A/N: Thank you guys for all the responses! This is sort of a cliffhanger but it's still fairly long. Enjoy.
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Chapter 13: Feelings, Emotions and Musings.
The Salvatore Manor, Wednesday, September 4
8:40 A.M
Waking up, feeling a sticky wetness from between her thighs—Bonnie's cheeks warmed in nostalgia of the things that took place last night. It urged her to experience concupiscent thoughts; an itch that she wanted scratched...again. But the memoir of last night alone was not enough to make her over look the passing of her best friend. And just like a light switch came back all the tenebrific sense.
The constant thing on her mind was the mien her and Elena had for one another. Just to think that her dying friends final scrutiny had to be an unpleasant one ate Bonnie apart. Of course she'd forgiven Elena for laying hands on her by this point. There still lingered the attention of Bonnie knowing about the brunette's problem with drugs. However, Damon was correct in stating that 'Elena was an adult and she was responsible for herself' but the teenager did not necessarily see it that way.
Maybe, just maybe if Bonnie had said something. Or if the group had tried to intervene then she wondered if things might have played out differently.
Deep in her thoughts—startled by the pale arm enveloping her petite frame into a taut hold. Warmth and hardness overtook her backside.
"Bonnie."
The soothing aria of his breath flickered against her ears, and distracted her from herself.
Bonnie turned her head towards him and saw that his eyes were still closed. He appeared to still be in slumber and when she nudged him, he moved slightly and mumbled something incoherently.
She was convinced that he was still asleep.
Bonnie was very grateful that Damon had numbed the pain enough for her to have a good nights rest. If he wanted to hold her in his sleep then she would not rob him of that.
So they cuddled the rest of that morning.
Downtown Los Angeles, 9:52 A.M
Katherine debated on whether she should go through with it or not. For this long she had considered Giuseppe's warning strong but the urgency of this was among different circumstances. She decided she would tell Damon about the cancer just in case anything happened.
He deserved to know.
She sat in her Nissan, watching countless of people enter and exit the building. Kat rehearsed what she would say several times. Gathering the manila folder, Katherine departed from the vehicle and headed towards the tower.
The elevator took her to the thirty-fifth floor—highest point of the tower and so she figured his office would on that floor. There was no one on the floor which led Katherine to believe she was early. Stepping out brought her into the reception area. The brunette simply walked around the hall where she could see the glass door and the name 'Damon Salvatore, CEO'
She reached out for the door knob but found that it was locked. This immediately vexed Kat but she was a smart woman. So she returned to the reception desk to start her investigation.
Whoever the secretary was did not take security in her best interest because all the drawers were left unlocked. It did not take Katherine long to find a key, one she could assume was a spare for the Salvatore if he misplaced his. Before leaving, her doe brown eyes saw a picture set on top of the desk. There was an older woman standing next to a much younger, and prettier one.
"So predictable, Damon." Kat rolled her eyes.
Maybe now he would hire someone a little more qualified for the job.
Salvatore INC.
"Are you sure you left them here."
"I mean yeah, I had when I came to your office."
Damon led Bonnie out of the elevator and down the hall to his office. He was just about to put his key to the door but found that it was already open. Perhaps one of the janitors forgot to lock it back once they were done.
He would deal with that later.
And the fact that Enessa was late.
He pulled opened the door, allowing Bonnie to go inside before he.
The first thing Bonnie spotted were her keys sitting on top of the tabletop. And then Katherine sitting on the receiving end of his desk ever so docile.
Silence crept into the room, tainting the air around them. Too many thoughts to count, too many emotions to feel in one contained area.
"What in all fucking tarnation are you doing here?" Damon asked calmly.
The woman lowered her eyes to the floor as she suddenly felt cornered. Bonnie was not a part of her plan to tell Damon, clearly. On another note, it did anger her to some degree to see that he was still lugging her around after so many months had passed. She was sure he would have became bored long ago.
"There was something I needed to tell you."
"I'm listening."
Katherine eyed Bonnie long enough to send a secret message.
It was well received. The teen took the liberty of crossing the distance to his desk to retrieve her forgotten keys. And when she went to leave, Damon pulled her to him.
"We're not done yet."
The brunette wasn't in earshot but knew his actions too well.
"Say what ever it is you need to say then leave."
She sighed deeply, "Are you sure? I mean, I really didn't think you wanted everyone in your private affairs."
"Get out." Damon had reached the end of his patience regarding her antics. "Your wasting my time now, and time is money... lots of money."
The leggy woman stood up abruptly, void of any emotion she simple saw red."I just thought you wanted to know that Emily is pregnant." She almost smiled at his reaction.
Damon's mouth fell open a small measure. His eyes lost much of the fire and filled with laminated concern.
