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-Anneryn
I DO NOT VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS
NOR DO I OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "Best of Me" - Morningwood, "Untouched" - The Veronicas, "Let it Rock" - Kevin Rudolf featuring Lil' Wayne, "Remember the Name" - Fort Minor, "Toxic" - Britney Spears
Chapter 12:
I felt someone shaking me. I sighed, and turned over on my side, trying to avoid them. Whoever it was chuckled, and lifted me up. I laid my head on whoever's chest, but kept my eyes closed.
"It's early, need sleep." I grumbled. I tried to return to my dreamy bliss.
"Bonnie, you need to wake up." Stefan said. I shook my head.
"No, I need to sleep." I argued quietly. I don't know why, but I am so tired. I'm beyond tired, I'm exhausted. I don't think I can trust myself to walk in a straight line. I felt his fingers brush my hair to side of my face. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "I know…" he started. "But, you need to get up. Grace and Carlisle are here. Caroline is threatening to hide all of your clothes, and only leave the 'girly' stuff." He admitted. I tensed. She wouldn't dare… would she? I sighed. I didn't open my eyes; I just snuggled closer to Stefan.
"I didn't know you liked Stefan that much." I heard Damon say behind me.
"He's a good pillow." I muttered. I felt Stefan smile.
"Carlisle picked up some food on his way over. Bonnie, love, you really need to wake up." Damon said. I groaned.
"Couch," I whispered to Stefan. He nodded. I waited for him to put my down. He didn't; instead, he sat down, and kept me on his lap.
"If I let you lay down, you're just going to go back to sleep." He said knowingly. If my eyes were open, I would have rolled them. He leaned his mouth close to my ear. I can feel his breath against my skin. It's warm; I shuddered. "If you don't get up, I'll hold you down, and let Damon tickle you." He whispered.
"I'll set you on fire." I challenged. He laughed, but his grip on me grew tighter. I squirmed against him. I felt Damon's hands on my back. He moved his hands to my sides, and gave me a quick squeeze. I let out a small screech. He continued to tickle me. "Evil…" I gasped.
I hate being tickled. I'm ticklish, and everyone knows it. My laughter is filling up the room; accompanied by curses I am trying to use to insult Damon and Stefan. I began to hiccup. I hiccup if I laugh too much; it's part of the reason that I hate being tickled. Damon finally stopped. I lay across Stefan's lap, panting. I glared at him.
"Traitor," I growled. He smirked, his eyes sparkling.
"I warned you." He pointed out. I continued to glare.
"If you wake up on fire, don't say I didn't warn you." I whispered. He and Damon laughed. I tried to get up, but he held me to him. "I'm getting up. Isn't this what you wanted?" I asked, still annoyed with him.
"I don't want you to be angry with me." He said in a low whisper. I sighed.
"I'm not angry with you… just annoyed." I grumbled. He smiled, and let me go. I stood up, and he hugged me. He went into the kitchen and sat down next to Carlisle and Caroline. Grams is sitting by Carlisle, waiting for us to join them. I started walking, when Damon picked me up from behind. He lifted me up, and changed directions, keeping me dangling from his shoulder. "Put me down." I growled. He chuckled.
"No," he argued. He took me to my room, and sat me down at my desk. He turned the chair that I was sitting in to face him. I looked at him expectantly. "I had to do this before we joined everyone for breakfast… the sounds you making…" He explained. I looked at him puzzled. He dropped down to his knees before me and captured his lips with mine. I smiled against his lips.
"You couldn't have done this downstairs?" I asked. He smirked against me.
"I never said that I was going to stop here." He said in a low voice. Does he mean…? He pulled me back into the kiss. I closed my eyes. His hand moved to my stomach, and traveled lower.
"Damon," I warned. He looked up at my innocently.
"What?" He said with false innocence.
"They are all downstairs." I warned.
"I can be quiet, can you?" He asked.
"We're not." I told him. He nodded and resumed kissing me. He lifted me off of the chair, and took my shorts off before setting me on his lap. He moved forward, and put me back on the chair. "Damon," I warned again.
"You have to get dressed." He said. I nodded. I grabbed some things from my closet and shrugged off my sleeping wear. I put on a clean pair of pair of panties and a clean bra. I pulled a white Killers tee on and put on a faded, black, jean mini skirt. I pulled on some argyle ankle socks, and put on my black low tops. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and put on some deodorant. I need to shower tonight. I grabbed a quick one before we watched movies last night, but, it wasn't long enough.
