Chapter Five
Bonnie's eyes opened slowly as she came to. She realized she was being carried and turning her gaze upwards she found herself looking at Damon's clinched jaw. "Damon?" She asked softly and felt him tense slightly but he kept his eyes ahead of him. Careful not to turn her head to much, it was swimming bad enough as is, she caught a glimpes of blonde hair. 'Elena?' she questioned as her mind began to feel fuzzy again. ~If you know what's good for you, you'll stay unconscious Bonnie.~ She heard Damon's warning in her mind and obediantly closed her eyes. Darkness swept over her again as she heard the crunch of his foot steps as he stepped on twigs and other things on the ground.
The next time she came to she found herself lying on a bed of black satin in living quarters she knew had to be Damon's. The room had his feel about it and was decorated to his taste. Sitting up she looked around the room and found herself to be alone. At her feet was a change of cloths, black like the rest of the Fallen's with a note that simply said, 'Put these on.' It was scribbled in Damon's hand writing. Slowly getting up she placed a cold hand to her flushed cheek for a moment as she remembered where she was. 'I'm on Damon's planet and a captive of the Fallen.' She thought to herself as she picked up the note. Her first instinct was to crumple up the note and refuse to change but she knew that would only anger him more.
Quickly shedding her uniform she pulled on the black jump suit. 'Even though he acts as if I mean nothing, he still remembered my size.' She thought with a small smile as she zipped the front up. "Looks good on you." With a small gasp of surprise she turned to find Damon studying her from the door way. "You didn't give me any choice." She told him blunty before turning away from him. She was afraid he would just walk out and leave her in the room but she refused to turn to watch him go. "You always have a choice Bonnie, whether you make the right one or not is up to you." He said from just behind her. He had moved from the door to the bed while her back was turned.
Turning around she looked up into his obsidean eyes and tried to discipher his feelings from his face, she found only amusement in his eyes. "Why didn't you just kill me in the clearing when you had the chance?" She asked dragging her gaze away from the eyes that had haunted her dreams the past twenty years. "Now why would I want to kill you?" He asked her as he gently took hold of her chin and turned her face back to his. "Because I'm nothing to you." She said softly as his eyes darkened with some unknown emotion. "Is that what you think?" His face was so close to hers and she was finding it very hard to concentrate. "That's what you said in the clearing." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Releasing her chin he stepped away and turned his back on her. "I say a lot of things I don't mean Bonnie." He said as he walked to the door and pushed the lock button. "You mean like when you said you loved me?" Her voice was tight with emotion as he turned back around and leaned against the locked door. "Maybe, would you be devastated if I said yes?" His tone was cool and his lips held the faint form of a smile. Clinching her fist she looked away from him. "What kind of game are you playing Damon?" His chuckle was rich and it sent shivers down her spine. "What makes you think I'm playing a game?" He asked as he pushed off the door and walked back to her.
"What's with this little play at question for answers? Why can't we just be straight with each other?" Bonnie's voice had gained in strength as she turned her gaze back to him. 'Show no emotion.' She told herself as he stepped closer to her. "Fine, we'll be straight with each other." He said in a silky voice as he toyed with the zipper on her jump suit. "Why did you join the Fallen?" She asked as he pulled the zipper down an inch then back up again. "Because they saved my life the day I disappeared." He stated simply as his eyes focused on the creamy white flesh of her throat. Bonnie watched as his eyes darkened slightly with hunger and she was suddenly mad.
Pushing away from him she turned away and walked to the other side ,near the only window in the room. "I could have saved your life that day but you were gone when we got there." The window was shuttered and she longed to know what was beyond the glass. "You wouldn't have gotten there in time." He replied as he sat down on the bed and touched her blue uniform. "Why were you so cruel to me and the others in the the clearing earlier?" She heard the bed move as he stood up. "Why do we do anything? Because we want to." Whipping around she fixed him with an icy glare. "You wanted to be cruel? You wanted me to feel like I was nothing to you?"
