Author's Note: Hey guys, girls, aliens, and fellow weird people! I am SO sorry that it has taken me this long to update. With school starting back up, working, and getting slammed with homework, things have been kind of crazy. I hope you enjoy this! I had fun writing it. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know what you think! I LOVE reviews! *hint, hint* I made this chapter longer, to try and make up for the wait.
I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS (though that would be utterly amazing!)
NOR DO I OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "I Don't Care" - Apocalyptica featuring Adam Gontier
Chapter 8:
We just finished watching A Walk to Remember. I wanted to go easy on the chick flicks, but Caroline told Jeremy that he had to suffer, at least a little. I have to admit, I didn't expect Caroline to pick one of my favorite movies. Girlie movies, that is.
"Caroline," I started. She looked up. She was laughing at something Jeremy had said.
"Yes." She said in response.
"Why A Walk to Remember?" I asked. She chuckled, and punched Jeremy's arm playfully.
"Yeah, uh, Caroline didn't pick out the movie." He admitted. Wait… then… He cleared his throat. I look up at him. "I remembered that it was one of your favorite 'sappy' movies." He said sappy with air quotes. "When you used to come over and watch it with Elena." He finished. Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that. How does he remember this stuff?
"You remember that?" I asked. He blushed and nodded.
"Yeah, of course I do. How could I not?" He answered. I smiled.
"So, what's next?" Caroline asked.
"Umm, how about…" I started. "OH! We should watch the newest Fast and the Furious movie." I concluded. Caroline smiled; she's a sucker for Paul Walker. I just love the movie. And Michelle Rodriguez kicks ass, she is proof that women kick ass. "Or S.W.A.T...." I added. Jeremy and Caroline laughed. We decided on Swat. Colin Farrell won over Paul Walker.
"So, why S.W.A.T. over Fast & Furious?" Jeremy asked. Caroline and I had decided when he went on a food run. I giggled.
"Colin Farrell is hotter than Paul Walker." I said trying not to laugh. Caroline was doubled over laughing.
"I see how it is." Jeremy said jokingly. I nodded.
"And we watched The Fast and the Furious last week." I told him. He nodded. "Admit it Jere, you love Colin Farrell just as much as we do." I joked. He nodded.
"You know it." He agreed, fluttering his eyelashes. I laughed. "I'm more into Michelle Rodriguez. She is… sexy." He admitted. I smiled. I sighed. I touched his arm with my hand.
"She really is." I agreed longingly. If I ever have to date a woman, I hope it will be her. Jeremy smiled.
"Why can't all females think like you?" He asked wishfully. I shrugged.
"The world would fall into a pit of chaos, and I would take over the world with an army of penguins." I told him. He laughed. Caroline plopped down in an armchair in the living room, pulled a throw blanket on top of her. She reached inside of the bag of food that Jeremy brought back, and grabbed a burger. She chucked one at Jeremy. He caught it and set it on the coffee table. He plopped down beside me on the couch, and handed me a burger.
I took it, and set it on the coffee table next to his. He put his arm around me, and I laid my head on his shoulder. Caroline started the movie. This feels so normal. I almost forgot about everything else that was going on, almost. I snuggled closer to Jeremy, and directed my attention to the movie. He is so warm. I wish I had a brother. Mmm, Colin Farrell, I smiled to myself. He might come close, but he has nothing on Damon.
The movie ended, and Caroline put another movie in. We added our own commentary to the movie; it made it a lot better. Jeremy had sprawled out on the couch, and was hugging me to him. He is very comfortable to lay against, in a brotherly way. My eyelids are getting heavier, and heavier. I should probably get up and go up to Caroline's room, but I'm just so comfortable. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to get up the stairs to her room on my own.
I yawned. Jeremy gave me a light squeeze. Caroline said something I couldn't quite make out. I drifted off to sleep. Mmm. I felt myself shiver. Everything around me was dark. Where am I? All I can see are headstones. Someone is digging something up. I squinted, trying to make out who and what. Everything went foggy. This must be a nightmare.
"Ahh!" I heard myself scream. Takehiro's face flashed before me, and then vanished. It flashed again, each time getting closer and closer. This can't be happening. I can feel my breath coming in short panicked gasps. Without warning, fire sprang from my fingertips. I thrust my hands in front of me. In this nightmare, my shoulder isn't broken. My arms guided the fire into a shield. Takehiro's face flashed, mere centimeters from mine. It bounced off of the shield, and flew backwards.
I felt a tingling rise in my stomach. It feels warm, and is getting hotter. This sensation is taking over me. I can feel myself start to give in. More fire flows through my fingers, coming from the core of my being. I let my head fall back, and I screamed. I can feel Takehiro in front me, trying to get closer. The scream that was pouring out of my mouth wasn't only my own. I can feel something deeper. I can hear my ancestors. They have come to my aid.
"No!" I heard him yell. "Not you! I will not be put to my demise by you!" He screeched. "Father! No!" He yelled. I looked at Takehiro. Something flashed in front of him. I saw a flash of silver, and Takehiro fell to the ground.
"You are a disgrace. You failed me. You are nothing to me." Merrick growled. I gasped. He turned to face me. I can't see his face. It's hidden by a blur of black. "Maybe you will be different." He said.
I gasped, and sat up. I blinked my eyes. Shit. Oh, shit! I can feel myself shaking. I can't stop it. Something is holding me down; I can't sit up all of the way. I looked down. Everything is still blurry. My eyes haven't adjusted yet. It's Jeremy's arm. He's asleep. I looked around. The TV is still playing, and one of the lamps in the living room is still on. Caroline is asleep in her armchair. I'm at Caroline's house. That's right, I had forgotten.
I can't slow my breathing. It's coming in heavy, short pants. Oh God. I tried to wiggle free from Jeremy without waking him. I moved my shoulder the wrong way, and it jerked. I pulled something I shouldn't have.
