Look At Those Eyes

Bonnie Bennett

The moment I see him walk out the door I turn around and give Stefan a call. Over the course of the last few years Stefan has become more of a friend to me than almost anyone else (with the exception of Caroline). We really bonded over the whole Silas/Qetsiyah situation and have only grown closer since then.

"Hey, we've got some trouble. There's a hunter in town and I don't think he's alone" I say quietly into the phone.

"Is this just a 'heads up' call or a 'get rid of them' kind of call?"

"This time it's just a heads up. From what I can tell, they haven't seen your kind before."

"'Our kind,' what exactly does that mean?"

"He's a hunter. He was born and raised to be a hunter, but the things he's fought before are different. They're not what you are."

"Umm, okay, Bon," he says doubtfully.

"Just play extra human until they're gone, please." I say almost desperately.

"Okay, I will."

"Thanks and Stefan…"

"I'll call him."

"Thanks," I say lightly and hang up.

I'm not ready to talk to Damon yet. I ran out of bed and off to work quickly this morning to avoid any conversation. We've had an on again/off again relationship for the last few years and right now we're in the in between (off but moving towards on). Last night we made a move that was firmly in the on status but I'm not ready for us to talk about our relationship right now. The fact that Damon and I even have a relationship to consider still surprises me. I can't say that we're in love but I can say that we both love each other. More than we should.

I remember the first time Matt told me he thought Damon loved me. It was three years after my resurrection and he told me it was something I deserved to know. Elena had been the one to mention it to him once and it stuck with him for a while. She said that she thought Damon stayed back for me on the island because he loved me. It often appeared as hate existed between us but in his own way, Damon actually loved me. It was weird "Damon logic."

"That's funny Matt, but I don't see it. Have you ever seen us together? We tolerate each other because we're a good team but love isn't something I would say is there" I said with a chuckle.

"No, Bonnie you don't want to see it" he said. "You didn't see him when we all found out you died. It affected us all but for those couple months he went a little crazy. He wouldn't accept that you were gone for good and he was the one that made a deal with Emily and the spirits about bringing you back."

"What?"

"Yeah I know. It sounds crazy but you should have seen it happening. He really seemed to need you back."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I'm your friend and I love you. And I think it's time for you to move on. Jeremy has been gone for a while now but you don't have to be alone."

That talk didn't leave me desperate to run into Damon's arms but it did open my eyes. What followed was a friendship built on a newfound trust in each other that slowly turned into something more. Slowly but surely we became a pair. Ours is definitely not something I ever imagined would happen, but sometimes life leads you to people you never expected.

I go to Sam in my mind again. My thoughts stay in remembrance of what I saw in his eyes. They were filled with so much but empty at the same time. There were stories in his eyes. Stories about family and life and death, but there was nothing to them in him. There was literally nothing in him. I wonder what happened. How do you lose your soul? Was he cursed? Was his soul stolen? What I saw didn't leave me with any idea. But I'll be damned if I don't find out.

I'm still captured by these thoughts when Damon comes in. His are eyes that always catch me. Though I hate to admit it sometimes, there's no mistaking that they're mesmerizing. With those eyes he can lure you in and keep you there as long as he wants. It's frustrating. Of all the things that keep me stuck on him, his eyes are high on the list.

"Good morning my little witch," he says with a smirk.

"Damon, my name is not 'little witch," I say back.

"I know that's why I said my little witch. It wasn't a name merely a title," he replies with a wink and leans in for a kiss.

Grudgingly I go in to return it.

"Did Stefan call you yet?" I inquire.

"About the pest problem, yes he did. I came over to see if you wanted me to handle that."

"There's nothing to 'handle' yet. Just keep your eyes and your ears open."

"Are you sure? Things have been pretty calm here lately. Do we really need some hunter messing that up?"

"Damon, I am not going to give you permission to kill a human."

"Fine, Bonnie. I'm just trying to protect everyone."

