Foreclosure of a Dream

Part 2: The Great Gig in the Sky

Chapter title by Pink Floyd 1973

I own none of TVD characters. They are the property of L.J Smith, Julie Plec and the CW. This story is for entertainment value alone.

Thanks for all the reviews and comments. I was surprised there weren't as many for Delena. I guess a lot of people out there are like me and pretty ticked off at Elena's choice to erase her love for Damon and her decision to keep her amnesia didn't help.

Okay, so this story is all in first person. It will revolve mostly around Damon's POV, because, like I said, this is really his story, but there will be chapters in other's POV as well.

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Bonnie's POV

With a gasp, I bolt upright, awakening with a snap. For a moment I'm disorientated. My head hurts, like I've overdosed on magic and my eyes dart frantically around the room. I'm on a couch at the boarding house. It's been my home for the last six months, so I settle down. At least we weren't transported to some other new kind of hell! I get up from the couch, feeling alive, energized and every nerve ending is twitching like electric currents are running through my veins. I know this feeling. It's Damon's blood. It makes me feel like I'm on a supernatural high; my body hums with the rush of power.

One thing is still confusing though. How did I end up taking a nap on the couch?

The last thing I remember is jumping into the portal with Damon…

Yeah, after months of searching we had finally found a way (without using Kai or his tool) to bridge the gap between the two sides.

It had all started when Damon and I had found a ritual in one of his books. It was a diary really, and it was written by a woman named Celeste. She was a powerful witch and she was in love with a vampire…

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We were searching through Damon's books, looking for anything magical that might give us a clue or a lead in how we could open a portal to cross over without bringing Kai with us when I found a worn leather bound book buried behind an ancient looking tome depicting Aristotle's argument on truth and fatalism. As I flipped through the book I'd discovered, reading each entry, I became more and more excited.

"Damon, what is this?"

He eased up behind me to look over my shoulder. "Looks like a diary. A really old one too. Why?"

He'd given it a cursory glance, but hadn't really looked at it. I could tell, because if he had, he would have been as excited as I was.

"No," I corrected him. "It's so much more than that. Her name was Celeste, She was in love with a vampire. A powerful vampire. She shared blood with him in a ritual to let her absorb some of his power."

Damon perked up at that. "Wait a minute. I've heard of this. It's mentioned in Emily Bennett's journal." He raced across the room to get the book he was looking for.

While Damon was searching for my ancestor's diary, I was reading and when I came to an entry that mentioned the vampire's name, I paused, stunned.

"I got it," Damon said just as I told him he needed to see what I found.

Damon read from Emily's diary. "There is a magical bond between vampire and witch. It started with the witch who made the Original Vampires. She was their mother—it's in the blood."

Damon raised his eyes. "Makes sense."

"Yeah and look who Celeste's lover was." I put my finger on the name that had caught my attention.

"Elijah," we said in unison.

"So, Elijah let this witch drink from him?" He snorted. "Figures, he always seemed like the only Original that actually believed in the concept of love. It makes sense he'd sacrifice his power for it."

"Please, like you wouldn't do the same for Elena."

"First of all, Elena's not going to suck my power out of me if she drinks from me. Blood sharing between vampires is not about a soul sucking power snatch. It's just hot." I grimaced and Damon chuckled, flaring his eyes at me. "Must be a vampire thing."

"Whatever. And she didn't snatch his power from him," I told him, speed reading through the journal, heart pounding as I began to realize Celeste's experience might be the solution to getting home. "Drinking from Elijah didn't affect his strength. It just made Celeste stronger. And the more she drank from him, the more power she had."

Damon zeroed in on what I was saying immediately and exploited it with joyful glee. "So, let me get this straight," he said and I cringed at the cocky tone in his voice. "The key to getting your mojo back—full force and then some, is in my blood. Which I would have to share…with you."

I refused to look at where this might take me. The thought of drinking vampire blood made me want to gag, but I couldn't deny Celeste's words. It was in the blood. That was the key to going home.

Damon smirked. "I'm all in, as long as you return the favor Judgy." I hesitated and Damon's expression turned cajoling. "Oh c'mon, Bon-Bon, pancakes and blood bags have gotten really old."

There was a definite whine in his voice and I think I rolled my eyes at him so hard, I might have dislodged them altogether, but in the end, I agreed to share blood with him. And that would have been fine if it would have been a one-time thing. But it wasn't. Celeste and Elijah had shared many times before her power got to the level that she wrote about in her diary. So, over the next couple of weeks, Damon and I began a routine of blood exchanges; tit for tat, he took from me and I took from him. It started out innocent enough. For Damon, it was fresh blood 'right from the tap' as he put it. For me, it was a means to an end. We wanted to go home and this was our best bet to do it without bringing the malicious Kai along for the ride. Except the more we shared, the more we wanted. To my shock, I quickly discovered vampire blood could be addictive and soon we were doing it more than once a day.