"Fuck!" I heard myself yell. Jeremy stirred. He opened his eyes lazily. He looked at me confused. His mouth formed a silent 'O.' He moved his arm. God this hurts. All of my pain meds are at home, or at Damon's. Shit. A tear leaked from my eye.
"Oh hey, what's wrong?" He asked concerned. I shook my head. I can't do this right now. Why can't everything just slow down for awhile. I can't keep dealing with everything right on top of everything else. It's too much. I used the arm that wasn't throbbing to push myself up. I swung my legs over to the side of the couch, and tried to stand up. I slipped on something underneath one of my feet, and I jabbed my knee on the coffee table.
"Ahh." I groaned. "Damn it." I muttered. I felt Jeremy's hands steady me. He pulled me back onto the couch. My head is spinning. My stomach lurched a couple of times. I'm not getting sick, I'm not getting sick… "Crap." I muttered. "Jere, I need to go to the bathroom." I said. He nodded. He stood up, and helped me up gently. "I'm gonna be sick." I announced. He picked me up, and carried me to the bathroom in record time. He opened the door, and set me on the floor in front of the toilet. I pushed the lid open, and faced the toilet bowl. His hands brushed my neck, and held my hair. My stomach lurched, and I spilled it's contents into the toilet. I felt more tears streaming down my face.
I moved back from the toilet, and Jeremy handed me damp washcloth. I took it from his hand and wiped my mouth. My stomach jumped again, but I don't have anything left to spew. My stomach settled. I flushed the toilet. I noticed that Jeremy was still holding my hair. I'm glad he held it back, otherwise it would be sprinkled with vomit. I took a deep breath. Ew, I twisted my face into a grimace.
"Thanks." I said to Jeremy. He nodded knowingly. He dropped his hand from my hair, and let it rest on my shoulders. "I need mouthwash." I announced. Jeremy grinned. He helped me up. I opened the cabinet over the sink, and grabbed a paper cup and the mouthwash. I poured some in the cup, and swished it around in my mouth. I spit it out. I took another gulp of the mouthwash and swished it around. I spit most of it out, and swallowed the rest. That's better.
I looked at Jeremy and he opened the bathroom door, and helped me walk to the kitchen. I took a seat at the kitchen table, and walked over to the sink. I looked over at the clock on the wall next to the table, it's 1:38 in the morning. I must've been sleeping for awhile. Jeremy continued bustling around. He had Ellie's teakettle in his hand. He filled it with water from the sink. He returned it to the stove, and got two mugs from the cabinet and set them on the counter near the stove. He grabbed two teabags from the windowsill, and set them by the mugs. He turned on the stove, and sat down next to me.
"Tea always helped you with the nightmares." He explained. My jaw dropped, but only slightly. How had he remembered all of this about me? I reached next to me and slid my hand in his. He gave me a small smile and stroked my hand with his thumb. "This is nice. I really have missed you, you know?" He admitted, followed with a sigh. His eyebrows furrowed, like they always did when something was eating at him. "I just… I thought the nightmares had stopped. You seemed better… for awhile." He finished.
He's talking about when my Mom died. The night she died I got my first nightmare. It wasn't the first nightmare I had had in my life, but it was the first nightmare that I've never forgotten. Something about it… it has always haunted me. It was like my Mom dying triggered something. Something that was beyond me, I didn't understand at the time. Truthfully, I still don't. Maybe that's part of the reason that I had trouble believing that she had a natural death. If it was her time, it wouldn't cling to me like this. Something or someone did that to her.
Part of me knew that, the rest… didn't want to. What could I have done? I was just a kid. She died when I was 13, 2 weeks short of my birthday. It was right after school let out; I was going to start high school that fall. But, when she died, everything changed. We had just moved back to Mystic Falls. Two months before. I had to finish out my classes at a different school. I didn't mind, it was good to be back home. Salem always felt foreign.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy asked. I shook my head.
"Sorry, what?" I apologized. He brought me back out of my thoughts.
"Are they like before?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No Jere, these are different." I said with a sad smile. He frowned.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"You don't have anything to apologize for." I said to him.
"If I could make them stop, I would." He promised. I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"I know Jere. It means a lot." I told him. The kettle whistled, and he got up and poured water into our mugs. He dropped the tea bags in, and went to the pantry.
'I try to make it through my life, in my way, there's you.
I try to make it through these lies, and that's all I do.
Just don't deny it.
Don't try to fight this, and deal with it.
And that's just part of it.'
Music blasted from my pocket. I jumped. My knee slammed against the kitchen table. Damn it! Fucking tables! I slid my hand into my pocket. I fished out my phone. Jeremy came out of the pantry with some cookies. He raised his eyebrows and nodded at me. I shrugged.
'If you were dead or still alive, I don't care.
I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind, 'cause I swear (I swear).
I don't care.'
I looked at my phone. It's Grams. Hopefully it's good news. I opened my phone and held it to my ear.
"Hey Grams." I answered.
"Hello, sweetie, drink the tea. It will help with the nightmares." She answered in return. Ugh, how does she always do that? Well, not always… but enough. She is so in control of her abilities. I sighed.
"I will Grams, promise." I assured her.
"I know, sweetie." She said.
"Why the late night call?" I asked her.
"I've contacted some of my friends, some fellow witches. I don't have anything yet, but they are looking, and I haven't stopped." She admitted. I nodded.
"Alright, that's good news Grams, but why the call?" I asked.
"When I was looking in some of my books, and diaries that have been passed down to me, I came across something. I had forgotten about it. I know that it works. It's been a long while since I have seen anyone use it." She said.
"Spit it out Grams." I said irritated.
"It's an elixir. It is supposed to help speed up the healing process." She said.
"Oh." I said. "OH!" I added. For me?
"It will help you heal faster Bon-Bon. If this is Merrick's doing, I don't know how much time you will have to heal. I can't stand something else happening to you." She explained.
"Grams, you can't stop everything…" I started.
