Once they had their stomachs full, they stayed up for a little while longer sharing small talk with each other. Then the both of them went to bed for the night, Damon slept in the top bunk and Bonnie slept in the bottom bunk. They slept solidly all through the night, until Bonnie woke up with the feeling of a full bladder. She opened her eyes to darkness, since they had blown out the candles when they went to sleep to decline their melting, because they had decided to rest at the bunker for a few days. And of course it was dark because of no electricity being on in the bunker.
So, Bonnie reached for her flashlight that she had placed next to her in the bed and turned it on, she aimed it at her watch to see what time it was and saw that it was just before eight o'clock in the morning despite it being dark in the bunker. With the urge to go to the bathroom really coming on. She swung her legs over the bed and got out. Using her flashlight to see her way to the door. She opened the door, was greeted with the bright morning sun shining outside.
She stepped outside and turned off her flashlight. Then made her way several yards away from the bunker, going behind some bushes she pulled down her pants and underwear. Squatting, she let out a sigh of relief as she peed what felt like a gallon of liquid. Once she was finished, she pulled back up her underwear, pants and was ready to start the day as she made her way back to the bunker.
She had left the door open and didn't shut it, so when she stepped back inside of the bunker, through the bright morning daylight she had seen Damon now awake and sitting up in his bunker.
Damon watched her as she came in. "Good morning, Bonnie."
Bonnie returned in a friendly tone. "Morning, Damon."
"I woke up and saw that you weren't here and that the door was open." Damon yawned.
"Oh, did I wake you?" Bonnie questioned.
"Not really, I was about to wake up either way." Damon replied. "So, where did you go just now."
She shrugged. "Just had to relieve myself."
He understood, there wasn't any bathroom in the bunker. He woke up in the middle of the night to relieve his own bladder and she hadn't even noticed because she was knocked out in her sleep for most of the night. Which told him that she must have been tired, but she appeared well rested this morning from her appearance. As the night's sleep had done her some good. It did him some good as well.
"I see. I guess we are both up for the rest of the day then." He ran a hand through his sleep tousled black mane of hair.
"Yeah, I got a good night's sleep and I'm ready to be up for the day." Bonnie confirmed.
"Alright then how about be start the day off with some breakfast." Damon suggested.
She got the hand sanitizer out of her bag, used it on her hands. "I'm all for that."
He added. "And how about some coffee as well, since it's include in the MRE's."
She nodded. "I could use coffee, been a while since I had it."
Damon said. "So, you're a coffee drinker."
"I have it when I can." Bonnie told him. "I love it, especially with cream and sugar."
"Me too. I consider myself a bit of a coffee addict." Damon let her know.
"Couldn't blame you, it's wonderful especially when it's grinded right down from coffee beans and then brewed fresh." Bonnie stated.
Damon eyed her. "You've had coffee made right from the beans?"
Bonnie answered. "Right from South America, where the coffee is the best."
Beginning to grab the items that he needed to make them their coffee, he was in disbelief. "You're kidding, right from South America."
"That's what I said." She moved over to the MRE's, going over the selection to see what she wanted to eat for that morning.
"No cars, for the most part. No airplanes. So, how in the world did you get coffee beans right from South America." He was taken aback by the thought.
"The guy I got it from had traveled on horseback from South America, through Central America. Then eventually made his way to the United States." Bonnie explained. "It took him years to do that, but he managed to keep the coffee beans in a tightly sealed pack."
He proceeded with making coffee for the both of them. "That's something else, truly."
She said. "Yep, me being a smuggler I made a deal with the guy. Got some trade for his coffee beans. And after I kept a supply for myself, I used the rest to trade for other items,foods and goods. People paid a nice price for those beans, since most of the only coffee left around is the instant stuff which had been made years ago."
Damon whistled. "Wish that I could had a chance to drink coffee right from the beans."
Bonnie put in. "The instant kind is not bad, actually instant coffee can be pretty good, especially when the other option is no coffee at all."
"Trust me, I'm not complaining. There is no such thing as being picky about your food or drinks in this world." Damon commented.
That was something that Bonnie agreed completely with him on. They moved onto preparing their breakfast with the MRE's that each of them picked out. There weren't any true breakfast types of food options among. But as Damon had said, not many people could be picky about food in the post apocalypse. And MRE's were one of the best meals that any person could get their hands on.