I sat down in the chair by my desk. Damon looked at me with an intense expression on his face. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"White shirt," he said, moving closer. He kissed my neck, and used the opportunity to slide his hand under the top of my shirt. He peered down and smirked. "White bra, black skirt… I wonder…" he continued. He moved his hand, and dropped to his knees in front of me., for the second time today. My legs are crossed. He gently uncrossed my legs, and slid his hand in between them. I squeezed my legs together, and pushed him away.
"Not now," I growled. He smirked.
"You know what they say about black panties…" he started. He put a hand on each thigh. He looked into my eyes, making sure I heard every syllable he was about to say."You don't wear them, unless you want someone to see them." He finished smirking. I glared at him, and shook my head slowly, in disagreement.
"Maybe, I wanted them to match." I said feebly. His hand was toying the hem of my skirt, easing its way back up my leg. I love his touch. It's something that I have begun to crave.
My phone started ringing.
'You're getting mighty upset.
You're gonna regret...
The deeper you get, the stronger I'll be.'
My hand fumbled around my desk, aimlessly searching for the source of the sound. Where did I put it? I left it up here last night. I remember dropping it on my desk before I got into the shower. I didn't want to lose it. Look where it got me.
'You're always ranting and raving; there's nothing worth saving.
Constantly...'
"Looking for this?" Damon asked, holding my phone in front of me. I smiled.
"Thank you," I said, trying to take it from him. He shook his head.
"You gotta pay the price." He said. I looked at him, taken aback. He tapped his lips with his index finger. I let out a small laugh. I leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled against my lips. He put his hand in my hair, keeping me to him.
'You're always talking the talk, but never walking the walk.
I-I-I-I I get so agitated.
You're always thinking the thought, but then you say you forgot.'
I pulled away, and answered my phone. Damon moved his hand back to my thigh, sliding it back to its original and unwanted place. I glared at Damon and motioned for him to stop. He grinned at me wickedly.
"Bonnie, when are you coming down here?" Caroline's voice filled my ear.
"In a while, Damon wanted to talk to me." I told her. He is pulling my panties off. I gave him a look to warn him. He just smirked. He started massaging me. I gasped, and bit my lip.
"Oh, okay. Do you want me to save your some breakfast?" She asked genuinely concerned. I opened my mouth, about to answer her. Damon slipped a finger inside of me. I clamped a hand to my mouth. I clenched my teeth.
"I have to get dressed." I said, hoping that Caroline won't hear anything. He moved his finger slowly. He curled it, and uncurled it repeatedly: moving it around expertly. I closed my eyes.
"I think he just wanted to see you with your clothes off." Caroline said giggling. He pushed another finger inside me, and began making scissor movements.
"We're not…" I started to say, but I slammed my mouth shut. Damon added yet another finger, and began thrusting them faster, and harder. He used his other hand to massage me. "Finished talking," I choked out.
"Alright. I guess I'll see you soon then." Caroline said in a chipper voice. My body started shaking, I squirmed in an effort to keep it at bay.
"'Kay bye." I gasped.
"Bonnie…" She started saying. My body started shaking more violently. His fingers are relentless. He kept going. I opened my eyes. His met mine, and he never looked away. "Never mind, I'll talk to you later. Bye." Caroline said ending the phone call. I threw my phone to the floor, after ending the call. Damon brought his lips to mine. I broke away, struggling to breathe. His thrusts becoming faster and harder than before.
"Come for me, Bonnie." Damon whispered. He nibbled on my ear.
"Damon!" I gasped. My shaking increased, and I was soaring. My felt myself release into his hand. I opened my eyes. He's looking at me intently.
"I wanted to hear you moan my name." He explained. I closed my eyes, and leaned on his chest.
"Why?" I asked.
"You were moaning on the couch. I wanted it to be because of me. I wanted my name to roll off of your tongue." He whispered. He kissed my forehead. I pulled his mouth to mine. He moved his tongue along my lip, begging to be let inside. I opened my mouth and let his tongue take dominance. He pulled away. He removed his hand, and brought his fingers to his mouth. He cleaned them with his tongue. I gave him a strange look. "I love the way you taste." He and kissed me again. He parted my lips with his own. He's letting me taste myself on his tongue.
He broke away, and got up. He went over to the bathroom, and returned with a baby wipe. I always have some handy, for when I am too tired to wash my face. I cleaned me up, and washed his hands. He knows that Carlisle and Stefan would be able to smell…
"Do you still want these? I mean, I know that don't really need them." He said, holding my underwear on one of his fingers. I took them from his hand. He took them back, and put them on for me.
