Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 12 - Sin at Sunset
Chapter Rating M - Adult situations, mature theme.
Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Master. A man in a position of power of people working for him, typically servants/slaves.
Slave. A person who is legal property to another and forced into obedience.
Control. Power to influence behavior. Authoritative Mastery
Defiance. Being openly resistant to obedience.
Husband. Married significant of his wife. Master of household, life partner.
Wife. Married significant of her husband. Better half, life partner.
Marriage. Institution of being united in matrimony. Intimate Union of two entities.
Freedom. Power to Act, think, feel, speak unhindered.
Sin. Immorality committed against divine law.
A/N - Well, I want to start off with an apology that this update has been delayed. I might have lost some readers :( I'm not sure. This story has been controversial since I began it, but you guys stuck by me. I took a break from most of my stories, accept two. I updated stories so often, I didn't want to get on people's nerves, so I stuck to updating just a couple fics. This chapter is dedicated to those of you who have supported this story since day one, without judging me. I didn't forget about you guys. Thank you for being patient with me, hopefully some of you will still follow, and I hope this update does some justice for the three months I haven't published for it. Please enjoy, happy reading!
… Twenty-Two Days Ago …
After the long-haired woman showed up at the tavern, James's niece, Damon made it appoint to get more information out of her. She was reluctant to speak to him, because she wanted nothing to do with Mystic Falls or the people from there. His charming blue eyes and persuasive tongue managed to get her to talk. Not about Mystic Falls but her dealing in and around New York. Her position around town and how it came to be. Eventually she pointed him in the direction of some people he had been searching for aside from her. She didn't give out too much information, but where she remained quiet, James spoke. James and Damon grew to mutually respect one another as men and business men. Their relationship had grown in the most recent weeks.
Damon had come to look at James in a manner of kinship, a loyal bond was instantly formed. Miss She also became close to Damon. They housed him, fed him and took care of him when he fell ill. It was the season for sickness, and Damon was no stranger to it. He fell ill during his time at War, and found himself near death. Those ancient tricks Miss She used were flawless in healing him. He had never met such a warm people. However, James niece Gail was very closed off and he had yet to understand her relationship to Miss She because the two women hardly spoke to one another, let alone looked at each other.
In this moment, Damon sat with a woman he'd agreed to meet with. James told him about the Saltzman's. A couple that ran a small church, preaching the gospel. It was uncommon for whites to host gospel services, but Alaric was a preacher, who was raised in gospel. He began offering shelter to Negros, and he also employed several to help him around, but the Saltzman's were by no means wealthy, they just believed in the word and giving back.
Before meeting James, Damon had been looking for the Saltzman's for a while. It was coincidence that James knew them and made it easier to locate them.
"So I understand you let Negros attend your church?"
"We do." The blue eyed woman told Damon. "We tend to offer shelter. We only have space for five families. We are a small church. So the families, they take turns. They work it all out on their own. How did you hear about us?"
"James, at the tavern. His niece, I've been told brings you people."
"Yes, she does. Gail is a good woman. She also provides as a service to us for business. She and my husband ride down to the farms. She's a good rider. I guess she used to teach horse riding when she was younger. Anyways, she rides down to the farms, helps trains the horses and in exchange, they give us extra goods. My husband works out the finances, and she gets paid a little stipend. We don't have much, but enough to give her something."
"I was wondering, if I pay your husband, on whichever days he is available, if he could help out at the tavern, I'll pay him exceptionally for his services. It'll help your church and your business."
"Payment of what sort."
"The monetary sort."
"How can we trust you?"
"I'm investing in James's business and I will stop at nothing to establish excellence. I have been searching for you both for some time now. I have heard your husband is very handy, and good at what he does."
"He is. His father was a carpenter."
"Well, I'll be at James's place for a short while. So please have your husband come in and ask for me. Also, I have a package you both might find some interest in."
"Well, that sounds swell. I will do so. What's your name again?"
"Damon Salvatore."
"Thank you Mr. Salvatore."
"Good day Mrs. Saltzman."
"Good day Sir." She said, smiling at the opportunity offered to them.
That was twenty-two days ago.
~ Present Day ~
"Thank you for visiting me today my beautiful girl." A pale Lily said acknowledging the one person who stopped at nothing to see to it she was always well.
