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Music Credit: "You Belong with Me" – Taylor Swift, "Beautiful Day" – U2, "Dancing with Tears in My Eyes" - Ke$ha , "Kryptonite" - 3 Doors Down
Chapter 11:
Light slid past my eye lids. I opened my eyes grudgingly. Agh. Morning came too early.
"Morning Bonnie." I heard Damon say. I turned to face him, blinking, trying to help my eyes adjust. I moved my legs while turning, and cringed. It still hurts. He brushed my hair from my face. "I think I can do something that will help ease the pain." He said in a low whisper. I raised my eyebrows.
"Oh?" I asked inquiringly. He nodded, and turned me flat on my back. He brought his finger to his mouth, and then slid the same hand underneath the covers. His hand found what he was looking for. He slid his finger inside me, and moved it gently. I gasped. I wasn't expecting that. He brought a hand to my face. He looked in my eyes. I noticed that I wasn't sore at all, now.
"It's the vampire blood." He explained. I nodded against his hand. He took his finger out. I let out a breath of relief. We are supposed to be meeting with Grams later. Last night… it took a lot out of me. But, it was amazing. "Amazing?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled. He brought his lips to mine. He lay on top of me, underneath the blanket. I shivered. His body feels so good next to mine, skin on skin. I pulled away. He gazed at me. I blushed. He slipped out of the blanket, and picked me up, with the blanket, and carried me to the bathroom. He turned on the water, and we shared a shower together.
I'm sitting downstairs, in my kitchen. Damon is making me breakfast. Caroline stayed home, with me. Stefan is over here, helping Damon cook. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh at the thought of the Salvatore brothers cooking.
"Bonnie?" Caroline asked softly. I turned to her, and smiled. This feels so normal. I love it.
"Yeah," I replied.
"You look… different." She concluded. I nodded slowly. Can she tell?
"Different, how?" I asked choosing my words carefully. She thought about it for a moment, and supplied an answer.
"You just seem… different. You're glowing." Caroline said finally.
"I'm not." I argued. Someone cleared his throat. I turned around in my seat. It was Stefan. He is trying not to smile.
"You kind of are, Bonnie." He agreed with Caroline. I blushed. I didn't realize that I was. I was just… thinking about last night. Damon is smirking. He met my eyes, and gave me an actual smile. I can feel it all the way to my core. I smiled back, shyly.
'Something about you is different.' Stefan sent to my mind. I smiled.
'Something is,' I told him. He raised his eyebrows at me. I shook my head.
'How?' He sent back. I shook my head again.
'Can't tell you.' I said, fighting back a smile.
'What did you…?' He sent me. A look dawned on his face. His mouth formed a silent 'O.' "Oh." He said out loud. "You and Damon…" He started, but Damon cut him off, by hitting him in his arm. He gave me a small smirk, and shook his head. He bit his lip, but continued to help Damon cook. Caroline looked at me for a second and her face lit up. She opened her mouth.
"Upstairs, now!" She commanded. I looked at her for a second. Her entire face is stretched into a grin. She stood up and yanked me to my feet. She led me upstairs. I sent a helpless glance back at Damon. They are both laughing openly now. I let her lead me upstairs, into my room. She sat me on my bed, and closed the door. She plopped down on the bed, and looked at me expectantly. "I need details." She told me.
"Details about what?" I asked innocently. She rolled her eyes.
"You and Damon had sex, didn't you?" She asked in a rushed voice. She is doing a very poor job at concealing her excitement. I didn't say anything. "It was your first time." She added quietly, like she had magically forgotten that I had been a virgin. Would it be weird talking to Caroline about this? I mean, since she and Damon… Okay, I really don't want to think about that.
"It was my first time." I whispered. She smiled. "We made love." I told her softly. She put her hand on my arm. I found myself smiling. "It was… amazing, Caroline." I gushed. She smiled.
"I'm glad. If he hurt you, I was going to have lay down the smack down on his ass." She said. I started laughing. She looked thoughtful, but joined in with the laughter. "Well, maybe I'll ask Stefan to beat him up, because I really couldn't. But, you know what I mean. No one is allowed to hurt my bestie." She said sincerely.
"It didn't hurt. Well, it did at first, but he tried not to hurt me. It was… just… incredible." I told her. Nothing could really describe it.
"It's good that it happened with Damon, with someone that you love, and who loves you." She added. I nodded."It's always peaches and raindrops. But when it's with someone you don't…" She started. "It's just…. different. It's not… you know?" She finished. I nodded. She stood up, and led me downstairs.
Stefan's POV
"You know that Caroline is asking Bonnie about what happened between you two last night, right?" I asked Damon. He smiled. He is making waffles. Who knew he liked to cook? It's been so long, that I forgot.
"I know." He told me, smirking.
"So, you might as well tell me." I told him jokingly. He shook his head.
"Nope, sorry. Question time is from 9 to 5, yesterday." He replied. I chuckled.
"You didn't… pressure her to…. Did you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. I know that I shouldn't ask, but I have to know. He glared at me.