"And y'know there's that small possibility that you could well, y'know. I think she's right at six months now-hmm, I'm not real sure but maybe you should give her a call. " Katherine walked past Damon, smiled and then left all together.
The door closed and not even five seconds later did Damon throw one of the chairs across his office. A loud shatter boomed with it, knocking a glass lamp to the ground. Bonnie flinched when the once beautifully crafted light source plummeted to the floor. She lazily brought her half lidded jade hues to the Salvatore. The teen was unsure what to say only that she wished she had not heard any of it.
But she laughed. And it shocked Damon.
"So there's now a chance that you could be having a baby with a married woman."
It had to be a joke.
"No, I can't be." He shook his head and looked at the mess he created.
"So you used a condom, and made sure you pulled out or at least made sure she was taking some form of birth control." Bonnie shook her head, "Otherwise I don't know how you think for certain you're not the father."
Damon swore he heard jealousy.
"Why are you talking like that?" He could barely believe how crude she was being.
"Well did you?"
"No..." Damon shamefully admitted.
"To all of them?" She couldn't help the grim look that crossed her face.
"I made a mistake."
"A mistake that might cost you the rest of your life." Bonnie felt sick to her stomach. It was a horrible unexplainable feeling and she knew she needed to make like Katherine and split. "You should listen to her and call Emily now that you know... And do whatever you can to help ease her pregnancy until you are for certain."
"..."
"You should have just let me leave when I tried... Instead you once again let her have that power of you." Her words struck deep. "That wasn't something I should have heard and you know it."
Bonnie couldn't even look at him because of the disgust she felt in that moment. Instead, she pulled the door open and left without another word.
Damon hesitated but left his office in pursuit of Bonnie only she was gone behind the doors of the hoist. Taking the steps down two at a time, he descended hundreds of stairs before he reached the bottom. He would be feeling that tomorrow morning.
Running over to the security officer on patrol, he was able to speak in torrents, "There was a woman, who got off the elevator just now" He paused to take in a breath. "Which way did she.. go?"
"Pretty golden skin, green eyes and-" The officer stopped, realizing that his next words weren't at all proper "Yeah, she headed that way, towards the A garage."
He rushed through people scattered throughout the lobby until he reached the garage.
Carefully he eyed the lot looking for a silver prius but did not find one. Carelessly, Damon wondered out in front of a SUV that slammed on their brakes and honked at him. He wasting no time in moving, "I'm sorry... I was trying to find someone important to me." The windows were tinted, but slightly rolled down so he was sure whoever it was heard but they continued out of the lot. "Important enough to make me lose my own life apparently." Damon tagged on.
Santa Monica, Later that Afternoon
Bonnie sat in the dinning room with Tyler, Caroline and Trevor.
"Do we have to talk about this now?" Caroline questioned.
"Kind of yeah... the landlord was kind enough to give us a couple more weeks considering what happened but the longer we wait the harder."
It made enough sense.
Trevor moved his eyes over to Bonnie and observed that she looked troubled. Even when she first walked in the door. He was aware that the young woman did not come last night.
It was depressing to imagine her in another man's bed. Spending the night and letting him do whatever to her. She was so young and innocent in his eyes which meant she was an easy target to get preyed upon.
He continued to watch her unnoticed until her eyes sought out his. The man quickly looked back to Tyler who started speaking again.
"I'll pay her share of the rent til' the lease up... but after that, you guys are going to have to decide what's going to happen with the house..." Tyler glanced to Bonnie. "Me and Caroline aren't going to keep paying rent here after that. So whether you guys wanna cut the rent in half, or go your separate ways."
"What's today?"
Everyone looked at Bonnie in confusion.
"It's Thursday." The blonde answered.
Bonnie left the table to find the calendar in the kitchen. Using her index finger to scan through the dates, she cursed.
Caroline joined her, "What?"
"Last week I promised Luka I would have dinner with his family."
"And what?"
"I can't really go."
"Oh, Damon wouldn't like that would he?"
"I don't care about that." Bonnie rolled her eyes at his name. "I just mean that, I'm supposed to be grieving."
"Bonnie, everyone grieves their own way... You can't let it stop you from living your life. Or fulfilling the promises you have made to people." Caroline continued, "You shouldn't just sit around the house anyway."
"Where did all the wisdom come from?"
"Life." Caroline placed her hands at the top of her stomach. "If you promised him then you seriously have to go."
"You're right." She sighed, "... wanna help me do something for later?"
The Jordan Residence, 8:05 P.M
Bonnie arrived at the Jordan residence just five minutes passed eight. She was nervous to say the least, more so because of the fact she would not only be seeing Conor but Emily as well and that was unsettling. The last time she had seen Conor, he had attacked Damon around the presence of others. Bonnie could conclude that he definitely had a temper. And might have not liked the fact that she'd be in his home.
