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
He lied to me.
All of it was a lie.
There is no goodness in him.
No heart.
He never claimed or pretended to be good.
He even warned me to not mistake any of his actions for kindness.
I always knew he was dangerous, but somehow, for some reason—
I want nothing more than to understand him…
Chapter 8: Secrets and Lies
The winter nights in Alaska were long and meaningful. One almost would start to believe the daylight would never come; the nightmare would never end. Bonnie knew one thing for certain; by the time the sun revealed itself the day would have a new victor. But who would the winner be: The witch of secrets, the vampire of lies or the monster of darkness?
Bonnie struggled to help Stefan walk through the snow. He was far too heavy for her lithe limbs to support. The vervain was taking too long to purge itself from Stefan's system, rendering him physically useless as a protector.
They were too slow, they'd barely put any distance between themselves and the B&B. Suddenly Stefan stopped walking.
"Bonnie, leave me here, go find Elena," Stefan grunted.
"I'm not leaving without you! Just—keep walking, okay?" Bonnie was insistent.
Stefan wouldn't move; despite the vervain he was strong enough to resist her tugging against him. When he was serious his eyes were distinctly more unsettling to watch. He may have not been as terrifying as Damon, but he still possessed enough strength and power to make any one want to turn and run in the opposite direction.
"The only way to get the vervain out of my system quickly is for me to feed. It's not safe for you to be around me," Stefan's tone was low and warning her.
Bonnie had left her scarf with Samuel. She was in close proximity with yet another vampire and, unfortunately, she was the only present food source available. Bonnie wouldn't be swayed; she kept trying to pull Stefan alongside her.
"After staying with Damon, I definitely think you're safer to be around than you think," Bonnie spoke resentfully.
"I am truly sorry for any suffering or trouble Damon has caused you. Since he's become a vampire he shows no respect for anything other than his own personal gain. If he's hurt you in anyway, I promise you that I will take care of it."
Bonnie could understand why Elena looked past Stefan's vampirism and chose to still love him. Stefan was genuinely a loyal, caring guardian. He was a perfect dark knight.
"Actually—he hasn't hurt me at all. He's made threats, but he hasn't acted on any of them," Bonnie spoke softly.
Stefan was walking again, maybe the information gave him too much of a distraction to protest her efforts.
"Wait, Damon hasn't bitten you? He hasn't touched you in anyway?"
Bonnie failed to see the problem with remaining unblemished. She felt almost self-conscious to actually admit the truth to Stefan.
"There may have been an involuntary kiss—"
Bonnie dismissed her words quickly, "—but it was nothing."
Stefan tilted his head back, staring skyward thoughtfully for a moment. The longer he remained quiet, the more Bonnie regretted saying anything.
"Then I had it wrong…" His voice was relaxed.
"What? Had what wrong?" Bonnie's pace was actually slowing.
"In all of Damon's existence he's only shown genuine interest in three women: Katherine, Elena and now you…"
Bonnie held her breath, "Simply because he hasn't bitten me doesn't mean he's interested in me like that."
"Once a vampire grows accustomed to drinking fresh blood from their victims it's hard for them to resist. Desire and want all become hunger. If Damon resisted biting you, it showed he made a conscious effort to go against his nature."
Bonnie opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes spotted a figure running directly towards them. The frame of the figure was too small to have been the creature or even Damon. It was too dark for Bonnie to see anymore clearly; Stefan, however, could see in the dark perfectly. His eyes were gleaming.
"Elena," Stefan was gaining more energy simply by saying her name.
Stefan broke free of Bonnie's hold, staggering though the snow as fast as he could towards Elena.
"Stefan! Wait! You're hurt!" Bonnie didn't chase after him. This was their moment. All of them were alive and finally together again. Once Elena was in clear view Bonnie could see how healthy and wonderful she looked.
"Oh my god, Stefan! What did that thing do to you?" Elena quickly had her arms around him.