I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. Damon came with me and he swished some mouthwash. We left my room together. We went downstairs and went into the kitchen. Carlisle and Grams looked up and smiled. I returned their smile. I sat down next to Grams, and Damon sat down next to me. Caroline brought me some food, and sat a plate in front of me.
"Thanks Lina." I told her. She smiled, and took her seat. Damon got up and grabbed some food. We ate, listening to everyone make conversation.
I finished my food, and Damon took my dishes to the sink, along with his. He sat back down, and Carlisle cleared his throat. Everyone turned their attention to him. Caroline stood up.
"I'll go. Jeremy should be here any minute. Jeremy, Elena, Tyler and I am going to The Mystic Grill. You guys can talk." She announced. I nodded. I smiled at her. She thinks of everything, doesn't she? She returned my smile. Someone knocked at the door. I got up, and Caroline and I walked to the door. I opened it.
"Hey Jere," I greeted. He smiled at me.
"Hey Bon," he said pulling me into a hug. I gave him a quick squeeze before letting go. He turned his attention to Caroline. "You ready to go?" He asked. She nodded. Someone honked. I poked my head outside to see Elena waiting impatiently in the car. I chuckled. It figures. I waved. She waved grimacing.
"Jeremy hurry up!" Elena yelled. He rolled his eyes. The passenger door opened, and Tyler got out of the car. He walked over to us. I nodded at him.
"So, you and Jeremy are going to hang out?" I asked. They both nodded. "Together?" I asked still in disbelief. They nodded again. I smirked. "I'm so proud of you both." I said excitedly. I patted their cheeks, mocking them slightly. Tyler groaned.
"Thanks Mom, that means SO much coming from you." He said with equally false excitement. I rolled my eyes. Jeremy chuckled.
"Hey, you can touch anytime you want to." Jeremy said. I gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, that was supposed to be funny. It came out... not so…" Jeremy said hurriedly. He raked his fingers through his hair nervously. I chuckled.
"It's all good Jere." I told him, slipping my arm around his waist. He smiled, but tried to hide it. Oh… I forgot. "I'll see you guys later?" I asked. They nodded.
"We'll call you later. Maybe we can go to Mystique, or something." Tyler suggested. I nodded. I gently removed my arm from Jeremy's waist. He found my hand and squeezed it gently. They walked over to the car, and I went back inside. I shut the front door and went back to the kitchen. I sat down next to Damon.
"We thought you should know, that we think that this is your best chance at taking on Merrick." Carlisle said. I nodded.
"Okay, I'm all ears." I told him. He smiled briefly.
"Trying to find Merrick, will be next to impossible. He knows that you are aware of him now. Taking him on in his own territory, that's suicide. I think that your best bet is to wait for him, and to let him come to you." Carlisle explained. I let out a breath that I didn't realize that I was holding.
"Bonnie, it's logical. But, when he comes, you need to be ready." Grams said. I looked over to her. I nodded. She moved her shoulder, and my eyes followed the movement of her arm. She's holding hands with Carlisle. I'm glad they have each other.
"How can we know if I'm ready?" I asked Grams. She shook her head.
"We can't." She told me, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded.
"I'm not even sure how to control myself. How do I learn something like that?" I asked her, whispering.
"Practice Bonnie Bear, we have to practice." She said.
"With what?" I asked. "How?" I added.
"A secluded area, with plenty of water nearby." She answered.
"I know just the place." Damon said. I gave a slight jump. I wasn't expecting him to say anything. I am so jumpy.
"Let's go." Carlisle said. I looked over at Stefan. He nodded, thinking about what Damon had just said.
"I think it'll work." He agreed.
"Where are you thinking of, Damon?" Grams asked him.
"There is a creek by Fell's Church." Damon answered. Grams nodded slowly, as if thinking it over.
"I don't know why I didn't think of that before." She said, honestly.
"We'll take separate cars. That way, in case…" Carlisle started to say. He didn't have to finish. We all nodded in agreement. Grams started to follow Carlisle, but I pulled her back. Damon waited for me, but I motioned for him to go ahead. He nodded and followed Carlisle outside.
"So, you and Carlisle?" I asked hesitantly. Grams gave me a sad smile.
"Yes, Bon Bon, me and Carlisle." She answered. I smiled at her. She smiled back.
"You're good together." I told her. She nodded.
"We're just… we're friends, but I've started to feel things, and we talked about it. He feels the same way. We're taking things slowly. We'll see where things go." She admitted. My smiled grew bigger. I nodded.
"Way to go Grams. You snagged a hottie doctor." I told her. She laughed.