And according to Katherine, there was a strong possibility that Damon could potentially be the father of Emily's unborn baby. The teen had yet to meet the infamous woman so Bonnie chose to saved her opinions until last.
After checking her facial visage, Bonnie vacated her vehicle in search of the front door.
Ring Dong!
She stood there patiently until the door was finally opened to where Luka greeted her. His bright smile instantly shone away any type doubt she was feeling in that moment. The young man quickly brought her into a hug and he led her inside.
"Bonnie... you look, beautiful." Luka couldn't help but let his eyes cryptically trace over her body. The way the white turtle-neck dress seized every arch of her body—ending at the bounds of her knee. To his surprise the ends of her hair were lighter; ombred. She chose to keep her make-up light and neutral, applying on a little blush, eyeliner and pale lipstick.
"Thank you, " She smiled. "You don't look so bad either ."
Luka grinned as he led her down the hall into the living room.
The young woman took that time in checking out her surroundings. It was pretty clear that a woman owned the house just considering it looked so well-kept. Elegant pieces of furniture combined with earthy tones of paint bonded the home together. Like a house you would expect to see out of a magazine.
"You have a nice home." Bonnie commented,
He let out a fit of laughter, clearly amused by the young woman's observation. "You really think I had anything to do with this?"
She pondered the thought comically, "Yeah, you're probably right."
Sounds of running water caught Bonnie's attention and again the nervousness set in. Luka could see the perturbed expression dictating her face. And just as he was about to further pursue her troubles, his pregnant sister-in-law waddled into the living room. His light eyes traveled over to Emily and no soon after did Bonnie follow his gaze.
Upon finding her, Bonnie immediately took note of the belly protruding from her lissome body. It instantly brought Katherine's words back to her mind and to think Damon could be the father put her in a somberly mood. But for the time being, Bonnie placed a faux smile on her lips-real enough to fool the two before her.
"Hi, I'm Emily." The light-skinned woman held her hand out trying to introduce herself. Emily was honestly not expecting the young woman to be so beautiful and exotic looking. If anything, she was expecting to see another simple, plain jane-doe that Luka usually brought around; but something was different about this one thought Emily. "And you must be the "friend" Luka said was coming over."
Bonnie took her hand without hesitation. "Bonnie. Nice to meet you... Your home is lovely."
Something in Bonnie's her eyes sparked a curiosity deep within her. "She's a keeper." She said lowly towards Luka . "Thank you. And aren't you gorgeous..." Emily complimented.
Again, she was doing her best to let her mind conclude that their was more than one Bonnie in California and it had to be coincidence. This could not have been the Bonnie Emily helped Katherine get information on and potentially wreak her life.
It just couldn't could it?
"And how do you guys meet?"
"We go to school together." Luka answered.
Emily nodded, still not enough information to make any further observations. "Well dinner is ready."
Salvatore Manor
"Again, we're so sorry we couldn't attend the baby shower." Lucy again apologized for and her husband's absence of the late celebration.
Carol shook her head, "No, it's absolutely alright. How was your trip to Barcelona?"
"It was great! We had such an amazing time."
Damon downed the remaining wine in his cup before motioning to the server that he desired a refill. He moved his eyes over to Caroline who he noticed wasn't eating. There was something about her body language that almost worried him. The Salvatore concluded that she was obviously still grieving about the loss of her close friend. Tyler on the other hand seemed annoyed.
But he was all but curious about what was going on?
Giuseppe announced that the marketing investors had agreed to take Damon's offer.
This was essentially good news to Damon, since halfway through him writing the proposal, Bonnie showed up unannounced-fully distracting him. And because of the tremendous night they had, Damon ended up rushing to write it out that next afternoon. Which had been very challenging as his mood was affected negatively by Katherine's uninvited visit. Her appearance being one thing but the bomb she dropped on him. That was something he couldn't overlook.
Damon honestly did not know what to do. If Emily was caring his child, it could ruin everything for him including his relationship with Bonnie. It could ruin his career, his personal life...
It would just ruin every fucking thing.
"Wow, I never would have guessed they were going to agree to it..." James Lockwood commented. "We've tried to get them to accept an offer for so long. Good work, Damon."
"Thank you."
Caroline reluctantly ate a small bit of her fish but it was a mistake. The baby boy was not to fond of the halibut and for it she immediately felt nauseous "I need to be excused." With that, the blonde removed herself from the dining room.
Tyler apparently did not notice or did not care. One way or another, Damon was truly concerned about the woman. He excused himself as well after another ten minutes had gone by.
8:25 P.M
The trio had started with their dinner that consisted of Steak sirloin, baked red potatoes, and garnished brocoli and melted cheddar cheese. And Bonnie was extremely elated to receive such a delicious home cooked meal. It had been a while.