Stefan winced painfully, but no amount of pain could keep him from holding onto Elena for dear life. He was kissing her face and touching her hair affectionately.
"It's nothing to be concerned about, I am fine—" Stefan released Elena and turned his eyes towards Bonnie "—Look who's with me."
The brightest smile lit up Elena's face; simply seeing it crumbled all of Bonnie's resolve. She rushed through the snow to minimize the distance and threw her arms around her best friend tearfully.
"Elena!" Bonnie was exasperated.
Elena squeezed her harder than she'd ever been held in her life. For just one moment, Bonnie knew Elena had the same fear she did. They had feared that they would never see each other again. Yet, against all odds they were together again.
"How did you find us? Stefan said he sent you to New York," Bonnie didn't even really care how Elena found them. All that mattered was simply that Elena was, in-fact, with them.
"Oh, that'd be thanks to me…"
Neither Bonnie, Elena nor Stefan could say a word. They turned all at once to see Damon standing nearby with the tome tucked under his arm. He was in a long black, leather trench coat. His hair was disheveled and his mouth was smiling devilishly. He stood with aching exquisiteness and terrifying authority.
"Damon," Stefan said his brother's name with quiet rage.
Damon moved in close to the trio, eyeing his brother from bottom to top.
"Little brother, you are looking terrible. You definitely need something to eat—oh—wait, there doesn't seem to be any furry rodents nearby. Guess you're out of luck, unless of course, Elena doesn't mind offering you a bite to eat…"
Elena instinctively reached out her hand to touch Stefan's arm while still keeping the other on Bonnie.
"Stop it Damon, what ever you planned to do here tonight, isn't happening," Stefan forewarned.
Bonnie couldn't take her eyes off Damon, she had been so scared and nervous around him before, but now the only emotion she could feel was anger. She broke free of Elena's hold to step out in front of Damon.
"You lied to me," she spoke crossly.
"And your parents lied to you when they told you the Easter bunny, Santa clause and the tooth fairy were real and monsters were fake. Necessary evils in order to ensure you sleep better at night," Damon's expression was far too pleased to see her.
Bonnie shook her head, "It's not the same and you know it."
Damon ignored Bonnie's comment, opting for grasping hold of her to drag her against his side. His movements were so swift; Bonnie didn't have anytime to dispute it. Elena tried her best, but Stefan stopped her.
"Don't, Damon is too strong," Stefan kept Elena close.
"And now that we have our respective lovers in check let's get down to business. That creature wants the tome and he'll be here really soon because he saw when Bonnie and I tried to pull a Houdini at the motel and will be tracking the suburban I conveniently parked near by here—"
"You led him to us?" Bonnie was flabbergasted.
"—so, if you want to ensure Elena's safety, tell me what the tome says on the ambrosia and how to defeat the nightmare creature." Damon didn't miss a beat.
Stefan glowered his intense eyes towards his brother, "Look Damon, I want that creature gone just as much as you do. Samuel was the only one who knew how to defeat it, and according to Bonnie, he's dead."
Damon released a single laugh, "You have been hiding this tome from me for thirty-years, don't lie to my face and act like you don't know a what is written in it. You have too much vervain in you, there's no way you can protect Elena. I can go have this thing translated myself and you know I can. I'll leave you both here to rot."
Bonnie tried to twist her arm from out of Damon's steel grip.
"I am not leaving without Elena!"
"I will tell you," Stefan quickly spoke. "But only if you promise to get Elena and Bonnie out of harms way."
Elena pressed her face against Stefan's shoulder, refusing to leave him behind, "Stefan, don't tell him anything!"
"My compliance will depend on if your information is valid," Damon cautioned.
"Immortality comes with a price, Damon. You know this. Just as our vampirism comes with a penalty, so does this. It's true that the ambrosia makes you almost invincible, but if you do not replenish yourself with the ambrosia elixir your body will start to deteriorate. Your memories will be washed away with the blood elixir. You won't remember any of us. You saw that thing; he is rotting away. That is what you'd become," Stefan was trying to talk sense into his elder brother.