"Of course I didn't. I know I'm not citizen of the year, but I'd never force myself onto someone like that. How can you call yourself my brother and ask me that?" Damon growled. I didn't mean to offend him; I was just trying to make sure Bonnie is alright. He's right though, I shouldn't have asked.
"I'm sorry. It's just… with everything going on… I wanted to make sure, that you didn't rush her into anything that she wasn't ready for. She's had a lot to deal with." I corrected myself cautiously.
Damon's POV
I can feel my blood boiling. How dare he think I would force Bonnie into something! She isn't something I like to play with.
"I didn't rush her into a fucking thing." I snarled. Stefan nodded, looking like he regrets ever saying anything. He touched a hand to my arm.
"You know that I didn't mean it that way." He apologized sincerely.
"I know and I would never. I thought that you of all people would know the way that I feel about her." I told him quietly. He nodded. "It was her idea. …And it was… I'm not telling you anything about it, but I wouldn't change anything that happened, for anything." I told him. He beamed at me.
"I'm happy for you." He told me. His eyes show me that he means every word of it. I gave him a small smile.
"For the longest time, I thought that I loved Katherine, that I loved everything about her. And, I think that I did. But I never felt this way about her. Everything with Bonnie is different. When I was with Katherine, we had sex. We had a lot of sex. But, after being with Bonnie last night, I think that was the first time that I have ever made love with anyone. I don't know what I would do without her." I told him. She's my missing piece. I shrugged, and went back to making waffles.
Stefan's POV
Sometimes I feel like I don't know Damon anymore. The effect that Bonnie has on him… he has become a better person because of her. After Katherine died, something happened. He turned… cold. Not that I blame him. She played us both. He told me that she never used compulsion on him. I'll never understand her, or why she did, what she did. Before Katherine, we were brothers. He was my best friend. I liked having an older brother. It felt safe. But over the years, a lot of things changed.
I can see who he used to be, when he's with Bonnie. Even when he isn't, the change is becoming more and more prominent. He is even opening up to me. The fact that he trusts me with the things that he's shared… it feels like it used to. I smiled in Damon's direction. I turned at the sound of Bonnie and Caroline coming down the stairs.
Caroline's POV
I'm so happy for Bonnie. She deserves to have someone good in her life. If someone would have told me two months ago, and Damon and Bonnie would be happily dating, I would have laughed in his or her face. But, she isn't sad anymore. At least, not like she used to be. I know that she thought that she had gotten over her mother's death, but it stayed with her. I could tell that she was never the same after that.
Damon was a different person when he was with me. He was seductive, cold, and manipulative. I'm glad that he is changing for the better. I reached the last step. I looked down and realized that I'm still holding Bonnie's hand. We looked over to the kitchen. Stefan and Damon are still finishing up breakfast. It looks nearly finished.
And then there is Stefan. His eyes caught mine. I can hear my heart racing. Bonnie is pulling me into the kitchen. I took a deep breath, suddenly remembering to breathe. I'm not sure what Stefan and I are exactly, but I wouldn't change it. What I have with Matt was nice. But it wasn't real. He still had feelings for Elena; it didn't leave a lot of room for anything or anyone else. Stefan smiled. I felt part of me melt. I think I'm falling for him.
I smiled back at him. I'm not going to rush anything. I don't want to be his rebound. And, we haven't even officially been out on a date or anything. It's just hanging out and spending time with each other. All I know is that I feel better when I'm around him. And I never worry about saying the wrong thing. He makes me proud to be myself.
Bonnie's POV
I led Caroline over to the guys, but they wouldn't let us anywhere near them.
"But…" I protested. Damon just shook his head. He put down the spatula he had been using to flip the bacon, and picked me up, and sat me down, in a chair at the table. I frowned at him. Caroline scoffed, and I looked over. Stefan was doing the same thing to her that Damon had just done to me. Stefan sat her down, and kissed her cheek, before returning to the cooking food. My mouth dropped open a bit. I just stared at Caroline. Damon watched me, amused. "He just…" I started to say, but Damon's lips cut me off.
I kissed him back surprised. He pulled away, then decided against it, and brought his lips to mine once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and tangled my fingers through his hair. He chuckled against my mouth. I unwrapped myself, and let him go. I gave his mouth a quick kiss, and he went back to help Stefan.
They started putting the food on plates. They made too much for me and Caroline to eat. I guess they are eating with us. I smirked.
After breakfast Stefan and Damon cleaned up. Caroline and I tried to get the dishes, but they kicked us out of the kitchen, and wouldn't let us back in. Part of me feels better knowing that Caroline knows everything that is going. But, part of me regrets it. I don't want her to have to bear this burden. She goes through enough. Grams got here a minute ago. She's talking to Caroline on the patio. She's always liked Caroline. It works, Caroline needs a grandmother, and sometimes I think that Grams could use a normal granddaughter.
