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Chapter 4.
"Like the cure for vampirism?" Stefan asked in a near whisper.
"No, like the cure for the common cold; what other cure would you think I'm talking about?" Damon replied sarcastically as he offered his brother a drink but Stefan shook his head, looking off, distracted, Damon could only guess what was going on in his head.
"But Elena gave it to Katherine…" he finally came out with.
"Yeah, I know, but this is starting from scratch" Damon told him. "Klaus mentioned it to me after we landed" he said as Stefan shook his head.
"How is that even possible?" Stefan continued whispering as his eyes scanned Damon's face but Damon shrugged. "Wait, you knew all this time? And you didn't tell me?"
"I've been trying to have a normal-ish life Stefan, I don't know if you've noticed but we've all been a good place, it's lame, but, I like this. If we start going after this cure recipe you know we're just going to dig ourselves in a hole" Damon explained as Stefan raised an eyebrow and sort of smirked at Damon as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What did Bonnie do to you?" he asked humorously as Damon rolled his eyes and felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He quickly glanced at the clock, almost eleven.
"No, no, I like it. Wish this all happened sooner, you probably wouldn't have so many people after you now" Stefan continued joking as Damon felt tempted to give him the middle finger but paused when he realized Bonnie's name was on the Caller ID.
"Shut up" he hissed to Stefan as he put the phone to his ear. "Hey, everything alright?" he asked, his mind racing in twenty different directions.
"Damon, Come quick, something happened" she said, her voice shaking and lined with fear as loud shuffling and grunting came from the background.
"Bonnie, what's wrong? What happened?" he asked anxiously as Stefan stopped smirking and brought his full attention to Bonnie's voice.
"Just get here! Now" Bonnie explained and then the line went dead.
"Shit" Damon grumbled as he looked up at Stefan.
"I'll drive" he said as Damon nodded and they hurried out. "Should we tell Elena?" he asked but Damon was already in the passenger's seat, starting the engine as Stefan glanced at the house. "Nevermind" he said with one last glance as he climbed in the driver's seat and they sped away. All the while Damon imagining all the worst case scenarios in which he would find Bonnie's dead body. The absolute worst being her sprawled on the floor, blood everywhere, her eyes open but empty, her broken body still.
He snapped out of his thoughts when they made an abrupt stop in front of her house. All the lights were on, but Damon couldn't hear any screaming or running. That was good, wasn't it? He asked him as they moved to the door. Damon didn't bother knocking, he barely noticed it was unlocked or that Stefan seemed to have a problem getting in. "Stay there" he told him as Stefan rolled his eyes but anxiously craned his neck and turned his head sideways to hear. Before he could say anything Damon was making a bee-line to Bonnie's room when he realized his boots were hitting something that made them sound squeaky. Slowly, he looked down, red. He felt like he was swallowing a flaming hot golf ball as he looked ahead and then back. A very visible, very bright trail of blood leading from the doorway, to the kitchen to the living room.
"Bonnie!" he shouted, his body moving faster than his brain as he headed upstairs.
"Living room" he heard her distant voice say as he started toward the bathroom. Quickly, he ran back downstairs, he should've followed the blood in the first place, he thought to himself as he saw Bonnie on the couch. Her shirt was covered in blood.
"Bonnie," he said anxiously as he scanned the rest of her, the ends of her hair were all wet with blood too as was most of her neck and a little on her cheeks. He took a step forward but then noticed she was holding someone. Slowly, he moved over, one step at a time until he came upon a dark skinned bald headed man shaking in Bonnie's arms.
"Help him, please Damon," Bonnie cried out as she rocked her dad, the tears glistening in the light as they ran down her cheek.
"What the hell happened?" he chocked out as he ran over to Mr. Bennett, feeling a light pulse on his neck. He was definitely close to dead. Damon thought as he glanced at Bonnie.
"H—he said—he said now you have a reason to help him…" Mr. Bennett coughed out as he twitched again, Bonnie holding the five or six rags she had gathered pressed tightly to his stomach wound. "Klaus said—he said he hates waiting…" Mr. Bennett finished as Bonnie hushed him up as she looked desperately at Damon who clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with boiling anger and a wave of sadness.