Chapter II

Boston

"Each of us is a book waiting to be written, and that book, if written, results in a person explained." – Thomas M. Cirignano

Arriving Boston was perhaps one of the nicest feelings I had felt in a long time, it was a feeling of peace and comfort, something Mystic Falls was lacking for a long time, even though I myself had many a time brought the place horror and misery, but that was in the past. I'd like to think of myself as an improved man with a twist, something I reserved for special occasions or when somebody really pissed me off, nevertheless I was here on a mission that was to be completed sooner rather than later.

"Mr Salvatore, your bags are ready," said a chirpy little blonde that now stood before me. "Can I escort you to your car, sir?"

"Sure," I said, a smirk immediately spreading and becoming evident across my features as I followed the woman to my car I had flown in from Virginia. There was no chance I was going to drive any of the other useless engines they had around here. I wasn't into modern cars; I was into antiques such as myself.

"I hope you enjoy your stay here in Boston."

"Oh I will, but first there's something you need to do for me," I said placing my hands on her shoulders, my blue eyes locking with her brown. I noted they were a lot lighter than Elena's; they were almost hazel where Elena's was mocha hued. Thinking about Elena brought the fight I had with her earlier that day about me leaving town for a few weeks and leaving her behind, but in fact I wasn't leaving her behind, she was going off to Whitmore College in the next week.

I told Elena that I needed to go up to Boston following a lead given to me by Sherriff Forbes seen as I had nothing to do while she was at College, but she stressed her case that Sherriff Forbes had enough personnel and that they could do it themselves. The whole conversation ended with a pissed off Elena Gilbert putting me in the bad books once again.

"What do you need me to do, Mr Salvatore?"

Jesus, this girl acted like she wanted me to take her right there.

"I need you… not to scream," I said as I stared deeply into her hazel eyes before swiftly sweeping in to her neck, effectively chomping down on her blood supply. Her blood was delicious, sweet as well as smooth as it oozed down my throat in thick streams. I could feel she was beginning to panic as I drew more blood, her body growing limp in my capable hands before I pulled back and licked my lips. "Wow, what a rush."

"It hurts," whimpered the woman I had just fed on, holding her palm flush against her neck in aid of stopping any further blood escaping the holes I had created in her neck.

I frowned in response at her, my whole demeanour a mask of my true feelings in that moment. The woman before me stood still, her eyes glazed over with tears threatening to fall at the heinous act I had just committed. I had asked her not to scream, but there was fear in her eyes, fear and hatred for the monster that stood before her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Stepping forward, I watched as she flinched away from me, but placed a hand on her shoulder, willing her to look at me. I looked deep into her eyes as I spoke, fastening her scarf around her neck.

"Shh, you will remember nothing that happened here today, you will simply continue your duties and not repeat a word I say, understand?"

She nodded.

"Good girl."

The roads of Boston were a busy place to be in the middle of the week, as much as I hated big cities, I knew there was work to be done. I had to think like a witch and think where Lucy Bennett lived, but of course my first stop would be a pub which I knew she owned. Witches and their pubs, they loved them almost as much as I did. My thoughts travelled back to Bree and her tavern, I had always thought of her as a good friend, but it turned out that she was just a lying bitch that wanted my head on a plate. Little did she know my motto was kill or be killed.

I grinned at the thought as I stopped outside a pub called 'The Boston Apex' and what a name it was. There certainly wasn't anything exquisite about this place; it was a plain old tavern in the middle of town, much like Mystic Falls to be exact. The bar stood in the middle of the establishment with stools all around, it reminded me of a cocktail bar, but from one look I could see they never served cocktails that often.

A woman with flames of red curly hair stood behind the bar, tending to an elderly man that looked like he was fulfilling his daily dosage of alcohol. Stepping forward as I rolled my eyes and took a seat beside the man on what seemed to be an old stool.

Jesus, I hope this damn thing doesn't have any splinters.

The woman with the flame-like red hair averted her gaze away from the elderly man and turned towards me. She had a pretty face with striking green eyes, yet there was something behind them that hid a hint of darkness. Perhaps she took care of the bar when Lucy was not available, but I most certainly hoped that Lucy would be here as time was of the essence. I did not have much time to waste.

"What can I get you to drink, handsome?"

My head perked up as the woman spoke, a clear Irish accent evident as she spoke. She seemed bubbly and lively, her eyes lit up as she spoke and I could tell she was quite friendly. I knew Boston was a town well known for its Irish folk, but I also knew the Irish community loved nothing more than wine, woman, and song which had the pubs around town filled with them.

"Well that depends what you have on offer."

"What is your preference, honey?"

"That would definitely be a nice warm cup of B positive, the drink itself being a message to me," I said and smirked as the woman's eyes grew large as she processed the words I had just said. I guessed she was definitely surprised as well as opposed to see a vampire in this pub, which made me frown as I knew Lucy had a tendency of making deals with vampires.

"I'm afraid we only serve the regular stuff here. Bourbon, Brandy, Vodka, you know what I'm talking about," she said with a tight lipped smile.

With a grin plastered upon my features, I turned towards the elderly man beside me who was glancing between the bar lady and myself with a great amount of interest and settled my cool penetrating gaze upon him, willing him to look into my eyes as I had done so many times before. This time was no different, and as he looked into my eyes all was lost. "Could you step outside a minute? I need to talk to this lovely young lady."

"What is your problem? Cant a guy finish his drink?"

"If I were you, gramps I would wait outside or this drink will most certainly be your last," I said, this time my voice more stern and my clear blue eyes burning into the older man's own slightly tired blue eyes.

"Sure, whatever you say."