I think that Grams knows. She's always had a way with knowing. I'm glad that Carlisle was there for her yesterday. He helped her in a way that I never could. The way he looks at her… I'm not entirely sure what's going with them. I wonder what Elena wanted yesterday. What would she want to speak to Stefan about? Knowing Elena, it could be anything. If she changed her mind about him and Matt, I swear…
"Bon-Bon, is it alright if we join you?" I looked up at Grams after she finished speaking.
"What? Yeah, of course." I told her. I smiled. She and Caroline looked at me.
"Thanks for the talk Grams. I needed it." Caroline told her. Caroline got up, and went into the kitchen. Stefan blocked her way.
"You aren't allowed in here. Cleaning up isn't permitted." He told her seriously. She rolled her eyes.
"I'll help you; Grams wants to speak with Bonnie and Damon." She told Stefan. He mulled it over, and let her pass. She playfully hit his arm, and ran into the kitchen giggling. He chased after her laughing. Damon hugged Grams, and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me, and focused on Grams. She smiled at us.
"Thank you, for taking care of my baby girl." She told him. He nodded, smirking.
"Always, but I'm not sure if 'baby girl' is appropriate." He teased. She smiled.
"She'll always be my baby girl." She told him. He nodded.
"I understand." He agreed. "Are you alright?" He asked. Grams nodded hesitantly. I bit my lip. She's not alright; she's trying to hide it. I hate that she was pulled into the vision, if it can even be called that. I'm pretty sure that it wasn't a vision. I felt him there. His presence was there. I shuddered.
"Grams, I'm sorry." I apologized. She frowned.
"It's not your fault, Bonnie, don't think that." She told me. I nodded. If I were stronger, maybe I could have stopped it, or at least stopped her from seeing it. Now she has live with it.
"I haven't made any progress with what I was going to work on. I'm sorry. I was going to, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. Having Carlisle there helped. He helped calm me down. He told me that I probably shouldn't be delving into foreign magic with my mind elsewhere. And my being livid didn't really help things either. He was right. If I had tried something, the result could have been disastrous." She explained. I nodded.
"I'm glad that he talked you out of it. I don't want you turning someone into a toad." I teased her. She gave us a weak smile, but it didn't last. It faltered and slid from her face. Rarely does her age ever show. It worries me when it does.
"I will let you know when I find what I'm searching for." She assured us. I nodded. She looked over at Damon. He shifted uncomfortably.
"We were careful." He told her. She nodded. She laid a hand on top of his.
"I know, my sweet boy. You would never hurt our Bonnie. Unfortunately, that doesn't change our predicament. If Merrick is one thing, it is relentless. He is biding his time; I'm not sure why." She elaborated. Damon nodded.
My head is killing me. I closed my eyes. The pain receded, but just barely. Electricity shot through my body. I scooted away from Damon. I stood up, and took a few steps away from Damon and Grams. Damon looked at me questioningly and alert. Grams looked shocked; she isn't sure what to think of the situation. My body shook with more bolts. I'm not sure what is causing this, but I'm positive that they are coming from me.
I dropped to my knees. They are painful, but not unbearable. Damon was at my side, about to pick me up, but I put a hand out to stop him. He understood, and refrained from touching me. I clenched my mouth shut, trying not to cry out in pain. Damon bent down to try and help me, once more. I looked up and shook my head, clenching my teeth. Grams got up, and put a hand on his shoulder. She shook her head, agreeing with me.
"She has to go through this. It's time." She told him. He doesn't understand. "She is maturing into her powers." Grams explained. A small sound escaped my lips. I bit down on my bottom lip. Damon looks like he is in agony. I know he wants to take away my pain, but can't. My body started to tremble more violently. I closed my eyes. This will be over soon… I hope.
Damon's POV
I can't stand seeing her like this. I didn't know that this had to happen this way. What was it like for her the first time? It couldn't have been like this. She won't reach full power now, not until she is in her early twenties at the latest. I remember watching Grace grow up. I wasn't there when she matured into her powers. I do remember that she was around 23, when she was at full power. She was almost as powerful as Emily was.
Bonnie seems more powerful than Grace was when she was Bonnie's age. If I remember correctly, the earliest that any women in their bloodline has ever come into her full power was… 23. With the exception of Emily, she was 22. I found that out after she was gone. Lena didn't get her's until she was 25.
"Ah," Bonnie let out a small groan of pain. She is biting down on her lip. She is trying to keep it bottled up. Her face is full of determination and pain. I understand that I can't help her, but I don't have to like it. With Bonnie's element being fire, I literally can't touch her. She could lose control. I wouldn't be much use to her as a pile of ashes. Her eyes opened. She has a ring of fire on the outside of her iris. It is glowing bright. Her eyes are shining with power and strength.
This will improve her chances against Merrick greatly. I wouldn't want to be on her bad side. No one has ever caused him any kind of damage, with the exception of the fire incident. With her new found powers…
Grace's POV
Her transition is more violent than I have ever witnessed. Mine wasn't nearly as bad. I don't have the same element as Bonnie does. My element is air. Traditionally fire is the element of the women in our bloodline. Bonnie's mother, Lena, was fire. Her transition was… different than this. She was in her room, and she started yelling for me. I ran into her room, and she was clutching her eyes. She was afraid to open them. She set fire to an armchair in her room.