This time Damon had picked the chicken and rice dish, while Bonnie had went for the vegetable and lentil bean stew. They heated up their meals following the instructions on the MRE's and settled down to have breakfast, with their coffee that the MRE had provided.
They kept the door to the bunker open to allow the light in since it was such a nice day outside.
Damon spoke after a moment. "So, now that we have agreed to a friendship, why don't we move on to the steps of getting to know each other."
"Like what?" Bonnie sampled the cracker, which had come with her stew. It wasn't bad.
"Nothing too deep just yet if you don't feel comfortable going there. You know just the small stuff." Damon hinted.
"That's fine with me for a start." Bonnie agreed.
His lips curved. "You don't mind me asking you some personal questions then."
She directed. "Depending on what they are, no I don't mind you asking me some personal questions."
He studied her closely. "Where are you from?"
"Washington." Bonnie took the time to sample some of her coffee.
"D.C." Damon figured.
"No, the state of Washington. Just outside of Seattle." Bonnie corrected.
"Don't think that I've even visited the state of Washington." Damon commented.
"It's a beautiful place to live in." Bonnie remembered the scenery of the state.
Taking the time to savor the coffee, and it's warm caffeine flavor, he went on. "I assume that you haven't visited the East Coast."
Wiping her mouth before speaking she said. "Nope, this is in fact the furthest East that I have been."
He stated, "The furthest that I have been east was Colorado, when I had to go there on some mission with the Militia."
"Yeah, I've spent all of my life on the West Coast really. Stayed in Washington until my Dad passed away. Then I had to start traveling elsewhere, to look for the best places to survive." Bonnie recalled.
"On your own without any help?" Damon wondered.
"On my own." Bonnie replied.
Damon smirked. "With a tough woman like you, I guess it shouldn't surprise me."
"Not at all." She gave him a smirk of her own. "Now how about telling me where you are from."
"South California." Damon mentioned.
"Another beautiful place to live in." Bonnie commented.
He nodded in agreement.
She ate a handful more of her food.
Damon paused. "I know about what happened to your dad…...but what about your Mother."
Feeling more relaxed around him, she had no problems telling him this. "She passed away too, so both of my parents are dead."
"Wait, did she get murdered by the Militia as well?" Damon frowned.
"Nah, she died right after she gave birth to me. I never even got to see her alive." Bonnie shook her head.
"She did? Did you find out why exactly." Damon put in with sensitivity to the subject.
"I don't know exactly, just know that it was from some sort of medical complication which had resulted from her being pregnant with me. Probably something that could have been fixed, cured if she had found the right doctor. But, medical infrastructure had been severely damaged by the massive storms and destruction weather disasters. And most of the medical advances that were made were lost or wiped out on a large scale."
Bonnie finished off soberly. "So, a few hours after she gave birth she wasn't able to get the medical attention that she needed and died. Leaving it up to my father to care for and raise me."
Damon felt empathy for her. "Sorry to learn about your mother passing like that."
She expressed in a quiet verbal way. "It's okay, I mean I would have loved to have her alive. But, I take comfort in the fact knowing she loved me during the time in which she was carrying me for nine months."
He just looked on and said nothing.
"She had given me a letter explaining how much she had loved me in a letter."
Bonnie still took the letter with her everywhere that she went. Because it had meant so much to her. And she read the letter so much that it she knew it by heart.
Dear Bonnie.
Yes, Bonnie is what your Dad and I decided to call you. We came up with the name even before you were born. I'm writing this as you are growing inside of me still, along about seven months now with you. I'm writing you this because I'm having some difficulty with my pregnancy and I'm not sure if I will be alive to see you.
So, it's important to get this message to you. Honestly to tell you the truth when I first discovered I was pregnant with you. I was hesitate and doubtful. Not because it had anything with not wanting a baby or wanting to reject you. I was doubtful because I was afraid of giving birth to a child, bringing a baby into the harsh environment the world has become and exposing the child to the dangers, horrors of it.
However, the more that I carried you, the more that I loved and became attached to you, even without seeing you yet. I realize babies like you are the future of our world, one which will prevent the extinction of mankind. And bring in hope for the future, even though the worse that the human race has to offer. I know that you will be part of the best of what humanity has to offer.
