A/N: Okay, so I was expecting mixed signals about the 'cocaine' bit. And I know I don't need to say this but (I feel like I owe an explanation to the people who didn't like it) having her partake in drugs was something I chose - although it was difficult doing so - to show Bonnie is also flawed in some aspect. It doesn't mean she's going to turn into a coke fiend (not all people get addicted to drugs the first time they abuse them). Really hope I didn't offend anyone by the usage of drugs - it's rated M for a reason and not just because of sexual situations. Now moving on, thank you to everyone for their responses they really mean a lot to me. I wanted to get this chapter out sooner but with school and all... y'know. I also didn't want to make this seem rushed so I figured this would be perfect for a saturday although I'm no to thrilled with it. For face claim of Damon's mother I envision italian actress Monica Bellucci and Alexander, a young Ryan Phillippe. For any Stefan lovers reading, please don't hate me for this (you've been warned). It's all a part of my 'diabolical' plan.
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Chapter 8: Latex, Drugs and Blow Part 2
Damon found himself driving at almost sixty mph in a forty-five speed limit zone displaying asperity. Having heard of Bonnie snorting cocaine escapade angered him to completion. The timid woman he thought he was originally dealing with resolved him to believe she was the female version of Tony Montana. He wondered how long she had been doing illicit drugs; if that was her thing. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he was led to believe. Knuckles were turned achromatic because of the great amount of pressure being applied to the steering wheel. Though he would never admit, a part of him was tickled by it - excited even.
Pulling onto the dark street revealed a mask of cars closely lined from side to side. With nowhere else to park, he stopped a few houses down. The uncontrollable stentorian music blaring notified him of their location. He took long heavy steps that resembled his attitude. Once he reached the front of the house, out came Stefan and a wobbly Elena - but no Bonnie. Stefan was well aware of the distressed look on his bother's face. Obviously he knew she and Katherine shared very similar physical attributes. He meant to explain this to Damon sooner, rather than unexpectedly.
"Damon, I ca-"
Holding a hand up to Stefan's inverted square-shaped face. He simply stared at Elena for a minute before she spoke up. It took all of Damon's analytical intellect to accept the leggy brunette standing in front of him wasn't Katherine.
"Why are you staring at me?" Elena tilted her head to side while scrunching her face up caricaturely. Not understanding why the outlandish albeit handsome man stared so deliberately. It was becoming irritating when he didn't respond, not to mention the decreasing rate of her high. Hiccup. "Stefan, why is he staring at me?"
Stefan moved to wrap his arms around her in a comforting motion. "It's okay, Elena" He voiced lowly in her ear. The troubling effects of Damon's unorthodox behavior proved challenging for both she and Stefan.
"Where is she?" Damon finally asked, letting his eyes wander off to his urbane brother.
"Inside, she had to use the restroom." Running a gentle hand through his locks, Stefan used the other to rub Elena's back soothingly.
"Go wait in the car... " Using his index finger to point them off in the appropriate direction, Damon smiled at Elena's bothered face. In time the duo would set off but not after Damon put a hand to his chest. "You and me...we're gonna' talk about her." He said, motioning between them and then adding Elena into the equation.
Walking away to locate their means of transportation, a oscillating Elena asked, "We aren't going with him are we?" Hiccup.
Their conversation eventually faded out the further they got which impelled Damon to find the misplaced deviant. Entering the house coerced the stong smell of herb to attack his nose violently. Of course he had smoked hash a few times back in his private school days. But as times advanced so did the diverse strains of marijuana.
A populace of the women dancing raunchily laid eyes on the unbelievably handsome man stepping foot through the front door. Though he had no attentive in them. The only person he had eyes for tonight was Bonnie, who just so happened to be leaning on the wall talking to a stocky - built guy. For a minute he let his crystalized orbs settle on the neoteric enticing woman. There was something antithetically alluring about her that he couldn't quite put a finger on. Rather it was the deep smokey eye she sported, a mix between the black dress that fondled her every curve or just the fact of Damon knowing she was intoxicated; riveted him.
Look at her.
Provoking him. She smiles. Hypnotizing him. She laughs. Obsessing him.