Bonnie had learned that Emily was born and raised in California, and that she had another sister named Danielle, who supported anything that had to do with the earth and a traveling nurse for a mom whom often ventured to other parts of the states. And her father was a federal agent.
"Has she retired yet?" Bonnie asked, still half curious of Emily's background.
"I wish, my mother still does light traveling but her husband keeps her grounded." Emily offered a slight smile. "What about your parents what do they do?"
"Well, my dad is an attorney..." Bonnie trailed off, hoping to leave the conversation where it was.
But Emily wasn't satisfied. "And your mother? What does she do?"
Bonnie lowered here eyes to the edge of the table before trying to think of a practical of answering. "She, uh- I don't really know. My mother wasn't really around... she left when I was young."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Emily honestly felt bad for brining up something that was clearly a sensitive topic for the young woman. She honestly couldn't imagine growing up without her mom yet even though she did travel a lot-frequently leaving her and her sister Danielle still had more moments than none with their mother to be grateful for.
Luka attempted to clear the air. "This steak is really good."
And at the precise moment, the front door closed, alerting all that Conor was home.
Bonnie raked her fork through her potatoes once Conor entered the dining room.
"Hey sweetheart."
Conor leaned down and pecked his wife on the lips, his eyes eventually landing onto Bonnie's.
"Bonnie right?"
The teen nodded and offered a smile despite the last memory she had of them. "Nice seeing you Conor."
"Likewise."
"You too met before"
"Yeah, we met at the Country Club."
Emily relaxed "Oh...well I'm gonna grab your plate, hun." Emily stood up from her seat and retired into the kitchen only to return with her husbands plate of food. `
Beverly Hills, The Salvatore Manor 8:30 P.M
Drink in hand, Damon found Caroline outside in the back yard sitting underneath the gazebo located to the left of the manor. It was also one of his favorite places to recluse to when he needed space. With its modern design—a fish pond at the edge, and lavish sofas seated around from corner to corner. Atop of the gazebo were silky drapes of white fabric that flowed unrestricted in the nights wind. She was carefully rubbing circles around her ample spherical belly as she stared out into the night. When he approached her, it was apparent that he frightened her because she retracted her hand from her stomach sharply.
"Hey..." He took a seat on the sofa beside hers.
Caroline eyed the Salvatore once he set down besides her. "Why are you out here?"
The man couldn't help but laugh softly. "This is my home, do I really need any other?"
She clicked the tip of her tongue against the root of her mouth, yet she knew his words were true. "I guess not, but I kind of wanted to be alone."
"I can understand that." Damon let his eyes fall from her face down to her stomach. "Are you two feeling okay?"
Nearly grey orbs glanced down to her the protrusion in front of her, "I just don't know what I've gotten myself into." She could see the confusion written all over his face and continued to explain her words. "I feel like I'm trapped in the Lockwood house... Everything we do it's basically because Carol wants it. Like I told Tyler I didn't wanna' live with them after I have the baby and what do they do, moves us to another room where we can put a nursery in." Caroline shook her head simultaneously. "I love Tyler, and I want us to be a family but I just feel like he's letting his family dictate our relationship...I mind as well just hand the baby over to Carol after I give birth because at the rate we're going that's exactly what's going to happen. Cause now I've just been watching the light from Tyler diminsh...We don't have fun like we use to have anymore." She brought her eyes back to the Salvatore. "I'm sorry for rambling on about my problems."
"No, it's alright. I don't mind at all actually. I wanted to talk to you about some things too."
"Really? Like?" After another moment of silence, Caroline took it upon herself to answer for him. "About Bonnie?"
Damon lolled his tongue around in his mouth. "Perhaps."
"Was she feeling better last night?."
He couldn't let his eyes meet hers. Damon thought she might have been doing good but after their last conversation; he wasn't so sure. "A little... Y'know she partially blames herself for what happened."
Caroline did not know what to say, "We all do. Everyone feels like they could have done more than what they could." The blonde leaned back against the cushions. "I talked to her earlier and she see-"
"What did she say?" Asked Damon hurriedly.
"Uh- not much really. Just that she was going to take some time off from work to attend the funeral next week."
"... I tried calling her and inviting over for dinner tonight but she didn't answer."
A look of trouble crossed over Caroline's face and Damon witnessed it. "She had plans already."
"Work?" He was sure that he did not like the fact that Bonnie was ignoring his calls once again. However, Damon was going to extract any information he could from Caroline. It seemed suitable for the time being.
Caroline debated on whether she should say something about it or not. And now that she gave it more thought she believed it would be better to stay out of this one, surprisingly. "Yeah, I'm not too sure... she didn't say exactly." But of course she know that she would be dining with another guys family.
But better for everyone that Damon would not know Bonnie would be under Conor's roof.
"Oh... oh well then."
"I know what you're doing by the way..." She grinned at him. "Trying to probe me to get intel on Bonnie.
