Happy New Year Everyone! I hope 2011 brings nothing but happiness to you all and of course, more Bamon! Thank you for all of the reviews and love you have shown this little fic that stemmed from a plot bunny that I thought of awhile ago. I appreciate you taking time to read and share your thoughts.
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"So where's your boy?" Mary asked as I entered the kitchen the next morning as Damon slept upstairs.
"He's sleeping…we spent most of the night sleeping".
Mary raised an eyebrow, "I'm not that old fashion or naïve…"
"Excuse me?"
"Sleeping…come on, if I had a man like that sharing a bed with me, sleeping would be the last thing on my mind", she winked.
My mouth dropped as I tried to figure out how to hide my mortification. I wasn't sure if I was more mortified that she thought I was having sex with Damon in her house or the fact that she thought about having sex with Damon.
"We were both tired…", I answered quickly.
"I see…do you want some breakfast, I made some pancakes …bacon…eggs…homefries…"
I felt my stomach grumble, "That would be nice…thank you".
"Sure thing", she nodded as she stood up and walked over to the stove chuckling, "don't ask me why I made all of this, its just that I haven't had guests in ages. My sons both live out of state and only come during the holidays with their families, I got a little excited".
"No…no…thank you…we appreciate everything that you have done for us", I said as she placed a plate full of food in front of me.
"So what were you two going to South Carolina for…not exactly a place for lovers".
I couldn't help but blush hearing this woman call Damon and I lovers…we were more like likers or haterlikers or something.
"Let me guess…running away?" she asked.
"Running away?"
"He is considerably older than you…but not exactly old enough that I would call the cops on him, but I can still believe old enough that your family may not approve of it".
I thought back to my Grams and how much she hated Damon, "You could say that".
"Well…do whatever makes you happy, my dear".
I nodded as I nibbled on a piece of bacon, "So you live here alone…"
"Yes, my Ron…that's my husband…he died a couple of years ago…"
"I'm sorry".
She sighed, "Thank you, but you get used to it…that's why I guess, I was ok with allowing you and your boyfriend to hitch a ride with me".
"Thank you for that…I know how it must have looked…a guy holding a girl unconscious on the side of the road".
"Something told me to trust him and he honestly looked desperate".
"Well thank you all the same, I know that you could have kept driving".
She nodded and smiled, "So I know that Damon called someone, you don't have anyone to call?"
"Well…not really…my father is another country not really worrying about my life and my grandmother died a couple of months ago…"
"Then who are you running away from?"
"Other people who care about my wellbeing", I answered. Yeah, the Originals cared about me…they wanted to use my blood for their benefit.
"I see…well just so you know, you can stay here for as long as you need to, but I need to go into town for a bit…soo…"
"I will do the dishes while you're out", I offered.
"Thank you", Mary smiled as she slipped on her coat and headed out of the back door.
I smiled as I heard her car start up. Mary was a riot…she was also pretty funny…and a little sassy. She kind of reminded me of my Grams.
I got up from the table and headed over to the sink to deposit my plate when I picked up the knife and held it in my hand for a couple of moments and then looked towards the stairs.
SSSSS
"Damon", the little witch called from the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.
I sat up and grabbed my head. It had been at least two days since I fed and I was starting to the feel the effects. I sat up and slowly walked to the bathroom door taking a look at myself in the mirror and noticing the not very handsome bags under my eyes.
"What do you need, Little Witch?" I called through the door.
"I need you to help me with something".
I rolled my eyes and shuddered a little, what could she possibly need my help with in the bathroom?
"Bonnie, I really can not deal with this right now".
"Damon…just come in please?"
I sighed as I opened the door and noticed the witch leaning up against the sink.
"What?" I asked looking at her.
She looked at me and then I saw the knife. I was too slow to deflect it as I felt it enter my stomach, "What the hell…Witch?" I grimaced as I bent over and she removed the knife. I put my hand on the wound as blood gushed out between my fingers, "what the hell is wrong with you!" I glared fighting for my fangs not to come out.
"You're weak…you can barely stand straight", she said looking at me as I dropped to my knees, "you're not healing".
"I haven't fed in days", I said as blood dripped out of my mouth.
"I know", she said bending down to face me.
"So what…you want to finish me off in a bathroom?"
"No…I want you to stay alive…you want to heal…you want to be strong…then you will feed off of me", she said.
"No…no…", I said shaking my head backing up as a trail of blood was left on the tiles. I leaned up against the bathtub.
"Yes", she said bending down and touching my chin causing me to look at her.
"Bonnie…no…I'm too weak, I may not be able to stop".
"If you don't drink from me…I will stab you again and again and again until you can't help yourself", she threatened.
I looked into her eyes and she was determined.
"You don't know what you're asking", I warned her.
She raised the knife again and I reached out and grabbed her, knocking her onto the floor with all of my might. My fangs descended and I could feel the black veins form around my eyes, "Is this what you wanted?" I asked looking down into her eyes as I straddled her.
"Yes", she whispered as she turned her head exposing her neck.
I looked at her and I fought every instinct to bite down and completely drain her, "I may not be able to stop", I warned as I heard her heartbeat speed up.
"Then you will heal me", she said turning her head and closing her eyes.
I touched her neck lightly as I closed my eyes and bit down into her carotid artery. I could hear her gasp as she held onto me. I pulled her closer to me as I felt her blood flow into my mouth and my body slowly began to tingle all over. Her blood tasted like the finest wine that you could ever taste. It was sweet and had a slight kick to it. It was intoxicating and it made me never want to stop drinking it. I could feel her grip onto my shirt tightly as I continued to drink.