"Try again." Grams commanded. I sighed. This isn't working. I clenched my hands into fists. So far, I've been able to catch dozens of trees on fire. Damon and Stefan uprooted some old trees and set them next to the creek. I've been able to extinguish most of the fires that I've started. Nothing has gotten severely out of control. But I haven't been able to get the electricity again. This is so frustrating. I fumed. I felt an electric pulse flow through me. I looked over at Grams in surprise. She mirrored my expression. "Your emotions, your powers are triggered by your emotions." She reminded me. I nodded.
"Why can I start fire without being livid, or scared shitless?" I asked her aggravated. She chuckled.
"You couldn't at first, Bonnie Bear. It took practice. You seem to have mastered fire. Now, you need to focus on your electricity." She explain. I hate it when she's right. Alright, I don't. But still, I wish this wasn't so damn hard. It would be awesome to be able to make lightning. Damon opened his mouth about to say something, but shut it. He has that look in his eyes. Like he thought of something brilliant, but he's not sure if it will work or not.
"Spit it out." I said frustrated. He gave me a small smirk. He walked over to me, and slammed his lips to mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and cupped my butt. He lifted me to him, supporting my ass. He ran away from the others and we slammed into a tree. My back to the bark. I tried to push him off of me, but he didn't budge. He's relentless. Everyone looks astonished. Grams tried to go after us, but Stefan is telling her something.
"Dmmmn… stttpp…" I tried to say against his lips. I tried to say, 'Damon stop.' It didn't come out as such. I growled. He moved a hand up my shirt, and slammed me harder into the tree. I cried out, but his mouth swallowed my cry. He squeezed my rear. 'Get off.' I sent him.
'Make me.' He sent back. I can feel the electricity again. It's surging through me. I managed to get my hands in front of me. I put my hands to his chest, and let the electricity flow through me. It hit him with full force. He flew from me, and slammed into the forest floor.
He groaned in pain. I can't believe I just did that. The electricity hasn't stopped; it found a new target. The ground that Damon had been standing on is now reeking the benefit of being electrocuted. I raised an arm, and aimed for a tree. It connected with the tree, and branches flew from the tree, and landed on the ground. I closed my eyes and willed it to stop. I ran over to Damon. I touched to my hand to his face.
"Are you alright?" I asked him.
"Just fucking peachy." He said sarcastically. I hit him in the arm. "What was that for?" He whined.
"You're an ass. You could have told me what you were doing!" I scolded. He smiled, and got up.
"Then you wouldn't have been upset. Where's the challenge in that?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. The others walked over to us. Stefan is smirking. Grams glared at Damon, but softened when she saw that he was hurting.
"You got what you deserved." Grams said. Carlisle was biting his lip to keep from laughing.
"Can you duplicate the electricity with Damon's… persuasion?" Stefan asked.
"I'm not sure." I told him truthfully. He nodded. I pointed my arm at a different tree. I visualized throwing lightning at it. I pulled my arm back, and extended it as hard as I could muster at the tree. Lightning cracked, and the tree cracked down the middle. I smiled. I threw the imaginary lightning again, getting similar results. The top half of the tree looked dead, and fell to the ground. "I think I can." I told them happily.
Tyler called us, and we decided to go out as a group. Jeremy has a fake ID, so he's going to Mystique with us. Caroline, Elena, and I are getting ready in her room. Stefan, Damon, Tyler, Jeremy, and Matt are getting ready downstairs and in Jeremy's room. I don't think they guys have to do much. None of them are changing clothes. Caroline brought a dress for me to wear.
Elena's already dressed. Her dress has thin black straps that tie behind her neck. They are barely visible. It looks almost strapless. The dress is pale pink, almost flesh colored, with a sheer black material on top of it. The sheer fabric is nearly invisible in some places, and in other places creates lines of splotched black. The thick lines of black spiral around the dress. Just below her chest, there is a layered ribbon that wraps around. It's an off silver color that reaches from just below her chest to the bottom of her ribcage. Little black beads speckle the ribbon. Her dress shows more cleavage than she normally shows. But it doesn't look trashy. She looks amazing.
"Do you like it?" She asked us, shyly. I smiled. I may not have forgiven Elena, but I don't want to lost her friendship. After all, I'm not the one that should be doing the forgiving. Her issues aren't with me… that doesn't excuse her behavior, or make anything better. But for tonight we are all going to get along, and go out.
"You look amazing." I told her. She smiled brightly. Caroline nodded.
"You really do. It looks so good on you." Caroline agreed. Elena beamed and pulled both of us into an excited hug.
"Now you two!" She commanded happily. I chuckled.
