. He rinsed out the shampoo, and lathered in the conditioner. He rinsed it out. I grabbed his shampoo, but he pulled my hand back.
"I already washed my hair." He said arrogantly. I nodded. That's right, he had. I don't know why I forgot.
"Will you turn off the water?" I asked.
"Not yet." He said. He put his arms around me, and held me. I closed my eyes, this is nice.
"Don't try anything." I warned.
"I won't… at least not today." He promised. I nodded. We sat for awhile. Damon sighed. "We're coming!" He yelled at the bathroom door. Stefan must have said something to him. "Not that way, you pervert!" Damon yelled again. "Maybe he really is my brother." He mumbled. He lifted me up and carried me out of the bathroom. He grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around me, and set me on the toilet. He handed me another towel. I used it to dry myself off. Damon grabbed a towel for himself, and wrapped it around his waist. I threw my spare towel at him. He caught it before it hit his face. He used it to dry himself. "Thanks." He said. I nodded. I reached over and pulled my blow dryer out of the basket, on the floor, by my toilet. Damon took it from my hands, before I could protest, he plugged it in. "Allow me." He said. He took the towel in his hand and used it to dry his hair. He turned the blow dryer on, and aimed it toward his head. Really? I've never seen him blow dry his hair before. "We are running late." He growled.
"Sorry, didn't know that you were so touchy about the subject." I apologized.
"I'm not. I just want to look… suitable for your Grams." He explained. He is full of surprises. I didn't know he cared so much about what she thought. It's sweet. "I don't know why you are so surprised." Damon said sounding slightly appalled. "Alright, I can." He added. I chuckled. He aimed the blow dryer at my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, and stuck my tongue out at him. I jumped. He set the blow dryer down. He had his lips to mine, and took my tongue in his mouth. I wasn't expecting that. I should remember not to stick my tongue out at him. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, just as I pushed him away.
"Time is of the essence." I scolded. He smirked, but pulled my face back to his. Mmm. I pulled away, and grabbed the blow dryer. Damon sighed.
"I said that I would do that." He grumbled, and started to dry my hair.
"Thanks." I said. He smiled, and dried my hair. After my hair was dry he helped me put lotion on, and left the bathroom to grab clothes for the both of us.
He opened the door, and quickly dressed. He pulled on his socks, and put his boots on. No one else could pull off the leather boots like he does. He helped me put my bra on; wrapped my ribs, and helped me with my shirt. He lifted me up, and slid my panties on. He helped me with my jeans. I put my socks on, and managed to slide my shoes on. He put his arm around my waist, and helped me walk out of the bathroom. Unless someone is supporting me, I can't walk. I hate that crutches are impossible for me to use. They may hurt like a bitch, but they would be better than scarcely being able to walk.
Stefan grabbed our jackets, and my folded wheelchair, and headed downstairs. Damon picked me up, and followed Stefan. We followed Stefan outside, and we got into Damon's Ferrari. I sat in the back, Damon drove, and Stefan sat shotgun. I had to argue with Stefan so he would sit up front. He's taller, it makes more sense for him to sit up front.
"I'm so glad you all decided to stop by." Grams said. I smiled at her. She gave us all hugs when we arrived. It surprised Damon more than Stefan. I was surprised myself, but it was a nice surprise. Hopefully the next time that I visit Grams it won't be about this.
"So are we, Grams." I answered.
"We came by because we had a few questions about Merrick." Damon announced.
"Oh." Grams uttered.
"We know that he had a son." Stefan confessed. Grams nodded.
"That's right. I've met him once or twice." Grams admitted.
"You've met him?" I asked.
"Yes, I went to see Merrick. I wanted to talk to him, after your Mother died." She said. Oh. "I told him to stay away from Mystic Falls, and you. I wasn't going to lose two people that I love." Grams she explained.
"Lose two people to who?" I asked.
"I never found out what really happened to your Mother. You know that they could never prove that she had a heart attack. But, something just didn't feel right. I don't know if Merrick was behind it. But I don't doubt that it very well could have been him. I wouldn't put anything past him." She concluded.
