Chapter thirteen

Looks like help has arrived

Hey there, I'm back with a brand new chapter! I know that it has been a while though. Please forgive me for being late. Anyway…I really want to thank you for reading, alerting, reviewing etc. I also want to thank my Beta, cdaye8184. She corrects my chapters and adds pieces to them to make them better than before. She's a great author and a source of inspiration.
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Moonwolflove

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"Yes, nobody can know that Damon Salvatore has a soft side," Ric grinned.

"Because that would kill his reputation," 'normally humorless' Stefan said.

Damon rolled his eyes, the mere fact that little brother was trying to be funny, was already funny enough. They sat there, without any sense of time, in the dark depths of the tomb, with only the sound of the two human hearts in the 'room', waiting for the moment where the solution would come running towards them…

Time slipped by, without any of them being very aware of it and the oppressive silence persisted. It was making Damon crazy…He was getting crazy about this whole depressing place and about the fact that witchy still hadn't shown up. Ally was totally unaware of his condition and slept calmly. Her breathing was rhythmically soothing with her soft heartbeats. From time to time she would nestle her head more in his shirt, just to continue her peaceful nap and to make soft snoring sounds. It was absolutely adorable…and she was probably the only thing that prevented him from cursing out loud.

"Stefan, where the hell is she?" He asked instead. The realization that he would be stuck here for any longer started to dawn upon him as well as the realization that cursing and screaming wouldn't help.

"I don't know, Damon. Perhaps something came up?" His brother replied.

Ric leaned his head against the wall and said, apart from the question: "A bottle of whiskey would be welcome now."

"True enough, although it doesn't have anything to do with this whole mess," Damon smirked "Besides; Ally is here. I'm not drinking in front of a child Ric."

Stefan's head suddenly shot up and his eyes darted to the edge of the hole. Damon looked up too and heard a noise. It seemed like help had arrived.

"Stefan? Alaric? Damon?" Bonnie's voice echoed through the darkness and collided through the tomb.

"Bonnie, are you able to come down by yourself?" Stefan asked, as he walked into the light.

"I think so." The witch replied. Stay there."

Well…in Damons case that wouldn't be a problem. It took less than two minutes for Bonnie to climb down the rope. Damon was a little impressed, not that he'd ever admit that. He had no idea that the witch was so good at climbing. She had a big bag hanging around her shoulder, which probably contained her stuff for the opening of the tomb.

She glanced at Damon and raised an eyebrow. "This was the very last thing I expected from you," she said. There was not one shred of mockery in her voice…rather a slight hint of doubt. As if what he had done for Ally couldn't be reality. It simply didn't fit him.

"I'm outbidding myself over and over again," Damon grinned, but the grin quickly faded from his face. He was pretty desperate to get out of this cell. Bonnie shook her head slightly, put her bag on the ground and hastily began to display everything that had been in it.

Damon turned his head when Ally began to move. Her brown eyes shot open and she blinked…for a second it seemed as if she no longer knew where she was. Then she got an eye on Bonnie and started screaming her name in joy. "Bonnie!"

"Hi, Ally," Bonnie said with a smile, but it was clear that that smile wasn't very sincere. She obviously ( like Damon) didn't like the idea of the little girl being involved in this mess.

"Did you come to help Damy?" she asked as her eyes darted between her and Damon.

"Damy?" The witch snorted, after which she looked at Damon with a huge grin. "That sounds so cute."

"Skip "the cute stuff" and get me out of here," Damon snapped, he was now really losing his patience. Couldn't everyone tell he didn't want to be there any longer? God. Nobody seemed very rushed, besides himself.

"Okay, fine. Don't lose your temper," Bonnie snapped back rolling her eyes. "I could easily leave any minute so I suggest you try and be a little friendlier"

Damon snorted but quickly shut up.

She fished a silver necklace out of her pocket, took her spell book, then shut her eyes and began to speak in an unknown language. The candles that she had set down everywhere, caught fire and suddenly a gust of wind blew through the tomb. Ally looked at the whole scene with big eyes. It must have been a shock for her, because she was unaware of Bonnie being a witch.

"What's happening?" she asked Damon, while creeping close to him and hiding her head in his shirt.

"Bonnie tries to open the tomb," he said as he caressed her head.

"How?"

"Has your mother ever told you about witches?" He asked, with the intention to explain everything slowly. But Ally was smart for her age and she already understood where this was going.

"Bonnie is a witch?" She asked incredulously. "But those are bad. In fairy tales, they are mean and ugly."

"This isn't a fairy tale, Ally," he sighed. Apparently the fact that he was a vampire had been hard enough for her mind to process….hearing that the best friend of her cousin was a witch didn't really help her.

"So…Bonnie is a good witch?". She asked doubtfully. Damon just nodded and turned his eyes again to Bonnie. The gusts became fiercer and the flames of the torches grew bigger and bigger. Bonnie spoke quickly and flatly, her voice filled the room in a terrifying way and even Katherine was curious about the power that the young Bennett could muster. She went to the invisible barrier in front of her, ready to escape any moment, but Stefan appeared before her and kept an eye on her movements closely.

Bonnie continued to repeat the same words, but it seemed as she was becoming weaker and weaker with every word she said. Her forehead wrinkled with effort, her legs trembled violently and her arms began to shake.

"Bonnie," Stefan said, when suddenly a trickle of blood began to run from Bonnie's nose.

"What's happening to her?"Ric called from the other side. He had climbed up and looked to Bonnie with panic in his eyes.