Caroline put on a sapphire and lilac colored strapless dress. Most of the dress is sapphire. Strips of material in the front of the dress are lilac. The material in the chest area is smooth, with slight lines pointing to the middle of her ribcage, just below her chest. There is almost a knot in the middle of the ribcage. The material billowing from the almost knot flows to bottom of the dress, meeting with the sides of the dress. Her dress has small splashes of cerulean in a few places. She looks enchanting. Her dress zips in the back, but laces up on one of the sides.
"You look so beautiful Caroline!" I squealed excitedly.
"Really?" She asked, unsure. "Gorgeous," Elena assured.
"Now, for Bonnie." Caroline said. They both brought their hands together. Okay, I'm officially afraid.
"Okay…" I said hesitantly. Caroline handed me a dress. I turned around, and took my bra off. I slipped the dress on.
It's a strapless number. It's jet black and dark crimson. It's like Caroline's. It laces up on both sides and in the back, but it doesn't tie. The back dips extremely low, ending at the bottom of the small of my back. The back cuts off at the middle of my back. There is material on the far sides of my back. The front of the dress is almost like a corset. Dark gray, almost black lace covers the torso of the dress. The chest is black. A thin, dark crimson ribbon lays just below my chest. The skirt of the dress is black, with a few thin lines of dark crimson bleeding into it.
Caroline and Bonnie pulled me over to her bathroom. They covered my eyes.
"You look wicked, Bonnie." Elena said excitedly. I nodded.
"Wicked as in good, or wicked as in bad?" I asked.
"Definitely good. Enjoy this dress, it's a very early birthday present." Caroline squealed. I laughed.
"Alright," I told her, still chuckling. They moved their hands. My jaw dropped. They weren't kidding. This dress definitely brings out the dark side of me. I certainly look the part. The dress cuts off just above mid thigh. I took a deep breath. This dress is more… risqué than anything I've ever worn out before. The chest isn't cut too low. It gives me just slight cleavage. It's nothing compared to Elena's.
"You're not putting it back." They both warned in unison. Okay, that was freaky. How did they both know? I sighed. I left the bathroom, and grabbed my shoes. I reached into my bag, and grabbed my all black chuck's instead. I put them on, and returned to the bathroom. I already had my gloves on.
"Make up!" Caroline said. She loves doing makeup. She missed Elena. Elena never refuses or complains about Caroline doing her makeup.
We decided to go downstairs together. Jenna saw us going down, and insisted that she announce our arrival. I was laughing. I already put on my leather jacket. I feel kind of badass. I think I like it.
"We have the three gorgeous ladies that are going to accompany you this mighty fine evening!" Jenna announced, trying to get the guys excited. We laughed as we came down the stairs. Elena and Caroline made it down first, I trailed behind. We decided that we didn't want to trip over each other, fall down the stairs, and die. SO, we decided to not all walk next to each other.
"What's under the jackets?" Tyler asked Elena and Caroline. They had already put their jackets on too. I reached the bottom of the stairway. They smirked at him. They took off their jackets. Everyone's breath caught. Caroline and Elena may have some faults, but not being beautiful was not one of them. My friends are gorgeous. They've never had any trouble getting guys. Me… on the other hand. I've never really been 'pretty' like them. I've accepted it.
Tyler cleared his throat. I looked over at him. He tried to say something, but shut his mouth. I looked at him questioningly. He just shook his head.
"I know that I'm with someone, so I can't really say this, but hot damn! You guys don't screw around when it comes to cleaning up nicely, do you?" Matt asked. We all chuckled. "You still haven't taken off your jacket, Bonnie." Tyler reminded me. I looked over at him. I sighed. I was hoping I wouldn't have to, until we got to the club. I took it off, and laid it with Caroline and Elena's. I turned to face Tyler. He has a strange look in his eyes. He smiled. He nodded as if agreeing with something that only he was aware of. "I definitely approve." He finally said. I blushed.
"Thanks… I think." I replied.
"Hey, Jenna, have you seen my sketchpad…?" Jeremy asked, walking into Stefan. He mutter a quick apology. He turned around, and looked at me. His eyes locked with mine, but not after traveling the rest of my body. The corners of his mouth turned up. "Nice," he said. I gave him a small smile.
"It's official. We're going to have to fight off every male at Mystique tonight." Stefan announced. Elena looked at him confused. "No way are they touching our women." He finished. I chuckled. I crouched down, and grabbed our jackets. I tossed Caroline and Elena theirs. I was about to put my jacket on, when someone caught my wrist. I looked up. It's Matt.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked. I nodded. We walked into the other room.
"What's up Matt?" I asked him. He gave me a small smile.
"Are you okay? I mean, are you okay with all of us going, like this?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked him. He gave me a slight frown.
