The sun is beaming, its bright rays streaming through the trees. I run out into the opening, my hair flowing behind me with the light air pushing against it. The sun even brighter without the trees blocking its path now. I can feel the warmth of the sun flow over my body. I smile letting my skin soak up the rays.
The smile that I was wearing on my face breaks as I see a figure in the light. I don't even have to think about who it is. Her long brown hair is in loose curls, moving with the wind. She turns around to face me, her olive skin is pale but glistens in the rays of the sun. Her smile catches me off guard, I'm frozen in place. The grass from here is going up to both of our ankles, longer than what I remembered from here. The trees are in full bloom, an abundance of leaves covering the outskirts of this clearing.
She's wearing a familiar long sleeved blue shirt, the few buttons that exist at the top of the shirt are undone revealing the top of her chest. Her necklace is hanging down low, falling right where the shirt ends. The shirt is my shirt, my face scrunches up in a moment of confusion. Of course she took it out of my room. My jeans are hugging her body the same way that they form to my own body. She has an index finger in each pocket, slightly tugging at the jeans, exposing some of her hips. The same mannerism that I have done countless times.
"I think that I have you pretty down. I mean I look just like you but its easy to follow how you move. Simple for a human." The smile she was wearing falls at the last word. "But you're not human anymore. It was just as easy to get into your head though. You're not nearly strong enough yet to stop me from entering." I want to run but I know it is pointless. She's controlling what is going on, something that Damon never did to me. "Once again you seem to be ruining my plans. You weren't suppose to be turned."
The way she is speaking is almost as if she seems bored as she makes her way through the long grass over to me. She has a sway with the way that she moves, like she is walking to a beat in her own head.
"I figured with a scene like this that it might keep you at ease a little bit, but really what do I care?" With her words the leaves on the tress fall away fading to brown as they fall to the ground crumbling with decay. The grass that is at our feet turns to a faded gold, no longer having a shimmer to it. Dark cloud roll in above us, the ray from the sun disappearing behind them. The warmth that was heating up my flesh is gone with it.
Her face is close to mine now, her dark brown eyes filled with a fire. I can almost see the thoughts she has dancing behind them. "You know what I am here. I take what I want. You obviously know that we both have an interest in the same man. I'll get him back but before I do I will just have to teach him a lesson about falling for other girls."
My whole body is trembling as she is running her fingertips up and down my arms. She moves her body closer to mine so they are now touching. I can feel my bottom lip trembling, her lips getting too close for comfort to mine. "I claim what's rightfully mine." She's moved even closer to me. Her hands are now moving down my sides and resting on my hips. I can feel her cool breath roll across my face. I close my eyes, I can feel her lips just an inch away from mine.
With a force she pulls me into her, my hips crashing hard against hers. I close my eyes even tighter, too frightened to open them, to see the woman who ended my life. "It disgusts me to see him showing all of these emotions. I'll get him back though, Damon will always belong to me." Her bottom lips brushes against mine from the close proximity.
Her lips crash against mine, my eyes widen in shock as my body stiffens. I can feel her face change as her fangs extend. The sharp ends of them pricking my bottom lip, a small trickle of blood entering my mouth.
I sit up quickly in my bed, my breathing heavy from my dream. The sheets fall off from around me exposing my bare chest. I look over next to me, the spot where Damon had been laying next to me is empty. The impression from his body still embedded into the sheets. The door to the room is closed. The heavy blood red curtains to the room are closed shut, stopping the sun from coming in. I can see the light from outside breaking through from underneath, the bright light hitting the wood floor.
After the nightmare that I just had I want nothing more than to be able to go over to the window to see the sun with its incandescent rays flowing down on me. I solemnly get out of the bed, walking over to Damon's dresser. I open up the top drawer to see it filled with some of my clothes. I gratefully pull out a pair of jeans along with a tight fitting white v-cut shirt. I slide them on then make my way down the stairs.
I can hear two voices talking in the parlor. One of them is Damon's, I would be able to pick his voice out of anywhere.