"I have to make sure you're well." She said holding back tears. Not only was Lily's still in Damon's old bed, but she was having a hard time remembering things. Bonnie helped bring her temperature down, and knock out the sickness her body was enduring physically. However, the weeks she lies in bed, slowly brought on some form of delirium and Lily had not been herself.
"I'm well, and you... You always seem to be able to make me smile." Lily spoke softly grabbing Bonnie's hand and holding it. Her paler skin with reddish circles around the eyes were a sign her body was lacking nutrients, but she had no appetite. She was stubborn as a mule, and no one could get her to eat accept for Bonnie, and still she barley took in much of what a Bonnie had spoon fed her.
"Monsieur Giuseppe, I should apologize for my lack of presence yesterday. I was beginning to fall ill. I wanted to nurture the fever before it put me in bed for good."
"Nonsense. You don't need to be here daily. I understand your quite busy. I wish I could visit longer today, but Sarah and I have to run along and head to town today. We'll see you all in a few days." Sarah, run along and grab my things, I need a few moments alone with my wife."
"Yes Master Giuseppe." She said as she quickly left to gather his belongings. Bonnie followed her out to talk with her. Sarah had dealt with the difficult change of being Giuseppe's handmaiden now, instead of Stefan's and she had grown bitter towards Stefan.
"Sarah, how are things with Giuseppe and Stefan here at the boarding house?"
"You mean, far as my dealings?"
"I suppose so. Or anything you'd like to confide in me with..."
"Well, if I'm being honest, I'm betta off right now. Stefan Salvatore is a coward. His daddy makes every decision of the house and he don't go against his daddy. At least with Master Giuseppe, I know my place. Stefan can sleep in his room while his daddy touches me every got damn night. I'm sick of waiting for him Birdie! I'll be the negro girl foolishly in love with the bastard white son of Giuseppe Salvatore." Sarah spoke as tears ran down her face.
"You don't mean that. Stefan is working on it Sarah. He is going to fix this. I know he will. Have faith. Giuseppe is a powerful man, Sarah. I know your angry, and you have every right. Let's put our faith in Stefan, he's finding his voice with Giuseppe."
"I'm sick of being the warm body on the cold nights, Birdie. Tired." Bonnie wiped Sarah's tears and held her privately in the hallway near Giuseppe's quarters. "I should move with haste, we have to travel across town, and we won't be home 'til night fall. Nice seein' you Birdie. I surely
do miss you."
"I miss you as well." Both girls hug and Sarah moves as quickly as she can.
"I suppose you heard every word she spoke." She asked Stefan as he came lurking around the corner. "She's right you know? Giuseppe will do what you allow of him. You're a man now Stefan. Make your decisions matter. Sarah counts on you."
He looks at her and says nothing. His guilt is far greater than any words he can speak. He knows Bonnie is correct. He looks down at his feet and up at her. "I will Birdie. I will. We should be getting along now. The Gilbert's aren't the types of folk I want to have business dealings gas with past three in the afternoon. I know I'll need myself a whiskey once I leave that compound over there."
"Coming from the boy who almost had improper dealings with Elena Gilbert."
"Yes, well...you see dear Birdie, Elena Gilbert is in love with her sister's husband. Being courted by another man, in desperation to be called someone's wife. Those Gilbert's are only interested in Status, and acquiring it with every family member. I could hardly handle her desperation."
"Stefan, have you noticed anything different by me today?"
"Other than what I notice every day? The same beautiful girl I've always loved. Why do you ask? Marcel tells me you also inquired that with him. What is the meaning of this Birdie?"
"No reason. But Marcel didn't notice at all either. I just feel different, is all." He smiled at her adoringly and they walk towards the carriage and Stefan holds open doors for Bonnie, moves dirt out of the walk way for Bonnie, and holds her umbrella to shade her from the sun.
"You have always been the consummate gentleman my sweet Stefan. Thank you for always looking out for me."
"Always My little birdie. Always." He says kissing her hand, then her cheek, then her forehead. He gave her the look he always did, of longing, then he helped her into the carriage and they went on their way.
...
"Why Birdie, Stefan... It is surprising to see you here. How are you all?" Elena asked
"Hello Miss Elena." Bonnie said sweetly.
"Why Birdie, what ever happened to your French? You no longer speak it?"
"Of course I still speak French. I just don't exercise it much anymore unless I'm with my students. My life is very busy and I am unable to educate all of my acquaintances and workers in the language. So I speak English most days."
"Stefan, it is lovely to see you?"