"Bonnie Elizabeth Bennett! Do not tell me what I can or cannot do. I will do everything I can to protect me. Stop your arguing and listen to me. I don't need your sass." She scolded.
"Sorry Grams. I worry about you, too." I assured her.
"Bonnie." She said with a sigh. There is something else that she hasn't told me.
"What else is there Grams?" I asked.
"If the elixir is taken with vampire blood, it's supposed to be more powerful. It would speed up the healing process even further." She said.
"Oh. Have you talked to…" I started.
"I talked with Stefan and Damon before I called you. They both agreed that this was our best option." She told me.
"Alright." I said reluctantly. "Grams?" I asked.
"Yes?" She answered.
"What else aren't you telling me?" I asked. She chuckled.
"You really are my granddaughter. I can't get anything past you, can I?" She answered.
"Grams." I pressed.
"It has more of an effect when your emotions are heightened." She admitted.
"You mean…?" I asked.
"When your hormones are going, and you in a moment of passion, yes." She said. Great. So, in order to get better, I have to drink some strange elixir that I have never heard of. I have drink vampire blood. And all of this while be aroused. Lovely. I love my life. I rolled my eyes. "Bonnie, I know how this sounds. I am by no means suggesting that you have sex." She said. I cringed.
"Do you have to word it that way?" I asked. She chuckled, again.
"You just need to…. Fool around a bit." She finished.
"Grams. Could you stop, please? I get the point. It's been a long night, alright." I said not wanting to hear anything more.
"I love you Bon-Bon. I know this is hard. You are stronger than you know." She soothed.
"I love you, too, Grams." I said.
"Bonnie?" Grams said uncertainly.
"Yeah, Grams?" I asked.
"Damon is on his way over. I was talking with him, when I felt your panic. I knew it was nightmares. I asked him to go check on you." She admitted.
"Thanks Grams." I said.
"I didn't mean to…" She started. "It's fine Grams. I can't sleep anymore tonight. But, you should try and get some." I told her.
"Be safe." She warned.
"You, too... I love you." I said.
"I love you, my sweet girl." She said.
"Hugs and junk," I replied.
"Kisses and mushy crap," she replied. I ended the call and pocketed my phone.
That was something we came up with when my Mom died. I was leaving her house, and Dad was pissed because I was taking forever coming to the car. I didn't have time to hug her goodbye. So, I yelled, 'Hugs and junk,' over my shoulder. She smirked and yelled, 'Kisses and mushy crap,' back. We both laughed. I left, and we've been doing it ever since, every phone call.
"Everything okay?" Jeremy asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. She had a feeling that something was wrong." I replied.
"She always does." He agreed. I smiled. He is so observant.
"She said that she is sending Damon over to check on me." I told him. His face fell a bit, but he tried to hide it. It fell for a split second, then it was masked. "Jeremy," I started. He shook his head. He smirked.
"It's cool, Bonnie. I'm glad he's coming, you feel better when he is around you." He said.
"You really know me; don't you?" I asked him.
"I guess I do." He said. I grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down towards me. I pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back.
"I love you, Jere. I'm sorry, it can't be more than that." I said. He nodded.
"I love you, too, Bonnie. I love you too." He said softly. He pulled away. His eyes were watering. I sighed. I hate myself. I jumped. Someone was knocking on the door. It's probably Damon. Grams probably told him to use the door, in case. He knows that Ellie isn't here. Jeremy got up, and walked over to the door. He peered out the window, and opened the door. "Hey Damon." He said in a defeated voice.
"Hey Jeremy." He replied. "You know, I like you a lot more than your sister." Damon told him. Jeremy gave him a small smirk.
"Sorry. You aren't my type." Jeremy said. I snorted with laughter. Caroline stirred, and sat up. She blinked, confused. Damon was laughing with Jeremy. "You must like ugly motherfuckers, because I am too pretty for you." Damon replied. Jeremy laughed some more. Caroline nodded to Damon, and laid back down in her chair. Jeremy laid on the couch, and he restarted the movie. Damon sat next to me.
"She told you." I said. He nodded."All of it." I added. He nodded again. "I don't want to do it. Not tonight." I told him.
"Whatever you're comfortable with." He said. "Do you want to leave?" He asked. I nodded.
"I don't think I'll be sleeping anymore tonight." I told him. He frowned. His eyes lit up.
"I can think of something we can do, to help you sleep." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"No." I said. He pouted.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." He said. I stared at him and raised my eyebrows.
"Don't I?" I asked.
"Probably, but you know you can't resist me forever." He stated. I rolled my eyes. "I'll hold you, and you can try to sleep. You need some." He said.
That sounds… wonderful. But, I don't want to leave Caroline alone. If I left, Jere would probably go home. I know Caroline doesn't like to be alone. She just tries to hide it. Matt is going out of town tomorrow. He's going to visiting an uncle. They are having their annual camping trip. He's been acting strangely. I know that Elena talked to him yesterday. Caroline told me when I got here earlier. We talked. I hope he works out his business; I don't like seeing Caroline going through this.
"I don't want to leave, Damon." I said. He sighed, but nodded.
"Alright," he gave in, reluctantly. He got up and started walking away.
"Damon!" I called for him. He raised his eyebrows. He walked toward me. "I didn't say that I wanted you to leave, either." I said. He nodded slowly.
"Oh," he responded, smirking. "We can stay, if you want… I might be fun." He told me.
"Let's invite Stefan over." I said. He nodded. "We need to talk tonight and it help make things less awkward." I said.
Damon grimaced. He knows I'm right. This can't wait until later. I don't know what exactly Grams told them, or if she told them anything that she didn't tell me. Did she tell them both about the whole, my emotions being 'heightened' would help the elixir? I'm not ready for them to be that 'heightened.' And, if Damon and I did anything that close, I don't know if I would be able to stop. He makes me want to lose control. But, I can't lose it, not yet. If I lose control completely, I don't know what will happen. I can't give myself over to someone completely. I don't even understand everything that is going on inside of me, not with my powers still manifesting. Even if it makes me stronger, I'm not sure if it's worth the risk.