Bonnie listened as Jeremy went on to tell her about the trip in Long Beach. Again she smiled after hearing him explain to her of them venturing into an 'elderly' nudist side of the beach. Looking away in a torrent of laughter, her gaze traveled upward to where she saw him. Standing there in the middle of the dancing myriad, sticking out like a sore thumb. The post euphoric state led her to believe she was in fact hallucinating. Though the gruff sight of him chilled her. Shutting her sight, she inwardly citing 'there's no place like home' thrice. Bonnie had hoped that the effects of the cocaine was causing her to hallucinate and Damon hadn't really been standing there. Slowly opening her eyes confirmed her suspicions, instead of the Salvatore disappearing into thin air, he was now jaunting towards her.
Jeremy recognized the worried expression on her face and called out to her. "Bonnie, you okay?" However, she didnt respond. In fact her gaze was fixated forward which cause him to look into the same direction. The unfamiliar face of the dark-haired man advancing brought Jeremy out of his high slightly. Not liking the facial semblance, he took a protective step in front of Bonnie.
Damon nearly sneered at the immediate gesture coming from the younger man. Who he thought he was protecting Bonnie from was questionable because Damon came here to get her and wasn't leaving empty-handed. Stopping a feet or two away from Jeremy, Damon lifted his eyebrows in amusement. "You're in my way."
Jeremy smiled sarcastically, obvious not impressed by the calming tone of his words. "I'm sorry but do I know you?"
The uncontrollable blinking of Damon's eyes displayed how thin his patience ran. But instead of acknowledging the man-child any further, he turned his attention to Bonnie. "Bonnie..." He only continued after she shifted a bit to the side, revealing herself once again. "Let's go." Reaching out, Damon suddenly latched his hand around her wrist to escort her out. A callous hand came into contact with his leather-covered arm. Letting out an equally square breath, he turned his barbarous stare on Jeremy after eyeing his hand. "I suggest you take your hand off of me unless you're prepared to part ways with it."
Watching the scene unfold nearby was Tyler, figuring it was time to intervene since things were getting physical. Heading over to the trio,he removed Jeremy's hand. "Jeremy, I think Vicky was looking for you... in the kitchen." Between the intense stare down, Tyler knew first-hand that Jeremy wouldn't really have a chance if a fight ensued. "Go ahead, I'll take care of this."
Reluctantly, Jeremy eyed Damon for a few more seconds before he finally set off into the crowd.
"Bonnie, you alright?" Tyler asked in response of a hand still on Bonnie's wrist. But the pair were to busy engaging in an intimate staring contest that Damon abruptly ended.
"She's fine... I said let's go."
"No, I have to find Elena and Stefan." She said, snatching her arm away from his firm grip.
"Their outside, waiting." It took most of his restraint to resist the incentive to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out. This bit of patience he had left depleted.
Bonnie turned her defiant stare over to Tyler who glared at Damon. "I'll see you back at the house Ty, okay?" After waiting for him to nod in acknowledgment, incessantly she turned on her heels and hurried along through the crows with a heated Salvatore on her heels.
Once outside, Damon easily caught up with a fleeting Bonnie "Stefan called you, right?" There was no other way Damon would be here.
"He did..." Damon trailed along behind her, his acute eyes burning a whole through her back. "So, is that your thing?"
"I don't have a thing, Damon." Having her ego stroked by the cocaine gave her a boost in attitude that gravitated in the tone of her words. Right now, this was her world and she wouldn't let him or his nosy brother bring it down. "It's none of his business and it's not yours either. I'm a grown ass woman and I don't owe you or anyone an explanation..."
Rather he snap and take her down a few notches, Damon remained quiet, convincing himself that this wasn't her talking. As they continued to walk down the side-walk on the cool night, the music dulled out. Bonnie felt amazing in all the newfound sense she accumulated tonight. She stared into the craters of the moon, envisioning herself snatching it straight out of the midnight sky. It was hers. All of it and more.
The hard slamming of the driver's door awoke a sleeping Elena who sat in the back seat with Stefan. Bonnie shut the door with the same momentum as Damon which earned her hostile stare.
The florescence from the street lights ran though the car as it was brought to momentum. On route, everyone remained quiet until Elena cunningly brushed her lips around Stefan's ear, whispering a obscenity. Having the unrestricted view of the pair via the rearview mirror, Damon kept an observant eye on the brunette. Directing her eyes ahead, Elena caught him mid stare.
"He's staring again... Stefan."
Stefan's speculative gaze found his brother's through the reflected mirror. "Damon, I didn't get a chance to introduce you but this is 'Elena'." He stated, adding efficiencies to her name. "Elena, this my brother Damon." Stefan hoped this would take some of the edge off for both of them.
"Well maybe now he'll stop staring like he wants to 'eat me'."