"With everything that happened, I just wasn't sure." He clarified. Oh.
"It's not me that you should be asking Matt." I told him gently. I put an arm on his shoulder.
"I know, but no one else would say anything. So, I thought that I would save time, and ask you." He said. That's smart. Caroline probably wouldn't tell him if she had a problem with it. And Stefan would probably go just because he feels obligated, because everyone else is going. I sighed.
"Matt, it'll be fine. Just don't pull any jackass moves." I told him. He laughed.
"Understood, I wasn't planning on it. But, I get it." He said. I nodded.
"Then, we shouldn't have any problems." I told him. I tilted my head back to the landing.
"Let's go." I told him. He looks hesitant.
"Is there something else?" I asked him. He nodded slowly.
"Thank you." He told me.
"You're welcome?" I answered.
"No, I mean, thank you. Thank you for taking care of Caroline, after I… after I screwed things up." He finally spit out.
"Don't mention it." I said. He smiled.
"And Bonnie?" He asked. I nodded.
"You look good." He said. I smiled in response.
"You do, too." I told him. We went back to the landing. Damon slipped a hand behind my waist.
"I don't think we should go out." He whispered, nuzzling my ear.
"Why?" I asked.
"Do you have any idea how many people I'm going to have to threaten tonight, because of how breathtaking you look?" He asked. I smiled. Breathtaking? 'That and something else,' Damon sent his thoughts to me. I rolled my eyes visibly. He chuckled. I slipped my jacket on.
I've been to Mystique plenty of times before. But, I've never gone with this big of a group before. In some ways, it's better. There's never a dull moment. On the other hand, there are also a few awkward ones.
"ID," The bouncer announced. We are still a ways away from the doors. Another good thing about Mystic Falls, is that it is relatively small. Mostly everyone knows who everyone else it. I know the bouncer that is working tonight, well, one of them. He is a massive man. I wouldn't want to be on his bad side.
When my mom was growing up, she dated a guy named Mark. His family has a family run restaurant. As he got older, he took over the family business. It was his Uncle's restaurant. His dad passed away when he was in grade school, and his mom was a junkie who left him and his sister a few years after his dad passed. His Aunt raised him, and his younger sister. He opened a body shop, and tattoo parlor a few years after he took over the restaurant.
I never did find out exactly when he and my mom got together. They stayed friends, even after she married dad, and I was born. He's always been an unofficial Uncle of mine. Mark isn't someone you want to cross. He shaves his head, but somehow manages to pull it off. He is buff and can be intimidating at times. He has dark brown eyes. I've always seen his softer side. After my Mom died, I spent more and more time around his tattoo parlor. That's when I met Terrance.
He came in to get his ink touched up. I've never met a better artist than Mark. He has a way with cars and needles. I was getting Mark something from the back. He saw me from behind and called me: Lena. I turned around. I hadn't been called by my mother's name before. He apologized, but explained that I looked so much like her. I found out that they were neighbors growing up. Ever since that day, I've had a way of getting into the club. He always promised to keep an eye on me when he could. I felt safer coming to Mystique. It probably didn't hurt that he knew that Mark would kick his ass if anything happened to me.
Caroline pulled at my arm, and motioned in front of her. The line had moved considerably. She brought me out of my head and back into reality. We finally made it up to Terrance, and to the door. He smiled at me. I returned the favor.
"How's my girl?" He asked. "I've been good. How've you been Terrance?" I asked him. He nodded.
"I've been good. I'm thinking about getting some new ink though, maybe a phoenix on my forearm." He answered truthfully. He lifted his arm to show me. I nodded. It would look good there.
"I think you should do it." I told him. He smiled. He is darker than I am, and is at least 6'4''. To say that he is buff, is the understatement of the century. He probably looks menacing to everyone else. But in all honesty, he's a giant teddy bear. He looked at my friends behind me.
"You all with Bonnie girl?" He asked, motioning to my group. They nodded and murmured that they were. "Alright, go ahead, and go in." He said. I smiled.
"Thanks Terr." I told him.
"Anytime Bonnie girl," He assured me. We walked inside. I can feel the vibrations of the music. I love this feeling.
'I go, ooh ooh.
You go, ahh, ahh...
L-l-l-la, ah l-l-l-la...
I can, la, la, la, la, l-la, la...
I wanna, wanna, wanna get, get, get what I want.
Don't stop.'
We dropped our jackets off at a table and went over to the dance floor. We paired off, but stayed close together. Tyler and Jeremy found girls to dance with. Jeremy is dancing with the brunette girl from last night, the one with blue streaks in her hair. She gave me a small wave. I smiled at her. I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her from hitting on Damon. I mean, she had hit on me too. She was just so… there is something about her that is so reassuring. I'm trusting my gut on this one.