"I'll give Stefan a call." He said. I nodded.
"How is he doing?" I asked.
"Better than I expected. He isn't moping around over Elena. I think that he actually meant what he said about them breaking up being a good thing." Damon elaborated.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah." He answered. That's good, I was worried about him. Now all I have to worry about is what Elena is up to. I think I have an idea, but right now, I really hope that I'm wrong. Damon took out his phone, and called Stefan on speed dial. "Hey." Damon said. He nodded. "She's fine. I'm glad she sent me over though." He said to Stefan. He looked like he was in deep thought about something. "I'm at Caroline's, but I guess you knew that. You need to come over. Oh, and we're going to be awhile. Bonnie doesn't plan on leaving tonight." He said. "Goodbye Stefan." He said with a smirk. He pocketed his phone, and turned his attention on me. His blue eyes are consuming. I used to think that they were icy. At times they still are. But most of the time, they are something else. They are almost like a mask. When he looks at me, he takes my breath away… Sometimes when I look into his eyes, I see everything. Flashes of what he feels, who he is, shining in his eyes. He is extraordinary. My breath is coming out slower now. "We're going to fix this." He whispered, leaning closer to me.
I blinked, and his chair was next to mine. He is much closer than before there is no space between us. He got out of his chair and crouched in front of me. He leaned in, and rubbed the side of my face with his cheek. I gasped. Mmm. He breathed into my ear. I gasped.
He bent his head down and licked my neck. He blew on the wet spot. I shivered, and moaned. He smiled into my neck. He a hand in my hair, and breathed in. I was pulled into his chest. It's getting harder and harder to breathe. He pulled away and lifted my head. He looked into my eyes. We stayed that way for a moment. It felt like hours, I never want to move. He inched closer, and kissed me lightly on the lips. I pulled back and touched my forehead to his. His breath danced across my face. I kissed him. He flinched a little in surprise.
"Damon." I said against his lips.
"What?" He said irritably.
"Open your mouth." I replied. He smiled, and opened his mouth. I thrust my tongue inside. He moved his tongue to wrestle with mine. My hand clutched his neck as my tongue was battling his own. His free hand slid around my waist and moved me closer to him. I was practically sitting on his lap. He had positioned himself, so that my knee wouldn't be an issue. I heard someone knock at the door. I pulled away. "Damon," I gasped.
"Would you stop doing that?" He asked.
"Stefan…" I started. He slammed his lips into mine. He lightened up on the kissing, so that they were gentle and not harsh. He pried my mouth open with his lips, and slid his tongue inside. I gave up resisting. Ugh, I can't. Jeremy… I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't need to see this. "Damon." I tried to say against his mouth. I could barely make out my own words. He pulled away exasperated.
"Bonnie, if this is going to work, you have to stop taking. Your mouth doesn't have to be closed, but the talking has to stop." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"We can't. Not here, not now." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Jeremy." I said. He nodded.
"I forgot. My bad." He apologized. Stefan walked into the kitchen. Damon took his hand from my hair, and set my back onto my chair. He took his place beside me, just moments before Jeremy followed Stefan into the kitchen.
"I'll let you guys talk." Jeremy announced. He left the kitchen and went to sit with Caroline. He turned the TV up, so we would know that we won't be overheard.
"What did Grams tell you?" I asked Stefan.
"Everything she told you." He said, taking a seat across from me and Damon. I nodded. "You know, you don't have to do anything that you don't to do." Stefan said. I jumped back a bit in my chair. Did he just say…? Grams. I glared. Some things she shouldn't share with everyone. Damon looked at me smirking.
"Not everyone, just us." Damon said. Stefan nodded. I sighed. I hate thinking. Stefan chuckled. Damon's smirk grew.
"I know." I said. I rolled my eyes. The whole mind reading, thought hearing thing is getting annoying. Both of them laughed. I glowered at them. They stopped.
"You know, I would never make you…" Damon whispered in my ear. I looked up at him. I nodded.
"Yeah, I know." I said irritably.
"We can wait as long as you want to." He added. I looked at him. It's hard enough, trying to figure out if I'm ready or when I'll be ready, without this pressure on top of it. I closed my eyes, and used my fingers to rub my temples. Damon didn't move. His head was low, still lingering near my neck. "I'd wait forever… for you." He whispered. It sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes. I blinked. I felt tears welling. I tried to blink them away. They were threatening to fall. I closed my eyes, I refuse to lose this fight. I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice died in my throat. I started to speak, and my voice caught.
"Damon, I-I…" my voice broke. Crap. I can't cry. This is too much. I don't want them to see… Stefan stood up. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. He walked toward the living room.
"I'll give you guys a minute." He said. I watched him go. Jeremy had moved one of the armchairs, and Caroline had moved to the couch. Stefan sat next to Caroline. They changed the movie and were watching Saw.
The doctor just got kidnapped, in the movie. Caroline jumped and buried her head in Stefan's neck. She covered her eyes with her hand, and clutched Stefan's arm with the other. She loves scary movies, but they freak her out… she never gets nightmares.
Damon pulled me onto his chest. I tilted my head back so I could look at him. I raised my eyebrows.
'Can you flip me around?' I tried to send him my request.
'Around, which way?' He asked mischievously.
'I want to face you.' I sent back. He moved me, so I was straddling his lap. I buried my face into his chest.
"Let it out, Bonnie. It's okay to let it out." He said. I shook my head. I can't. I don't want to fall apart. My chin trembled. 'I'll be here to catch your pieces, and put you back together.' He sent to me. The tears started falling. I've never let anyone see me like this before. 'I see you. You're so beautiful.' He soothed.