Shrugging he gave her a lazy smile as he stepped forward. "It was convincing enough wasn't it?" Bonnie's eyes widened as she began to realize that it had been just a rues, just a lie. "You want the Fallen to think you don't care about anything or anyone right?" Her voice was breathy as hope blossomed in her chest and she stepped towards him. Damon closed the distance between them and touched her cheek. "There isn't a day I haven't thought about you Bonnie." His voice was soft and hypnotic as he trailed his finger tips down her cheek to her throat. Closing her eyes Bonnie felt herself leaning towards him. "Damon." His lips were soft and tender as they played against her own.
A new ache, this one of pure bliss, began to settle in her chest as she felt his arms go around her and pull her close. Threading her fingers through his hair she gave into the emotions that threatned to sweep her away. Years of loniliness and unanswered questions were forgotten in that one moment as she felt his body pressed against hers. She made a small sound of protest as he pulled away slightly. With his eyes half closed he looked down at her, a smile curving his lips. "Just as wonderful as I remember." He said huskily as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Although she hated to ruin the moment she had to know about Stefan and Elena. "Damon where are the others?"
She felt him tense slightly and she pulled away to look into his face, which had gone from tender to closed in an instant. "They're safe. together. The Fallen have decided to hold Stefan captive in an attempt to gain control of the Lapis." Releasing her he walked to the bed, picked up her uniform, and clutched it in his hands. "Is it the ship that you want? You want it back don't you? It's not Stefan's fault he was named Captain, the Global Corp. pushed it on him Damon, he turned them down when they brought it up." A wry smile appeared on his face as he tossed Bonnie's uniform into a laundry container near the bed. "But how long did he refuse it? A week.. a month?"
Bonnie could hear the anger in his voice. "Damon, why can't you stop the rivalry between you and your brother? Stefan felt guilty accepting the position but in the end he felt that there wasn't anyone else, besides you, worthy of the Lapis." Bonnie watched as Damon sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands, his shoulders sagging with tiredness. "Damon what's wrong?" She asked softly as she sat down beside him and gently touched his shoulder. "How would you feel Bonnie, if you had the chance to have your life back and you find out that someone had taken your place?" His voice was tight as he looked up into her worried brown eyes.
"He hasn't taken your place Damon. Come back with us to the Lapis and the ship is yours but the Fallen must be stopped." Brushing her hand off Damon stood up. "The Fallen has been my family for the past twenty years Bonnie. I have pledged my loyalty to them, they look up to me as their leader. I can't just forget what they've done for me." Anger swept through Bonnie like wildfire. "What about what they've done to the colonist and others through the years? They steal ships, kidnap people and drink blood." Damon's laughter was cold and echoed in the silent room. "In case you have forgotten Bonnie, there was a time when you drank blood too. I seem to remember you enjoying it in fact."
Pushing up off the bed she turned on him and narrowed her chocolate brown eyes. Her hair had come free from her hair clasp sometime during the walk from the clearing to the Fallen's base and now cascaded down her back in a shimmering mass of red. "We don't have to live like that anymore Damon. The Vitae helps us fight the cravings for blood, gives us what we need to live." Shaking his head he replied in a dark voice, "It keeps us from being free. Keeps us from being who we truly are. Our powers have diminished gradually with every injection, haven't you noticed?" Bonnie couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her telepathic abilities were limited to a five mile radius and her other vampiric senses had dulled through the years, leaving them almost equvilent to a human's.
"So you've stopped taking the Vitae, you've drank human blood?" Her eyes were wide and showed unmasked horror. "Yes Bonnie, I've drank human blood. Does that make me a monster.. a savage?" His voice was cold and distant. Shaking her head in disbelief she stepped back and looked away. "What? Does the sight of me repulse you now that you know I'm not a slave to Vitae anymore?" Bonnie for the life of her couldn't find her voice. The man she loved, the man she had longed for for years was now a stranger, given in to blood lust and leader of the Fallen. Hearing him push a button on the consol she turned in time to watch him exit the room. The lock light came on near the door and she sank to the floor on her knees. 'Why did I have to find you like this Damon?' She asked him silently as the tears slipped down her face.
End of Chapter Five: Awe.. it's just so sad.. one minute Bonnie's happy to have him back in her arms and the next she devastated that he admits to drinking human blood again. As always.. questions, comments.. all that nift stuff is welcome.