"Get her under control, Stefan." Damon demanded, refusing to be disrespected in his own car.
Sighing in frustration at the uncanny situation subsisting itself to him proved affliction. Trying to calm an already hyped Elena down, Stefan noticed they passed up the exit needed to charter them to their home. "You missed the exit."
"No, I didn't." Damon corrected.
"We're supposed to be taking them home."
"Yeah, great idea... let's take the two, three sheets to the wind, laced up girls home to take care of each other." Damon voiced sarcastically at his brother's negligence.
"So, where we going?" Stefan interrogated.
"We aren't going anywhere, but I'm taking you and your..." He paused, unable to find the proper word for Elena. "person back to your dorm where you can take care of her for the rest of the night. And Bonnie's going with me back to Beverly Hills" Where he would deal with her.
"Oh no, there's no way Bonnie's going with you... right Bonnie?" No answer. "Bonnie?"
"Would you be quiet she's sleeping and I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter." The shrewd sly smile airing across his lips advised Elena to seek resolute elsewhere.
"Stefan." She complained.
"Elena, she'll be fine... It's not like it'd be the first time she stayed the night with Damon." Stefan decided to be direct with the badgering woman.
"Precisely."
...
Damon pulled along the designated area of the university's dorm site. Self-evident that he was relieved to be dropping off Stefan and the aggravating entity in the backseat. "Alright, lovebirds. Bye-bye now."
"You better tell Bonnie to call me as soon as she wakes up." Elena withdrew from the backseat of the car now staggering along the grassy lawn to the quads.
Stefan on the other hand stayed behind to engage in a brief conversation between his brother. "Damon, I know this looks weird, really weird but Elena doe-"
"I told you we'd talk about it later... now run along." Smiling lethargy in the premise of posolutely shedding the younger Salvatore, he waved him off.
Taking a step back, Stefan watched as Damon rode off, leaving him to look after a gauche Elena.
...
Waking from her drunken slumber, Bonnie opened eyes to find the car still in movement. Glancing to the vacant backseat livened her up. "Where's Elena and Stefan?" She asked and received no answer. Shifting over in her seat so that she was able to stare at Damon steadily, a hand came up and trailed along the side of his face. "Damon." Her voice soothing. Calming.
After stopping at the red-light, he faced the precocious woman. The softness of her hand still lingering around his prominent jaw line. Their eyes drawn to one another; a fuse of ice frosting the viridian forest. Slicing into each other.
Though it wasn't until the SUV sitting behind them honked impatiently on his horn at the light change. Bringing his attention back to the road, Damon noticed the first drop on rain landing on her side of the windshield. And following immediately after were the on sight of droplets loitering.
Rain.
...
Opening up the front door to her condo, Katherine uncovered a soaked Emily formulated in tears.
"Katherine, me and Conor got into another fight... please."
The door was pushed opened further with the skeptical woman stepping to the side to let a hysterical Emily in. "Come on."
...
Pulling into the large gates that protected the mansion, Damon brought his car to a stop near the fountain. The rain still pouring heavily formulated the two to procrastinate exiting. "Why did you leave earlier?"
"I- I wasn't feeling well." Bonnie hiccupped. "So I caught a cab home."
"Yeah, and what happened to 'it'd be rude of me to leave without saying goodbye'." Damon mocked.
"Why don't you and Conor get along?" She asked, deflected his question with one of her own.
Staring at the slickened scene ahead of him, Damon huffed clamorously. "The truth?"
She nodded in disorientation.
"I fucked his wife." He admitted straightforwardly. Also thinking of Emily's neighboring relationship with Katherine. In his defense, he only slept with her in an attempt to wound Katherine - intentional. Irrational thinking and several glasses of bourbon damaged his general friendship with Conor - unintentional.
"Emily." Bonnie added. A part of her not really surprised by his words. That's just who he was so it would seem.
"Their relationship was already in ruins...Here." He remarked in an effort to vindicate for his action's. Shedding off his leather jacket, he placed it over Bonnie's lap, leaving him to be saturated that much easier. "C'mon."
...
The mansion was quiet, it's elegance artlessly radiating through that settle her into a phase of luxury. Light belonging to the chandelier dimmed as they made it into the grand foyer. Bonnie shivered exceedingly on the account of the wetness appending to her exposed legs and hair. Damon's jacket helped considerably but not thoroughly.