"She isn't strong enough," replied Stefan with the tone as if he only realized that now. "If she keeps this up, she will end up killing herself!"

"What?" Ric asked in disbelief. "She should stop… now!"

"Bonnie, stop!" Stefan shouted as he grabbed her shoulders. But the girl shook his hands off and stubbornly continued to repeat the spell.

"Bonnie, you have to stop," Ric said now. Suddenly there was a silence. Bonnie's words disappeared as whispers into the silence. For a fraction of a second, she stared ahead of her and then she just fell backwards. Her body slammed to the ground with a dull sound…as she lost conscious.

"Oh, great," Katherine sneered rolling her eyes as she slumped against the wall.

"Shut up, Katherine," Damon snapped. He wasn't really fond of Bonnie, but he had some respect for her. And with that respect came the fact that he was a bit worried about her. Was she okay?

"Bonnie!" Ally jumped up and ran through the invisible barrier, straight to the unconscious girl. She dropped to her knees beside her and tears trickled down her cheeks. Her hand grasped Bonnie's firmly, but her eyes darted to Stefan. "Is she dead?" She asked in a hopelessly lost tone.

"No, she isn't dead," Stefan said reassuringly as he knelt beside her. Ric was standing next to Damon and the four people were all waiting with baited breath till Bonnie would open her eyes again.

The time went by and with every passing minute, Damon saw how Ally was growing more and more nervous. She went back to him and jumped into his arms, tears slid down her cheeks in silence.

"Why is it taking so long?" Damon wanted to give and answer, but he couldn't easily imagine one that wouldn't sound ridiculous. He had no idea why it was taking witchy so long to regain consciousness so he simply shrugged his shoulders.

"She will wake up, right?" Ally sniffed.

"Of course, Bonnie won't leave us in the lurch. She is too stubborn to do that." Hopefully he was right about that. That idea wasn't completely formulated when Bonnie began to move her head back and forth. Oh thank God. A painful moan escaped her throat when she tried to get up. Stefan had to grab her, otherwise she would have fallen again. He wrapped an arm around her waist and put her arm around his shoulder, after which he escorted her to the wall, where she slumped back to the ground.

"Is everything okay?" He asked in his usual, "concerned Stefan" tone. Bonnie hit a hand to her head while her face betrayed that the spell had demanded a lot more of her than she cared to admit.

"It's alright…just a little headache," she said with a weak smile. Then she looked at Damon and he could see the apology in her big eyes. "Damon…I'm sorry. I can't open the tomb…I'm not strong enough." The first thing Damon felt was anger. He wanted to scream and shout that she had to be strong enough, that he would single-handedly destroy this hell of a place if she didn't. But he stopped himself just in time. Bonnie wasn't the one to be blamed...at least she had tried. And he didn't want to send her to death just to get him out of here.

He only nodded understandingly. Ric walked up to her and gave her the moonstone.

"At least we got this one," he said. She took it from him and looked at it with her critical eyes, after which she slipped it into her pocket.

"If you guys agree, then I'll go home. I need to rest before I attempt to destroy this rock." The three men looked at her and all of them nodded shortly.

Stefan began to pick up Bonnie's witchy stuff, as she was still a bit too shaky to do it by herself.

"I'll take you home, because you're worse than when I've drunk too much,' Ric said with a smile. Bonnie grinned and allowed Stefan to take her in his arms, so he could bring her back to Ric's car. In a flash they were both gone, leaving Ric. He shot a compassionate glance at his friend and said encouragingly
"We'll get you out, buddy."

"I know," Damon said. "Until then I'll stay here, staring at the ceiling. Never knew that gray is such a beautiful color."

Ric shook his head at this cynical reaction and started to walk towards the rope. "I'll be back tomorrow morning with some blood for you…and some food for Ally too ," He added, as he had almost forgotten the little girl. "We don't want that you start to dessicate do we?"

"Obviously not" Damon said.

Ric gave him a last smile and then began to climb frantically. He just reached the top, when Stefan appeared on the other side of the invisible wall.

"We won't give up. We will find a way to get you out."

"I know, brother. Ric said the same thing two minutes ago," he replied.

Stefan nodded understandingly and his face had to endure that doubting look again.

Damon knew that look very well though…even if it may not seem like it…he knew his baby brother really well. Stefan doubted whether he should stay with his brother to give him some company…or leave." "Go, I don't mind. I'll see you later," Damon answered his question, whereupon he turned to Ally.

"You're sure that you want to stay here?" He asked.

"Sure," she said as she grabbed his arm…a grip to never let go.

Stefan smiled. "I'll see you later then"

"I won't walk away, Stefan," Damon smirked. Leave it to Damon to be imprisoned and still have his outrageous humour .

Stefan didn't seem happy with that answer. He realized that he had better mind his words in such situations. He nodded, bent his knees and disappeared out of sight. Now it was only Damon, Ally and annoying Katherine, who he just kept ignoring.

"So…looks like you're stuck in here for another while , huh," Katherine sneered. "As if Stefan will rush to get you out of here. After all…if you're here, you're no longer a threat to his relationship with Elena."

Ally put her hands over Damon's ears and whispered softly. "Don't listen to her. You'll get out of here. Stefan is nice…He's your brother…"

Damon smiled a rare sincere smile and hugged the little girl firmly. She was the only bright spot in this dark underworld. The only thing that prevented him from going crazy.
She was his only piece of sanity and that's when Damon realized he cared about her a lot more than he was willing to admit before.

So…how did you like it? This chapter was slightly longer than normal, so I hope I did a good job. Let me know what you thought of it!
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