'And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think, think,
'Cause you're the only one who's on my mind.
I'll never ever let you leave me.
I'll try to stop time forever, never wanna hear you say goodbye,
Bye, bye...'
Damon grabbed my waist, and we started dancing.
'I feel so untouched and I want you so much, that I just can't resist you.
It's not enough to say that I miss you.
I feel so untouched right now, need you so much.
Somehow, I can't forget you.
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you.'
I looked around at everyone dancing. Everyone is smiling. It's nice to know that there doesn't always have to be some sort of drama going on. Because, really, who needs it? I know that I don't. After the song ended, Stefan grabbed my arm and got our attention.
"Let's trade partners after every dance." He suggested. I nodded and looked to Damon. He shrugged. "If you promise not to get jealous," he said, talking to me. I scoffed and chuckled.
"I promise, I won't get jealous." I told him. He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed me.
Stefan took my hand, and Damon took Caroline's. She smirked. I think this was her plan. We might as well mix it up a little. Matt is dancing with the brunette, blue streaked hair girl. Tyler is dancing with Elena. Jeremy is dancing with the redhead that Tyler was dancing with. I put my arms around Stefan's neck, waiting for the music to start back up. I'm not sure why they turned it off. Stefan put his hands on my waist. There it goes.
'I see your dirty face, high behind your collar.
What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow.
So, you pray to God, to justify the way you live a lie,
Live a lie, live a lie...'
Stefan's arms tightened around me, and we danced to the music.
'And you take your time...
And you do your crime...
Well, you made your bed.
I made mine!
Because when I arrive, I-I'll bring the fire.
Make you come alive; I can take your higher.
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you.
Let it rock; let it rock; let it rock...'
I felt someone brush behind me. It's probably nothing. I jumped. It felt like someone's hand deliberately grazed my ass. I turned my head to see who it was. No one is there. I was turning my gaze back to Stefan, when I saw him. It's the arrogant blonde guy from last night. He's grinning at me, mischievously. I shuddered. Stefan's gaze followed my own. He glared. The creeper walked off. Just my luck, I love my life. More importantly, I love sarcasm.
"I'll keep an eye on him, Bonnie." Stefan assured me. I shook my head.
"Don't worry about it, Stefan." I told him. "Let's just enjoy tonight." I added. He nodded and gave me a forced smile. We traded partners because the song ended. I ended up with the blue haired girl, in an effort to avoid awkward pairings. I smiled and put my arms around her waist.
"I don't mind wearing the pants, in this relationship." She joked. I laughed. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Funnily enough, she is actually wearing pants.
"Thanks for the dance." I told her.
"No problem." She answered. She's warm. She feels… different. There is something different about her… but it isn't a bad thing. What is it? The music started. I chuckled. We changed positions. She stood behind me, and laid her hands on my thighs. I put a hand on top of hers. We grinded.
'This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name...'
She breathed in my ear.
"I was actually hoping to talk to you. I just didn't want to seem so obvious about it." She whispered, barely moving her lips.
'Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights.
He just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat, or the mike.
He feels so unlike everyone else, alone.
In spite of the fact that people still think that they know him.'
"Go for it," I whispered back.
"My name is Kiren. I'm a seer. I'm friends with your Grams. I couldn't tell her, what I'm about to tell you. Listen closely; I won't get another opportunity to repeat this." She admitted.
"I'm listening."
'Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much.
Never concerned with status, but still leavin' them star struck,
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact,
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writin' raps.'
"Merrick, he's closer than you think." She whispered. I shivered involuntarily.
"What do you mean by closer?" I whispered back. She moved her hands, and slipped one under my dress. She let her hand travel up my thigh, making it look like she's whispering dirty things in my ear.
"I don't know. I can't get a clear vision. I only see bits and pieces, and get strong feelings. He's close to you. I'm not sure when he is going to make his move. He will probably send someone instead of himself, at first." She whispered hurriedly. I nodded as I leaned my head back, and rested it in the groove of her neck.
"Thank you," I whispered. She kissed my neck.
"Beware the unfamiliar." She warned. I reached a hand behind me and squeezed her thigh. I turned around, and we grinded facing each other.
"Why not my Grams?" I asked.
"I didn't want it to be too late." She answered. She took my hand. I can feel her psychic energy flowing through me. She pulled away and smiled. "You too?" She asked.
"Only a few times." I whispered.
"I'm staying in town. I'll help your Grams, however I can." She promised. I nodded.