Listen to me when I ask for you to live your life to the fullest and to fight everyday to survive. I just know that you will grow up to make me proud, even if I die. I know that you'll accomplish all that this world has left to offer. And always know that whether in life or death I will always cherish you as by daughter.
Love from your Mom Abby."
The words in those letters stuck with her and always would. She didn't know how Abby had known she would have a girl, Perhaps it was a woman's intuition. Or the baby-mother connection even if the womb. But, because of the letter, Bonnie had loved her Mom just as much as she had her Dad. Even though she never got the chance to see her Mom.
"Her message to me, her dying to give me life, is part of the reason why I fight so hard to survive each day." Bonnie whispered.
"Sounds like your mother cared about you for as long as she was alive." Damon grabbed at the small pack of trail mix, which was included in his breakfast MRE meal. "Unfortunately can't say the same for my Mother."
Bonnie leaned forward. "What do you mean by that."
Damon chewed on the mix of nuts and raisins. "Never got to see my Mother either. The difference with me is that she lived and abandoned me at birth."
Bonnie repeated. "Abandoned you at birth, how do you know of this."
"I was told, once I was born and out of the womb, she put me into a dumpster as a newborn, to fend for myself. Apparently she couldn't be bothered with me, and was eager to get rid of me. Didn't want a baby around holding down her life I guess." Damon had an unpleasant expression on his face now.
"Are you one hundred percent sure that this is true?" This time Bonnie frowned.
Damon shrugged. "Haven't been otherwise proven to be untrue. So, I take it as a fact that she abandoned me when I was a newborn. I haven't seen her in all of life, I mean if she didn't do it, I would think she would have sought me out, but she hasn't. She just left me behind to go and live her life wherever."
Bonnie felt anger towards this woman, whoever it was did a terrible and cowardly thing to what was an innocent newborn Damon. "Sounds like a shitty human being and an even worse mother."
Damon brooded. "Same here. I wanted to meet her for the longest time just to ask her why she abandoned me and to confront her with how shitty of a Mother that she was. Not that she would care, but I wanted to give her as piece of my mind."
"As you should, it's too bad she couldn't face the consequences of being an awful parent." Bonnie mumbled.
"Yeah, if she didn't abandon me then I wouldn't have been adopted." He air quoted. "Into the Militia. I was found in the dumpster by the Militia and therefore raised into the life since I was small. Because of her the Militia life is all that I knew."
"I hate you had to go through so a ordeal." Bonnie said with sincere sympathy.
Damon noticed how the mood in the room had lowered and become more depressing because of him bringing up the subject of his mother. He didn't intend to lower the mood, it was just a sore spot in his life which he got off of his chest. And he never even talked much about it until with Bonnie just now.
Because his mother's abandonment always soured his mood and made him feel bitter, he desired not to linger on it any longer. And wanted to change the subject. "Ah, who needs her anyway. I'm better off without her."
"Right." Bonnie muttered.
"Hey, let's discuss something lighter." Damon waved a hand as if to brush the subject to the side.
"Alright." Bonnie went, but she still thought that it was messed up what his mother did to him. And could see that it bothered him even more than he let on. Because of it, she felt sorry for him.
Pushing what happened to him as a newborn out of his mind, he pressed on with the next question. "So, what are your hobbies. What do you do for fun."
She thought about the question before she spoke. "Hmmmm, I would say my number one hobby would be photography."
Damon was honestly interested. "You liked to take pictures."
"I did." Bonnie confirmed.
"What camera did you use?" Damon asked of curiosity.
"It wasn't any types of fancy camera on anything." Bonnie stated. "Just some of those disposable cameras. I would go around all day taking pictures of different things. And when the camera was full they were developed. My dad saw that I loved taking photographs. So he built a shed in our backyard. A shed which he set up a photo developing shop just for me. He would take the film my disposable camera and would develop them in the shed for me. I was excited to see how the pictures came out each time."
"Sounds like you had one hell of a dad." Damon complimented.
Bonnie smiled. "Yeah, he was a wonderful father, did everything that he could to assure I had the best childhood I could possibly have under the circumstances of this world."
This made Damon think about his own biological father and how he had never known him either.
"I love photography so much that if the apocalypse never happened and the world was still normal, I would make a career out of taking photographs." Bonnie sighed.
"It would have been nice if we could have made money from doing something that we loved." Damon mentioned.