The tears were streaming down my cheeks, soaking his shirt. I couldn't stop them. I hiccupped. He rubbed my back while I sobbed silently against him. I cried for my mother. I cried because of Merrick and his son. I cried over the attack that I couldn't stop, and would of died from, if it weren't for Damon. I cried for my pain, and all of the things I couldn't stop. I let it all go. My arm wrapped around him, hugging him closer. I cried for what seemed like hours. The tears started to slow. He never let me go. The tears are finally gone. I moved away from his chest.
I took a shaky breath. I feel completely drained. My eyes are sore, and I ache all over. Despite all of this, I feel better. The walls were starting to close in on me before. Now, I can see clearly, and I don't feel like I'm suffocating. Damon reached out, and lifted my chin. I looked down. I can't imagine what I look like. Or worse, what he must think of me. I'm not strong enough to handle everything. It always builds up. I can never stop it.
"Stop that." He said sternly. I looked up at him in surprise. "You don't have to hide yourself from me. A few tears are not going to change the way I feel about you. And, you look breathtaking." He explained. I blinked. I shook my head, but cracked a small smile.
"Sometimes you're too much." I told him. He captured my lips with his, and covered them with a trail of soft, small kisses. I kissed him back, and settled my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, but careful enough to avoid hurting my ribs. I just sat there, letting him hold me. I heard footsteps behind us, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Damon turned his head, and looked at whoever had entered.
"Are you two ready to talk?" Stefan asked softly. "Or do you need more time?" He asked in the same soft tone.
"Bonnie?" Damon asked uncertainly. I nodded.
"We can talk." I said. My voice was raspy. I hugged Damon once more, and removed my arm from his back. He kissed my forehead, and turned me to face Stefan. "Can you put me on the chair?" I asked. I can't talk to them both this way. Damon obliged, he understands. Stefan sat down on the other side of the table. Damon turned around, so he too was facing Stefan. Damon cleared his throat.
"So… let's talk." Damon suggested, mocking Stefan in the process. The corners of Stefan's mouth turned up, but only slightly.
"So, Grams said that she hasn't found out anything that can help us with Merrick yet, but she is going to keep looking and some of her witch friends are helping out." I said, breaking the ice.
"That's not exactly true, is it?" Damon argued. I looked at him.
"Yes, it is." I argued back.
"The elixir will help you. Which in turn, will help with Merrick, because you won't be as defenseless." He told me.
"Damon, I don't want to go there right now, okay?" I pleaded. He looked at me with sad eyes.
"I know, but we need to. Taking the elixir, isn't an option. You need to take it, so you are stronger." He said gently.
"The rest, I don't…" I started. Stefan cut me off.
"The rest doesn't matter. Mixing it with blood isn't an issue. You have two vampires ready and willing. As for whatever goes beyond that," Stefan stopped. He looked at me. Damon nodded. "That's up to you." He finished for his brother. "Kissing might suffice, I can talk to your Grams." He suggested. I shook my head. Stefan chuckled.
"Somehow, I don't think it will." I told him. Damon and Stefan stared a knowing glance, they know that I'm right. They were hiding it for my sake. "It's fine Damon, we can try it. But, give me time." I said. He nodded.
"ARE YOU GUYS COMING?!" Jeremy yelled from the living room. I smiled. Stefan gave me a hug, and returned to his seat next to Caroline. Damon got up, and helped me walk to the living room. We sat on the floor, with our backs to the couch.
Mmm. Someone is calling my name.
"Go away." I muttered. Someone chuckled. I glared at them with my mind. I'm not ready to open my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. I didn't think that I would able to. And, I didn't have any nightmares. Damon…
"Bonnie." The voice is more insistent now. It's Jeremy. I opened my eyes, and squinted at him. The living room is bright, and Damon isn't here. I blinked away my grogginess. I gave him a small nod.
"Hey," I greeted him.
"Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty." He replied.
"What time is it?" I asked him.
"A little after 1," he replied. That's not so bad. We finished the first Saw movie, and made it through the 2nd one, and started the 3rd one. That is the last thing I remember. "Ellie's making everyone breakfast in the kitchen." He told me. I nodded. Breakfast sounds good.
Damon took me back to his house after breakfast. Carlisle called, I have an appointment with him tomorrow. Grams wants to get his opinion about the elixir. Jeremy didn't seem bent out of shape when we left. He and Damon are good terms.
Someone was knocking on the door. Damon left to go hunt, but Stefan was showering. I got up out of my seat, and used a cane that Damon gave to me earlier to help me walk to the front door. I was sitting in the library, enjoying the silence.
"Coming," I called out.
"Bonnie? It's important." Someone said. It was Matt's voice. Oh no, I wonder what he wants. I finally made it over to the door. I propped my cane next to the door-frame, and pulled the door open. Matt looked anxious, and a little bit terrified. "What took you so long?" He demanded. I looked at him, and pointed to the crane, and then to my leg. His face dropped.
"Right. I forgot. I'm so sorry." He apologized.
"It's fine. What's going on Matt? Are you alright?"I asked. He shook his head, and raked his fingers through his hair. He came inside, and walked towards the living room.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"Of course," I assured him.
"Somewhere, that's not out in the open?" He asked. I shook my head.
"In here," I suggested. I grabbed my cane. I started walking toward the library. He trailed behind me with a forced patience. He opened the door for me, and shut it once we were both inside. I sat down in the armchair, the same one that I had been sitting in earlier.
"Elena talked to me the day before last." He confessed. I nodded.
"Okay…" I said.
"And?" I pried.
"She told me that things weren't working out with Stefan. She told me that she needed something normal. I wasn't sure what she meant by that. She just said that it was complicated. She asked me if I believed in second chances." He explained. I nodded.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"I said that I did. She asked me if I would be willing to give us another shot. I tore me up inside. It's what I've wanted for so long. But, I was with Caroline…" He explained further. I cut him off.
"WAIT! Was?!" I asked to clarify. He looked terrible.
"I broke it off this morning." He answered. I just stared at him.
