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A/N: Holy Smokes! I did not expect such a blast in reviews for this little story that I used as a little stress reliever lol. Wow thanks so much for the awesome reviews I wish you all cupcakes and a genie;). Oh and petrovacurls pointed out to me that if Klaus dies then evryone else would so for this story we're giving that little part of canon a big eff you lol. In the story the only people who go down with Klaus are the other Originals.
"Vampires and Hybrids and Witches Oh My…"
Three girls dancing on a table is way better than three girls and a cup, Tyler surmises as his head falls back onto the cushion of the couch. Caroline is bending it like Beckham and her lacey panties are giving Tyler's other head so much life.
Caroline is using the bottle of Patron as a microphone as she shakes what her mama gave her. The song "Moves Like Jagger," had the party going, but not the way he wants it to be. How he wants it is with four less people and a room with a four post bed with a certain blonde spread eagle. Well two brunettes wouldn't be that bad either; it was enough of the Ty man to go around.
Welp decision made. "Let's kick this party up a notch!" he yells over the blaring music pulling the blonde into his lap.
She's shocked only for a moment before glassy blue eyes narrow. "What do you have in mind?"
When his lips touch hers the question is answered.
Damon rolls his eyes at the two canoodling on the couch. Where is the chase? "Don't get any slobber on my couch." he shouts over Adam Levine.
He changes course watching the little witch rotate her hips in such an entrancing manner; when a drop of liquid hits his chin he eyes the room viciously looking for the culprit only to realize its his own drool. She's tossing her head to and fro, dark locks swaying in the wind she's creating. As their eyes meet he swears he feels his heartbeat. When she winks he holds his lip between his teeth and kicks his foot. He's blushing. He's really blushing, on the inside of course.
He zips away upstairs as she turns her attention back to the booming beat. It was time for him to go treasure hunting.
Five minutes later Bonnie lets out an exasperated sigh. She's all danced out and the alcohol has her thirsty and tipsy. She scans the room for her husband. The words still get caught on her tongue sometimes and she hears a small voice in her head telling her that shit isn't right; but the pull she feels towards him is stronger. It cancels everything out and she lets it.
"Anyone seen Damon?" she pants hand to her heaving chest.
Stefan halts his slow grind with Elena his forehead contorting like raised blinds. He shakes his head no and Elena doesn't answer at all.
Caroline comes up for un-needed air with a quick question of her own. "Has anyone seen Matt?"
Ten pairs of eyes survey the Salvatore living room seeing no trace of the blonde-haired blue eyed boy. When they began their drink-a-thon 2 hours ago he had been there. Now? Poof.
"I believe he slipped out oh, maybe, I don't know…hour, hour and half ago." Damon shrugs from his perch on the doorframe, arms behind his back.
"And you didn't say anything?" Bonnie asks increduously. It's more out of habit though, because something inside her was uncaring of the matter. "Its dark out what if he gets hurt?"
He reveals one hand only to shoo her worry away. "Who cares about the Mutt."
"Matt." Caroline corrects in a sneer.
"Tomato tamato. Bon-Bon I have a present for you upstairs." he leers ignoring the blonde.
Against her will her eyes shine in expectation and curiosity. "What kind of present?"
Damon's smirk widens to a full grin. "Its big and—"
"Okay I don't wanna hear anymore please Bonnie just go see." Caroline interrupts both hands on her ears.
She worries her lip clutching the dark crystal hanging from her neck, but gets up and closes the distance between her and the vampire.
Stefan watches as Damon allows Bonnie to walk in front of him and as his 'pseudo-ex husband' spins on his heel they see the small black box in his hand. He drops it in his back pocket, but its too late the cat is out of the bag. Before Elena can let loose the noise in her throat Stefan's hand is over her mouth and when she gives him disapproving eyes he just shakes his head. When he hears footsteps overhead he removes his hand only to replace it with his lips.
"Did you really want to ruin his surprise?" he asks with amusement dancing in his eyes.
She smiles genuinely and offers up a "no," even if the real answer is yes.