"Yes, it would have been." She fully agreed.
He pressed his lips together. "If I could have made a career out of something, then it would be a rock star."
She cocked her head to the side. "Seriously?"
Damon nodded. "I used to have a guitar which I played on all of the time, I loved that guitar, it really helped me cope through the troubling times. I would play it and sing my own songs and everything. I sure do much it since I don't have it around anymore."
Now it was her turn to be curious. "Are you any good at singing?"
"I'm awesome at playing the guitar." Damon grinned.
"Not what I asked you." Bonnie raised a brow.
"Don't know how good at singing I am." Damon shrugged.
Bonnie returned. "Well, you said that you wanted to be a rock star. So, I assume you would know how well you are at singing."
Damon took his last sip of coffee. "I would become a rock star if I could, still I don't know how great of a singer I am, know one has really ever told me."
"I could be the judge of that." Bonnie offered.
"You want me to sing for you." Damon blinked.
"Obviously." Bonnie said.
After giving it a thought. "Nah.
She put her now finished meal to the side. "Why not?"
"Could be awful, I wouldn't want to hurt your ears or anything." Damon joked.
"You could also be an excellent singer." Bonnie countered in a friendly way.
"Not going to sing for you." Damon smirked.
Bonnie challenged. "You're going to sing for me one day, Damon Salvatore."
Damon snorted. "You wish."
This earned a slight laugh from Bonnie.
"Since I lost my guitar, I took my time up with reading to entertain myself." Damon added.
"You read, like actual books?" Bonnie was taken aback by this.
"I read actual books and I enjoy them very much." Damon mumbled.
"Wow, didn't take you as the reading type." Bonnie was amused.
He furrowed his brow. "Hey, what do you mean by that."
She raised up her hands. "Trust me, it's not meant to be an insult. Just surprises me that a man such as yourself enjoys reading, that's all."
He playfully pointed in the air. "Well, I do enjoy reading so you don't have to be so astonished Bon-Bon."
"Okay, Okay." Bonnie put in. "I like to read books too."
"Then that is something that you and I have in common." Damon remarked.
"It is." Bonnie agreed.
Damon went. "Perhaps we will find some books to read on our journey to entertain ourselves."
Bonnie nodded. "Hopefully, we will."
BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK
They moved on from the bunker and took all of the MRE's and the remaining bottles of water with them as they traveled. Then for the next three and a half, nearly four weeks they made their slow and steady way on foot across the state of New Mexico. Until they were now at a point which they were a few more weeks away from making it to the Texas border, from their calculations at the rate in which they were walking.
As they spent nearly four weeks making their way across New Mexico, they had made grand process in their relationship and had built a solid foundation to their friendships. And now as friends were getting to know the small things about each other, as each day past. It was to the point where Damon was enjoying having her as his friend and Bonnie was appreciating him, glad that he was in her company, so far from how she felt about him when they first met. She didn't just view him as a business partner now, but as a friend who aided her in her quest for survival.
When they had made their way across the state, they had went through some towns, and what used to be some highly populated areas. Then there were stretches where they went through large areas of wilderness and woods. During each day, they would each eat two MRE's between the both of them, instead of eating three a day. They decided to go to two, to try and preserve the MRE's for as long as they could. Still the MRE's were getting less each day and they knew that soon they would have to search for food again.
One time during the weeks they had traveled, they had came up upon a town. Or what used to be a town. They could only tell that it was a town from the sign which had said so. But, once they entered, all they saw was piles of destruction and ruin. Rubble, wood, metal, and pieces of structure laid all over the place and had crowded the landscape. For miles and miles there had been nothing but what was former buildings and houses laid to ruin in rubble.
It wasn't hard to tell that this town had been part of the casualties of the machine that had gone haywire. And some massive storm had spent through and claimed the town. They both figured that the death on that town must have been high. There were many towns and cities like it across the world, where weather disasters had completely destroyed all that there was. The towns and cities which were left standing, were simply there by luck.
Currently they were in a rural area of eastern New Mexico. Where buildings lined a narrow road, on both sides, with overgrown lawns of weeds and grass.
"Man, it's like a ghost town here." Damon observed looking around.
"It's a ghost town just about everywhere we go." Bonnie pointed out.
Damon said. "True."
Then he heard some rustling in one of the yards which had overgrown grass, however couldn't see what had caused it.