"You what!?" I demanded.
"I broke it off. It wasn't right for us to be together, if I'm still feeling this way about Elena." He admitted. I hate to say that he's right, but he is.
"Did you break it to her gently?" I asked, worried.
"Yes. She wasn't surprised, which made me feel even worse. Knowing that she knew that this was coming." He said.
"What did you expect Matt? You've been acting strangely ever since you spoke with Elena. You wouldn't give Caroline any straight answers." I scolded.
"I know. And I deserve it. She wasn't upset. She seemed sad, but about something else, it was like she was worried that she would lose my friendship. I told her that that would never happen." He explained. I nodded. He continued. "I still love Elena. I don't know what happened between her and Stefan, but I'm not sure that it would make any difference." He concluded. "We're together now, I was with her, after I told Caroline." He finished. I nodded.
"I see." I told him. What else can I say?
"You do what you got to do, Matt." I said. He nodded.
"Don't hate me, Bonnie." He said.
"Never, just don't do this again, especially to my best friend." I said. He nodded. He stood up, and hugged me. He left the library, and the Salvatore Boarding House. As soon as he shut the front door, Stefan was at my side. "You heard everything?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded.
"I can't say that I'm surprised." He answered.
"I'm going to go check on Caroline." He announced. Hmm, they did seem kind of cozy last night. Stefan and Caroline? I can see them together. They… fit. He smiled at me. Does that mean that he agrees with me? Stupid mind reading, I can never tell, sometimes."Damon is on his way back. He said that Carlisle called your Grams, and he thinks it would be better if you met today, and tomorrow." He told me.
"Why?" I asked. He shrugged, then stopped, as if something finally dawned on him.
"It might be for a 'before' and 'after.'" He suggested. My face dropped, he's right. I nodded.
"Carlisle might be right. Maybe we should do this tonight." I said thoughtfully. The front door opened and Damon came in, followed by Grams, Carlisle, and Emmett. "Stefan, is there…?" I tried to ask. Damon led everyone into the library. Stefan smirked at me, and left. He didn't look angry, or hurt even. What is going on in that twisted little brain of his? Damon looked at me questioningly. I shrugged and shook my head. I squealed. Someone picked me up from behind, tossed me into the air, and caught me, so I was facing whoever threw me. "Emmett!" I yelled excitedly. I wrapped my arm around his neck, and hugged him the best that I could. He smiled at me.
"I knew it, you missed me." He said smirking. I rolled my eyes.
"Shaah, of course." I said in response. He laughed, and put me down.
"No injuring the already injured." Carlisle scolded. We all laughed. I sat down in my armchair, yet again.
"Grace," Carlisle said, addressing my Grams. Grace is her middle name; I don't actually know her first name. She has never told me, nor has anyone else. I know she has her reasons. Everyone who doesn't call her Grams calls her Grace. "I think the elixir will work. From everything that you have told me, and what you have showed me, I think that it's our best option." He finished. So, I guess he does know everything already. Carlisle looked me. 'I know that this frightens you, Bonnie. But, I fear that it is necessary.' Carlisle sent me his thoughts. I looked at him. I nodded.
'I know.' I said. He nodded. He looked at Grams, and they shared a knowing glance. Carlisle got up, and put his hand on Emmett's shoulder. He looked down at me.
"Come by my office and see me tomorrow." Carlisle told me. I nodded. We all know why, but no one is willing to say it. Emmett got up, and stood next to Carlisle. He nodded. He bent down and hugged me. He kissed the top of head.
"Don't worry, it will all work out." Emmett whispered, gently. They left. Grams stayed in her seat next to Damon. He pulled something from her pocket. It was a glass vile full of a champagne colored liquid. It has golden flakes floating around inside.
"This is the elixir." She said. I nodded, she handed it to Damon. He set it on one of the tables by the bookshelf behind him. She took my hand, and held it for a second. She got up and turned to leave, but turned back around to face us, instead. She seems hesitant to say anything further. I raised my eyebrows at her. "Take the elixir, and then take the vampire blood. The more passion that you are feeling, the more effective it will be." She warned. I nodded. "There are no records that call for person who is taking the elixir to have actual intercourse. I have more vials of the elixir. We might need them. I don't think that taking it once will heal you completely. You may have to repeat this process three or four times." She admitted. I nodded. She got up, and started to leave. "I love you Bon-Bon. Please, be careful." She pleaded. I nodded.
"I love you, Grams. I will be, you too." I responded. She gave me a sad smile. She hugged me, gave my arm a quick squeeze, pecked me on the cheek, and turned to face Damon. She started to bend down, but he stood up. He hugged her. There was no hesitation in his hug. Her face brightened.
"I've always wanted a Grandson." She whispered. He smiled.
"I've wanted a Grandmother for a very long time." He said."But, I'm afraid I'm still quite a bit older than you." He joked. She laughed. She kissed his cheek, and he let go. She left, giving us one last look. As soon as the front door closed, Damon got up, and helped me stand up. He looked at me with longing eyes. Something about them stirred something inside of me, a hunger. "Here?" He asked. I didn't answer. "Or, your house?" He asked. Mmm, I'm not sure. I don't have anything to change into, I don't want to…. He smirked. "I have a present for you." He whispered.
He took my arm sling off, and slid off my knee brace. He picked me up, and carried me to his room. He laid me on the bed, and went into his closet. He came out holding something. It was a box that looked like it had been wrapped professionally. I started giggling. My boyfriend just came out of the closet. I laughed uncontrollably now. He glared at me.
"I think I'm about to prove that I have no interest in men that way." He said in a low, dangerous voice. It made my stomach tingle. He smiled; he heard what I had thought. "This voice?" He asked, whispering in my ear. I nodded. He helped me sit up, and put the box on my lap. "Open it."He said.