Then he puts his hand on the lower of Bonnie's back as she speaks with Elena. Elena takes notice.
"Hello, Elena." He grabs and kisses her hand politely. She blushes.
"You and Birdie look awfully improper. Where is Damon?" She asked with her nose slightly up.
"He is conducting business. He is still my husband, and we are happily married." Bonnie says in a stuffy way, assuring Elena that there are no marritorial issues on the home front.
"Lovely as all get. So I am engaged and getting married. Have you all heard the news?" She spoke gleefully.
"Elena I am so happy for you. I was unaware of the news. I've been very busy with work, and taking care of Lily."
"Yes, I've heard. I'm sorry for your anguish. Lily is a lovely woman."
"Well, we've come to discuss no such things. We are here for Isobel and John." Stefan said.
"Most certainly."
"May I please see my sister?"
"She is resting?"
"Oh, well may I just go to her quarters to see her?"
"She is no longer living in the house Birdie. She is out back in the servant's quarters."
"Why would she be there? She has been in the house all of these years. She is with child. Jeremy Gilbert's Child."
"Well, we aren't certain of that Birdie. We only know her word against Jeremy's. He said he never touched her."
"Elena, you know that is false. You know as well as we all do, that Jeremy is the only man that Emily has ever been with. How could you accuse her of lying? She's been loyal to your family for ten years."
Bonnie's anger was getting the best of the moment as her voice was being raised towards Elena. Stefan had to calm her down.
"Birdie, watch your tone. You cannot talk to me that way. I will not allow it."
"I'm not a slave Elena, and I'm not your slave, servant or token negro friend. I'm a free woman. A working, free woman. I will speak in the manor that fits the temperament of the discussion at hand. You just informed me, that you have kicked my sister out of her quarters in the house, because your bastard brother has decided my sister was too much of a liability to claim. He will rather her birth his bastard child and allow the baby to be raised without a father!"
"Well, I never."
"And you never shall. Please seek my sister. I'd rather not be angry at you."
"Birdie, darlin' calm down. The issue at hand is here to be discussed. We will get to the bottom of it, and hopefully walk away on proper terms. It's okay Birdie. Take a deep breath." Stefan pulled Bonnie aside and calmed her down. He held her hands and breathed with her and the way he handled her in her angry moments, Elena decided it was inappropriate for a brother in law to handle his brother's wife.
"Stefan, I wonder if Damon is aware of the inappropriate nature of your relationship to Birdie."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, young Salvatore. You walking around as if Birdie is your wife. It is inappropriate behavior."
"I'll make sure I remember the precautions bestowed upon me from the woman who sleeps with her sister's husband."
"Well." She gasped loudly.
"Do us all a favor and retrieve your parents! Then retire to your quarters. We can only continue conversations of a business nature."
"Surely. Birdie, you are welcome to walk to the slave's quarters in the back and find Emily. She's probably tending to the wash."
Just then Jeremy walk by with a new prospect. A beautiful young woman with auburn hair.
"Why hello Stefan and Birdie. This is my fiancé Victoria. Victoria, this is Stefan Salvatore. Son of the great business and trade investor Giuseppe Salvatore. This is Birdie, she worked for us many years ago."
At that moment, Bonnie was both hurt, and relieved. One how could he just refer to her as a slave, and two, yes, that is what she was, and she was able to remove him from her life many months ago.
Bonnie overlooked Jeremy with no words and walked towards the back of the compound for her sister.
"We are just here for some business with John and Isobel." Stefan said. Jeremy noticed Bonnie didn't speak and it bothered him.
"Okay, I'm going inside now for tea. Follow me, as I'm sure they were preparing for your arrival."
Bonnie walked to the back of the manor and went past Jeremy's horse stables and found her sister. Washing and hanging clothes.
"Emmy!"
"Birdie?"
Bonnie ran to her sister and hugged her. Everything was collapsing around them in the world of the Gilbert's. The Gilbert's became an oppressive bunch. They were now rubbing off onto Elena and Jeremy. For the most part, the Gilbert children remained neutral in the affairs of their parents. But most recently Elena and Jeremy had become a rotten product of their parent's tyrannical behaviors. The only normal one left was Katherine. Maybe because she was married to Elijah, and Elijah had come to be not only a mentor to Bonnie, but a friend. And thanks to Damon's employing Elijah, he has allowed Elijah to become financially sound, and Katherine was now pregnant with her second child.