I suffocated the fire. And I helped her into a cold shower, she calmed down, and so did her powers. They were more powerful than that. I've heard tales about particularly powerful witches having violent transitions. I was hoping that Bonnie's would go smoothly. The things that girl has to go through. I shook my head. I frowned. I wish I could help her. I've never heard of another element taking place in a transition before. She might have more than one element. If she can control electricity… she'll need it.
Bonnie's POV
I groaned. I gradually stopped shaking. It's over. I stood up with my shaky legs. A painful blast of electricity shot through me. I opened my mouth and screamed. I fell to the ground, shaking. My hands feel hot, as do my eyes. I squeezed them shut.
"D-Damon… g-get out; t-take Stefan with you." I struggled to say. I heard people run to the living room. Grams told them to wait outside the house. I shook. I heard them leave. Once I heard the door close, I let out the scream that I had been holding in.
I shook uncontrollably. The shaking finally slowed, like last time. When the trembling stopped, I laid still. It didn't come back, the electricity is gone. I took a deep breath of relief. I opened my eyes slowly. Grams was kneeling next to me. She was holding her hand above my forehead; she is trying to cool me down. The cool air feels nice. She helped me sit up. I ache all over, but I feel different, changed. I sighed, and stood up. My legs protested; they feel like jello. I sat back down, letting my legs win for now.
Grams stood up, and went to the front door. She gave the okay to come back inside. What triggered my change? Was it last night? Or, was it just time? Grams reentered the room, followed by Damon, Stefan, and Caroline.
'I think it was your time, Bon-Bon. But, I think that last night might have helped move things along, a bit.' She sent her thoughts into my mind. I nodded. It makes sense. Caroline looked over at me worried. I nodded, assuring her that I'm alright. She nodded. Stefan led her to the kitchen. She is clutching his hand; he's not pulling away. Damon picked me up, and sat down on the couch, with me on his lap.
"You'll be noticeably more powerful now, Bonnie." Grams spoke up. I nodded.
"When will this happen again?" I asked her; my voice is raspy. She only nodded. "When?" I prodded.
"In about 4 years, give or take a couple of years. Emily was the youngest of our lineage to transition. She was 22. Apart from her, I was the youngest since. I was 23. Your mother was 25, and so on." She explained. I nodded. I really don't want to go through that again. Honestly, the transition came at an opportune time. My skin itches, it doesn't quite feel right. I think that I am still adjusting.
"Why was there electricity? Was it lightning?" I questioned her. She spoke hesitantly.
"I've never heard of a witch having more than one element. There was a legend that my mother used to tell me when I was a young. She said that if ever a witch should come to have more than one element that, something extraordinary would happen. No one knew what it was, just that it would happen." She finished.
I sighed. So many fucking expectations of me, I can't do this. I'm not the one that everyone has been waiting for. I never asked for any of this. I think that I have to. I have no idea what this means. So, I have two elements? I shook my head. Alright, let's go with that.
"Bonnie, I'm not saying that the legend is true. I don't know. Goddess, there is just so much that I am unsure of. I don't have any definite, they are all ifs, maybes, possibilities, uncertainties, legends, could bes, and theories. It's SO frustrating." She said annoyed.
"Sorry Grams." I told her. I don't know what else to say. There is a lot that we don't know. But almost everything that she is suggesting makes sense. She nodded and stood up.
"I should go see what I can find." She said.
"Be careful." I told her. I gingerly slid off of Damon's lap with his hands supporting me. I hugged her goodbye. "I love you, hugs and junk." I whispered in her ear. She gave me a sad smile.
"Kisses and mushy crap, I love you too, Bonnie Bear." She whispered back. She left. I don't hurt anymore. The aching is a fading into a vivid memory.
Damon took Caroline home. He wanted to talk to Ellie about some things. She was worried about vampires coming back to Mystic Falls. Stefan stayed here with me. I was still in the living room. We decided to watch TV to kill some time. We finally decided on The Breakfast Club. I love this movie.
"Stefan," I said quietly, still watching the movie.
"Yeah, Bonnie?" He replied.
"You should call Elena and see what she wants." I said just as quietly as before. He exhaled sharply.
"I'm not interested in whatever she has to say." He said, matching my tone. I nodded.
"It could be important." I told him. He turned the TV off, and turned to face me.
"Why are you pushing this? I don't see how you can be okay with her." He exclaimed. I looked him in the eye as I started talking.
"I'm not okay with her, and she knows that. I don't condone any of the shit that she pulled. It was low, and she knows it. But whatever she wanted to tell you yesterday was obviously important enough for her to come by the boarding house. I might not be her biggest fan right now, but I don't want something to happen to her. And I'm not saying that it's your responsibility to look after her, BUT she wanted to tell you something, that she didn't feel comfortable sharing with anyone else. So, I am asking you, to call her." I finished exasperated.
