Chapter 10- Beauty of the Dark

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Songs: Death – White Lies, Beauty of the Dark- Mads Langer

Bonnie sighed and rubbed her temple frustrated as she broke their awkward silence. "Look, the important thing is that she needs to die. We both know we can't do it on our own," Bonnie said grumbling. "Or trust me, I already would have," She added darkly. Damon felt a pang of sadness run through him at the thought of her not even wanting to be near him.

"So what do you want to do?" Damon asked softly. Bonnie scowled before crossing her arms and answering coldly, "What do you think we should do? You need my powers and I need your agility. We need to work together."

Damon felt a surge of joy run through him as he realized there was still a chance to fight for her. "But, listen to me, if you try anything funny, I will light you on fire," Bonnie said quietly as she stormed off to the kitchen leaving a very irritated Damon. This is going to be hard, he thought rubbing his face, and I will find out why the hell I was kissing that girl. I know it wasn't me.

Stefan walked back into the room and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Katherine's coming. Three days," Damon said softly running his hand through his hair, "we agreed to work together." Stefan nodded with a relieved expression on his face. "Damon, if that wasn't you in the alley, then you have to find out what it was. That's the only way she'll forgive you." Damon nodded silently. As if I didn't have enough to deal with, Damon thought as he sighed and got up from the couch. Life is always fucking with me, he thought darkly before walking upstairs to his room.

-The Kitchen-

Elena quietly stared at Bonnie who had just stormed in seething. She munched on her carrot as she watched Bonnie about to explode. "God, I hate him!" Bonnie growled as she clenched her fists.

"I know and you should," Elena said sympathetically. Bonnie sighed and looked at her watch. "I better leave. I need to practice my magic. I have three days."

"Three days for what?" Elena asked being left out of the loop.

"Oh. Katherine's coming in three days," Bonnie said calmly.

Elena choked on her carrot before swallowing it down with a gulp of water. "What?" Elena exclaimed, "Are you and Damon up for it?" Bonnie nodded before adding, "But I'm not going to be nice about it."

Elena relaxed a bit as an idea popped into her bed. "Hey, stay a few hours. Practice your magic here," Elena said brightly. Truthfully, Elena didn't want Bonnie to be alone and depressed.

Bonnie hesitated as Elena made up her mind for her and tugged her towards the stairs. "I'll show you to an empty room you can practice in," Elena said softly as she walked down the hall towards the guest room.

"Elena, I really shouldn't, I don't feel right," Bonnie protested. Elena walked into the room and heard Bonnie gasp behind her. "Yeah, it's beautiful," Elena breathed. The Salvatore brothers were known for their great taste. Bonnie marveled at the polished wooden floors and the cozy looking bed.

Bonnie turned to Elena and muttered gratefully, "Thank you." Elena nodded before singing while walking out of the room, "Yell if you need anything. I'll call you down for lunch later."

Bonnie sat down on the bed and looked around the room wondering what it'd be like to live with a Salvatore. She quickly erased that idea from her head as she opened her bag and pulled out her grandmother's and great-grandmother's grimoires.

"Maybe I should start with my grandmother's considering Katherine didn't know her spells," Bonnie murmured to herself. Within minutes, she was ruling out possible spells and circling ones that would work.

Damon

Damon walked out of his room thirty minutes later after having cooled down and was surprised to hear Bonnie's voice chanting Latin. He quietly walked to the room not wanting to disturb her.

He leaned against the doorframe to the guest room and watched Bonnie arch her fingers in the air and mutter spells. A ring of fire, since that was her main element, circled her while she was sitting cross-legged and Damon never thought she looked more stunning. He felt his heart ache at the thought of her soft lips against him and her slender fingers entwined with his.

It's not over yet, Damon thought fiercely, I'll fight till the glimmer of hope in her eyes fades. Bonnie ended her spell and sighed as she realized that wasn't the right one.

Suddenly, she noticed someone in the doorway and being startled; she held up her hand and flung the person against the wall. Damon groaned as his back met the wall and watched as realization crossed Bonnie's face.

"What do you want?" Bonnie asked coldly as she still held him against the wall.

"Nothing, I was just watching," Damon said defensively. Bonnie felt her face soften and she released him from her grip. He fell to the floor on his feet and adjusted his shirt, huffing. He wasn't used to being controlled like that.

Seeing her broken figure on the bed, he desperately said, "Bonnie, isn't there some kind of spell you can do that can prove I love you? Something that'll show whatever happened in the alley wasn't my fault?" Damon looked at her hopelessly and he heard that absurd idea being tested in her mind.

"Actually, yeah," Bonnie said slowly, "there is a spell."

Ah, sorry that this is so short! I'm sort of lacking inspiration right now! Please review and tell me what you think :]