Copiously soused in rainwater Damon started for the double staircase, not bothering to announce Bonnie was to follow. Standing there for a minute left her to realize he wasn't coming back down. Ascending up the steps teeteringly, she followed the same path used before to find his room. The doors again were left slightly opened as she pushed her way inside. Everything seemed as it was this morning only difference was the freshly made bed. The sound of running water coming from the door adjacent the bed notified her that he was in fact showering. She slipped out of his dampened jacket, tossing it on the ground along with her clutch and kicked off her shoes. Vacillating her way over to the bed, Bonnie launched herself on to the mattress. Effects of her tunnel vision caused her thoughts to drift off into transfusion that she didn't even notice when the shower stopped.
Nor did she realize when Damon moved to the bedroom. Staring at the shoes, purse and jacket trailing to his bed. Barely there for a few minutes, yet she's already marking up the place.
This was his territory. And everything in it. Including the little busybody occupying his space.
"I'm not going to clean up after you. Pick up your things... and my jacket."
Opening her eyes in view of the ceiling, Bonnie hazily leaned up. Coming into sight was Damon adorned in solely a pair of black satin silk pajama pants. She made a face of melancholy before sinking down onto the floor to collect her things. Crawling over to the first shoe, near the edge of the bed but something caught her attention. Pulling out the book like item, disclosed to be a photo album. Shaking his head in displeasure at her locating the book, he watched Bonnie open the first page.
The first photo displayed a stunning woman who smiled gracefully aside his father. "Who is she?" Bonnie asked, completely taken back by the young woman's beauty.
"My mamma, Giselle."He answered, referring to his mother the way he always has and will.
"She's beautiful Damon." Her eyes scanned over the various photographs of the woman. With each turn of the page revealing more of the Salvatore family. A picture of Stefan and Giselle posing cheerfully on the beach.
"She isn't dead, so you can go ahead and ask."
"Where is she?" It was pretty apparent that Damon's parents were divorced. But in the photos of them together, she could see there was so much love between the two.
"Italy... she moved back after the divorce because it was too much for her. My father refused to let her take me and Stefan, as if he could break her heart anymore. She gave him everything." It was the only thing he resented Giuseppe for; breaking his mother.
"How did they meet?" Bonnie ventured into the Christmas season montage of photographs. Pictures of Damon and Stefan sitting next to the impressive tree slashing through gifts with joy.
"In Italy, she was fifteen, pregnant at sixteen when my father moved her to America to expand his business... After I was born and the company really started to take off... he had to take more time out from his family to work. Stefan came along and everything seemed was perfect but the older we got the more we started to realize things weren't as perfect as we though. I had just turned seventeen when they decided to tell me. Barely a month later and my father was already celebrating with his new wife in Vegas." Damon decided to leave out the part of how he suspected Lucy was messing around with Giuseppe even before the divorce.
For the first time, Bonnie saw that Damon was actually trying to be open with her about his life - well his parent's life. And as she turned to the last page, the image of Katherine and Damon smiling in excitement set her off, in the completely opposite direction. But not as much as the final image adjacent to their picture. An ultrasound. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand it was a baby. Shutting the book, Bonnie pushed the album back in its original spot and collected her belongings. "Where should I put them?" The tone of her voice was distant, cold even. For reasons unknown, it irked her that there was a strong possibility that Damon could be a father. Still, she didn't waste her breath on even asking.
Twisting his face in chagrin because of the fierce tonality in her words left him bewildered. He had forgotten about both pictures that he positioned in the album years ago. "The closet."
Wandering over to the doors that led to the walk-in closet, she flippantly tossed her shoes, purse and his jacket inside. "I'm going to take a shower now. " Muted, Bonnie journeyed into the bathroom where she would clean up.
Damon watched the stilled door, the intonation of rushing of water seeping through shortly after.
...
Meanwhile
The door to Stefan dorm room slowly crept opened. A relatively slender guy slid in between the door before he closed it quietly. Stalking over to the sleeping figure laying underneath the sheets was Elena snoring deafeningly which puzzled him because Stefan never snored.
Ignoring the already alarming signs and darkened room. The man removed both his shoes, let his shirt fall to the ground and scurried along to the bed. He crawled onto of the body with passionate intent as he pulled the cover down and placed a brisk kiss on what he thought was Stefan.
Slowly coming to by the light pecks was Elena who grinned in satisfaction. Finally Stefan was showing her that he had some sexual interest. The smooches became more obtrusive. "Stefan." Both teens moaned in sync.
The light came on, revealing to both that the person they held so dearly was actually standing near the light switch.