The words 'pissed off' aren't strong enough to describe the feelings the Hybrid has running through him at the moment. He feels more than a little 'pissed off' he feels downright murderous.
Not only was he incapacitated by a bunch of lowlifes, that he's so graciously allowed to live, but they absolutely ruined his Stuart Hughes' suit. The one-of-a-kind creation he was currently flicking dirt and leaves off of. The blood caked on the silk tie and shirt would have to be dealt with later. Rebekah's good with such things like stain removal he thinks upon briefly. Hell Rebekah is good with clothes removal period.
Klaus gets to his feet eyeing the now night's sky. The sun has set so he figures he' been down for a good 4 hours. Time was running out and that damn witch was going to get it along with that asinine vampire. He buttons up the dirty jacket and combs through his curly mane. He's going to kill every single one of them slowly and make Bonnie watch without feeling an ounce of guilt. He's tried to be lenient and nice, but this time he will be ruthless.
A sigh escapes Bonnie's mouth as she walks down the hallway. She really doesn't know why she's leading the way in a house she isn't privy to. She's mindlessly walking until Damon pulls her back into a room she's just passed.
He closes the door and that obnoxiously sexy smile is still plastered on his face. She wants to laugh because he looks kind of 'Taylor Swift-ish,' but the excitement in his eyes warms her heart and she's smiling back just as dumbly.
"What?" she says airily crossing her arms as he stalks up to her like the predator he was made to be.
"Nothing." he says tilting his head like a lost dog. "Can a husband not want to be alone with his wife?"
Her eyes look to the door then back to him. "I don't know, a wife usually has a ring…" she trails off waving her left hand like she was on a float in a parade.
"Oh not that again. Have you ever thought that maybe you took it off?" he faux complains. "Besides you said it earlier so no take backs."
"Have we reverted back to childhood? I can to take it back! I said that because I thought you were dying." she says matter-of-fact.
Her words would have hurt if he wasn't used to her saying one thing and doing another. Very hypocritical if you asked him, but he knew the little bird loved him too. He'd seen his reflection plenty of times today who wouldn't love him? If he could he'd marry himself, but she'll do.
"Then why did you save me then?" he sneers.
"I don't know, maybe I do stupid things sometimes." she says on a shrug. It sounds good enough to her ears.
"Whatever I know we're married." he huffs folding his arms.
"How!" she can't help, but snap this whole thing sounds off. She's beaming inside as he cricks his neck. She's getting a rise out of him, and she feels triumphant.
"I don't know witch!" he barks causing her to jump a bit with his change of tone.
"From the moment I woke up and saw your little ass in my arms I knew you were mine. I felt a sense of protection and responsibility over you. More importantly because I feel it in here." he finishes pointing to his heart wild blue eyes on her.
Bonnie's riddled speechless, but she can't allow him to just be right. She has to question him, has to be difficult. She doesn't know why, but it feels normal.
"That's probably the same thing you told Stefan" she mumbles lowly knowing that was a lowblow."Vampires don't have beating hearts."
His lips press into a thin line. He yanks her arm from the safety of its twin and plants it on his left breast. For a moment there's nothing; just his tepid hand wrapped around her warm naked skin. Just when she's ready to say 'I told ya so,' her hard eyes soften. She feels a soft thump. It's quick and weak, but its there. She felt it. Her eyes shoot to his and after knowing that she probably won't feel the beat again she curls her hand into a fist.
He clutches her clasped fingers never breaking their eye contact. "It beats for you."
She wants to tease him. Tell him how cliché that sounds, but his lips press against hers. Green eyes are hidden behind honey lids and the world is once again foggy. Her hands go to burrow into his hair, but only one makes it because the other—her left one—is still being held captive to his chest.
He's unclenching her fingers slowly one by one running his pointer down each, but when he reaches her ring finger it isn't the tickling of his nail she feels; but coldness of something else sliding down it. Her eyes snap open and she's speechless.
It's a ring.