"Yeah, that makes sense." I heard myself agree. My throat feels like it's closing up.
"Do you remember what Merrick's son looked like?" Stefan asked. Grams looked shocked.
"Why do you ask… Wait, the man in Bonnie's memory?... Are you?" She asked.
"Yes, him. He was the only one who wasn't a vampire. We don't know what or who he is. And the only other person we have ever come into contact with who shares similarities in powers, is Merrick." Damon answered.
"I see. Will you show me the memory again?" She asked. I nodded. She put her hand on mine, and I remembered. She gasped. I opened my eyes, I can see her cringe. It's not as hard to remember now. The nightmares, make it easier. They aren't as scary. Grams shuttered when the memory was over. "That was Takehiro, Merrick's son." Grams admitted.
"Takehiro?" I asked.
"It's Japanese. It means boy, military, and prince. Merrick wasn't born in Japan. But, he did lose his parents at an early age, and was brought there. There are a lot of details that I am not familiar with. In Japan, Merrick was given a new name, 'Mugoi.' It means merciless, and cruel. He earned his name. After he left Japan, he adopted, 'Merrick.' He wanted an English name to help manipulate people. I don't know how old he is, or how old his son is. If you killed him, I'm not sure how Mugoi will take it." Grams explained. I nodded. Damon reached over and squeezed my hand.
"It'll be alright." He said.
"I just don't know Damon." I answered. Stefan didn't say anything, he just gave a small shake with his head.
"I look into this Bonnie. I'll call some old friends, some contacts that I have, fellow witches." She said with a small smile. I nodded.
"Can he be killed by fire?" Stefan asked. That's right, I completely forgot to ask about that. It slipped my mind.
"Hmm, maybe." Grams started.
"We've both seen him injured from fire." Damon explained. Grams shook her head.
"It might be possible, if he is weakened severely first, it just might. I'll see if I can dig something up." Grams reasoned. We all nodded to that. I cleared my throat.
"We better get going Grams. Sorry the visit was so short. I need to go see Elena." I announced. Stefan looked at me in disbelief. "I need to see if she's okay. I need to try to make things right with her." I admitted. He nodded.
"I'll take you." Damon suggested. I nodded.
"Can you drop me off? I have to do this alone." I told him.
"Anything for you." He answered. I smiled at him. He stood up, and hugged Grams. Stefan hugged her, and she leaned down and hugged me. Damon wheeled me to the car. Stefan put my wheelchair in the back, with me.
"I'm going to head home." Stefan announced. I looked up in surprise. I nodded.
"I understand. I'll see you later?" I asked he nodded, he leaned down and gave me a quick hug, and kissed me on the cheek. He walked over to Damon and shut the car door. I tried to hide my surprise. Well, alrighty then. He talked with Damon for a moment, then walked away. Damon nodded, and got in the driver's side. He chuckled.
"I suppose you could have sat up here." He said.
"It's okay." I said. He put his keys in the ignition and started the car.
Damon wheeled me to the front door, and knocked. Jeremy opened the door. He smiled at me, and nodded to Damon.
"I'll see you tonight." Damon whispered as he hugged me. He kissed my forehead, and left. Jeremy stepped onto the front porch and wheeled me inside.
"How are you doing Jere?" I asked.
"Peachy keen," he replied. "I'm doing better. I'm not doing the same bullshit anymore." He added. He wheeled me into the living room, and sat beside me on the sofa.
"That is great Jere. Are you drawing again? You are so good." I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah, I'm glad that I'm getting back into it. This may sound weird, but I owe a lot of it the Mr. Saltzman." He admitted.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, he gave me a second chance to get my history grade up. And I'm not sure why, but it seemed to wake me up." He concluded. I touched his arm with my hand.
"I'm proud of you, Jeremy." I told him. He smiled.
"No one else understands." He started. "I've missed talking with you." He finished.