I did, I lifted the top of the box, and set it down next to me on the bed. I lifted up the tissue paper, and gasped. All I could see was, burgundy silk. I lifted up the material. It was a nightgown. Well, a type of nightgown. It's thin and delicate. It has thin spaghetti straps. Black lace covers the chest area. The cut is low, but not too revealing. It's long in length, it should fall to my ankles, or a bit further. There is a little black button in the center of my chest. The buttons trail down to about mid-stomach. They are about an inch apart. There is a slit that starts at the bottom, in the middle of gown. The cut traveled up to the buttons, mid-stomach.
I put a hand to my mouth. It's beautiful. He smiled at my reaction. He handed me a small bag.
"There's more." He said. I looked at him questioningly. He took the box from my lap, and set it next to me, and replaced it with the gift bag. I pulled the tissue paper from the bag, and put it on the bed, beside me. I reached my hand inside, and found two undergarments. A bra and matching panties. They match the nightgown. It's a push up bra, and they are both lace, with some silk. He knows what I like. I smiled. Something about this, it is so different. More intimate than anything that's happened between us before… more innocent. This was a first. So many of our firsts have been taken away, because of the attack. We had an unusual start. He took the gown out of the box, and took the bag, and the tissue paper and set them off to the side, on the floor.
"Let me help you." He said, motioning to the gifts. I smiled shyly. I shook my head. "No?" He said in surprise.
"I need to do this, myself." I said. He got up to leave, but I pulled him back.
"Make up your mind, woman." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm going to need some help." I explained. He held his hand to his heart, and pretended to be offended. "You need to turn around, I'll let you know when I need your help." I told him. He bent down, and slid off my slippers. He turned around, and faced his bedroom door. I slid off of the bed, and put my hand on the bed side table for support. Once I was steady, I used my hand to raise my shirt. I pushed it over my chest, and used my other hand to hold my shirt, while I slid my arm through.
Ahh. I winced, and used my free arm to pull my other arm out of my shirt, and slide it over my head. I reached behind me, and managed to unclasp my bra after a few tries. I dropped it to the floor, and grabbed my the new bra. I slid it up my arm, and then the other. I couldn't help the wincing. It still hurts to move this arm. I hope this elixir helps, if anything happens, now, I wouldn't be an asset, I would be a weakness. I tried to fasten my clasp one handed, I failed miserably. I had both straps on my shoulders, and held it to my chest. I turned to face the bed.
"Damon." I called out. I heard him turn around. I felt his hands on my back. They slid up to my shoulder blades, I shivered. They slid down to my clasp. He fastened it, and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Not yet." I said. He let out an over exaggerated sigh.
"Alright, I'll turn around." He said reluctantly. I slid my shorts down to my ankles, and kicked them off. I'm just glad that I was wearing basketball shorts today. I slid my panties down, and kicked them off, too. They landed next to my shorts. I turned to face the bed, and grabbed the panties, and stepped into them. I slid them up. I grabbed the nightgown, and pulled my head through the gown. I slid my arm through the arm hole, and slowly used my other arm to worm my injured arm through the other arm hole. I smoothed the rest of the gown down. It fell just below the ends of my feet. It fits perfectly.
"Damon." I whispered. I turned to face him. He turned around to face me. His eyes wandered my body. He walked toward me, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You look good enough to eat." He said. I scoffed. "I'm joking. You look too good to eat. You are stunning." He assured. I looked up at him.
"You're a bit overdressed." I told him. He smirked. He sat me down on the bed.
"Stay there, I'll give you a show." He said. He walked over to the door, and turned off his light switch, leaving only the two lamps on opposite sides of the room on. It dimmed the room a lot, but not in a bad way. He walked back over to me, and stopped a few feet in front of me. He started unbuttoning his shirt. He stopped. I opened my mouth to protest, and he smiled. He started to unbutton it again, but did so much slower. It is killing me.
He is doing this on purpose. He took special care with each button, making sure that I was watching his every movement. He shrugged it off his shoulders, and slid it off, and let it drop to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks. He undid his belt slowly. I glared at him. He smiled. He pulled it through the belt loops on his pants, and threw it to the floor. I looked him over, more than once. I roamed his body with my eyes. I could get cavities from this eye candy. Mmm.
He looks so much better with his shirt off. I stood up, steadied myself, and walked over to him. He left his pants on, on purpose. I touched my hand to his chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and picked me up. He had a hand supporting my back, and another cupping my butt. We never broke eye contact. He took me to his bed, he laid me down, and took his place on top of me. We changed positions. He was using his arms to hold himself up, and one to caress my body with. He got up, and got something from his dresser, and set it on the bed side table. It was the elixir that Grams gave him. He laid on top of me, and I attacked his lips. He pulled away, I glared at him.
"Tease." I taunted. He kissed my neck, and nibbled at my ear.
"I want to do this right." He said. He moved his hand to my cheek, and kissed me softly. It grew steadily, into something more demanding. It wasn't just about the elixir. This was about something else, too. His teeth teased my lips. I parted them to give him access. His tongue slid inside my mouth, and demanded dominance gently. I gave into him.
His hands roamed my body. A hand slid under me, and lifted me to him. His hand traveled up my thigh, bringing the gown with it. His hand slid under my gown, and up to my stomach. I moaned. His hand past over my lower stomach, and paused over my bellybutton. He played with my belly ring. I didn't know something this simple could feel this good. Maybe it's just his touch. He moved away from my mouth, and nuzzled my neck. He licked my neck, and blew on the wet spot. It sent shivers down my spine. He moved his hand from underneath my nightgown, and brought it back to my waist.
I clutched his back with my hand. I wish I could cling to him with both arms, and wrap my legs around his waist. My ribs aren't helping either. Everything has to be gentler. He has to be cautious. Despite this, I don't think it could be better than this. My hand slid lower, moving past his lower back, and grazing his butt. He gasped. I smiled. I nipped his lip, playfully. I gave his butt a squeeze, and he moaned darkly in my ear.