"If it wasn't for the situation that Elena is in I wouldn't be here right now." The other voice is just as familiar. I pick up my pace, rushing into the parlor. I stop at the entrance, the both of them looking at me.
Her dark black hair is curled around the soft features of her faze. Her hazel eyes staring at me intently. Bonnie's face is so different from what I remember. She used to be so full of life, a smile always on her face. Now all I could see on her features was grief, the life in her eyes extinguished from the loss of her grandmother all because of Damon. Bonnie's body goes a little stiff from my presence. I expect to be ravenous around her, not having fed in hours. Instead I can smell something potent. The odor is bittersweet, making my nose scrunch up in distaste. I then remember the day that I gave her the perfume bottle filled with vervain extract. The hunger that I should have had is repressed, making being around her bearable.
"There's no reason to think Elena is going to do anything. I'm here to stop her and I'm sure you can do the same thing but I happen to trust her." Damon says, his eyes falling back onto Bonnie.
"If I'm going to do this I need to know that I can trust you." Damon's eyes watch Bonnie's every movement as she opens up the grimoire, the old pages being turned slowly at her touch. A few pages before the end of the book Bonnie stops. Her eyes going over the scripted words. She lifts her head back up, her eyes moving back to Damon's. "I need you to make a blood promise to me."
For an instant I can see a flicker go across Damon's face, his calm resolve fading for a brief second before he collects himself again. "I need to know that you wont go back to the way you were as long as you are in Mystic Falls. I also need you to promise me that you'll get rid of Katherine. I wont let anything happen to this town."
Damon doesn't wait to respond, he walks a little closer to Bonnie. The Bonnie I once knew would have backed away from his advances. This new Bonnie was a lot stronger though, she didn't show any fear. She kept her position, her eyes hard. "I'll do it."
Bonnie nods her head. "You do this and I will make Elena and Jeremy rings so they can go out into the sun. I wont let them suffer just because they're doomed to live a life of darkness and be plagued by your presence."
"You're making this really hard for me because you know I wont risk saying anything." Damon says clinching his teeth together at the end of his sentence, his jaw becoming tight.
"I know that you wont risk Elena be completely unhappy so yes I am using it to my advantage to be a complete bitch to you. Its not like you don't deserve it." Damon's face isn't as hard anymore with Bonnie's words.
"I do appreciate you doing this for Elena, I know that if it was anyone else you wouldn't have done it but it doesn't make the act anything less than what it is. Also….thank you…for the night at the Founder's Day celebration." Its hard for him to get the words out, to make them sound like a genuine apology. I can feel it though, I can tell that Bonnie can too. She's taken off guard at his comment, never expecting to hear anything but a witty retort from him. Her hardened features soften for a moment before she gets her resolve back.
There's so much that I want to say. I want it to be like old times. I want to run to her and tell her all of the good and bad things that are happening. The change that I see in Damon, how much I really do love him. I want to tell her about Katherine coming into my dreams. There are so many things but I keep myself at the entrance to the parlor, letting them continue on with what they are doing.
Bonnie opens up her purse, producing a small dagger. I can see on the handle of it an inscription in Latin. Magus. Engraved in perfect cursive into the polished handle. "Do you know how this works?" Bonnie asks turning to Damon, the dagger gripped tightly in her right hand.
"I've only heard things about it, rarely does anyone actually do anything like it. I know that Katherine did with Emily."
"Katherine made a promise to Emily that she would never hurt our bloodline but in exchange Emily had to do whatever Katherine wanted. To seal the deal Katherine gave some of her blood to Emily from a wound that was cut from her enchanted dagger. If Katherine were to ever hurt any of Emily's descendants it would ultimately destroy Katherine. You're going to promise me that none of you will not spill the blood of any innocents in Mystic Falls along with the promise that you will end Katherine." Bonnie looks back in between Damon and I.
You're going to make this promise? I still haven't fully convinced myself that he is going to kill Katherine. The disbelief still runs through my mind.
I'm doing this for you. His voice is set and stern. My once beating heart feels an ache as it wants to beat rapidly from his words.