"Well well. Pregnancy had become beautiful on you. Your skin is glowing and so positively breathtaking." Bonnie looks down, "and this little baby is growing. Any day now."
"Any moment now." She smiled. "Braided hair like Bonnie. Long down her back like Bonnie. "And my baby won't have no daddy, but that's okay. Cause I'm gone give my chile all the love it's gone ever need." She said smiling holding her belly. Bonnie listened as Emily spoke. It was painful to hear her be forced to raise her baby like it wouldn't have a father. A father that comes from money no less. But a bastard of a boy, who had no rights to her child anyway. The child was better off.
"If you ask me, the child won't be the bastard. The bastard lives there in that house." Bonnie said angrily.
"Yeah. All he did was put a rift between us, and whisper in my ear every night that he loved me. Made me believe it. I hate him. I thought, that growing up, he was different. Which is why I thought I trusted him with you. But everything was a lie. Isobel is a witch and so is John."
"Do they hurt you?"
"No. I'm always out here. I don't talk to no one from that house. Except for Katherine and Lijah. They all filled with the devil, but Katherine told me, she'll take me to France with her and Elijah."
"What? You can't leave here."
"Why not? Ain't nothing for me here and you got Damon."
"You got me, and we were planning to purchase you, so Damon can sign your papers and make you a free woman."
"They not gone sell me. They won't risk giving me a better life."
"We'll see about that. Stefan is inside now. I just came to see my sister and my little niece or nephew in that belly. Who's been helping you tend to your loads?"
"Netta. She has been a big help." Emily said, speaking in discomfort.
"You okay?"
"I'm good. I need to take a nap. Thanks for visiting with me, but I should get some rest. I love you Birdie."
"I love you too Emmy." Bonnie told Emily as they embraced one last time.
..oOo..
Bonnie went back to the manor at Haven point. She was exhausted. Today was a special day for her, and she waited and waited for anyone to notice. Kol made it a point to visit Bonnie. He sat quietly awaiting her as she sent her servants to bed. "Miss Sue, you may retire to your quarters. Your feet are aching and your sweatin' all too much."
"Thank you Ma'am. I 'preciate it. I's just gone see to it Mrs. Brown don't need nothin' foe I take it to my room."
"That's fine. Retire Jesse as well if you can. Thank you. Good night."
"Course I will. Night ma'am." She spoke softly and walked away holding one hand to her back.
"Kol, to what do I owe this visit? Tell me you've heard from my husband." She said with concern and deeply embedded sadness.
"Not in nineteen days. He travels often, and his business dealings are quite illustrious. He doesn't go into terrible detail. However, nineteen days is a while without having received a letter."
"Certainly. Do you suppose he is in trouble? Should I be worried?"
"I don't think so. My guess is he has been without means of communication or he's far more occupied in business matters than we realize. He may be holding still in New York a while." Her eyes watered in great withdrawn frustration.
"How could he, just up and begin a life somewhere without me?"
"Now Bonnie, Damon wouldn't just leave you behind."
"He wouldn't? But he did. New York of all places. Until now I had no idea what he's been up to. He only communicates with you, yet I'm his wife. Still his slave. Trapped in this isolation he's built for me." She never let out her anger with Damon to anyone but Stefan. She was frustrated and feeling betrayed.
"He is your husband."
"Surely he is not. Virginia does not recognize our union."
"God does and that is all that matters."
"You believe that, Kol? You believe that it doesn't matter that people want to buy, sell and trade me because I'm not like you, or Damon? Believe it. This is the world we live in."
Kol walked to Bonnie holding her as she became more enraged. "Damon loves you. Damon loves only you."
"Then why did he leave me?"
"I don't quite understand it myself. You're a beautiful woman, and I hear the townspeople talk. Damon hears them talk. Mystic Falls, Virginia is no place for you. So, Damon moving you to Havens Point, was for your safety. You are protected here. Your husband won't take you anywhere he doesn't think you're safe."
"You mean New York? He won't take me with him to. New York."
"I mean, anywhere." He said. He held her hands in his kissing the, and drying her tears. "I should go. I've been at the distillery nearly the whole day. Such exhaust, I need rest."
"Certainly, Mr. Mikaelson. Good night." He kissed her cheek.
"Good night Bonnie."
..o Sunset o..