"That's more like it," I said as I watched the elderly man leave and averted my gaze once again to the redhead standing behind the bar, her one eyebrow perked elegantly as she crossed her arms across her chest."

"Oh you know that look doesn't work on me, honey and your arms over there just makes your tits look firmer than they are," I said and winked.

"You're disgusting," said the woman as a look of disgust crossed her features. Just a few minutes ago she was calling me handsome, oh how she judged a book by its cover.

"I prefer the term sexy, actually," I said and presented her with the famous eye manoeuvre I had mastered and smirked.

"What do you want, vampire?"

"Lucy Bennett, it's important."

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"Oh of course you do, you work for her."

"I don't know any Lucy Bennett, and even if I did what makes you think I would tell you where she is?"

Oooh feisty.

"Look I've had a really bad week—no scratch that, bad century and I am not here to play games with you now if you want to be breathing in the next five minutes I strongly suggest you tell me where the hell she is," I said, adding extra emphasis on the word 'hell'.

"She's not—here."

"Of course I am here," said Lucy as she emerged from one of the doors near the back of the establishment and walked around the bar to where I was, her heels clicking against the hard wood of the floor beneath her feet. "Adrian, you can take a break. Allow me to deal with Mr Salvatore."

"I'm surprised you remember me, witch."

"How could I ever forget, you were the one that dragged my cousin in with your dealings. My family's enemies are my enemies."

"Really? Well if it weren't for you and your dealings with our dear Katherine, your cousin wouldn't have been involved.

"What do you want exactly?"

I win!

The simple look that crossed Lucy's face as she spoke about her family had me thinking twice about even mentioning what had happened to Bonnie and rather going off to find another witch to help me, but that was out of the question. I had no sympathy for anyone let alone witches who were always trying to kill me. I was going to do this to make the Gilbert's happy, so I could essentially be happy with Elena and move on with my life despite Stefan's moping.

"Well, I've come to deliver some bad news as well as to ask for some help."

"What bad news?"

"Bonnie's dead," I said as I looked Lucy directly in the eyes. She was shocked by the realization and tilted her head a bit as she processed what I said. I could see prominent frown lines now creasing her forehead and knew that this family was tight-knit unlike my own. Even though they lived far apart there was love there, something my own family had never practiced much.

"How?" she asked, her voice now supple and almost calming.

"It's a long story, but that may not be the end result. She's dead now, but I know you witches can do something, you have to."

"I wish I could do something, but I can't and the rest of my family… they're either too old or too young, and even if I could it might be too late there's only a certain amount of time in which we can perform a spell."

"The reason she died was because she brought the little Gilbert back, and he was dead for quite a while. There has to be something, you're Bennett witches."

"The spell you require needs to be done with dark magic and I'm out of that, Damon. I don't want to be involved in anything to do with vampires anymore I'm my own person now and I prefer it that way."

"What? I'm asking you to do this for your family, I thought you were all so close," I said as I scoffed.

"Bonnie is—was a grown woman and she was very capable of making her own decisions. I saw that the last time I saw her at that party and whatever happened to her is out of my hands, I don't want any part in any of this. It all ends up with a dead witch. What surprises me though is why you're involved with this, Damon. The last time I checked you didn't give a damn about anyone but yourself, let alone a witch."

"Why is it so hard to believe that I've changed? Here I am, being the Good Samaritan and trying to help you bitches, but you give me the crap that you're not involved in dark magic anymore? Bull shit! You have a big family; you can all link and do this for one of your own. What is the actual problem here?"

"You, Damon Salvatore, a vampire want to help Bonnie Bennett, a witch and you expect me to believe it?"

"Yes, actually and you don't have to be so punctual about what I am, witch. You make it sound dirty."

"I don't know about this, Damon but come on," she sighed.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"To meet the other witches of my family."

"You mean Casa de Bennett?"

"The one and only, Salvatore"

Lucy led me out of the bar and around the corner where we walked past an asylum, the building and even the walls of the place painted a grey-white colour. A smirk presented itself across my features as I thought about how I would like nothing more than to paint one nice long line of red across I, but perhaps that was something Klaus could do as Caroline had said, he was an exceptional artist.

The town seemed to be the mixture of tranquil and rowdy as I walked slowly beside Lucy, my sharpened senses taking note of the traffic bustling through the silence one minute, and then peace and calm taking over the next. Boston was in perfect harmony, and I liked that about a town, but perhaps that was the reason the Bennett's were located here among other things like the fact that it was situated directly opposite Salem. Far enough to be away from it, but close enough to draw its power.

"Sicut patribus sit deus nobis."

"Since when do you know Latin, Salvatore?

"Since I'm old, what's your excuse," I said and grinned.

"Very funny, we will see if you can make jokes when you tell my family about Bonnie," she said and led me into one of the side streets which had now become a residential area. From what I could tell the place was nothing like I expected, Myrtle Street was lined with an expanse of mansions on either side which put the Boarding House to shame.

"Hmm, impressive. I thought you witches liked to live in confined spaces."

"Whoever told you that was lying," she said and lead me up to a mansion with a large black gate in the front."

"Oh how cliché."

We walked through the black gate and down the path, but before Lucy could respond an elderly woman came walking down the path towards us, immediately glaring at me as she came closer. She had green eyes, almost the same hue as Bonnie's, only darker and I knew this woman was going to be my mercy.

"What have you done do my baby?" she asked through clenched teeth and before I could even state my case, she had me down on my knees clenching the sides of my head in pain as the elderly woman performed what I knew very well was that lovely brain cell popping trick Bonnie often liked to use on me.

AN: Thank you for all the reviews from the previous chapter, I hope you like this one too. I will try and update as fast as I can, though life can be busy sometimes. Anyway, thank you for reading and I'm looking forward to you views on this chapter.