We hadn't even realized it had started becoming more about the experience, rather than feeding or a ticket to go home, until the day we crossed the line and it became obvious the blood sharing was affecting us in ways we'd never expected.

It happened the day we opened the portal…

Damon retracted his fangs from my neck and leaned back against the couch, an expression of bliss on his handsome face. "Mmm, I gotta tell you Bon-Bon, your blood is divine," he said, licking both his fingers and his lips.

I let go of his wrist and collapsed against the cushions, my body humming with power. It was like I was high. I wanted more and told him so. It didn't take much convincing to get Damon to come back for seconds, but this time something happened when we pulled back. He raised his head and we were so close. I couldn't help but notice how striking his eyes were. I could see how crisp and clear the blue was and I said something about them being so beautiful. For the first time in like ever, Damon didn't come back with some snarky comment. No, instead he just stared at me, intensely. The tension in the room was thick and we were high on blood, plus it had been six months since we'd been stuck in 1994 Mystic Falls; we were so lonely. And yeah, maybe it's an excuse, but it just felt right to lean forward and I'm still not really sure who kissed who—one moment we were just close, the next our lips were colliding and it was all tongues and hands—tasting, groping, exploring.

It was the kind of kiss that made your toes curl and I honestly don't know if we would have stopped if Kai hadn't barged in, interrupting us.

"Well, don't you two look awfully chummy?"

We leapt apart like scalded cats. What had we done? Shame flooded me as Damon and I avoided eye contact. It was the blood, I knew it, but it still didn't make the guilt any less. I had just kissed my best friend's boyfriend and cheated on Jeremy (who just happened to be said best friend's brother) all in one very foolish move!

Kai was looking for information. We had ignored him the last couple of weeks and he was starting to get antsy that we had found a way home (which we had) without him. And he wasn't having it. Except he made two mistakes that day. The first was when he grabbed me and tried to suck my magic from me like he had before, except this time I was prepared for him and the infusions of Damon's blood had worked and I could feel the power flowing inside me.

Kai's eyes went wide and he gasped. "Whoa, that is one hell of a power boost you've gotten there, Bon!"

I smirked and the entire house shook when I blasted the boy across the room, bouncing him off the wall next to the fireplace. Kai got to his feet and threatened to make me pay for that and that was his second and last mistake. Threatening my life hadn't gone over well when Damon was on nothing more than old blood bags and human food. It was a really stupid move with Damon hopped up on witch's blood. Before I could even think to stop him, Damon blurred over to Kai, yanked him up by the collar of his shirt and snapped the boy's neck with a loud *crunch*.

"Damon!" I cried, but it was too late. Kai's body dropped to the ground with a thud and lay broken at his feet.

Damon stood over him, panting. "I warned him," he said, raising those pretty blue eyes, but now they were wild, unfocused. "I told him if he ever put hands on you again…I'd kill him. He should've listened."

Damon had just killed to protect me and yet somehow I wasn't horrified or disgusted. It was the blood sharing; it was changing us. I was beginning to feel a connection to Damon that was beyond friendly and I was worried that if we stayed much longer—there'd be no going back.

"We have to try the ritual tonight."

He agreed, but we both knew it would require another blood exchange to get me powerful enough to open a portal to cross over. We spent the rest of the day gathering what we'd need for the spell and desperately avoiding talking about what had happened between us earlier.

We had everything we needed. Damon was in the parlor, setting the scene for the ritual, putting all the ingredients on the table next to the large silver bowl needed to mix all the components for the spell. He placed the four candles that symbolized North, South, East and West around the bowl in the middle of the table and stood, dusting his hands on his pants. It was time for the blood sharing.

"Okay. That's everything." He raised his gaze to mine and I felt myself falling into the stunning blue depths of his eyes. The awkward meter raised to an uncomfortable level and Damon frowned, his thick brows drawing down as he muttered a quick curse. "Stop looking at me like that!"

I wasn't sure what he meant. "Like what?"

"Like I'm a snack you can't wait to get another taste of."

"I'm sorry." I flushed in embarrassment. "Maybe this isn't a good idea…"

"It's the only one we have. And I think we both know we have to get out of here and back home—pronto!"

He was right. We'd crossed the line. "I know. And despite what happened earlier, we need to do this so we can go home."