He brought the glass to his lips, letting the loud substance glide down smoothly to the back of his throat leaving a dry fire behind. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Does Bonnie know you drink a lot?"
Hiccup."She knows too much I fear." Was his response.
"So she scares you?" Caroline asked with an incredulous look on her face. Surprised that he feared her knowing too much considering Damon did not strike her as the fearsome type. Especially of women. But that was a speculation she made within the few short months of being around him.
"She scares me in a way that makes me scare myself." He brought his eyes to the blonde. "But I want more of her. I just fear that if I take too much I might break her... " Then he closed them, thinking back to when he nearly did tear her apart. "She makes me feel out of control and I find myself wanting to do things I wouldn't just for her sake." And opened them again as he gazed over to the small pond. "I know she probably doesn't feel the same way but I don't care... I still want her." This is where he laughed. "Maybe I can trap her..."Damon joked by his own dark musings over the young woman. "Got any ideas?"
Have you ever met someone and tried your hardest to stay away from them because you knew you were completely wrong for them? Wrong in the sense that you did not deserve them and they deserved better. Because that is exactly the way Damon feels about Bonnie and to be quite frank—he cared not that he wasn't right for her. He wants to keep her to himself; selfish of him to overlook the small details. But he thirsted for her deeply. And it conjured a strong mania of hunger and infatuation with the teen that consumed him. Damon's doting over her at times became crazed and the thoughts inside grew obscure, perverse even. He hid it well. And he was good at it. Though he joked to Caroline about trapping Bonnie, it still did not stop him from inspecting the ideas.
Just thinking about it had his heart rate pacing above the normal speed and all he was doing was thinking. Perhaps it was overwhelming to let himself get lost in his thoughts because of her. And he only found himself doing it twice since meeting her.
Caroline shifted uncomfortably in her seat for multiple reasons. Listening to Damon talk so darkly about Bonnie led her to but one conclusion. Like he was spitting verses from his marriage vows but something more maniacal. Although it was a tad creepy on her behalf, she did not fully mind hearing him speak freely on his thoughts of her close friend because she knew he was being genuine.
"You love her..." Caroline calculated his words, smiling in trial. It was a simple fact of observation and neither he or her could deny.
Those words instantly brought Damon back to reality. Damon opened his mouth to defend himself but ultimately closed it again. This was not a time to lie, especially not himself.
Because what he felt for Bonnie; love did not even began to sum it up.
"There's just something about her, something inside her that I... need."
He then questioned why he even bothered telling Caroline.
Both knew that Damon had just a bit too much to drink; that might have had something to do with it.
"Hey, we're even now." He said, in regards to her rambling earlier about her escapades at the Lockwood home. Now reminded of the remaining alcohol in his cup caused Damon to kill the rest.
Meanwhile
"So how is Damon?" Conor kept his probing eyes on Bonnie as he placed a fork full of the savory steak into his mouth.
Both Emily and Bonnie experienced the same bothered look but for two different reasons that either were aware of.
Emily took a long sip of her sparkling water and cursed mentally at her husbands irate behavior. He was obviously doing this to spite her but at last she could put silence to the rampant thoughts singing theories in her head.
This was 'the' Bonnie.
The odds were clearly not favorable to Bonnie because how was she supposed to answer the question. It would be rude to ignore it or turn it down, worse if she lied and too obvious if she down played her relationship with Damon. But all she needed to do was clam down- relax her mind better yet and stay in control of the situation. If it wasn't clear by now, she could finally placed together that Conor was an asshole. Else he bring up the same man his wife had an affair with right in front of her. Disrespecting her in front of his brothers guest as well.
"He's doing great actually." Bonnie answered the only way she knew how.
Conor nearly snickered at the answer but kept all responses to himself. Now don't get him wrong-it wasn't like Conor wished death upon the Salvatore but he also knew he didn't want anything good coming his way.
It was just frustrating that his life seemed to revolve around the Salvatore's in more ways than none. Like for instance, 100% of their money was at some point coming from them. Conor was no fool and he was fully aware that even the money he made at the auto shop came from the Salvatore in some aspect. With the assistance of his wife working directly for the company.
But, anyone who knew the truth could tell that Conor's problem did not lay with the Salvatore's. They stemmed from his wife. He practically hated and loved her at the same time. Conor would do anything for Emily as she was the root of his existence, the foundation of his mindset yet when he would let his thoughts drift off all he could think about was her bent over with Damon behind her. At times he thought about hurting her, making her pay for what she did too him. In all honestly how could he really hate Damon for what he did. His wife was an attractive woman. Emily chose to break her wedding vows, and no one forced her into his bed.
Bonnie just so happened to be the closet thing to Damon that Conor knew he could get to. And while she seemed like a sweet girl, that did not matter to him. He was too far gone in wanting to make Damon's life a living hell that he did not care at all who he had to go through or use to do that.