Bonnie's eyes opened slowly as she came to. She realized she was being carried and turning her gaze upwards she found herself looking at Damon's clinched jaw. "Damon?" She asked softly and felt him tense slightly but he kept his eyes ahead of him. Careful not to turn her head to much, it was swimming bad enough as is, she caught a glimpes of blonde hair. 'Elena?' she questioned as her mind began to feel fuzzy again. ~If you know what's good for you, you'll stay unconscious Bonnie.~ She heard Damon's warning in her mind and obediantly closed her eyes. Darkness swept over her again as she heard the crunch of his foot steps as he stepped on twigs and other things on the ground.
The next time she came to she found herself lying on a bed of black satin in living quarters she knew had to be Damon's. The room had his feel about it and was decorated to his taste. Sitting up she looked around the room and found herself to be alone. At her feet was a change of cloths, black like the rest of the Fallen's with a note that simply said, 'Put these on.' It was scribbled in Damon's hand writing. Slowly getting up she placed a cold hand to her flushed cheek for a moment as she remembered where she was. 'I'm on Damon's planet and a captive of the Fallen.' She thought to herself as she picked up the note. Her first instinct was to crumple up the note and refuse to change but she knew that would only anger him more.
Quickly shedding her uniform she pulled on the black jump suit. 'Even though he acts as if I mean nothing, he still remembered my size.' She thought with a small smile as she zipped the front up. "Looks good on you." With a small gasp of surprise she turned to find Damon studying her from the door way. "You didn't give me any choice." She told him blunty before turning away from him. She was afraid he would just walk out and leave her in the room but she refused to turn to watch him go. "You always have a choice Bonnie, whether you make the right one or not is up to you." He said from just behind her. He had moved from the door to the bed while her back was turned.
Turning around she looked up into his obsidean eyes and tried to discipher his feelings from his face, she found only amusement in his eyes. "Why didn't you just kill me in the clearing when you had the chance?" She asked dragging her gaze away from the eyes that had haunted her dreams the past twenty years. "Now why would I want to kill you?" He asked her as he gently took hold of her chin and turned her face back to his. "Because I'm nothing to you." She said softly as his eyes darkened with some unknown emotion. "Is that what you think?" His face was so close to hers and she was finding it very hard to concentrate. "That's what you said in the clearing." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Releasing her chin he stepped away and turned his back on her. "I say a lot of things I don't mean Bonnie." He said as he walked to the door and pushed the lock button. "You mean like when you said you loved me?" Her voice was tight with emotion as he turned back around and leaned against the locked door. "Maybe, would you be devastated if I said yes?" His tone was cool and his lips held the faint form of a smile. Clinching her fist she looked away from him. "What kind of game are you playing Damon?" His chuckle was rich and it sent shivers down her spine. "What makes you think I'm playing a game?" He asked as he pushed off the door and walked back to her.
"What's with this little play at question for answers? Why can't we just be straight with each other?" Bonnie's voice had gained in strength as she turned her gaze back to him. 'Show no emotion.' She told herself as he stepped closer to her. "Fine, we'll be straight with each other." He said in a silky voice as he toyed with the zipper on her jump suit. "Why did you join the Fallen?" She asked as he pulled the zipper down an inch then back up again. "Because they saved my life the day I disappeared." He stated simply as his eyes focused on the creamy white flesh of her throat. Bonnie watched as his eyes darkened slightly with hunger and she was suddenly mad.
Pushing away from him she turned away and walked to the other side ,near the only window in the room. "I could have saved your life that day but you were gone when we got there." The window was shuttered and she longed to know what was beyond the glass. "You wouldn't have gotten there in time." He replied as he sat down on the bed and touched her blue uniform. "Why were you so cruel to me and the others in the the clearing earlier?" She heard the bed move as he stood up. "Why do we do anything? Because we want to." Whipping around she fixed him with an icy glare. "You wanted to be cruel? You wanted me to feel like I was nothing to you?"