A gold band with a diamond cut into a shape that favors a heart.
And its big. Just like he said.
"Oh. My. God." she manages breathlessly her eyes are wide as saucers, her heart is beating so fast she cant even decipher if its beating at all. "Damon."
The older Salvatore is smirking so hard it hurts. "I decided that I've liked it so far and bam! I put a ring on it." he jokes.
"I can't believe you actually got me a ring." she says in astonishment. "You're not as much of an arrogant asshole I thought you were." she gushes.
He smiles taking her compliment to heart. "Careful Bonnie I might start to think you actually care."
In the speed of light her arms are around his neck and for the first time today Bonnie is the one initiating the kiss. "We wouldn't want that." she says against his cool lips.
"Tell me you love me." Damon moans into the kiss.
Her eyes roll at the request; can't he see that her tongue is a little preoccupied right now? She breaks the kiss to his dismay. "How about I show you instead?"
Blonde hair casually flips to the side blue eyes piercing the whimpering young man. The sooner he answers her questions the less she'll hurt him. He was after all so darn cute.
"Cut the amnesia crap Matt and tell me what happened to my brother." Rebekah booms again. Slight irritation in her heavily accented voice.
"I don't know." he groans trying to keep consciousness.
She rears her hand back and slaps him across the face again. She hears a bone crack this time and knows she used too much force. Sighing she runs a nail over the exposed portion of her breast and pushes his droopy head against it.
"Drink." she commands.
He shakes his head in the negative; provoking her to push him further into her bosom, her blood coating his pink lips. He has no choice but to drink unless he wants to die of asphyxiation via boob. Somewhere some old creepy man was wishing for a demise so sweet.
The feel of his tongue and lips on her breast has the beauty smiling from ear to ear. She can cross him off the list of things she's taken from Elena along with Damon and Stefan. Even though she had Stefan first.
She moves away from him deciding that he's breastfed enough for the day. "Where's Klaus Matt? Next time I won't be as generous with the healing."
"I promise I have no clue where he is. Please let me go." The blonde currently being held up by chains begs.
Rebekah rakes a frustrated hand through her hair. This morning she had her day perfectly planned. While Klaus was busy with the witch she would go to the Salvatore abode, grab Damon, and torture the shit out of him for using her. The nerve of him to take advantage of her and thinking he could get away with it.
After going through her usual morning routine she'd set up the torture room in one of the studies on the main level, but when she made her way to the hall a pang shot through her chest. She dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks watching the graying of her arm before seeing only darkness.
However many hours later she was restored and livid as hell. The witch, the vampire, or the hunter daggered Klaus. Both Elijah and Kol were out of town so a daggered Klaus was the only option. If she hadn't been caught in the crossfire she'd tell her brother that's what he gets for being cocky. She knew the witch was just blowing air with her decision to help them. There was no way she was turning on her friends. Anyway upon waking; she raced out the door to finish her mission only to see a fleeing Matt running in the opposite direction. In her anger she grabbed him and decided to torture the answers out of him, but now she was thinking she should have stuck with her first thought.
"Matt you're much too lovely to be so useless." she drawls before knocking him out.
Back at the boarding house the party is still in full swing. The foursome are all wallowing in laughter, drinks, and good music. The air is tensionless and everyone is carefree-for the most part. They're having fun just being kids, a feat they never experience in the real world anymore.
Tyler and Caroline are in the middle of seeing which one has the higher alcohol tolerance, they're toe to toe for awhile, but when Tyler gets her to flash him its decided that he's the victor.
Stefan and Elena are still dancing whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears like the couples you see in all the movies from the 60s and 70s. Its very sweet. Its very innocent. Its very them. The old them before Elena let Damon swindle himself into her thoughts, and maybe her heart. For this moment its her and Stefan as it should be. As it will be one day again.
