Title: And There Will Be Blood
By: Jezzi B.
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Fandom: Vampire Diaries (Book & TV)
Pairing: Damon/Bonnie
Rating: M +16
Type: Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the show, book series or the characters. The writing here in is for no profit and simply a fan work.
Summary: Bonnie receives an unwanted Christmas gift from Damon with a shocking message. We go back five weeks into the past to see how things lead up to Christmas. Bonnie is now experiencing a new life in New York with her boyfriend—who happens to be Elena's ex—Matt. Her abilities seem to have dissipated, allowing her to finally lead a normal life. Everything seems picture perfect until Damon shows up in town to deliver her a message that someone close to her will die if she doesn't retrieve her powers.
NOTE: I am going to write the characters as they are in the current show, but incorporate elements from the book series. Try your best to remove what's happened in the storyline of the show/book, I'm touching on those elements, but I've written this story from the angle of Bonnie not fully knowing what Damon is. I wanted to take this approach because it works better for the story.
AND THERE WILL BE BLOOD
Chapter 2: Regrets and Cigarettes
What would she tell Matt? Would she actually listen to Damon and keep quiet, or would she be truthful to the one, remaining, stable entity in her life? If she decided to walk the path of lies, what excuse could she possibly make?
Bonnie was standing in her dorm room in front of her bed. One side of the room—her roommates' side—was covered with punk & death metal merchandise. Her side however, was minimalist and clean. Her roommate claimed to be wiccan, which Bonnie couldn't stop laughing about.
Bonnie focused back on the task at hand—packing her suitcase…
She tried to explain to Damon that she had her finales coming up, but he'd simply told her, "I took care of it." The way he had said it reminded her vaguely of the movie "The Godfather". She could totally picture Damon as a mafia boss. Hell, maybe he really was one.
"Hey sweetie! Why are you packing?"
Bonnie spun around with shock. Matt was standing in the doorway with a flower in hand. It was too late for her to possibly hide the fact that she was packing.
"Matt! What are you doing here?" She positioned her body in front of her suitcase.
Matt knit his brows with confusion, "Can't I want to surprise my girlfriend? Apparently you seem to have surprised me more by leaving. Where are you going?"
Oh God, do I say the truth? Tell him that I am going away to god knows where, with Damon Salvatore—whom he hates more than Stefan Salvatore.
"Grams is sick…"
I'm going to hell…
"So, I'm going to go check on her," Bonnie spoke awkwardly, she hated lying to Matt.
Matt's eyes were wide with astonishment, "You should have told me, I'd have gone with—"
"No! I mean—it's better if you stay. I need alone time with her," Bonnie was quick to snap her response.
Matt's expression changed dramatically. He was visibly hurt.
"What about your finales? How can you just abandon those?" "I took care of it…" She was quoting Damon, great.
"You're acting strange, this isn't like you. Your voice is even unsteady, what's going on here?" Matt had the gift of being extremely perceptive. He may have been a jock, but he had the instincts of an eagle.
Bonnie zipped up her suitcase, lugging it off the bed with a grunt. She had to be more confident with her lies if she was going to fully convince Matt to leave her alone.
"I'm worried about my grandmother, okay? That's all. I'll call you when I get home. Just stay here and don't worry about me—" She touched his cheek softly and kissed his lips. "—I'll miss you."
Matt returned her kiss, but remained quietly defeated. The flower was still in his grasp, a gift that was never received.
Bonnie dragged her suitcase through the hall of the dormitory, trying her best not to look back.
"Bonnie—"
She stopped dead in her tracks, but she dare not look back.
"—If you hear, or find out how Elena's doing, tell her that I said 'Hi'…"
Ouch.
There was her answer. He was still in love with her. Did he always reflect on Elena every time they had a disagreement? She wasn't as gentle, or understanding as Elena. If Elena was ice, Bonnie was fire…
She stern her jaw, tossing the words over her shoulder, "Goodbye, Matt."