"Right," Damon agreed. "Home. To Elena…and Jeremy." He paused, letting out a long sigh. "I love her, Bonnie, with everything I have, I love Elena. And you love Jeremy." I nodded and he went on. "I think we'd both agree we could live out the rest of our existences without them ever knowing we..."

He didn't need to finish."Yeah." In no way, shape, or form did I want to tell Elena I macked on her boyfriend, but I'm also a terrible liar. Something in my expression must have alerted Damon to my internal struggle.

"You can't be thinking of spilling the beans?! Trust me, in this, the truth will definitely not only set us free, but it'll get us single as well! And for what? Because we got carried away blood sharing. It happens, Bon. Trust me."

"I do," I said and I realized it was true. I did trust Damon. "We'll be fine as long as we remember it's just the blood making us feel whatever it is we...um..."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Damon interrupted brusquely He sat on the couch. "Let's do this," he said.

I sat next to him and he took my wrist. I didn't say a word about him choosing to drink from there when he'd all but blackmailed me into letting him drink from my neck when we started this whole thing, because it was for the best and we both knew it. He bit into his wrist and for a moment I hesitated, staring at it, at his blood, before I brought his bloodied wrist to my lips and started to drink. There was a rush of pure pleasure and when his fangs pierced my flesh, it felt so good, I let out a soft moan. Damon growled and used his tongue to coax more blood from me. My heart and body throbbed with excitement and I scooted closer. His hand tightened on my wrist and we drank and drank…and drank some more, fighting the sexual aspect of it the entire way.

When we finished, I was surging with power.

"I can do this," I told him and we started the spell.

The candles flared high, the flames shooting up nearly five feet in the air as I spoke the words in Latin that would open a gateway to cross over. And it worked! A portal opened, right there next to the fireplace, swirling with colors and pulling at us, but the energy suddenly changed and instead of taking us home, it let something in. A woman.

Damon and I shared a stunned look of confusion when a tall, raven haired woman dressed all in black and bearing a striking resemblance to Megan Fox walked out of the churning mass of colors and into the boarding house.

The portal zipped closed behind her and Damon let out a nasty expletive. He looked homicidal, but I was quiet. The power radiating off the woman was a little intimidating—even as juiced up with magic as I was right then.

"Who the hell are you and why did you hijack our ride?" Damon snarled at the woman, fists clenching.

"I am Morrigan," she replied, "Celtic Goddess of the Crow, of Death, and of War. Queen of shape shifters and High Priestess of Witches.

"Yeah, that's one hell of a title sweetheart, but it doesn't answer my other question. Why did you hitch a ride on our portal?"

"Because I could not allow you to leave my creation without meeting you."

"Your creation?" I said. "You're the one who put Kai here?"

"He killed his family-they were witches. I am the High Priestess of Witches," she said as if that explained everything.

"If you put him here, then you know I killed your little pet earlier today," Damon told her, that sarcastic smirk curled one side of his mouth upwards and I wanted to tell him not to be so cocky, but it was too late.

Morrigan turned her strange colored eyes on him and smiled. "As was expected. Pets often kill each other. The strong survive. The weak perish."

Damon reared back, her words sinking in. "Pet! What the hell are you talking about?" He scowled. "I'm not your pet."

"But you are," she refuted calmly. "I am Goddess of the Crow. Is that not the shape you take when you are not a vampire?"

I gasped. Damon could shape shift? Why had I never heard of this particular talent of his before now?! "Okay, what did you say?" I turned on Damon, arms crossed. "You can turn into a crow? Why did you never tell me?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Because, I can't. At least, not exactly." He shrugged and moved across the room to pour himself a glass of his ever present bourbon. "I can see through the eyes of a crow—manipulate it to do my bidding," he added with a smirk at Morrigan, saluting her with his glass before he finished it off. "But I'm not freaking Dracula! And lady you're way off base if you think I can go poof and become a bird!"

"Close enough," Morrigan said, still wearing that disturbingly confident smile.

"What do you want?" I asked her, suddenly nervous, because I had a feeling I knew by the way she was so focused on Damon.

And as I suspected, she kept her gaze focused solely on Damon, her weird purple eyes darkening with something hungry, like he were a cool drink of water on a hot summer day. It was creepy, but her words were even more so. "I want you, Damon. You are mine and I've come to collect."

Of course Damon had more than a few snarky remarks to say about that, all of which had me worrying for his safety as the Goddess got angrier and angrier with each snide remark. In the end, however, Morrigan had brushed his attitude aside, with the sinister promise that he would adjust to his new position by her side or watch everyone he loved die.