Shrugging he gave her a lazy smile as he stepped forward. "It was convincing enough wasn't it?" Bonnie's eyes widened as she began to realize that it had been just a rues, just a lie. "You want the Fallen to think you don't care about anything or anyone right?" Her voice was breathy as hope blossomed in her chest and she stepped towards him. Damon closed the distance between them and touched her cheek. "There isn't a day I haven't thought about you Bonnie." His voice was soft and hypnotic as he trailed his finger tips down her cheek to her throat. Closing her eyes Bonnie felt herself leaning towards him. "Damon." His lips were soft and tender as they played against her own.
A new ache, this one of pure bliss, began to settle in her chest as she felt his arms go around her and pull her close. Threading her fingers through his hair she gave into the emotions that threatned to sweep her away. Years of loniliness and unanswered questions were forgotten in that one moment as she felt his body pressed against hers. She made a small sound of protest as he pulled away slightly. With his eyes half closed he looked down at her, a smile curving his lips. "Just as wonderful as I remember." He said huskily as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Although she hated to ruin the moment she had to know about Stefan and Elena. "Damon where are the others?"
She felt him tense slightly and she pulled away to look into his face, which had gone from tender to closed in an instant. "They're safe. together. The Fallen have decided to hold Stefan captive in an attempt to gain control of the Lapis." Releasing her he walked to the bed, picked up her uniform, and clutched it in his hands. "Is it the ship that you want? You want it back don't you? It's not Stefan's fault he was named Captain, the Global Corp. pushed it on him Damon, he turned them down when they brought it up." A wry smile appeared on his face as he tossed Bonnie's uniform into a laundry container near the bed. "But how long did he refuse it? A week.. a month?"
Bonnie could hear the anger in his voice. "Damon, why can't you stop the rivalry between you and your brother? Stefan felt guilty accepting the position but in the end he felt that there wasn't anyone else, besides you, worthy of the Lapis." Bonnie watched as Damon sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands, his shoulders sagging with tiredness. "Damon what's wrong?" She asked softly as she sat down beside him and gently touched his shoulder. "How would you feel Bonnie, if you had the chance to have your life back and you find out that someone had taken your place?" His voice was tight as he looked up into her worried brown eyes.
"He hasn't taken your place Damon. Come back with us to the Lapis and the ship is yours but the Fallen must be stopped." Brushing her hand off Damon stood up. "The Fallen has been my family for the past twenty years Bonnie. I have pledged my loyalty to them, they look up to me as their leader. I can't just forget what they've done for me." Anger swept through Bonnie like wildfire. "What about what they've done to the colonist and others through the years? They steal ships, kidnap people and drink blood." Damon's laughter was cold and echoed in the silent room. "In case you have forgotten Bonnie, there was a time when you drank blood too. I seem to remember you enjoying it in fact."
Pushing up off the bed she turned on him and narrowed her chocolate brown eyes. Her hair had come free from her hair clasp sometime during the walk from the clearing to the Fallen's base and now cascaded down her back in a shimmering mass of red. "We don't have to live like that anymore Damon. The Vitae helps us fight the cravings for blood, gives us what we need to live." Shaking his head he replied in a dark voice, "It keeps us from being free. Keeps us from being who we truly are. Our powers have diminished gradually with every injection, haven't you noticed?" Bonnie couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her telepathic abilities were limited to a five mile radius and her other vampiric senses had dulled through the years, leaving them almost equvilent to a human's.
"So you've stopped taking the Vitae, you've drank human blood?" Her eyes were wide and showed unmasked horror. "Yes Bonnie, I've drank human blood. Does that make me a monster.. a savage?" His voice was cold and distant. Shaking her head in disbelief she stepped back and looked away. "What? Does the sight of me repulse you now that you know I'm not a slave to Vitae anymore?" Bonnie for the life of her couldn't find her voice. The man she loved, the man she had longed for for years was now a stranger, given in to blood lust and leader of the Fallen. Hearing him push a button on the consol she turned in time to watch him exit the room. The lock light came on near the door and she sank to the floor on her knees. 'Why did I have to find you like this Damon?' She asked him silently as the tears slipped down her face.
End of Chapter Five: Awe.. it's just so sad.. one minute Bonnie's happy to have him back in her arms and the next she devastated that he admits to drinking human blood again. As always.. questions, comments.. all that nift stuff is welcome.