"What is that?" Damon asked out loud.
"What is what?" Bonnie's eyes scanned the area.
"That noise." Damon hinted.
She shifted on her feet. "I don't hear anything."
He gestured. "Just to the right in the yard right ahead of us."
Cupping her ear, Bonnie tried to listen closer and sure enough she heard the rustling in the woods, which sounded like something or someone moving around.
The noise moved closer to them, as it was footsteps pushing through the weeds and grass. "Crap, we might not be alone after all." Alarmed and on edge he started to reach for his revolver.
Bonnie watched on trying to get a sight of what was causing the noise.
Damon got out his revolver. "Whoever you are, you better come out or I'll shoot you."
Less than a minute later three dogs came out, they barked looking over in the direction of the pair of humans before running off with each other to the left.
"Congrats, you got spooked by a bunch of wild dogs." Bonnie snorted.
"Hey, you know that you can't be on your guard too much." Damon put his revolver away.
"Chill dude, I was just messing with you, isn't that what friends do they kid around with each other." Bonnie's lips curved.
He blew out on a half laugh. "Friends kid around with each other indeed."
The two of them continued on through the area, until Damon stopped in his tracks. He kneeled down and began digging at the dirt with his hands.
Bonnie placed her hands on her hips. "Just what are you doing?"
Damon told her. "I think that I saw something useful to use under the dirt."
She stood there and watched him dig, wondering what in the world he had seen.
He kept digging through the dirt with his bare hands, until he got what he was looking for. "There it is."
"What did you find?" Bonnie moved closer to him to see.
"I got these." Damon stood to his feet. "They look like potatoes, don't they."
Bonnie viewed the handful of what he had. "They are potatoes."
Damon viewed them in his hand, they were small about the size of a golf ball, however he had a handful about ten of them. "Wild potatoes."
"S. jamessi to be exact." Bonnie confirmed.
"S, what." Damon was perplexed.
"S. jamessi, They are quite common in this area in the west, the most abundant type of wild potatoes that you will find in this parts." Bonnie explained.
"How do you know this." Damon shuffled them around in his hand.
Bonnie gestured. "I learned to forage for food in the forest a long time ago, so I know all about the wild roots, vegetables, and plants that a person can eat."
Damon went on hopefully. "So, you're telling me these are edible."
Bonnie commented. "Very edible."
He blew out a breath. "Perfect just what he need, since we ate our last MRE's a couple of days back. We should build a fire, roast them and eat them up."
She said. "I'm with you on that, let's see if there is another thing we can find to eat out here before you roast those potatoes."
Even though he was hungry, Damon was willing to be patient. "Fine, I'll wait."
Bonnie approached a thin line of trees, about four rows deep. As Damon followed her. She scanned the area looking for more food to forage. That was when she discovered something which was a better source of food than any wild plant could offer.
She stopped suddenly in her tracks, making him almost run into the back of her.
Damon grunted verbally about why she had stopped so suddenly.
Bonnie put a hand to her lips. "Quiet you or you'll scare it off."
He had no clue what she was talking about at first.
Carefully not to make any noise, Bonnie reached back and grabbed her bow, which had been strapped to her bag pack. Her eyes remained ahead.
It took him a while to see what she had seen, because it was camouflaged by the ground surrounding it, but he followed her gaze and spotted a large rabbit who was sniffing the ground.
It appeared the rabbit had no idea of their presence. She moved behind a tree to make sure that the rabbit couldn't see her if it looked up, gestured behind her back for Damon to do the same.
Seeing that she was clearly about to attempt to shot the rabbit, he followed her lead and moved behind her and the tree. Watching closely to see her hunting in action, cheering her on in his mind she would be successful at it.
Reaching for an arrow, she put the arrow in the bow, then placed the arrow into a shooting position by pulling back on the string of the bow. She leaned halfway out just to be able to get a clear view of the rabbit. Aiming at her target, she took a moment to make sure that her aim was on center then she released the arrow.
The arrow flew through the air so quickly, it had made a whistling noise. Then the arrow hit the rabbit dead center in the neck, right at where she was aiming at. The rabbit instantly died.
"Finally, I find something to hunt. And I've just added something more substantial to all next meal." Bonnie pumped a fist in the air proud of herself.
"Whoa, don't think that I've ever seen someone so accurate with a bow and arrow before." Damon tweeted.