"Ahhh!" A loud ear-piercing scream could be heard throughout the entire dorm originated from Elena who widened her eyes in horror. "Get off of me."
"Stefan, you naughty boy. And here I was thinking you were a complete fudge packer." The attractive blonde haired stated, taking his timing on moving off of Elena.
All four pairs of eyes landing on the red-faced Salvatore.
"I can explain."
"Stefan, who the hell is this... and more importantly what the hell is he talking about?" Elena asked accusingly.
"Excuse me, who am I? I am Alexander Leon, son and heir of oil tycoon Emilio Leon." Alexander fired back as a response for Stefan. Again, he was looked to for the grand explanation. "Pleasures all yours." Alexander stood up to locate his lost shirt.
"There's something I need to tell you Elena..." Looking down in abashment, Stefan sighed heavily before revealing the truth.
"I'm gay."
...
When Damon returned to the room after an hour since the water had stopped yet another thirty minutes later and Bonnie still hadn't come out. Setting the tall glass of amalgamous crimson liquid on the nightstand, he made his way over to the bathroom door.
In the sophisticated modern bathroom, sitting on the antique white ceramic floor Bonnie stared at the small four shaped cornered package. It was her first time holding the foiled vellum with the cylindrical circle protruding from the surface. A condom. It's the yellow one. Her pleasure. He cares. The stench of latex radiating from the lubricant encasing the condom filled her senses after she teared open part of the wrapper.
In her attempt to find a bottle of aspirin, instead the variety pack stole her concentration. She was interested in finding out what they felt like and hoped Damon wouldn't notice one missing.
Standing on the other side of the door listening faithfully was the Salvatore who heard rustling. Pushing open the door announced a rather amusing sight. "Having fun?" He asked, eyebrows wagging and a minuscule grin creeping across his lips.
A rush of adrenaline clambered through her body as her eyes came into contact with his. "I was just..."
"You were just what, Bonnie?" Damon questioned, taking alarming steps into the site.
"Curious." She added.
"You were curious." Walking over to the green-eyed beauty appearing so chaste yet he had to remind himself that she was anything but innocent; not according to tonight. Damon held his hand out in expectancy of her handing over the love glove. "Give it to me."
With no other choice, Bonnie quickly surrendered it to his grip. Lowering her eyes in embarrassment of being entangled red-handed rendered her reserved.
"Now watch, very carefully."
"What are you doing?" Bonnie asked at the sight of him lacing his fingers on the hem of his pajama bottoms.
"You were curious right... Well I'm going to show you, watch me."
Time dawdled, sounds diminishing with no noise other than their inaudible breathes in addition to Damon's prelations. Cyan spheres never left the verde globes as he slowly shifted the satin trousers over his sinewy hips.
Bonnie felt the fluttering sensation that took a course throughout her partially empty stomach. Her eyes never leaving the sight of his crotch.
Lowering his pants further revealed his coagulated cock. His manhood. It's what makes him a man and he felt compelled to expose it to her. It was swollen, the tip round and thick in proportion to the rest of it. The condom - rolled-on, ready to endure lush pistoning strokes, maintaining the latex net against swelled expulsions, prepared to penetrate centerfolds.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" Damon asked lowly.
"Yes." She whispered.
"Is this what you want?"
Watching devotedly, Bonnie devoured the sight currently nodding affirmatively. The urge surging through out her core as the tingles manifested. Aching, caused her to squeeze her thighs together in the premise of relieving some of the tension building. Sexual hormonal assembly produced profusive amounts of juices that began to coat her outer sex. The smell of Bonnie's arousal scented the area delicately that filled his nostrils while he separated her crossed legs. Damon tactfully managed to position himself directly between her open legs, his erection now pressing against her wet sensitive clit. Wrists were easily pinned, rendering her incapable of getting away. A soft involuntary whimper escaped her pink lips with the sudden suggestive grind of his hips. Silencing her, Damon's lips captured Bonnie's into a yearning kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance. Bonnie loved feeling the warmth of him against her as she could feel the hot flesh of his condom covered member stabbing at her entrance; begging to be inside. It was threatening. But Damon through sheer willpower willed himself to stop. He wouldn't do it this way. Not with Bonnie in the current state she was in.
"We need to stop." He said, staring down at her as she was still quaking with excitement, eager.
"No, Damon." Bonnie groaned in protest. Hot and flustered, hair disheveled, flushed cheeks and chest heaving rhythmically.
