Chapter 2- Blood Brothers
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.
A/N: I'm so sorry for the short chapter! I didn't expect many people to read it. This story will deal with characters from the TV series, not the book. This story takes place after the latest episode.
Damon
Damon threw open the door to his house in angst and tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair. Who the hell did she think she was? Damon fumed. Stefan walked over to the door and leaned on the frame with a slightly amused expression. Damon cast his eyes lazily over to his brother and spat, "What do you want?" "Nothing actually," Stefan shrugged with the hint of a smile on his face, "just concerned about my love struck brother." "I am not love struck," Damon said sarcastically, "unlike you. Bonnie is just a challenge." "Oh come on, Damon, why don't you just confess your feelings for her? She's the first woman you've taken interest in ever since Katherine…" Stefan trailed off and bit his lip. He saw Damon's face darken. "Katherine is dead to me. Bonnie is just a toy. That is all there is to this. End of story." Damon growled. He stormed out of the living room, and went upstairs to his room where he paced around heatedly before transforming into a crow and launching out of his window.
Bonnie
Bonnie walked into Mystic Grill with a frustrated face and saw Ben approaching her. She pasted a smile on her face and gazed at him walking towards her. "Hey, Bonnie," Ben started regretfully, "The Grill is extremely busy tonight and I'm afraid it may take longer than I thought." He looked down disappointedly. For some reason, Bonnie felt a wave of relief wash over her. "It's alright, don't worry about it. Call me when you're free, alright?" She gave him a bright smile. Ben smiled and nodded, "Alright." He bent down to kiss her cheek softly and then turned around, walking back to the bar. Bonnie sighed and turned around, leaving the grill. Outside, she glanced up at the luminous moon that gave a soft light to the trees around her. I wonder what Damon is up to, she thought, probably feasting on some innocent girl right now. She shook her head, knowingly, and arrived at her door step. She opened her bag and rummaged around to find her keys when she felt someone watching her. She nervously looked around and saw no one. Her hands grasped her keys, and she hurriedly opened the door. She locked the door, and sighed.
She padded softly into the bathroom, changed into her pajamas and came out, flopping onto her bed. She rubbed her eyes and laid back, thinking about everything that happened in the past week. She looked at her clock on the table and saw her grandma's photo resting it. She bit her lip in frustration and picked it up, feeling tears spring to her eyes. I am the one who did this to her, she thought, as she stared at the picture. She felt tears slide down her face as she clutched the picture. She didn't want to do the spell, she thought bitterly, but I kept insisting and it killed her. I have no one now. She squeezed her eyes shut and hastily wiped her tears away and placed the photo back onto the table. She rubbed her head and leaned over to shut off the light. She turned over, and burrowed under her covers comfortably, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she heard a rapping sound at her window. Her eyes shot open in fear, and she saw a crow by her window. "Damon?" Bonnie asked curiously, staring at the bird. She turned on the light again and turned back around to see a fully human Damon lurking on her window sill. "Invite me in." He demanded, staring at her. "Now, why should I do that?" Bonnie replied sarcastically, crossing her arms. Damon glared at her and growled, "Bonnie, stop it, and just invite me in. I am not going to hurt you."
Bonnie sighed and halfheartedly joked, "You're no fun. Come in." Damon climbed through her window and sat comfortably on her chair. He glanced up at her and noticed her tear streaked face. "What's wrong?" He asked softly. Bonnie turned around, and swiped at her eyes replying, "Nothing. I'm fine." "Was it that Ben guy?" Damon said, scowling. "No, actually, we decided to reschedule," Bonnie found herself saying. Why did I just tell him that? She thought, admonishing herself. She sat down on her bed cross-legged and fiddled with the bottom of her shirt, feeling tears spring back to her eyes. "Bonnie," Damon purred in his smooth voice as he got up and sat on her bed in front of her, "Tell me what's wrong." She scowled, holding back her tears. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" She blurted out. She bit her lip as she heard Damon sigh. "As much as we fight, you're still a good friend and you've done a lot to help my brother and myself over the last week. I'd like to repay the favor." Bonnie burst into tears as the memories flooded her head: of conducting that dangerous spell with her grams, and discovering her dead, hours later. She covered her face with her hands as she sobbed into them, feeling her body heave.
Damon had a startled expression on his face. What did I say that was wrong? He mused. Remembering his words, he fought the urge to smack himself. How the hell could I bring that up? He thought, angry at himself. He glanced at her and gently pulled her hands away from her face. She hid her face and looked down, crying silently. He tilted her face up, holding her hands in one hand and looked into her eyes. "Bonnie, talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking; you haven't talked to anyone about this." He watched her blink back tears and swallow. "I miss her so much, Damon, I didn't even get to tell her good bye and she's all I had." She whispered. Guiltily, Damon struggled for words for the first time in his life. "Your grandmother was an extraordinary woman, Bonnie. She saved my life and I wish I had gotten to thank her. My brother and I are extremely grateful towards your family, and we have vowed to protect you for the rest of our lives. I know how much hurt you're going through right now," Damon said slowly, swallowing, "I felt the same pain when I thought I lost Katherine years ago. Time heals every wound."
Bonnie broke into even more tears. Groaning inwardly, he looked into her eyes pleadingly, "Bonnie, please give yourself time, I know it's so soon but she will always be with you." Bonnie controlled her sobbing, and stared at him miserably, "Who is left to teach me about spells and being a witch? Controlling my powers?" Damon felt a strange and unknown emotion wash over him; it was as if his heart was aching. He opened his arms and suddenly hugged Bonnie. "We'll figure it out," He whispered, "Let's take this one step at a time." Bonnie leaned against his chest, molding herself onto him, and nodded. We'll figure it out, she mused fading into slumber. He held her for a few minutes and looked down at her snuggled into his chest. He fought back the urge to smile at her innocent face and lay her down onto her bed, covering her up. He gently wiped away the remaining tears on her face and silently changed into a bird, and flew out of the window.