Bonnie got herself ready for her swim. It was almost sunset, and she always dove into the lake at sunset to meet Kai on the days she worked. Their time together went from weekly to daily. He became the calm in her chaos. Trying to acquire Emily, taking care of Lily most of the week, working at the school house every day, trying to offer comfort to Sarah every time she saw Lily. Sarah, was distressed with being Giuseppe's servant. He was cold and stiff, and she wanted to be sold. Sarah's anger was making her bitter towards Stefan. Bonnie was working on Stefan, trying to help him to acquire Sarah, and take her out of his misery.
Mrs. Brown was some solace to Bonnie, but she had been sick recently, and Bonnie was also taking care of her. Miss Sue took over all of the house chores. Jessie helped with the crops, and he and Bonnie were slowly forming a bond. He was her first male servant. The first male servant she had ever really known. The Salvatores didn't hire men. Jesse was kind to her and she to him and the relationship between them, was growing in the form of kinship. He felt like a brother to her. Not like Stefan, but an actual brother and she enjoyed bonding with him and sharing their commonalities. Also her closeness to Mrs. Brown, his mother, made their closeness very much like kin.
Bonnie tend to send her servants off to their own devices around sun set. She found her own personal freedom. Her freedom came in the form of a boy with teal colored eyes and a smile whiter then any smiles she'd ever seen. He was trouble, but he was worth the trouble. Her face lit up when she saw him, and he her. Her coverall was gone and she was in her knickers, ready for a swim in the lake as the sky painted pinks and oranges across the sky. The golden flower of a sun, shun golden hues pretty enough to turn the bleakest faces joyful.
She jumped and let the cold fill her body to the top of her head and when she popped up there he was. Smiling at her. "Why Blue, you look mighty happy. Dare I ask why?"
"No reason, 119 days since I've seen my husband. No one has heard from him in more than three weeks. I am tempted to believe he has left me for good. Other than taking care of people, I have come to realize I have no other purpose in this world. I help when I can, fix what I am able, and I spend the sunsets with the very best friend a girl could ask for."
"Today is a special day. You, my little flower, are seventeen today."
"I am. You remembered?" Her face lit with the glee of a child with a sugar treat. "No one remembered. Not Lily. She's barely been awake. Not Giuseppe, Stefan, Emily, Jeremy, Elena... No one. Mrs. Brown, Miss Sue, and Jesse, they don't even know today's my birthday. I told you once when my birthday was, and you remember. We've only been friends a short while."
"I remember, because I've been looking forward to giving you something all week."
"What is it?"
"You know how you've been teaching me to read and write?"
"Yes." She smiled dimly.
"I wrote you something. But I can't let you have it until I leave."
"Surely, you surprise me." Her smile grew larger. "You are truly, a good person."
"I'm not a good person, Blue. But I'm always gonna be good to you."
"Malakai, my friend." She smiled swim around in circles, splashing water.
He smiled at her. "I thought we were more than friends." He swam to her in the water and approached her as if he was going to speak to her, and dunked her under the water. She wiggled a bit then he let her back up. "You fall for it every time."
"Well, I know you Kai. You're a trickster. I don't believe you will win this time." She said stunning him in surprise.
"How so?"
She swam to him with a serious face and puckered as if to kiss him. Then she spat water in his face.
"And you fall for that, silly boy." She laughed. But he knew, he'd do anything for a kiss from her. Even if it weren't allowed. They both swam to the large wooden fish port, and got out of the water and sat on it, soaked as the sky went from pink to purple. Their feet dangled in the water as they splashed water watching it send ripples throughout the still waters of the lake.
"Blue, you have been around me far too long. Yours tricks are beginning to imitate mine."
"I must say, you have grown on me Malakai Parker. I will miss you when you are gone."
He looked at her wearily. "We still have time, Blue." He grabbed one of her hands and put his fingers between hers, holding one of her hands.
"My whole life, I've waited to feel like I was alive. I didn't realize I was alone, until you I met you." She spoke happily. "Even though I had my husband, somewhere along the way, he lost himself. I can only pray he found his way again. But you, Kai... you came along and truly saw the real me, and you always accepted me."
"Same for me Blue. I was alone, even when my family was alive. I was different. I was not the same as the rest of the them. The only one who loved me was Jo. She took care of me, until my folks married her away. Then she left, and I never saw her again."
"Why...? Why was she the only one who loved you?" She grabbed his hand and held it as she faced him.
"I don't know. I suppose you should know a truth about me, Blue."