"Trust me, Bonnie. I don't want you waking up tomorrow regretting this." Removing himself from her parted thighs, Damon went to dispose the unserved condom and put away 'little' Damon.
Leaning up from her spot on the floor, Bonnie ran a balming hand through her messy locks. Coming back into the bathroom with a white t-shirt in his hands, he transferred it to the young woman. Again he left her alone to give her time to change.
When Bonnie changed into the three sizes too big shirt, she inwardly cursed Caroline for convincing her not to wear a bra. Evident, the erect nubs of her nipples bulged out against the fabric. For that reason her arms were kept firmly crossed over her chest while she moved into the bedroom.
"Drink this."
The cup of dark red liquid was passed onto to Bonnie who made a look of disgust.
"What is it?"
"A concoction... So you won't wake up sick, now drink it and lie down."
Bonnie did as she was told and surprisingly it actually didn't taste so bad. She sat on the edge of the bed, downing the rest of the drink. Damon on the other hand, lowered the lights and controlled the remote to bring out the large TV projection screen.
Scarface. They both watched silently until Bonnie eventually drifted off to sleep.
...
'Say hello to my little friend'.
Due to the surround sound, Bonnie woke from her slumber as the loud sound of gunshot drummed through her ear. She found herself alone in Damon's California King bed. Feeling between the sheets to locate the remote, she planned to stop the movie.
Leaving the bed, Bonnie walked over to the bathroom. "Damon?"
Nothing.
The patio. Nothing.
Opening the door and peeping out displayed a hallway sans Damon. With only Damon's shirt clothing her, she felt it would be inappropriate for her to be walking around the mansion in search of Damon. Yet she knew at three o'clock in the morning both Lucy and his father would be sleeping. Choosing rationality, Bonnie stepped out of the room in search of the missing Salvatore.
And after wandering the colossal estate, the faint nose of water grabbed her attention.
From the large bay windows covering the indoor pool that sat ceiling to roof displayed the effect of the rain. The water was extremely blue for those of regular pool water. Glancing around the avant-garde room, Bonnie had yet to see the Salvatore. She took a another step inside. The sounds of the water sloshing against the windows could be heard.
Unexpectedly a rupture of water came as Damon's head popped up to the surface. Swimming over to the edge, two firmly sculpted butt-cheeks came into view as he pulled himself out of the pool.
"Well if it isn't sleeping beauty." Damon teased. Turning around in all his glory.
"What if Lucy or your father sees you?" She asked, bright-faced.
"There in Rancho Palos Verdes for the weekend." They had the house, or should he say mansion to themselves. "We're all alone." Damon reported, taking the white towel to cover up the goods.
Rubbing what little of her arms that were exposed from wearing Damon's oversized T-shirt, Bonnie shivered. "Can I ask you something?"
"Fire away." Stepping over to the wet bar, he refilled his empty flask with the mahogany colored liquid.
Following in pursuit of him, she stopped just short of a few feet. "You and Katherine use to date right?...Did something happen?"
"Like you said earlier, it's not your business..." Damon answered in the same manner in which she did hours ago.
"I think Ms.- Katherine has something against me because of you and that is my business. I think I should know..." She said worriedly. "Come on Damon. You say we're friends but you won't let me in. Be open with me... be vulnerable."
Turning to the young teen, the expression on his face solely daunted her. "Are you ready to see me at my ugliest moments, Bonnie?... You're not ready to see my vulnerability because you can't handle it. Look at you, you're shaking..." His cerulean orbs bored into emerald hues. As he advanced upon her, she took cautious steps backwards until her frame touched the glass of the windows.
"You don't scare me Damon." Bonnie stated firmly, lifting her head in defiance after barricading the trembles.
"Ma mi stai spaventando(But you're scaring me)." While Bonnie looked at him in awe due to his sudden change in language, Damon continued. "Lo non mi fido di me con voi(I do not trust myself with you)." Saying it in his native language was his own way of admitting to his feelings, even if Bonnie didn't understand. That was the point. It was the only way.
"I didn't know you spoke Italian... what did you say?"
"I said, go upstairs... and go back to sleep." Fabricating his words cooly, he allowed his face to revert back to normal. Damon bought the silver flask to his lips and took a gorging swig. His lids drifting lowly over his bloodshot cerulean eyes. Onyx locks that laid across his forehead and ivory skin all appearing dewy as the light from the moon shined through the large bay windows.
"Damon-"
"Bonnie... it's alright. Go back to bed." He said reassuringly.
Nodding solemly, she turned and started for the door but not after taking one last look.