Stefan looked taken aback. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He nodded and pulled out his phone. Before he had his phone out of his pocket, he opened his mouth, but appeared to be choosing his next words very carefully.
"What did you say to her? She's been acting weird for the past couple of days, and she mentioned that she talked with you." Stefan asked. I nodded.
"I told her that I wasn't okay with what she did, and that I knew that she was above it. I told her that she knew what she did was wrong, but I wouldn't bring it up anymore." I told him. He nodded, and dialed Elena's number.
"Hello," he said cautiously. "What did you want yesterday?" He asked seriously but quietly. "No, I'm not upset about you and Matt. Is there a point to this?" He continued, on the phone with Elena. "What? Yeah, I'll talk to him… but I don't think I'm the best person for the job. It means a lot that you trust me to try and get through to him, but I think Bonnie might be better suited for it. He seems to listen to what she says. I know what tomorrow is, so does Bonnie." He finished.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Elena and Jeremy's parent's death. They are talking about Jeremy. The summer had been really hard on him. I didn't get to see him much. He was always gone, drunk, or high. He's gotten so much better. I hope he doesn't fall into his old habits. I don't think that he will. I'm not sure how he will react to it. Of course I'll talk to him. He probably doesn't need someone to talk to him. He needs someone to listen. I think that a lot of the time, Jeremy gets forgotten.
"I'll speak with her... of course… yes. I'll let you know. Goodbye Elena." Stefan ended the conversation and the phone call.
"I'll talk to Jeremy tomorrow." I told Stefan, before he could ask. He nodded.
"Thanks." He said. I nodded.
"No problem," I responded. He smiled. He scooted closer to me and pulled me into a hug. He smells nice, different from Damon. I hugged him back.
"I'm sorry for talking to you like that." He apologized. I shrugged.
"It's fine Stefan." I assured him. He pulled away suddenly, and scooted as far over as he could, while staying on the couch. I looked at him in surprise.
"I didn't want you to electrocute me." He teased. I scoffed and threw a 'throw' pillow at his face. He didn't attempt to block it. We both laughed.
'She wears short skirts; I wear tee shirts.
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers,
Dreaming about the day you'll wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.'
I jumped at the sound of music playing. The Breakfast Club is almost over. Where is the sound coming from? Stefan gave me a curious look; I realized why. The music is coming from his phone.
'If you could see that I'm the one who understands you.
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me; you belong with me.'
He slowly reached his hand into his pants pocket. He pulled out his phone cautiously. A look of realization dawned on his face.
"Damon," he concluded. I nodded. That makes sense, that's typical Damon. I was shaking with laughter.
"At least he didn't make it Miley Cyrus." I said through my laughter. Stefan glared at me. I leaned forward, doubled over in laughter, laughing harder than before.
"Not this time." Stefan grumbled. He answered his phone. "What do you want Damon?" He asked. I was still laughing. "Okay, hang on." He told Damon through the phone. He put it on speaker.
"Hello Bonnie," He said to me.
"Hi." I gasped, still laughing.
"You liked your new ringtone then?" Damon asked. Stefan growled. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. "We'll be there soon, you might want to change." Damon revealed. I looked at Stefan puzzled. His face mirrored my own.
"What are you planning?" Stefan asked Damon.
"We are going dancing." Damon said happily. "And I'm bringing Caroline with me, and may I say that she looks… very appetizing." He said. Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Stefan doesn't have any clothes here." I finally spoke up, finally settled down enough to speak.
"Actually, he has a bag of clothes in your closet. We both keep spare clothes there… in case." He said. Really? It makes sense, it's smart. Caroline doesn't have to; we are close enough in size. I looked over at Stefan, and he nodded in agreement with Damon. I nodded.
"See you soon." I told him.
"See you soon, love." Damon whispered.
"Love you." I told him. Stefan hung up the phone and pocketed it.
"What?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Maybe you should change the ringtone before you put it back in your pocket." I suggested. He blushed, and took the phone back out of his pocket.
"Any suggestions?" He asked. Hmm, I thought it over.
"What was it before?" I asked him.
"I don't want it to be the same, as it was." He told me instead. I nodded.
"Okay, then. Well… Give me your phone." I said. He handed it to me, with an odd look on his face. I took it from his hands, and looked for the song that I wanted. That will work. I handed it back to him with a smile.
"What is it?" He asked. I shook my head.
"It's a surprise." I told him. He nodded, and pocketed his phone.
'You thought you'd found a friend, to take you out of this place.
Someone you could lend a hand, in return for grace...'
Stefan smiled. "So much for surprise." I said.
'It's a beautiful day.
Sky falls...
You feel like it's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.'
He chuckled, and pulled his phone out… yet again.
"I like it." He told me. I nodded.
"Good." I responded.