And that was the straw that broke Damon's flimsy control and he rushed the woman, snatching her up by the neck and slamming her against the wall. Plaster cracked and furniture was broken as they flew around the room in a swirl of super powers, but it was all one sided. Morrigan tossed Damon away as if he were nothing more than a gnat. I added my magic to the fight, but not to attack her. I focused on the magic that opened the gateway to cross over. The house shook as if a 7.0 earthquake was rolling across town. Books tumbled from shelves. Glass shattered and furniture began to crumble and fall to the floor in a broken heap. I must have let loose everything, because this was like Armageddon opening up. Damon's gaze shot to mine and I could tell he was impressed with the magical display.

A loud bang echoed around the room and then the portal was there, churning open with a huge gust of wind.

Damon lunged for me and caught me around the waist. "Nicely done, Bon-Bon! Let's go."

I could barely hear him over the howling of the wind. "Hurry!" I shouted back. Morrigan raised her arms and began to chant. I couldn't understand the language, but I think it was Gaelic. Panic gripped me. "Now!

Damon smiled and with a burst of super speed he shot us across the room and towards the churning mouth of the portal.

Morrigan turned to us, her purple eyes glowing. "See you on the other side," she'd said, a sly smile twisting her ruby red lips.

And that was the last thing I heard before Damon and I leaped into the light. Morrigan's voice echoed in my head and that was the only warning I had before my skull nearly exploded with a white hot agony that made me feel as if it was simply going to split wide open. And somewhere in all that, my respect for Damon grew, because now I'm pretty sure I know how he feels when I give him one of my magical migraines—they suck! The pain would have been crippling had Damon not been carrying me.

As we fell, we were spinning out of control, colors all around us. It was like being trapped in a crazy, chaotic kaleidoscope and parachuting without a chute. We plummeted downward into the colors at speeds that made me want to puke. I couldn't hear anything beyond the loud buzzing in my ears and then…it was over. We just stopped, landing hard, and there was pain. Lots of it—more than I could take and I must have passed out, but I vaguely remember Damon telling me to drink.

Did that really happen? His blood is filling me, but we shared a lot today. Did we actually get out, or was it a trick and we're really still on 'The Other Side'? And where's Damon? I don't see him anywhere and after the last six months—he'd be here for me, I know he would.

And then it dawns on me that just because I made it out of Morrigan's magical mystery invasion, doesn't mean he did.

"Oh no!" Panic fills me. All I can think is great! While I've been playing 'While You Were Sleeping', Damon might be starring in his own version of 'Fifty Shades of Grey' with some obsessed Goddess who wants to make him her new boy-toy!

Just then I hear a scream somewhere in the house and I swear I only have a small heart attack when Caroline is suddenly standing directly in front of me.

"Oh my God!" I gasp and stumble back, nearly falling on my ass.

"Bonnie? Is it really you?" She says my name like she's in shock to see me standing there.

That makes two of us.

"Yeah Care, it's me."

It's been six months since I've seen her or anyone else from Mystic Falls. It's like I don't know how to act. But Caroline takes the decision away from me when she throws her arms around me and she's crying and…its home. I'm home. I hug her back and in seconds we're standing in the middle of the parlor just clinging to each other, sobbing about how much we missed each other and laughing about how good it is to be reunited. For a moment, I forget about Damon. I forget about everything, because I never thought I'd see Caroline again. But that only lasts for a moment. I need to know if he's alright. I pull back and ask her where Damon is.

If Caroline is surprised at my question, she only shows it for a second in the slight widening of her eyes.

"He's upstairs with Stefan," she tells me and my heart rate immediately settles down as relief floods me. "And why do you care?" She crosses her arms, eye brow cocked as she studies me. "Don't tell me you two are actually friends now?"

Feeling like a bug under a microscope, I shrug and downplay my connection with the blue eyed vampire. "Maybe not friends, but we did spend six months together. It kind of lends to the whole bonding experience."

"Yeah, okay, whatever," she replies with a sniff and the sarcasm is unmistakable. Obviously Caroline still has issues with Damon.

"Care, you do realize he sacrificed himself to save this town, right?"

She's immediately contrite. "I know. God, I'm being a bitch again, aren't I? It's just—it's Damon and he's so—ugh! But Stefan missed him so much and I need to be happy he's here and…" She stops to take a much needed breath before going on. "It doesn't matter. Bonnie, I'm so glad you're home."

Her eyes are sparkling and she's all perky and Caroline and God! I missed her so much I let most of what she said pass without comment.