"I've had tons of practice in hunting." She hooked her bow back to where it was.
"I can tell." Damon bulked at the now dead rabbit.
Bonnie took steps towards the rabbit.
Damon followed her, the grass and leaves crunching under his boots.
She picked up the rabbit and removed the arrow from its body. She wiped the blood off of the arrow with her rag, then placed the arrow back in the stock where she had her other arrows. The arrow was still useable and piece of weapon that she could keep couldn't afford to be wasted.
"Do you have a taste for rabbit?" She held up the animal in the air.
Damon showed his teeth. "I have a taste for any kind of meat I can put into my mouth."
"Then we'll both eat fine off of this one, it's a pretty big sucker, almost big enough to feed three people." Bonnie observed.
"One of the biggest I have ever seen." Damon eyed the deceased animal in her hand.
"Why don't you build that fire, I'll start to prepare this sucker for cooking." Bonnie suggested.
Damon accepted. "I'll get right on that."
They moved into a clearing so that they would be able to build a fire. Damon gathered twigs, sticks, and dried grass so that he would be able to build a fire.
Bonnie found a stomp to use for which she would prepare rabbit on. Preparing it meant skinning and gutting it. Another area which Bonnie had experience in due to her hunting.
As he put the twigs, sticks, and dry grass into a pile, he said this. "I'll say it once again, I'm not used to being around a woman who hunts."
"And again why is that?" She got her knife and started to skin the rabbit.
"Just how the permanent camp base that I lived at went." Damon explained. "The Militia, at least the group that I belonged to left all of the hunting and the heavy duty stuff to the men."
Bonnie skillfully separated the skin from the flesh with her knife. "Exactly what did the women in your Militia camp do?"
Damon worked on sparking a fire from the pile he had made. "They stayed in the camp. You know did the job of cooking, cleaning and washing laundry for the men."
Bonnie pursed her lips together. "That's like old fashioned regression right there. Like going all the way back to the early 1900's before women had the right to choose a life for herself and not a man."
After a couple of minutes, he had success and the fire was lit. "Yeah, why the leader of the camp believed in a women should stay in kitchen, just cook and clean. Be submissive and always do what a man tells her to do. And that women are placed on the planet to serve the needs of men."
"So, the Mitila is a bunch of misogynistic assholes, doesn't surprise me." Bonnie gruffed.
"They are sexist. It was one of their rules which I never agreed on." Damon retrieved a pan from his bag. "To tell you the truth, I'm not into their idea of an old fashioned woman. I much prefer the modern day one, who is kickass and can take care of and stand up for herself. And doesn't take shit from any person, yet still maintains everything that makes her a woman. A modern woman such as yourself."
"Trying to earn more brownie points from me are you, Salvatore." Bonnie directed with a laughing tone to her voice.
A twinkle came to his icy blue eyes. "Well, it's the truth, Bennett. You've exposed me to all of the qualities of a woman that I never got to see before."
She exclaimed. "You're right I am a badass modern day woman aren't I!"
He chuckled. "Damn right you are!"
Once the skin was removed from the rabbit, she cut it down the middle of the belly to removed it guts and inner organs.
Damon had started to work on cleaning off the dust from the skin of the potatoes, but paused to watch her do the bloody, messy task of preparing the rabbit.
"What?" She took notice of this.
"A chick I once knew would freak completely out at just the idea of doing what you are doing right now." Damon commented.
"Let me guess, this chick was part of your camp." Bonnie commented.
"Yes, her name was Krystal with a K." Damon explained.
She raised both eyebrows. "Krystal with a K?"
He moved to the task of chopping up the potatoes with his own knife. "You know because Crystal is spelled with a C to a lot of people, so she was called Krystal with a K."
Without even a finch, Bonnie removed the organs from inside of the rabbit with her bare hands and tossed them several feet away from her. "So, who was Krystal with a K to you."
"She was a chick that I had relations with." Damon stated.
"Relations, as you were in love with her." Bonnie assumed.
"No, No. It wasn't like that. We weren't serious, it was just a relationship between the two of us having some good sex." Damon smirked.
Bonnie rolled her emerald green eyes. "Of course it would have been."
As he finished chopping up the potatoes, he looked over at her. "Although near the end, Krystal wanted it to be something more serious. And told me that she had romantic feelings for me and wanted marriage and kids for us."