"It's Caroline." He told me. "Hey beautiful," He answered the phone. I smiled. They are so cute together. Great, I sound like a chick flick. I make myself laugh, sometimes. "Um… yeah… sure, I can try. I'm not sure if she'll like it, or not, though." He said uncertainly. "How much do you value my opinion? Even about things like that?" He asked in disbelief. He nodded. "Alright, I'll tell her. So, you are doing her hair, and makeup? Okay, but, call me before you come in. You can go upstairs, and I'll stay out of sight. That way, I won't see you, and Damon won't see Bonnie, until it's time." Stefan clarified. He nodded again. "See you soon." He said hanging up the phone. "Let's go, we have to get you dressed." He said putting his hand on my leg, and standing up.
"We?" I asked. He nodded.
"Caroline said that I have to approve your clothes, and that you have to look 'hot'." He told me, using air quotations as he finished.
"Oh, God," I complained. He picked me up, and carried me upstairs before I could protest further. He smirked. I think that Damon is rubbing off on him. He chuckled. "Quit it." I told him. I miss being the only one who knows what I am thinking.
"Sorry, can't help it." He said, semi-apologetically. I opened my door, and sat me down on my bed. I seem to be spending a lot of time in here lately. He walked over to my closet and started sorting through my things.
I don't have as many party clothes as Caroline does. He came out of the closet. Both of the Salvatore brothers seem to be doing that. He glared at me. He put the clothes that he had gathered next to me, on my bed. One of the dresses, if they can be called that, is dark purple. Another is dark green silk, with accents of black lace. I'm a sucker for the black lace. I got all of these 'dresses' with Caroline. There are some more choices, but none that I like as much as the first two.
"Which one?" I asked Stefan, since he has to approve my outfit.
"Try them on." He replied. I picked up the purple dress.
"Turn around." I told him. He turned around smirking. I took my shirt off, and unbuckled my jeans, and pulled them off. I stepped into the dress, and pulled it up to my chest, letting it fall into place. I can't zip it. "Stefan, can you zip this for me?" I asked. He turned around and nodded. He walked behind me, and I felt it hands on my back. I held my hair up with one of my hands, so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper. He zipped it up slowly, being careful not to hurt me.
I stepped forward, when I felt his hands leave my back. I looked down at the dress. It has black lace on it, like the green dress, but it's different. The neckline is low, but not too low. It shows a bit more cleavage than I'd like, but Caroline said that was because I didn't like to show any. The dress almost reaches mid-thigh. The lace wraps around just below my chest. There is a small beaded oval in the center of the lace, just below my chest. The lace continues to the bottom of the dress. The back of the dress dips low, and laces up, just like Caroline's burgundy dress. I turned around to show Stefan.
"What do you think?" I asked him. He didn't say anything.
"Should I try on the green one?" I asked him. I think his mind is somewhere else. He looks like he is deep in thought about something else entirely. He cleared his throat. "What?" He asked, realizing that I was talking to him.
"Oh," he said, looking at me, and at the dress. He smiled. I turned around in a slow circle to model the dress for him. it's what I have to do for Caroline. I stopped at looked at him. He looked me over.
"I like the purple dress." He said. I nodded.
"Do you think Caroline will like it?" I asked. He nodded, almost afraid to speak.
"I think Damon will, too." He said, trying to avoid an awkward situation.
"Really?" I asked him.
"Definitely," he said. I turned around, letting him face my back.
"Can you unzip me?" I asked him.
"I thought you were going to wear that dress?" He asked in a puzzled voice.
"I am, but it's strapless, so I have to take my bra off." I explained.
"Oh," he said hurriedly. I felt his hands on my back, and he unzipped my dress.
"Thanks," I told him. "Can you turn around?" I asked.
"Of course." He said. I let go of the dress, and it slid down to my waist. I unclasped my bra, and dropped it to the floor. I pulled the dress back up.
"Can you zip…" I started to say, but Stefan was already zipping me up. I turned back around to face him.
"Better?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said blushing. I smiled at him. I walked over to my vanity, in the bathroom. I definitely like the purple.
"Okay, you approved my outfit, now what?" I asked. He shrugged. "What are you wearing?" I asked him. He looked down.
"This," he responded. He's wearing a dark gray, tight fitting, long sleeved shirt. It fits him nicely, it outlines his muscles. Caroline will approve. He is also wearing jeans that also fit him nicely.
"It works." I told him.
"You think?" He asked uncertainly. I nodded.
"Yes, you look…" I started. It might be too awkward to say what I was going to say.
"Yes…" He prodded.
"To quote Caroline, you look 'hot'." I assured him. He smiled.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to tell Damon" He teased. I blushed.
"I'm sure that he will appreciate that." I teased in return.
"Well, I really haven't finished my job yet." He said slowly.
"You haven't?" I asked him in a confused voice. He shook his head.
"You need shoes." He said. I laughed.
"You're right; I do need shoes." I agreed.
"But, I get to pick them out. I'll just where my black Chuck's." I told him.
"And your gloves," he reminded. Caroline is definitely rubbing off on him, too. He chuckled.