Looking through the cracks, of the fake and plastered smile Emily wore daily; the woman was honestly worn to the bone. Her marriage with Conor had its low points, and took whatever blame that happened between her and Damon. She was the one who actually initiated the sex between them. Emily was well aware that Mr. Salvatore was out-of-town when she showed up at the manor. And the bullshit documents she needed to discuss with him were only a cover to get her there.
However, she did not mean to sleep with Damon. At least that is what she told herself but she couldn't stop once he invited her in. It was that same excitement Damon sparked in her that made her forget about her union with Conor. Which led her to opening her legs to the young Salvatore. But what had it cost her?
Only her life.
"I'm done." Conor not so gently set his fork and knife down, excusing himself from the table. "Nice seeing you Bonnie." He stated before leaving all together.
Sitting there in her chair, Bonnie announced the same and continued to consume the last bit of her food.
Emily, tried to call after him but it was no good effort. "Sorry, he's just really tired." The woman apologized sincerely for her husband's behavior.
"No, it's completely understandable... I should actually getting going." Which in essence was true considering she had to go home and pack for departure tomorrow night.
Luka wanted to intervene but he could tell that his brother's negative attitude also affected Bonnie in a way too. "I'll walk you out." He ended up saying instead.
She nodded, "It was nice meeting you Emily."
Guilt struck Emily through and through. She still could not belive the young woman she helped Katherine get information on was standing in her dinning room. Not only did she feel guilty but also remorse for sinking so low . All to salvage a friendship that was constantly being pushed to breakable limits. That wasn't her and she knew it. Bonnie seemed like such a lovely young girl, and couldn't figure how anyone could come to hate her without knowing much about her.
Her personality was kind, genuine that sparkled a compassionate regard for others. Emily sensed a high appreciation in her even over something as simple as a home-cooked meal. And for those reasons, she wanted to warn the young woman about Damon before it was too late. In Emily's eyes, Bonnie was way too young trying to take someone like him on. His character is overbearing, and by nature, Damon resembled a demon. A formidable demon that cared not about the feelings of others.
He reminded Emily of a person who trap a fly with his charm,, waiting for the precise moment to pull off their wings for amusement.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Sorry for Katherine trying to ruin her life and her taking part in it-more importantly sorry that Damon had taken an apparent interest in her.
She smiled at the older woman, "Goodbye Emily."
"Have a good night Bonnie."
...
The moons gentle light casted a silver aura over Bonnie's bronzed skin and the pair had stopped just short of her car.
Luka eyed her vehicle carefully. "This you?"
"Yeah, I needed a change...It fits me right?" She asked, turning back to find her new baby. Bonnie had traded in her Prius for a sporty 2010 white Scion tC with custom black rims. Her grandmother had sent her some "freedom" money to do something just for her. No bills, no school, just her.
"Mhm." He smirked.
"Thanks for inviting me, I haven't had a home cooked meal in...a while." She admitted.
The young man couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to her lips. And he shocked both of them when he leaned in and stole a kiss from the unsuspecting girl.
Unaware of the attentive eyes watching from the upstairs window, the curtains were drawn shut.
Bonnie quickly backed against her vehicle, completely caught off guard by his actions. She then shook her head. "I'm sorry...I just wanna' be friends."
Luka tried not to look defeated—getting shut down did dampen his spirits considerably and he attempted to smile. Keyword; attempted.
"I understand." But he really didn't.
"Can I have a hug goodbye?"
"Of course." Without hesitation, Luka found himself into a friendly hug. After letting go, he said. "Get home safely okay."
"I will. I'll text you."
And with that, the teen was off.
"And you haven't told her yet?"
Caroline shook her head, and received a look of shame from Damon. "I know we leave tomorrow night but I just found out earlier and I know she had plans today so I didn't wanna' ruin her night." she added, "But if I can't go... maybe you could go instead. I mean, you're the boss now so you can take time off whenever, right?"
She had just told him that she was not going to be able to fly with Bonnie to Oklahoma as the doctor strongly advised against her from traveling aboard planes at that point in her pregnancy. And if Carol had anything to do with it she would see to it that Caroline remained in California even if it meant taping her to a chair. Which was another reason behind her sour mood for the night.
Damon passed Caroline another fretful look. "Why can't Tyler, or one of the girls go? "
"Because, Tyler works. Vicky didn't really like Elena to begin with, Rebekah is going to visit her grandmother in Newport Beach and would you really want her going with another guy?" She continued. "I know Bonnie would appreciate having you there. And I already set everything up with the hotel and rental car so all you really have to do is just go and lend her your shoulder. You know you want to."
Caroline had a valid point there. Damon definitely did not want Bonnie with another man in another state no less. But she would never go for it.