"What do you mean?" She asked worriedly.
"I am not sixteen Blue, like you. Or seventeen I should say."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I am twenty-one."
"What?" Her face grew angry.
"I can read and write."
"What?" She tried yanking her hand from him, but he held on to her tight. "Let me go, Kai."
"Blue please, let me explain."
She tried maneuvering out of his grasp but he held her tighter, in the water. "Explain what? You aren't who you say you are?"
"I am me, Blue. I promise. But those things were untrue. My age, and he fact that I am able to read and write. Okay. But it's true that I have a sister, up North, she is my twin. She and I come from of a family of crazy people. We were left on the doorstep of the Parkers in one basket together, just as babies. They mistreated us. They didn't care for us like they cared for their own children. We were so close that they wanted us separated. So the first man Jozette was smitten with, they made her marry him. He was a Preacher and he was here with his gospel, preachin,' at the negro church I visit. That's how I met the Negros that feed me, and give me shelter. Only my family, they don't believe in God, least we weren't raised to. Then, the Preacher, was leaving to go back home, our parents, the ones who took us in, they married her to the preacher. Separating us. She's my only blood."
Her face softens towards him in his state of pain. They always connected deeply. "That's not so bad of a lie. I suppose. I'm sorry you had such a terrible family."
"That's why I have these burn marks on my body and these rope burns." Bonnie's face grew sad. She pulled Malakai in and held him tight to her chest. In a sullen way, she connected with him. The boy who grew from darkness. He was as alone as she was. Somehow she had fallen for the boy with the bright smile and the teal eyes. For the first time, she allowed herself to forget about her husband. At midnight it would be 120 days, her seventeenth birthday would be over and she would be in her bed, alone. And no one would have remembered her Birthday, but Malakai.
So before she went to bed feeling forgotten about, she wanted one thing. She reached for him, leaning into his body. When her other hand reached for his cheek, he instead cupped hers and as he pulled her into his grasp she touched his lips tenderly with her own. She opened her mouth, and shared with him the one thing she should only share with the man who she felt, at this point, had abandoned her. As their lips gently separated, Malakai stood me up and carried her to the grass and laid her down, near the apple tree and covered her body with his. His mouth lapped hers as their tongues swam under the dark sky and her body grew warm and his hands grew tempted. The more heated their temperatures raised, the more Bonnie felt guilty. She stopped abruptly and he apologized.
"Blue, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have and I know you're married. I should go."
She thought about her guilt, and it was amplified by his sudden fear.
She ignored his words and pulled his face back into hers and reached for the feeling of a connection, with a man. A longing she desired for a hundred and nineteen and a half days. She married a man, who brought her desires alive, only to leave her shortly thereafter, confused and alone. Then Malakai came along, and re-birthed her withdrawn desires. The hunger inside of him, for her was unlawful. His hands pulled at her garments almost tearing them at the seams. She was different this time. She was equally starved.
Her braid was tattered with dirt and grass and her body should have felt cold with the soaking wet garments, but his skin forced the heat to the surface of her being. His tattered pants, were nothing more than a thought as she began pulling them from his body. She was feverish for him. The commotion of thoughts was beckoning her to him and their bodies didn't allow the wind between them. Kai's strong thighs and muscular arms wrapped around her, reminding Bonnie of what she had been missing. His lips consumed hers and he was this large bodied being, covering her with his abundantly long limbs and all of his muscular strength containing their passionate throws in a calm manner, covering their wet bodies with dirt and grass. Yet he remained gentle and quiet. As if he didn't want to disturb the chirping crickets, or blowing leaves.
His mouth moved from her lips and smeared their way to her jawline and neck, and he bit back his doubts, forcing himself to fight the morality of it all. She tasted like everything good in the world. As soon as his bare skin felt hers, he stiffened, and the sky began to fall asleep.
"What is it Kai?"
"I'm sorry, Blue. I gotta go." She saw a look in his eyes as if he knew something she didn't. When her face softened in worry, he pretended no one else existed but her, like he always did.
"Malakai, it's okay. No one will interrupt us. Don't run away from me."
"I have to. You're a good woman, a good wife, and I need to leave."
"Why? Don't run away from me. Please. He left me. You going to leave me too?"
"I'm not who you think I am, and you don't need a guy like me lingering 'round no more."