"I've missed you, too. You were the brother that I never had. I could always talk to you after my mom died. Even though, you hadn't lost… your parents yet. You understood. I never figured out why." I admitted. He smiled, he was beaming.
"You too, you were like the other sister I never had." He said. We both laughed.
"I actually came over to talk with Elena. Is she around?" I asked. Jeremy's face fell a bit. "Not that I don't love catching up with you, something went down last night, and I just want to make sure that she's alright." I explained.
"Course. I'll go get her." He said.
"Thanks." I said smiling.
"It looks like you are healing, at least a little bit." Jeremy complimented. I smiled at him. He walked over to the stairs. Jenna came down the stairs as he was going up.
"I'm going to be so late for work." She said. "Oh, hey Bonnie! I haven't seen you around here in awhile." She exclaimed.
"I know, I've been busy." I said apologetically.
"I understand. Just, don't be a stranger." She said. She grabbed her keys, and left for work. Elena came down the stairs.
"Jeremy, can you give us a minute?" She asked.
"Yeah, whatever." He responded. He walked over to the living room, and took a seat by me.
"Why are you here?"She asked coldly. What is her deal?
"I came to see if you were alright. We might not be exactly close right now, but I still care about you." I said. Her face softened. She nodded.
"I'm fine." She said.
"No you aren't." I responded.
"It's just hard. I don't think I made the wrong decision, but it just sucks." She concluded. She sighed. I nodded.
"I know, sweetie." I soothed. "Come here." I added. She leaned over, and I pulled her into a hug. "I miss you." I told her.
"I miss you too. I'm sorry for blaming you." She admitted.
"Blaming me for what?" I asked.
"For Stefan, he's so different now. He's not the same person. I think that you were part of that. I've been blaming you. You were a big part of why he and his brother are so close again." She answered.
"Are you really that shallow?" I asked. She pulled out of the hug and glared at me. "You're mad at me because Stefan has a relationship with his brother." I added. She looked down.
"I know, it's ridiculous. But I can't stand that you are with Damon, and that Stefan is talking with him again." She growled.
"That has to stop sometime Elena. You aren't going to have anyone left. You don't have to like it to accept it." I told her.
"I know, I'm going to try. But whether it's because of you or Damon, Stefan is different." She concluded. I nodded. Jeremy came down.
"When you think you can be around us again, call me." I told Elena. She nodded. She looked at me, she has sad eyes.
"Jeremy, can you take me to Caroline's?" I asked.
"Sure." He answered.
"Elena, can I have the keys?" He asked. She got them out of her purse, and tossed them to him. He wheeled me to the front door.
"Bye Elena, love you. You're still one of my oldest friends." I called to her as Jeremy wheeled me away.
"Love you too, Bonnie. Same here." She said. Jeremy lead me outside, and shut the front door. He pushed me to the car.
"You want to hang out with me and Caroline for awhile?" I asked. He smiled.
"That sounds great!" He exclaimed. He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for. I've missed my friends. I pulled my phone from my pocket. I dialed Caroline's number.
"Hey Caroline." I greeted.
"Hey stranger! Are you still coming over?" She asked.
"Yeah. Jeremy's bringing me over. I stopped by to see Elena. I told him to stay and hang out with us." I told her.
"Okay, sounds good, but he's going to have to suffer through chick flicks." She warned. I chuckled.
"Will do, see you soon." I said. I hung up the phone and slid it back in my pocket. He helped me into the car, and put the chair away. He hopped into the driver's seat.
"What's the verdict?" He asked.
"She said it's alright as long as you don't mind chick flicks." I said. He laughed.
"I don't mind at all." He said.
"Good." I replied.
Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW!
Takehiro is a Japanese name that means: military, bamboo, boy, and prince
Mugoi is a Japanese word that means: cruel, merciless, and atrocious
Hope you enjoyed it! Carlisle was not in this chapter, but will probably be in the next chapter. Bonnie will need a check up! : )
Thanks SO much for reading!
-Anneryn
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