Bonnie and Damon are a tangle of limbs as they consummate their marriage on a bed that strangely reeks of Stefan. So much so that Damon is determined to make love on every piece of furniture and in every nook and cranny until all he's assaulted with is the smell of wildflowers and vanilla. A smell that is Bonnie. They're connected in everyway possible and he's in a mixture of ecstasy and bliss. He wants to travel in the Bonnie-mobile more often and he doesn't mind being her personal broomstick at all.
The front door opens and closes suddenly, but the music is too loud and everyone is caught up in their own thoughts that they don't know they're in trouble until its too late.
In a matter of seconds Stefan is 'snapped' out of Elena's embrace and Klaus is the one now holding her delicate fingers within his own. His smile is cynical, eyes dark with contempt, and the smell of her fear is lovely. Tears are welling in her doe eyes as a scream escapes her lips. He's popping her fingers one by one painfully slow. Sadly for him he can't snap her neck like he's done with the other three. He needs her around; but he can still hurt her though.
He chuckles thinking back to the shocked look on Caroline's face when her eyes fluttered open to see who she was kissing. He snapped her neck before she could complain though; talking is something he doesn't particularly like her to do. Not to mention it serves her right for dismissing him earlier.
He sighs at the shortage of fingers, but like all things this part of his torture must come to an end. For his finale he bends her pinky back going for something a little different then the 'pull and pop'. He frees her hand after the satisfying 'crack.' "Don't move from this spot or make any noise until I say so." he whispers to the wheezing doppelganger.
She watches him flash up the stairs. The fact that she has to supress her cries is making the pulsing in her head stronger. She feels like she's holding her breath and as much as she wants to pass out she can't. Her orders are to stay put and be quiet even if it makes her cheeks as blue as her flimsy fingers.
Bonnie's words are pants, sighs, and whimpers; and he swears he hears her melodic voice expressing love. The words spewing from his lips are hardly coherent or English; he doesn't know if the moans she's letting out is some kind of hex or enchantment but he's enraptured. Cursed to be her loyal 'do boy' from now on just from the taste of her. It isn't until he has her braced against the wall that the spell is broken.
His hands had trailed down her neck and when they reached the dark crystal he tugged it to pull her closer, but the chain broke from its place falling into his palm.
Damon's eyes shoot to the no longer onyx, but translucent crystal. The apology on his tongue fizzles as his mind is unclouded from the spell. Recollection seeps into its place soon after. Steel-blue eyes meet horrified muddled green and he's frozen in place. Inside Bonnie. Bonnie! And this whole thing is awkward. He wants to joke about this, toss it in her face, but he's so damn confused and mad and this is BONNIE!.
He feels her wriggling in his grasp. Her right leg is already sliding down his thigh in search of freedom; but they're still joined at the middle so it does nothing to break the embarrassing position. It unfortunately merely adds to the tension. They begrundgingly grunt in pleasure, but its short-lived when he feels his presence. He steps closer without warning; the movement simutaneously pushes him further into Bonnie she's ready to protest but he places his finger against her lips. He's speaking thru his eyes and she gets it because she now feels it too. The darkness. Her mouth is moving and he's guessing she's doing some incantation to mask her beating heart.
Their noses are barely a centimeter apart. Bonnie's eyes are closed, she refuses to believe this is real. This is simply a nightmare and she is not wrapped around Damon right now. Less than a nanosecond later Stefan's door slams open colliding with Damon's back. He bites back a wince and tries not to move. His concentration is wavering from Klaus because every exhale Bonnie lets out he's inhaling. He's kind of annoyed that she can simply close her eyes at a time like this; they're in this together. Literally. So he's silently challenging her to open those pretty little eyes the hell up. Now isn't the time for embarrassment they'll get enough of that when all this is over and Stefan gets a whiff of his room. Its eerily quiet and Damon thinks maybe, just maybe Klaus is too dumb to look behind the door.
"Well, well, well isn't this a sight for sore eyes?" Klaus says mockingly from their side.
Okay one more chapter left i think. Reviews are love;). Will Klaus follow through with his plans or will Bonnie be able to talk him down? What's next for Bamon and how will their tryst effect the group? See ya later guys thanks for reading.