She didn't want to see him anymore, at least not right now. She delicately flipped her cranberry scarf against her neck to mask her flesh from the chill. Bonnie turned the corner to see Damon standing in the hallway. She wasn't surprised this time, she was starting to get used to surprises.
The way he was leaned against the side of the wall with his profile visible reminded Bonnie of classic art. The sunlight reflected off his skin in a different way from most people. The sun would warm Bonnie with a golden glow; Damon's skin didn't seem to accept the sunlight at all.
"I thought we were going to meet at the airport?" She prayed silently that Matt didn't try to chase after her; she'd have no way of explaining Damon's appearance.
Damon turned his chiseled face to stare at her with his characteristic smirk.
"If I had done that, I would have missed out on having a front-row seat to the demise of your first, stable relationship. It's not so stable when you get with someone who's infatuated with someone else. Did it even occur to you that Matt might be dating you because you are Elena's best friend? Maybe he's vicariously imagining her in your place when he's kissing you…"
She hated him. She couldn't even hold back the rage that was brimming to her eyes. She could feel the tears burning behind them. Without thought, she reacted on pure impulse. She dropped her suitcase and approached Damon.
He gazed down at her like a hungry wolf toying with its meal.
"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of seeing me angry. You don't think I've thought about all those things myself? You think I don't know that he loves Elena? I just didn't care, because even if he still loves her he is good to me. What I am having with Matt is more than you'll ever taste, because a heartless, sick jerk like you, will never understand love. Never."
Before Damon could even make a comeback she slapped him hard and furiously to the jaw.
Bonnie had slapped men before, she wasn't a complete weakling. She was used to them flinching, or moving their head. When she slapped Damon, his face felt as hard as rock, and he didn't even move. His eyes watched hers as she slapped him. The feeling in gave her was unsettling and now she was too close to him.
Damon's arms reached out his hand to grasp a hold of Bonnie's shoulders.
"Do you really think your words have the power to hurt me, Ms. Bennett?"
She was breathing hard.
"Let me go…"
"Listen to you. Do you want to know what I think, Bonnie? I think that we're both very much alike. I don't think either of us can be in a functional relationship. You can't, because you're a hot-tempered witch who could potentially set her boyfriend on fire with her mind in the midst of a heated argument. I can't because I simply find it more fun to taunt young girls like you…"
Bonnie struggled against him.
"You're disgusting," she hissed.
Damon produced two tickets from his coat, dangling them in front of Bonnie's eyes. There was an unfamiliar name on Bonnie's ticket.
Bonnie Salvatore.
"You're making us miss our flight, Mrs. Salvatore…"
Bonnie had never ridden in first-class before. She had no idea that the Salvatore's were so wealthy. She also had no idea that they were heading for Alaska until she reached the gate. Damon had explained to her that it'd be easier for them to scout out Elena and Stefan's whereabouts if they were disguised as husband & wife. The idea literally made her gag. She had to keep reminding herself that she was doing this for Elena.
Bonnie found it interested how the announcement over the speaker claimed it was a non-smoking flight and flashed the warning. Weren't all flights non-smoking? Why even have the option when it was obviously a lie.
The longer the flight took, the more frustrated Damon began to appear. She couldn't figure him out. He turned down the food and beverages the stewardess had offered. She certainly didn't remember seeing him eat at the airport either.
"Um, Damon? Are you okay? You haven't eaten anything, and you're looking pale…"
Why am I actually concerned about him?
"I am fine…" Damon wasn't even looking at her.
Bonnie began to smile brightly, nudging his arm with her finger.
"You're nervous about flying! I can't believe it, the big, bad, Damon Salvatore is afraid of flying!"
"I am not afraid of anything," He was practically growling.
She couldn't help noticing how cold his skin was to the touch. Damn her for actually having a conscious about this idiot.