Actually, now that he has Elena again and I have Jer, Damon and I will probably just go back to frienemy status anyways, so I'm not sure why I'm making a big deal out of the relationship we found on the 'Other Side'. Still that doesn't stop me from letting Caroline know that Damon and I worked together to get home and she should cut him some slack.

Caroline ponders that for a moment before nodding. "Fine, but only because you asked and despite being a world class jerk most of the time, he's still Stefan's brother and the great love of Elena's life apparently—or not—depending on if she's choosing to remember him this week." She made a face when she said that and I wondered what the hell she meant by that comment, but before I can ask, Caroline distracts me when she begins to catch me up on the happenings in Mystic Falls since Damon and I died. She goes on and on...and on about the mystical barrier that had (besides irritating her to the point of ranting apparently) kept all spirit magic at bay until about two months ago. I quickly realize that was about the same time that Damon and I ran into Kai at the grocery store and realized we weren't alone on the other side. It was also the same day I regained my magic when Damon's life was threatened.

The timing could be nothing more than a coincidence, but I doubt it. Nothing we've ever gone through has been a coincidence. The order in which things happen is usually everything.

"We should call Jeremy," Caroline chimes in, interrupting my thoughts.

I wince at how much I don't want her to do that. She picks up her phone, but I stop her, taking the phone away. "I just got back, Care. Give me a minute to get my head on straight before I drop this on him," I say softly.

Guilt invades me, slithering along my insides. I want to see Jeremy. I do, but there's also a part of me that isn't sure if I can face him yet. I am all juiced up with Damon's blood and the kiss that should have never happened…and all of it stops me from calling the boy I'd left behind. And trust me, I'd rather be tortured with hot pokers than admit it aloud, but in my deep and dirty little secretive heart, I know it's true.

I felt something for Damon earlier and I'm terrified to look at it too closely.

Caroline plasters on a chipper smile that tells me she's trying to understand my reasoning, but she really doesn't. "Yeah. I mean of course, you probably want to have some big romantic moment when you first see him again. Totally romantic, right?"

I don't correct her and the matter is thankfully laid to rest when Stefan comes into the room, followed by Damon, who looks like someone took his daylight ring and told him he was spending the next day sunbathing poolside. My heart aches for him and the sadness I see in his eyes. In the last six months, I've come to know Damon pretty well. I've seen him suffer with the remorse he feels for some of the things he's done in his past, but this is worse. Right now, he looks as bad as I've ever seen him and I know it has something to do with Elena. My best friend is the only person on this planet that can put that particular expression of torment on Damon's face; I can't help but wonder what she's done to turn him inside out, because as far as I know, he hasn't even seen her yet.

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Okay, this chapter was more a glimpse into where Bonnie and Damon's relationship went to and explain her reaction to his blood in the first chapter. I wrote it like that for a reason, because in my opinion, Bonnie and Damon would never allow themselves to get intimate with one another. They both love Elena and Jeremy too much. Something major would have to happen as an impetus to get them into that situation. What better way than blood sharing? Especially if it is the means to getting home. Anyhow, Damon still doesn't remember, and yes, I will explain why. The Morrigan character is my own creation, but she is based on the Celtic Goddess of the same name and yes, Morrigan really is the Goddess of the Crow and High Priestess of witches.

Still sitting on the fence about who Damon should be with. As I said earlier, Elena choosing to keep her memory loss didn't do anything to sway me in her direction. But I did applaud Stefan for actually pulling her covers and telling her the truth. I think that's the first time I've ever really, really liked Stefan! ;) In this story we will explore Bonnie and Damon's connection, but Elena will change her mind about getting her memories back. I want to see Elena fight for Damon. I think she should, after all, he's fought for her enough.

Anyhow, I want to comment on a few of the reviews I got. I love reading people's comments, however, some were confusing, like how one reviewer seems to know my end-game when I don't even have that intel. And said as much at the end of the last chapter. Furthermore, I did not put this fic into any category, the Mods do that and it's placed right—this is a story about Damon/Elena/Bonnie. Also, I was disturbed by one reviewer who was more than just opinionated. Everyone has a right to their viewpoint, but I think calling Bonnie disgusting is uncalled for. First of all, Kat Graham is gorgeous. Second, Bonnie is a great character. And I could see her and Damon together actually. And believe me, I *am* a huge Delena fan. So, while I really enjoy all the reviews and feedback. If you just want to be rude about the way someone looks, then I would suggest you don't read the fic.

Okay, now that I said my peace, enough of that. Thank you to all other reviewers who just offered constructive criticism or just said they liked or loved it or who they're rooting for. I really enjoy hearing what you all think—as long as it's not flaming or insulting.

Thanks again and have a great day. Throws cookies at everyone for all the support. :)