Bonnie almost didn't hear what he just said. "Remember what you told me? Nothing or no one else existed in our world but you and me. The world of Blue and Kai? You told me that no one had to know about our adventures, but us."
"I remember." He whispered as they stare face to face. Suddenly looking in her eyes, meant much more than nothing. Before his lips met hers again he smiled, with pain and hope at the same time, "Happy Birthday Blue." He brought a smile to her face and the sun set sinfully as the night sky engulfed them in a harmonious melody.
..oOo..
Bonnie trampled into the house in her torn and tattered clothes. She was covered in dirt and grass and her body itched from the lake water which dried on her skin and the mixture of dirt and grass. She quietly stumbled through the kitchen and walked all of the way through the house to the staircase. She didn't even stop to think of the dirt foot prints she may have trailed into the house. Her mind worked to get to her bedroom, the one she used to share with her husband and have herself a bath. It takes so long to get her water prepared. She took the time because she needed to bathe. But her body was itching so she went back to the yard and used the spout to rinse her body off.
After she rinsed off she noticed the house was all asleep. The dead of the night was approaching and Bonnie learned to do everything with a patient mind and a quiet step. She maneuvered carefully through the night, not to wake anyone. She carried her naked body back to her and her husband's quarters and sat herself in the ivory tub. She didn't draw a large bath. She was already up so late. She just wanted to relax her body before falling asleep. She took out her braid and washed and soaked her thick hair. Her hair was down her back. Curly and lighter brown. She felt the ends of her hair touch her lower back. When she removed her body from the ivory tub and covered her body and walked to her vanity. The large, oversized vanity Damon had someone professionally hand-craft for her.
She dropped the garment and observed her naked flesh. She felt different. She didn't know if she looked different, but she knew she wasn't the same woman her husband left behind. Today she was seventeen and when the day passes her birthday would be over and only one person remembered. The man who she was falling for. The man with teal eyes and brawny shoulders, tawny skin, and tattered clothes. Every day he smiled at her as if the world were a friendly place, even though the world had treated them both badly.
She brushed her long hair in the mirror. Watching the curly tendrils as they fell over her bosom. She had no idea sometimes how long her hair had grown. She brushed it and remembered how she spent her birthday. She saw everyone she loved today with the exception of one man. Not one soul remembered her birthday. Granted, Sue, Mrs. brown, Jesse and Kol had an excuse for the short while they've known her. But he others, her family? She didn't dwell on the shortcomings. She instead remembered the moment that brought her joy and unconditional happiness. As she stares in the mirror brushing her hair, Bonnie closed her eyes, and retold the story in her mind. Every delicate touch, every photographic visual, every sound, and every feeling. She simplified the version in her head and smiled with her eyes closed.
The dark pink in the sky darkened to a deep purple. The sun set, the moon rose and the watered flickered with slight jumping of fish. Frogs croaked and crickets sang, but nothing more beautiful than the song and dance they made. Fear held her mind, but freedom held her spirit. She let him touch her. She let him really touch her. He felt her skin, under all of her buried anger, and pain. He felt the love a woman gives a man whom she loves. His body was different from her husband's. He was brawny and strong. She felt protected and not fearful. He was kind and gentle and when he... Or when they... She felt like a tulip in the meadow that the sun kissed everyday with just the right amount of light. The pressure was of a deep nature and she felt the penetration within her being. The dirt ground against her body, and her mind held onto the pleasure, and the pain didn't exist in those moments. Though short, it was sweet. There was never such a tender touch, then that of the man, from the woods. Her eyes closed when he whispered something in her ear... His deep inviting voice sang a tune she'd never forget..."If I could, I'd spend every sunset with you, and I'd make sure it always ended like this." He kissed a tear drop on her cheek, and she held on to him as their bodies sang the same song. Making music under the moon. She was lost in his touch, his embrace, his words.
Her heart calmed down as she sat there with closed eyes remembers him. As soon as her eyes opened, she felt the greatest fear she'd ever known. The gentle, free spirit she was embracing, retracted into her now rigidly timid body. Just as she gave up hope, he stares back at her in the vanity from behind her. Her brush fell to the floor and so did her mouth. Her naked body froze.
"Surprise, surprise! You didn't think your husband would forget about your special day now did you? Happy Birthday my little Birdie."
He grinned at her like the seducer he was, and she felt a cold chill overtake her. He brought the cold in and she flushed before him all of the heat from her body, when she spoke breathlessly. "Damon..."
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