She unwrapped her scarf from her neck, leaning over to wrap it around Damon's. Damon's whole body jolted, his eyes firmly latching to her bare throat. Something was wrong with his eyes. She couldn't place it, but something was definitely darker about them.
He quickly turned his eyes towards the floor, hissing under his breath.
"I really wish you hadn't done that…"
"Done what? Be nice to you for a change? You were freezing! What's wrong with your eyes?"
"We're stuck on a plane, 30,000 ft in the air." He was making an obvious statement.
"So you are nervous about flying!" She was finally getting to the truth.
Damon lifted his hand to press the call button, alerting the stewardess.
"Look—Mother Teresa—no matter what happens, don't be nice to me. You will regret this moment…"
The Stewardess was a middle-aged blonde woman, who quickly approached Damon's side. "Can I help you sir?"
Damon tossed up his beautifully pale face to smile broadly at the woman.
"You certainly can, I seem to be a weak flyer, can you help me to the lavatory?"
The woman blushed visibly, "Yes, sir. "
Bonnie remained silent, what could Damon have meant by that statement? What would she regret?
She watched with bewilderment as Damon and the Stewardess locked themselves into the lavatory. Immediately she was disgusted. Was he seriously trying to have sex with that woman mid-flight?
Two minutes passed. Five minutes passed. Eight minutes passed. Each second felt like hours. Bonnie felt so angry she could barely disguise it. How could someone be so foul and tasteless?
The door opened revealing Damon. He casually wiped the corners of his mouth with a cocky smile. He looked as flushed, and gorgeous as ever. It was a complete 180 from eight minutes ago. He actually looked more alive and there was even a bounce in his step. He closed the door behind him, obviously the stewardess wasn't coming out yet.
He sat down beside Bonnie, deliberately resting his arm near her side.
"You better pray that no one had a weak bladder for the duration of this flight," Damon commented quietly.
Bonnie glared, "Why?"
Damon didn't give her an answer; he instead reached for a magazine, flipping through the pages.
"I wonder if there's going to be an in-flight movie…"
Bonnie had watched the lavatory door during the whole flight. The Stewardess didn't come out. What did Damon do to her? Was the woman simply too embarrassed or did something else happen?
"Damon, that stewardess still hasn't left the toilet and we're landing. Shouldn't she be strapped in for landing?"
Damon had his eyes closed and his chair comfortably reclined, despite the speaker had announced for all chairs to be in the upright position.
"Maybe she's a nervous flyer," Damon smiled.
Bonnie hated him more by the minute, "Somehow I doubt that someone who's afraid of flying would make a career as a stewardess. I'm going to go check on her."
"I wouldn't if I were you," He warned.
"Yeah well, thank god that you're not me…" She unbuckled herself.
The turbulence was horrendous; she could feel the plane protesting against her efforts. There was no stewardess to tell her to sit down, or to reprimand Damon for keeping his seat leaned back. She knew Damon had a strange affect on women, but this was ridiculous.
She reached the door, holding on to it to brace herself against the jaunty plane. She took a deep breath, unsure of what to even expect.
Her fingers touched the handle carefully and slowly.
The door flew open.
Bonnie released a startled gasp.
The stewardess was adjusting her collar, keeping one hand against the side of her neck. She stared up at Bonnie bewildered for a moment. She was pale and sickly in her appearance. It was as if her and Damon traded conditions.
"Are you okay?" Bonnie breathed out the question, but felt relief.
"What? Why are you not in your seat? We're landing, go sit and buckle in!" She ordered.
"Well, excuse me for being concerned," Bonnie was irritated.
Bonnie returned to her seat, buckling in quickly without a word to Damon.
"Well, lookie at that; she's alive. That bird has a lot of fight in her," Damon seemed vaguely surprised.
Bonnie scoffed, "Right—you just wanted to scare me. Job well done, Damon."
"Really, you should be thanking her…" Damon's voice trailed.
"What for?" She hated his games.
"Because otherwise the person I would have dragged into that tight, little cramped space—was you…"