"Damon…", I heard her whisper.
I immediately pulled back and looked down at her. I noticed that her skin was pale, "Bonnie…talk to me", I said moving her head so that she could focus on me.
She looked at me, "You stopped", she whispered.
"Yeah…I did…", I said biting into my wrist, "now you drink up, if Mary comes back and sees you like this…I think she will try to kill me".
Bonnie smiled tiredly as I placed my wrist over her mouth and she began to drink my blood. I guess this means she doesn't hate herself that much.
SSSSS
Later that evening, after taking a much needed shower and changed into some clean clothes (Mary had picked up some for me when she went into town; she gave Damon some of her husband's old clothes), I joined her in the kitchen as she cooked dinner. "You really don't have to do this for us", I replied as I placed plates and cups down on the table.
"I do…having you two here has reminded me of how much I miss having people here with me…I have to admit, I will be sad when you two leave".
"Mary…I will be sad to leave you, my grandmother died a couple of months ago and I have kind of missed having someone like her in my life…my mother left when I was very young, so she was kind of the only female influence I had in my family".
"Well I am glad that I can be here for you this short time", Mary smiled as Damon walked into the kitchen dressed in the flannel shirt and jeans. I had to hide my smile; those clothes looked like something a grandfather would wear…not at all like his usual Armani black shirts that he favored soo much.
"Nice shirt", I smirked.
"Thanks Bonnie", Damon narrowed his eyes at me.
"Well the food is ready…shall we all sit", Mary smiled as she handed Damon the forks.
As I sat down, I looked around the table and it was weird. If I allowed myself to forget everything going around us, I could actually convince myself that this was my life. A life where no one wanted to track me down to sacrifice me for some reason, where vampires didn't exist who were dangerous when they became obsessed with you, and where being a witch wasn't a gift and a curse.
Watching Damon with Mary was interesting. He spoke to her with the respect that she deserved. There was no trace of the cocky jackass Damon that he displayed to everyone no matter what they age was. It was refreshing to see and it made me almost regret my words from last night.
"So when do you two think you will be leaving…not that I am rushing you, but I am sure that you have to get back to your home", Mary replied.
I looked at Damon as he began to answer, "I plan to call a rental company tomorrow to get a car and we will leave as soon as I can rent one".
"And are you headed home or to South Carolina?" she asked.
"We haven't decided yet", I answered.
"Well you are welcome to stay here longer if need be", Mary offered.
"Thank you Mary, we appreciate all that you have done for us".
"No thank you", she smiled.
After convincing Mary that Damon and I could clean up the kitchen, Mary went upstairs to her bedroom leaving Damon and I alone. I stood at the sink doing the dishes as dried them. "I bet if Stefan could see you now, he would never allow you to live this down…a domesticated Damon, I should take pictures", I smirked as I handed him a dish.
"But you won't tell him about this Little Witch, now will you…"
"I don't know…maybe", I smiled devilishly, "but…what is the plan Damon?"
"The plan…well we are definitely not going back to Mystic Falls, I'm going to find out where Stefan and Elena went and we will go there".
"Is that smart?"
"That's the only way we will come up with a plan to defeat the Originals".
I sighed as I leaned against the counter, "Without my powers, this is not going to be easy".
"Do you think you will be able to draw off of Luka's power again?"
I shrugged, "I don't know…I should be able to…I still have the dog tags, but if I do that again, Elijah may be able to find us".
"Well we hold off on you doing that, I guess its all on me to be the supernatural hero here".
"Hero?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Oh come on…I've been on good behavior ever since our unfortunate kidnapping".
I looked over at him as his blue eyes flickered at me, "That is true…you have been on good behavior".
"Bonnie, I am sorry about everything that I did to you…I know that you may never forgive me for those things, but if you do…I promise that I will make everything up to you, I have eternity to do it".
I put the dishcloth on the sink and turned to look at Damon, "What do you want from me, Damon?"
He walked over to me and placed his arms on each side of me staring directly into my eyes, "I want whatever you are willing to give me at this moment".
"I don't know what that is".
"Then allow me to give you a few options", he said reaching down and placing his lips on mine. At first I hesitated to do anything but allow him to kiss me until I felt him pulling me closer to him.
Before I realized what was happening, Damon and I were entering our bedroom still in a lip lock and he was working my shirt off. I broke the kiss to take a breath, "Damon…", I breathed.
He looked down at me with hooded eyes, "If you don't want to do this…I understand".
I looked at him as I fought an internal battle. Damon had manipulated every situation around me to get what he wanted…no matter what it was…my body or my blood. My home had burned down and the things that I held dear to me had burned with it. Then it was the whole kidnapping and someone trying to kill, him healing me and the fact that he has taken care of me since all of that occurred. Then there was Emily appearing me telling me that there was soo much more going on than what I ever imagined. I looked up at him as he looked down at me…
"I don't know what will happen after this, but I know what I want at this moment", I said as I touched his cheek and he placed his hand over mine and closed his eyes.
I walked over to the bed as he walked over with me. I sat down as I looked up at him and he lowered me onto the bed. I kissed him as he laced his fingers through mine and I closed my eyes. As he kissed me, I could only be reminded of words I heard in a song once…' You can see my heart beating, You can see it through my chest, I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving, Know that I must pass this test, So just pull the trigger'.
I didn't fully understand the words to that song before, but as I lay here making love to Damon…a person…who had broken my heart in soo many different ways and I still felt the need to be close to him…I finally understood the meaning.
Bonnie's starting to fall and she's falling hard. What happens when they have to live this little bubble with Mary?