I have to roll my eyes at him. "Okay. Here's what you can do then, follow him. He's tall. He has kind of long dark brown hair, green eyes, and he's wearing a red and white flannel with a forest green jacket over it and jeans. When you find him, call me. If it looks like he's found anything, call me. Don't hurt him. Just call me."

"Alright Judgy I can do that" he says.

"It's been a while since you've called me that" I say to him.

"It's been a while since you judged my clearly superior suggestions" he says with another smirk.

"Bye Damon" I say with a scoff.

When I see Dean Winchester walk through the door I'm not surprised at all. From what I saw in Sam, I knew his brother wouldn't leave him to work on his own with or without a soul.

Dean's eyes are different. The tales they have behind them have emotion lining every part. There is a pain and an ache there that Sam's are missing (I guess soullessness doesn't run in the family). They make me want to stare into them forever and find the stories he looks like he'll never tell.

"You know they say it's rude to stare. Haven't you ever seen a pretty face before?"

I raise an eyebrow and smirk. Funny guy.

"Sorry, just trying to place your face. I don't think I've seen you around here."

"No I'm just passing through."

Doubtful.

"Right. Well, what can I get you while you're here?"

"Can I have a beer and a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon?"

"Coming up," I say and hand him a beer.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket so I go to place his order and answer.

"Hey Bonnie are you sure this guy is looking for vampires?" Damon says from the other end.

"He's a hunter and he said he's looking for a new species. From what I was able to catch he has already fought vampires before and this town in crawling with you guys. Why?"

"He's researching you and your family. He's good too. He's hacked his way through the archives in this town faster than anyone I've ever seen. But it's definitely you that he's researching."

I pause for a moment, unable to know what to say. Why is he researching me? I know I messed up a little when we talked but what would make him go looking for my history?

"Are you still adamant about not taking care of him?" Damon asks.

"Yes, I am. Come back to the Grill now."

"Bon—"

"If he's looking for me I need you here" I say and hang up the phone.

Dean's order is ready when I'm finished so I grab it and go back. I maintain the small talk with him for a little but I'm more focused on why Sam was looking me up. What is this case they're working on? Dean doesn't seem to have any suspicions about me so I'm assuming they haven't talked about it yet. In the corner of my eye I see Sam come in again and I tense for a moment until I see Damon right behind him.

Sam walks up to Dean at the bar and they have a silent conversation.

"I'll tell you in a minute," is all I hear as I approach.

"I told you I'd be seeing you soon Bonnie" he says to me.

"Yeah, I didn't think it'd be so soon though."

"Working can make a man hungry" he says in response. I glare into his eyes a little. There's something in the way he's looking at me now that brings a tension into the air between us. However, I am not one to back down from a challenge and if he wants to play this game with me I'll go all in. Might as well hint to him that I know more than it may seem as well.

"I suppose it does. Want the same thing as your brother?"

"Yes I do," he answers back.

Dean's face at this moment is honestly quite hilarious. It's obvious that at this point, he knows less than either of us about the situation and I don't even really know why they're here.

"Coming up" I say and I give Sam a chance to talk to Dean. He deserves to be in on what's happening. With Damon not far off, I know he'll hear everything and catch me up as well.

I leave them for a while; long enough for everything to be exposed. But eventually Sam's order is up and I'm too curious to stay back and wait for Damon to tell me everything later. I creep towards the bar but keep my ears open to what is being said.

"If that girl's the key than we're closer to getting your soul back than we thought" I hear Dean say excitedly. They're looking for his soul. How am I the key?

"Yeah, we are…" Sam replies back hesitantly. He doesn't exactly sound like a man happy to get back what he's lost.

"As much as I enjoy hearing your little melodrama about your soul and hearing you idiots talk about my girl, I think it's time for me to interrupt you" I hear Damon say loudly, announcing his presence. "How exactly do you plan on getting Bonnie?"

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