"Don't laugh at my thoughts." I teased him. He went into my closet, and brought me my shoes. He also grabbed a pair of short, black socks. I put my gloves on, and then my shoes. I felt myself yawn. Earlier took a lot out of me.
'You thought you'd found a friend, to take you out of this place.
Someone you could lend a hand, in return for grace...'
Stefan's phone started ringing. I guess Caroline and Damon are here, just not inside yet. I missed having Damon here. I know that he hasn't been gone long, but it feels… wrong when he isn't here.
"Hello," Stefan answered his phone.
"Yes Damon, she's dressed." He said with a smile. He looked me over, still smiling. "She's dressed according to Caroline's specifications." He said still smirking. I blushed. "Alright, I'll go into the kitchen. Send Caroline up, but make sure that you stay downstairs." He reminded. I can't wait to see what Caroline is wearing. "Your girl thinks that I'm hot, by the way." He told Damon arrogantly. I rolled my eyes.
"She's a woman; she isn't a girl. And I am far better looking than you, little brother." I heard Damon tell Stefan loudly over the phone. I giggled. Stefan smirked at me.
"I stand corrected. I'm going downstairs now." He told Damon.
In flash he was gone. I heard the front door open, and Caroline running up the stairs. She must have taken her shoes off. Running in heels is painful, especially up the stairs. The door opened, and she stepped inside, and shut the door behind her. She turned to face me, out of breath, but smiling. She glanced over my outfit.
"He has good taste." She concluded. I nodded.
"Yes he does, he's dating you, isn't he?" I agreed. Her grin grew. I looked at her outfit. She is wearing the burgundy dress that I wore to Mystique. She looks gorgeous.
"Now, for your hair, and makeup." She said excitedly. I tried not to groan.
I looked in the mirror. Caroline and I are in my bathroom. We look… good. If there is something that she is good at, it's hair and makeup. I wouldn't be surprised if she became a makeup artist, if she ever had second thoughts about becoming a broadcast journalist. I took deep breath. Tonight is going to be fun. I haven't been dancing, since we had our girls' night out. It was a good night. Caroline took my hand; she led me out of the bathroom. I grabbed my leather jacket, and my purse. She grabbed her jacket and purse. We headed downstairs. I waited by my door.
"Stefan, here comes Caroline!" I announced from my door. She stuck her tongue out at me, but smiled. She descended the stairs. I can hear Stefan's breathing stop from here.
"You look amazing." I heard him tell her. I smiled.
"You look beautiful, Caroline." Damon complimented. I'm glad that they get along now.
"Come on down, Bonnie!" Caroline yelled for me.
I walked down the stairs. Stefan and Caroline are waiting outside, for us. I looked at Damon as I stepped off the last step. We locked eyes; I forgot about the world around me. I forgot about everything, everything, except him. He moved toward me, and slid an arm around my waist. His eyes sparkled. He didn't smile, but continued to look at me, instead.
"You mesmerize me." He whispered in my ear. His voice sends chills down my spine. I leaned my head on his chest. "You're stunning." He said, louder than before.
"Are we going?" Stefan and Caroline asked, as they came back inside.
"You look beautiful, Bonnie." Stefan complimented.
"You don't look bad, yourself." I told him. We all headed towards the door.
We waited in line, outside of Mystique. It's nice, being here together.
"Hey," someone said. We all turned. It's Ellie.
"Hello girls, Damon, Stefan." She said.
"Hey," we murmured in unison.
"I hope you kids have fun." She said seriously. We nodded. "You girls look beautiful." She complimented us. "Can I talk to you for a second, Damon?" She asked. He nodded.
"Of course." He told her. He gave me a quick kiss, and winked at me. He walked over to Ellie.
Caroline and Stefan talked quietly. I was in my own little world. This feels nice, but how long is it going to last? I feel like I'm always scared of something. And that something is Merrick. I don't know how he is going to strike, or when. Someone bumped into me from behind. I was shoved into Stefan and Caroline.
"I'm so sorry, guys. Someone just bumped into me." I apologized. They nodded.
"It's all good." Caroline assured me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." I heard someone say to me, from behind. I turned around. It's some guy that I've never seen before, an arrogant looking blonde. He was smirking at me. Damon turned his head to see what happened. His eyes met mine; I nodded, telling him that I was alright. He turned his attention back to Ellie, but looked tense and alert.
"It's fine." I told him. I started to turn back around, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. I looked up at him.
"I really am sorry." He said, with the same smirk. He relaxed his grip on my arm. I slid my arm from his grip. I nodded.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Just making the best out of an unfortunate situation, can't I ask the name of the pretty girl I ran into?" He asked.
"You can." I told him. His smirk grew. Something about him annoys me. I'm not sure why. He has the arrogant vibe down pat, though. "What's your name?" He asked.
"I'm not telling you." I told him.
"But you just said…" He started sounding very confused.
"I told you that you could ask. I didn't say that I would tell you." I told him. He took a step closer. Stefan and Caroline were talking again. I could feel Stefan tense behind me.
"Don't be like that, baby." He told me as he tried to slip an arm around my waist. I pushed his hand away.