The Bennett woman had finished preparing the rabbit, however her hands were bloody. To fix this she used water to rinse her hands off, then more water along with soap to make sure that they were clean. Then when her hands were clean of the blood from the rabbit, she used hand sanitizer to kill any germs which might have been left.
"And your response to her was?" Bonnie wondered.
"I told her that she was a nice woman, I respected her in a way. But, we started out agreeing to a mutual relationship of just sex, and is stayed that way for me, even though she had developed serious feelings for me." Damon added. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, then to be fair to her I ended the deal of just sex, just so not to lead her on anymore. I honestly felt bad if she was hurt, and apologized to her for it. But, I stopped the sex right there because I wasn't feeling her like that."
Bonnie took the now prepared rabbit over to where Damon and the fire was, she placed the rabbit into the pan.
Damon added some water to the pan for the rabbit to cook in. "Wait, you're not going to lecture me on what I jerk I was."
"Why would I do that?" Bonnie glanced at him.
"Because some might say I was, for breaking it off with a chick that had feelings for me." He put the potatoes in the pan and put the pan over the fire.
"Well, I wouldn't say you breaking it off with Krystal was a jerk move. If anything it was better than you leading her on, just for the sake of sparing her feelings. In the end it wouldn't have done either you or her any favors." Bonnie shrugged.
"That what I was thinking." Damon agreed.
All of the food from the MRE's was gone, but Bonnie kept something from them. She had kept the salt and pepper packets that came with them. Because she figured they may come in handy in some point and she was correct. What a better way to use them than to season the rabbit, potatoes a they cooked. So, she opened the packets and sprinkled a few over their soon to be shared meal.
Since he knew that it would take at least an hour for an animal of that size to cook over the fire, he figured it might not hurt to ask Bonnie some questions that he was curious about.
"We discussed some of my romantic life what about yours?" Damon asked.
"Huh?" Bonnie asked from the position where she sat next to him on the ground.
"You heard me, why don't you tell me about your romantic life." Damon was amused.
"Why do you want to discuss my romantic life?" Bonnie returned.
He wiped his hands on his pants. "Because it's only fair since we talked some about mine."
She opened her mouth. "I…" Then said nothing else.
He pointed. "Come on, it's only fair, this is a friendship between us right."
Bonnie couldn't find a reason to counter that. "Fine, what do you want to know."
"Did you have a boyfriend?" Damon wanted to know.
"Nope." Bonnie answered quickly.
"Really, never a guy which you were in a close romantic relationship with." Damon rubbed at his beard.
Bonnie repeated. "Nope, I was never in a close romantic relationship with any man."
Damon gave her a mischievous expression. "Was there a girl that you had a close romantic relationship with?"
Bonnie let out a dramatic breath. "For real, Damon?"
"What did I say?" Damon pretended in a innocent tone.
"Why do you men have this fetish with lesbian relationships." Bonnie inquired with amusement.
"Because it's hot when two women go at it." Damon stated.
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "No, it's just weird when men like you think in such a way."
He pressed on. "So, did you have a girlfriend."
Bonnie directed. "I had neither a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I wasn't in a close romantic relationship with any person. You already know that I haven't gotten into close personal relationships with people, it wasn't something that I was for until now."
"True, you did let that be known." Damon went on. "What about sexual relations then."
"Oh my god." Bonnie scoffed.
"You don't have to be close or have personal feelings with someone in order to have sex with them." Damon pointed out.
She ran a hand through her hair. "A very true statement."
He questioned. "Were you ever with someone to get your rocks off."
She was taken aback by his boldness But, knew that he was mentioning it to be playful and messing around with her. "I can't believe you at this moment."
Damon gave her his signature smirk. "Were human beings of a sexual nature after all, especially myself. So, I would be the last to judge you if you told me you've gotten your itch scratched."
"Now, that's one question from you, which you won't be receiving an answer from me." Bonnie returned.
"Come on Bon Bon, we're friends here. There is no shame in sharing such details with me." Damon teased.
"Sorry, not going to happen." Bonnie went in a joking manner.
Damon returned. "You are to tell me one day, you do know that."
Bonnie exclaimed. "You wish!"
Damon laughed. "Ha!"
And from this moment on the both of them knew for a fact that their friendship would continue to grow.
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