You know what you're risking? I feel somewhat stupid for asking but at the same time I want to make sure that he understands the extent to what he is doing.
I hardly consider this a risk Elena, this is a promise that I will bring Katherine down. The fear that I have rising in my chest is from the thought that I have that he might not be able to kill her like is is promising. That once he see's her again he wont be able to kill her, breaking his promise to Bonnie and killing him. Leaving me with no one.
Her eyes falling back onto Damon who already had the palm of his hand held out for her. Bonnie took his hand in hers. She paused for a moment, the dagger dangling above his pale skin. I could hear her whispers in Latin. The air in the room becoming colder. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself. I see the sharp end of the dagger drag across his skin. His face doesn't even flinch, I know that the pain is nothing but a prick of the skin to him. The bright red of blood coming out of the fresh wound. Bonnie grabs a small glass vial that had been sitting on the cherry colored wooden table. She tilts his hand, putting the glass under the wound. The blood streams slowly down inside of the vial. The bright red now changed to a crimson as it begins to collect. The vial fills up just as the wound on Damon's hand begins to heal. Damon place's his hand back down by his side.
"Do you have the jewelry?" Bonnie is all business. The change in her is significant. I frown lightly at the thought. I can still feel the want of being able to talk to her along with the guilt for what I have dragged her into.
Damon pulls two rings out of a long faded velvet box. One ring is larger and black, looking a lot like his, along with John's and Alaric's. The other ring is a lot smaller in comparison. The band of it is silver while there is a black face in the middle, a small crest in the middle of it. I can tell the that smaller ring is for a female but that it is also barring the Salvatore crest.
I watch Bonnie curiously as she places both of her hands flat above the rings. Bonnie looks down at the grimoire, scanning the page for a quick remembrance of the words. Bonnie closes her eyes as she once more begins to chant in Latin. "Dedi lemma tutela ex lux lucis." There is a flash of light so bright that I have to cover my eyes behind my arm. The light disappears and Bonnie has stopped talking. Her body is stiff though. The rings stay lay perfectly untouched on the table.
Bonnie doesn't say anything but picks up her bag making her way out of the parlor. She stops right next to me, the both of us looking at each other. I open my mouth to say something to her, anything, but I can't find any words. Her tough exterior fades as we look at each other. I can see her wanting to say something to me also but I don't think that she can find the words either.
"I'm sorry." My words are nothing but a broken whisper. Bonnie walks past me, making her way to the door.
"Don't forget our promise Damon." Bonnie's voice calls out clearly from the front door before I hear it slam shut. I close my eyes tightly when I hear them impact then open them back up to see Damon opening and closes the palm of his hand. Flexing the area that had just been cut open but no traces of the wound remained.
"Is it that easy? I mean to make these things?" I ask walking down the few steps to the table that Damon is standing at, my fingers running across the cool metal of the rings.
"No. Bonnie is the only one that can do it. No one can just become a witch, if that was the case I we would have a lot more of them running around. The only reason Bonnie can is because it has been in her bloodline since the beginning. That's the only way that witches can become who they are. I don't know how it all started before that. I just know that now they have to be from a bloodline to be able to wield the magic." Damon is now also looking down at the rings with me. His fingers slide over the smaller of the two.
Damon takes his hand, bringing my right one in his. Damon slides the ring onto my ring finger, the metal feeling cool against my skin. "This ring was my mothers. She passed away when I was fifteen. My father kept her ring in his room, after everything that had happened I took the ring back. I've been holding it all of these years. I figured it would be the best option for you, its not too extravagant like the rest of ours are, it wont stand out that much." His eyes are still looking down at the ring resting on my finger. My eyes are down on it also, the perfectly engraved crest sitting beautifully against the black plating of face of the ring.
We look up at each other at the same time. My hands lightly trembling from his touch. Damon leans down to me, his lips placing softly against my own. My eyes close in natural reaction to his touch. His lips break away from mine but I can feel myself wanting so much more.
I push my hair back behind my ear, looking down at the ground in a small embarrassment from always having these thoughts that still send a warm flush over my body.
"Why don't you test it out?"