"It's going to come down to us one on one, isn't it?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer I already know. She nodded. The song ended. Damon came over to us. She looked at him, and pressed her hand to his. He closed his eyes briefly and nodded. She was showing him everything that she told me. I know that Damon is sending Stefan his thoughts as she is giving hers to him. She took Stefan's hand, and they started dancing.
"I need a drink." Damon finally said. I nodded.
To each his own, I don't blame him. He walked over to the bar, and I danced with Jeremy. It's some slow song. My mind is too busy processing with Kiren said, to hear what was playing. Jeremy held me close to him. I laid my head on his chest, and enjoyed the embrace. I didn't notice that the song had ended until Jeremy gently pulled away. I looked up at him, and smiled.
"Thanks for the dance, Jere." I told him. He smirked.
"Anytime, Bon." He replied. He kissed my cheek, and grabbed Elena's hand. Matt was about to take my hand, when Damon cut in.
"Can I have this dance?" He asked. Matt nodded, and reluctantly danced with Caroline. We held each other, and moved to the music in silence.
'A hundred days have made me older, since the last time that I saw your pretty face.
A thousand lies have made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same,
But all the miles that separate, disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face.'
"I hate that I can't stop this from happening to you." Damon whispered.
"It isn't your fault." I whispered back.
"That doesn't make it any easier." He said.
"I know." I whispered.
"I love you, never forget that." He whispered seriously. I nodded.
"I love you, more than you know." I whispered back.
'I'm here without you, baby, but you're still on my lonely mind,
I think about you, baby and I dream about you all the time.'
I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. To forget about everything except the feeling of Damon's arms supporting me, surrounding me. He moved backwards suddenly, and I fell into him. He caught me easily. Stefan had grabbed his arm. He motioned from Damon to follow him. All I could make out was, 'Grace.' They are going to tell Grams. I should have done that already. I don't know why that didn't occur to me. I shook my head at myself. I watched the walk away. They went outside the club.
Someone pulled me from behind. I'm getting tired of this. I wheeled around. It's the blonde douche bag from last night. I glowered at him. He picked me up and carried me into a dark, abandoned corner. He has a steel grip; I can't wiggle out of it. He set me down on my feet, but had me cornered. I'm back against the wall. The leaned down, and tried to capture my lips with his. I kneed him in the crotch. He slammed a fist into the wall, beside me. He didn't hit me.
"You're lucky that I was given strict orders not to harm you, witch." He growled.
"Orders from who?" I asked.
"Merrick wants you for himself. I don't think he'll mind if I have a little taste…" He clarified. I leaned back further, and tried to duck underneath his arms. He got me, and put his forearm against my neck. He's applying pressure, and making it hard to breathe. His lips came down on mine, bruising them, from the impact. I gagged. I shot electricity through my lips. He backed away. "You're full of tricks, aren't you?" He asked. I glared at him. He went flying backwards. It's not my doing. Please let it be Stefan or Damon. I looked up and saw Merrick. I took a deep breath. I turned on my heel and ran for the nearest exit. "Not so fast Bonita." He called from behind me.
I know it's only a matter of time until he catches up with me. I made it through the back door, just outside of the club. He pinned me to the wall, after barricading the door. I tried to move away from him, but he paralyzed me there. I growled, exasperated. He moved so he was directly in front of me. He leaned forward and smelled my hair. His fingers trailed my collarbone, and skimmed my chest. I shuddered. I can't stand his touch.
He moved his leg in between my legs. He parted my legs, and brought his leg up further. His hand traveled my stomach. I close my eyes. I hate being defenseless.
"Open your eyes, Bonita." He commanded softly. I tried not to. He forced my eyes open. He looked at me: his dark brown eyes piercing mine. He cupped my cheek. "You are meant to be mine." He whispered.
"I don't belong to anyone and I'll never be yours." I snarled, venom dripping from my voice. He touched his forehead to mine.
"You will." He whispered.
"No," I said in a determined voice. He stared into my eyes. I can feel waves of lust and longing wash over me. He's doing this. It's ten times worse than the vision attack. I can't pull myself out of it. He kissed me. He parted my lips, and forced me to let his tongue inside. He took dominance leaving a fight for it out of the question. He pulled back.
"You taste perfect, Bonita." He whispered. He smirked, before tasting my mouth again. Something fell from the dumpster further down the alley. I can still hear the music from the club.
'With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride.
You're toxic.
I'm slipping under, with a taste of a poison paradise.
I'm addicted to you.
Don't you know that you're toxic?'
If he can make me do anything, what am I in for?
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