"I'm not your baby and I'm not interested." I told him. He sighed, and looked amused.
"I didn't ask if you were interested, baby. I asked for your name. Nobody turns me down." He said. I scoffed.
"I just did." I told him. I glared at him.
"I'll let that slide… for now. I'll ask you again later, when you you've taken some Midol." He said.
"I'm not changing my mind." I told him.
"You will." He assured me.
"Do you not understand English?" I asked him.
"I understand it perfectly. Do you?" He countered. He's starting to piss me off.
"Actually, I'm bilingual. Luckily for, I'm fluent in bitch; so I understand you, too." I growled. He clenched his jaw.
"I'm a bitch?" He asked. I nodded. "What does that make you?" He asked, daring me to say something else.
"It makes me the person who finally told you." I told him.
"You're lucky that I like my women feisty. Otherwise, things wouldn't be looking so good for you right now." He said, trying to patch up his ego.
"Luckily for me, I don't associate with douche bags, so this conversation is over." I told him, my voice dripping with venom. I turned back around. Stefan was staring the guy down. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me backwards. He slammed me into him. Before Stefan could react, Damon slammed him into a wall.
"Don't touch her again." He growled. His friends moved closer to Damon. Stefan let go of Caroline. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." He told the guy's friends. They back off, and Damon let the man go. He walked away. Ellie looked at him sternly, and shook her head. He and his boys left.
"Later," she told Damon. He nodded, and she left.
We left our stuff at a table close to the bar. Caroline and I are friends with the bartenders; they said that they could keep an eye out on our jackets. Damon is wearing a tight fitting, black, v-neck shirt, and snug fitting, black jeans. I love my eye candy.
Caroline and Stefan were dancing.
"Can I have this dance?" Damon asked me. I smiled.
"Always," I told him. He smiled at me. We made our way to the dance floor. It's dark over by the dance floor. The strobe lights are going. Someone grabbed Damon's arm.
"Hey baby, want to dance?" A pretty, brunette girl asked him. She has blue streaks in her hair; I've seen her around before. "
Yes, with her." He told her, motioning to me. She nodded.
"You sure? We don't have to dance; we can get out of here… and do something else." She suggested. He shook his head. "Shame. What about you?" She asked.
"Me?" I asked to clarify. She nodded.
"You're hot baby girl. I'd have to be blind not to see it. So, how about it? I can show you a good time." She tried to persuade me.
"I'm with him." I told her. She nodded.
"Have fun. You two are a good looking couple." She clarified. "Loyalty is good, hold on to each other." She said before walking away. I smiled. There is something about her. I don't think this is the last time I'll be seeing her. It's just a gut feeling. I think she'll come in handy later. Damon smirked.
"If you would have left me for her, I would have been pissed." He whispered. I chuckled.
"I would never. Let's dance pretty boy." I told him. I turned around. He moved until he was directly behind me. He put his hands on my knees, and let them slide up to my thighs. We started grinding.
'Here we go.
Welcome to my funeral.
Without you, I don't even have a pulse.
All alone...
It's dark and cold, with every move I die.
Here I go
This is my confession, oh.
A lost cause, nobody can save my soul.
I am so delusional, with every move I die.'
"I love you." He whispered in my ear. He moved one of his hands to my lower stomach.
"I love you." I told him back.
'I'm dancing, with tears in my eyes, just fighting to get through the night.
I'm losing it.'
"I don't know what I would do without you. You don't know how important you are." He whispered.
"You don't either." I whispered so low, I'm not sure if he heard me. We danced for what seems like hours. Caroline and Stefan moved closer to us, still dancing. A slower song came on; I turned around to face Damon. I wrapped my arms around his neck; he wrapped his around my waist. He hugged me to him.
'And if I go crazy, then will you still call me Superman?
If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand?
I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might.
Kryptonite...'
I looked over at Stefan and Caroline. They look so at peace with each other. I looked up at Damon. He smiled down at me. I returned his smile. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his chest. We kept moving to the music.
'You call me strong.
You call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep.
You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if not for me, then you'd be dead.
I picked you up, and put you back on solid ground.'
We left Mystique, and went back to my house. I'm not sure what we left, or even what time we got back. It was the break that we needed. I have a feeling that it's coming that it is going to come soon. He's coming. Merrick is coming.
We changed into our pajamas, and we're all on my living room floor. We are on a giant pallet that we made from almost all of the blankets and pillows that I have in my house. We're watching a Lost marathon. No one wanted to change the channel. And no of us had seen it before. Caroline fell asleep already. I yawned; Damon tightened his arms around me. I closed my eyes.
"Go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere." Damon whispered. I nodded. "Sweet dreams, love." He whispered. I smiled against his chest.
"Love you." I whispered back.
"Sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite… Hmm… the only thing that is allowed to bit you is me." He said. I smirked. My eyelids are growing heavy. I closed them, and let myself drift off to sleep. I'm glad we had tonight; I don't know what we'll have to face tomorrow.
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