Damon rolled his eyes deliberately, "All I'm hearing is noise and not what I asked for. The ingredients, now, little brother."
"This should be what you want to hear! I'm telling you being a vampire might have taken your life and your conscience, but the price of the elixir is your body and soul," Stefan was yelling at his brother now.
The trees began to rustle, dropping pads of snow onto the ground loudly. There was a deep chill echoing through the land. Bonnie knew something wasn't right; it was strange, but she could feel the presence of something else close by.
Damon growled with fury. He released both the tome and Bonnie, lunging his body forward to leap at his brother. Bonnie found herself freed as Damon wrapped his hand against Stefan's throat. Elena was no match for Damon; Stefan was ripped away from her too speedily.
"I have no soul! There is no redemption. You can plan and pretend to be human, but I chose to have power!" Damon was snapping the words through his fangs.
Bonnie was shaking. Damon and Stefan were fighting, and she knew that something was watching the fight. She had to think, she had to do something to save them all. Her eyes fell quickly to the ground and the tome that lay in the snow. Damon's anger was apparently his weak point. Her arms collected the book and she held on to it.
She knew the creature only needed two things: the tome and herself. It wouldn't go after Damon, Stefan and Elena if it already were chasing her. Damon infuriated her, but she had seen him fight the creature and almost lose. She couldn't have the loss of anyone, even Damon, on her conscience.
She did the only thing she knew to do; she ran. She ran fast, she knew she couldn't be faster than Damon, but he was too busy fighting Stefan and Elena to notice that she was gone. The book was pressed against her chest and all ahead of her was blackness and snow.
She could hear her name being yelled by them. They had finally figured it out.
Out of the blue, the snow was vanishing from beneath her feet. She was flying. The world was becoming tiny beneath her feet. Elena, Stefan and Damon were merely dots in a landscape of perfect white. How was she flying? Did her powers take over?
An arm was wrapped against her mid-section. Something had her and was flying away with her.
She shut her eyes.
Please don't be him…
Her eyes slowly opened. All she could see in her vision was white teeth, with a smile that ripped through his cheeks like a reptile.
The nightmare man!
Wake up.
This isn't how the story ends. This isn't how it's supposed to go.
So many things that have been left unsaid, so many feelings that have been left untouched.
I'm falling for Damon.
God help me, he is horrible, he is wicked, but when we're alone there's something I just feel. Something inside of him that longs to be found! I can't die before I find it!
Wake up!
Bonnie's eyes fluttered open. She was still alive; at least she had that going for her. There was candle lighting surrounding her body in a circle. The walls were covered in Greek writing repetitiously written over and over. Her wrists and ankles were tied to tent posts that had been hammered into the hardwood floor.
She knew enough about spells and incantations to recognize the setup for a ritualistic killing. She could smell something putrid nearby. Bonnie tried her best to lift her head, looking for any possible exit strategy. No windows, no doors, only a small staircase. She was in a basement.
The corners of the room where the light couldn't reach were pitch-black. Bonnie's eyes fixed on one corner, the darkness almost seemed to move. Her heart stopped.
An arm was twitching out of the shadows. She could hear the murmurs of the ancient Greek the creature spoke. It was stepping out into clear view. The Nightmare man was no longer clothed in a hoodie and jeans. He wore a long black cloak that was parted open enough for his bare, olive chest to be seen. Characters and symbols were painted all over his disturbing skin with blood.
"A hundred years ago, this tome was mine," The nightmare mans voice echoed.
Bonnie couldn't stop staring at the creature and the way it moved.
The creatures' fangs shot forth from his gums, his long fingers stretching out towards Bonnie's chest.
"ἀμβροσία—So young. Your nectar will be sweet…"
Please, wake me up…