"I strongly doubt Bonnie would go for that."
"You know that for sure." Caroline commented.
"We are talking about the same Bonnie right? Then yeah, I do...besides, our recent conversation wasn't exactly so peachy."
"So apologize and make up... " The blonde glanced at Damon briefly, "She might surprise you."
"There you are, come on dear we're leaving." Carol had peeked her head around the gazebo and found Damon and Caroline chatting. It didn't alarm her. Why would it? She knew Caroline not to be foolish enough to step out on Tyler.
She frowned just a bit. "Well, that's me." Caroline felt like a small child who couldn't decide anything for herself at times and now was no exception. "Nice talking to you... don't forget to tell Bonnie your going with her to Oklahoma."
"Bye friend..." Damon falsely smiled at Carol. "Goodnight Mrs. Lockwood."
"Have a good night Damon." The mature woman turned on her heels and followed the younger of the two back into the estate.
He lingered outside twenty more minutes. Again letting his vivid imagination run wild. His cup was empty and that was turning into a problem that he wanted fixed. But he decided that he would have just one more glass.
...
When Damon retired to his room he didn't bother turning on the light which was a mistake because he bump into the lounge bed.
"Shit." He cursed.
His leg throbbed in pain as he glanced at the furnishing in vain.
That thing brought with it the horrid memory of nearly hurting Bonnie. Every time he looked to it he was reminded. "Why won't you leave me alone?" He asked it but received no answer.
The Salvatore ignored it completely and moved over to his bed, letting himself fall face first. The scent she left behind still lingered there as he had hoped. And the reminiscence of pleasing her last night calmed him considerably. Her serene Elysian moans were engraved in his mind; the raw taste of her delicious nectar burned his tongue delicately; the pure aroma of her stuffed his nose entirely; the sight of her perfectly sculpted pussy humbled him, the way she erupted into his mouth after his assault finally pushed her to the edge.
By the end of it all, Damon had to check his head and make sure he still had hair left because he was sure Bonnie ripped some of it away as she came. And fell into a deep slumber afterwards.
She swarmed his senses. He could never forget the way she tasted. The way she smelt. The way she sounded. Or the way she felt squirming underneath him. Never had he ever felt that way about woman just from eating her out alone. Damon thoroughly enjoyed himself though, And he honestly did not need to be touched to reach that point. Just watching, tasting, and smelling her was enough. Gripping the sheets—pulled them closer to his nose, sniffing again and he groaned into the soft, ivory sheets. This wasn't enough.
He needed more.
Damon snatched his keys from his nightstand and departed from the Salvatore manor.
Somewhere in Santa Monica
When she arrived home, Bonnie was very surprised to see that Damon had been waiting outside his car. She quickly frowned at his intrusion but then again, this was Damon. He was good at making surprised appearances. Bonnie sat in her car for another mintue—arguing on how she show approach the conversation. Clearly he was not just there to lean pretty against his vehicle.
However, thinking back to earlier pissed her off again. Emotions of finding out about Emily pregnancy, and then meeting her all in the same day. She would not dare tell him that she had spent the night with the Jordan's.
"What are you doing here?"
Damon had to admit, that he found her absolutely breathtaking. He took note that her long tresses of deep brown hair were now lighter at the tips that tumbled down her back in effortless looking ripples. Honey blonde color stained it, but eventually faded out into the natural color. Skin glowed of pure golden radiance against the white dress. And then the soft gaze in her bare emerald eyes were set a flame as she cut her eyes to him.
He recognized that look. And only saw a few other times before. She was angry.
"To ju- apologize." He slurred.
She laughed in short, "Y'know you've been doing a lot of apologizing lately...Doesn't that tell you anything?"
The Salvatore approached the woman, stumbling in his steps. "It tells me that I'm doing everything I can..." Damon placed either of his hands on her head gently pulling her within a feet of him. "to make things right." He let his eyes fall over her face and found himself just staring for a while. "But I keep fucking everything up." Cursing, his mood was beginning to lose its vigor. "Just tell me we're fine, Bonnie."
There was silence.
"Tell me, please." He begged and pulled her closer if possible.
Bonnie swallowed harshly, "We are. Now let me go."
Damon dropped his hands from her face, shifted on his legs and almost lost his balance but fortunately the car was there to keep him upright. "I- I don't think I believe you..." He stated calmly. "But you wanna' know what I do think... I think I might lov-"
It was then could Bonnie smell the overpowering scent of liquor as he continued to opened his mouth. He reeked of it. "You're drunk aren't you?" She said, cutting his words off. "Of course you are." The young woman answered her question.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy. Everything spun around him as Damon struggled to keep his eyes on her. He felt the liquid rise from below his throat and he stepped behind the car, bent slightly, throwing up into the grass. It was just the alcohol. Tasting the bile, he spat, clearly disgusted by its barbaric aftertaste. Damon hadn't puked from alcohol in years and it was then that he questioned how much he had drunk that night. Obviously too much.