He pushed himself up, and looked at me. I caught his mouth with mine. He smiled against my lips. He pulled away. He unbuttoned the top button of my nightgown, and kept going. He unbuttoned all of them, and let the gown fall open. He moved his hands to my shoulders, and slipped the straps down my arms. He pulled me to him, and moved the nightgown to the floor. He's seen me in only my undergarments before, but this was different. He took my face in both of his hands, and kissed me. I snaked my arm around his neck, and deepened the kiss. He lowered himself further, on top of me. He was directly on top of me. Our skin is touching. I moved my legs apart, he moved in the middle of my legs, finding a comfortable position in between.
My hand found the waist of his pants. I played with the back of his waistband, until I set my hand comfortably on his backside. His hand found my bra clasp, he toyed with it. Just as he was about to unclasp it, I stopped him.
"Damon, it's time." I gasped. He kept kissing me. He nodded, and pulled away. He kissed me again, as he reached to his bedside table, and grabbed the vile. He popped open the cork, and held it in front of me. "Do you need blood first?" I asked. He shook his head.
"No, I hunted earlier, I have some blood left. I'll take it later." He explained. I nodded. He brought it to my lips, and I swallowed the elixir. It didn't taste bad. It didn't really taste like anything else. I can't describe it. It reminds me of nature. It feels… healing. There was a flash of silver, and crimson stained his neck. In a flash, he put the dagger into his drawer on the bedside table. He brought my head to his neck. "Drink." He commanded. I didn't. "Bonnie, I'll tell you when to stop." He assured. I nodded. I opened my mouth, and let his blood seep into my mouth. I swallowed. He moaned, and clutched my head to him. I kept sucking. I tried to pull my head back, but he held me there in place. "Bonnie." He moaned and gasped. My hand was clutching his back. I could feel my fingers digging into his back. "Stop." He gasped.
I did. I closed my mouth. His hand didn't move from my head, but he loosened his hold, and let my move back. I moved forward, and licked his neck clean. I licked my lips. Grams didn't say how long it would take for the elixir and the blood to work. I gasped. My body was tingling. Damon looked concerned, he laid my back onto the bed. His neck was healed. I winced, my ribs hurt worse. Everything was hurting worse.
"AHH!" I screamed. My ribs popped back into place, and righted themselves. I cringed. He held onto me, and held me to his chest. I buried my face in his neck, trying to muffle the sounds coming from my neck. I heard a loud snap. I heard it, before I felt it. My knee snapped back into place. I screamed again. I clutched him harder. I think the fact that he gave me more blood than last time was a definite factor of the progress of the elixir. My shoulder moved backward, and fixed itself. I let out a strangled cry. I laid panting in his arms. My breathing slowed, as did my heart rate. I don't hurt anymore. I feel… fixed. I pulled away from him. I smiled. "It worked." I breathed. He smiled.
"Let's see." He said. I wrapped my other arm around his neck. It doesn't hurt at all. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled. I moved closer to him.
"This is so much better." I said.
"I'm definitely liking this." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"It's nice… being about the touch you." I said. He knows what I mean. I like being able to touch him, to wrap both of my arms around him, not just one. I want to be with him, because I want to, not because I can't take care of myself.
"I know." He whispered. I know that he heard everything that I was thinking. I smiled. He kissed me. it wasn't like all of the other kisses. It was sweet, yet very demanding. I felt him harden through his jeans. It hit in just the right spot; I gasped. He let his hands roam my body. His hands found my panties. He didn't dip his hands inside, instead, he moved his fingers on the outside. I moaned.
"Damon," I gasped.
"I know." He said in between kisses. He kept making friction with his hand.
"Stop," I moaned. He did. I wrapped my legs around him, tighter than before. He grew harder. I kissed him. He moved against me, I moaned, and called out his name. He gasped. He moved faster. My lower stomach was tingling. I knew what was coming, but I don't want to stop. My panties were becoming steadily wet.
"Bonnie." He panted. One of his hands clutched my waist, another clutched my back. He rubbed his forehead against my cheek. I moaned. I let out a muffled scream. I buried my face in his neck, as I felt another scream coming. He came moments after me. He moved to lay beside me. His pants were wet.
I've never done anything even remotely close to that before. It was… wow. I'm sure that the real thing is better, but that was… unbelievable. He pulled me next to him, and I laid my head on his chest. He was breathing heavily. I know that he doesn't need to, but it's habit.
"Are you alright?" He whispered. I nodded.
"That was fantastic, Damon." I assured him. He kissed my mouth.
"I need to change." He said with a smirk. I nodded. He got up, and went to his closet. He returned with a clean pair of pajama pants. He was carrying something else in his hand.
"Here," he said, tossing me a new pair of panties. I smiled.
"Thanks." I said. I got up, and changed them. I laid back down. He took off his black jeans. He made sure I was watching, and he took them off slowly. He smiled at me; I blushed. He brought the nightgown with him, when he came back to the bed.
"Can I dress you?" He asked. I nodded. He smirked, and carefully put the nightgown on me. I love that he is still gentle with me, even though I am healed. Once the nightgown was on, he slipped under his blanket, and I laid on his chest. "Tomorrow we have to see Carlisle." He said. I nodded.
"And Grams," I added.
"Hopefully Carlisle has a reason to explain my miraculous healing." I told him. He nodded.
"I'm sure he does. Your Grams said something about talking to him about that."He said. I hope so. I haven't felt this good, in a long time. I'm not sure if I ever have before.
"I love you, Bonnie Bennett." Damon whispered.
"I love you, Damon Salvatore." I told him. He smiled.
"You better," he teased, smirking. I rolled my eyes, and then closed them. Tonight, I'm not afraid to go to sleep. Tonight, I'm not going to think about everything else. For tonight, and tonight only, I'm going to forget about yesterday, tomorrow, and all of my problems.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I hope you like it! && again, SORRY it took me SO long! Thanks for reading! Let me know if you like where I am going with this.
-Anneryn.
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