Bonnie had moved as well. She hated to hear and see another person vomit yet she moved closer to him, placing a hand on his back and massaged it soothingly. "It's okay. I'm here."
Damon spit again. "I'm sorry." He said as he wiped the back of his hand against his mouth—turing around to face her but couldn't meet her eyes. "I should go home."
"... You can't drive home like this. I don't even wanna' know how you did getting here."
"No, I'm fine now."
"You're not, Damon. Even if you are... I'm still asking you to stay." And there was no way she would allow him to get behind the wheel in his current state. She wouldn't be responsible if anything did happen to him, or anyone who might get caught in his irrational decision. Losing Elena was proof enough. "As your friend, Damon, I'm not going to let you drive this car and potentially kill yourself or someone else... we have plenty of beds here."
He cleared his throat. "You're not debating this are you?"
"No..."Bonnie shook her head firmly while he nodded and begin leading him, or more so assisting him to the door.
Once inside the house, Bonnie flipped on the first hallway light and the darkness was cursed away. She pulled him passed the living room over to the bottom of the stairs. He looked up, mentally telling himself that there was no way he was going to make it.
"Come, on. One foot at a time." She reminded him.
It took longer than it should have for them to get up the steps, alas they made it to the top with no broken bones.
She pulled him into the bathroom, "Take your clothes off." Bonnie pushed the curtains back, sitting on top of the ledge—switching on the faucet to the median water setting.
And for once, he did something without protesting or fighting against it. Damon started with his shoes and socks, those being the easiest then began to undo the buttons of his black dress shirt but with great difficulty.
Bonnie watched him struggle a bit longer before she rose from the ledge and stepped over to help him.
Damon let his eyes find hers. When he moved his hands to his side, Bonnie started with the second button. She had to crane her neck up just to meet his gaze.
It was the closeness of her that had his head spinning again, the way her hand would lightly brush against his chest. And when she had finished with the buttons, the young woman had lifted her hands to either side of his arms to push the shirt away.
It fell to the floor like silk and collapsed.
She moved her eyes down to the hem of his trousers. Bonnie brought her right hand forward first but Damon quickly took it in his grip. This startled Bonnie, causing her to contact his eyes again.
"Don't." He warned her.
The bronzed skin belle drew her brows together but respected his wishes all the same.
He undid his belt buckle himself and pulled each leg out one at a time.
Bonnie did her absolute best to keep her eyes above his neck but turned around instead. She caught a brief glimpse and did not find it surprising that he chose to go commando.
Screeching of the sliding curtains being push back alerted her that he was in the shower. And when she looked she got another flash of his bareness before he disappeared behind the linens.
A smile formed on her lips as she gathered up his clothing and shoes.
Damon peeked his head from around the curtains. "What are you doing?" He asked, in the manner of a small concerned child fearful of his well-being.
"I'm going to wash these."
"And what am I supposed to wear until then?"
"I'll find something of Trevor's... now shower, you can use the stuff that's in there."
Damon groaned loudly and pulled the curtain closed.
'Wearing another man's clothing' "That shit is not happening." He said to himself.
"There's a towel on the shelf you can use...Call me if you need anything." Closing the door behind brought her back into the hall. Bonnie placed her back firmly against the door. Right across from the bathroom was Elena's bedroom. And even though the door was a mere four feet away it felt like it would take an hour for her to reach the doorknob.
She took a step forward, drawing in a deep breath. It had been a long while since she set foot in that room and the last time she did, Elena had been curling her hair the night of Slater's party. Bonnie knew that at some point they would have to clean her room out. But it wouldn't be today.
The teen went downstairs to get Damon's things started in the wash and back up the steps to find something of Trevor's Damon could wear.
Bonnie entered his room, momentarily flummoxed about the fact that he had not locked it because he usually did.
She pulled open one his dresser, scanning for something Damon could wear until his clothes had dried. Something however caught her attention.
And she would have overlooked them if they had not looked so familiar so she pulled them out. It were the same pair of panties she started missing when they first moved into the house. Pink, with a mesh front and back, small flowers around the edges. Bonnie for the longest assumed one of the girls had taken them by mistake. Even if they got mixed up in his laundry somehow—the main problem concerned the amount of time he had them. Because surely he would have notice a pair of pink panties in his dresser. She found them without even really looking.
Chills crawled upon her skin, the creepiness of it seared into her mind.
What could she do?
Say 'Hey Trevor, I was going through your things and I found a pair of my panties in your drawer. Mind explaining?'
Well she could but it would be an awkward conversation that she did not want to have.
"What are you doing?"
She froze..
This can not be happening.