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Damon Salvatore. That name and face had been haunting her dreams. She felt guilty for thinking about him after all he was her boyfriend's older brother and her boss. It was wrong. When she would kiss Stefan, she would often compare their kisses and lips, but it never went past that. She had hoped things would go back to normal, but they didn't. On several occasions, she had caught Damon either gazing or staring intently at her. It was so intense and overwhelming for Bonnie.
She thought of what would happen if she had said the same things back to him. Where they would have been right now. If he was the one driving instead of Stefan. She gazed out the passenger window while Stefan drove them to the Hamptons. When he told her that they lived in such an extravagant place, her heart started to beat faster and the palms of her hands started to sweat. She wanted to jump out of the car and run back to New York and under the covers of her warm comfortable bed.
Bonnie had been nearly spitting out to say to Stefan that she didn't-or well couldn't go because she had too much work to do. She didn't though mainly because of the genuine smile that was planted on his sculptured face. She already had his brother trying to be with her and she doubted that he would just give up. Bonnie had known Damon long enough to where he is capable of anything…even stealing his brother's girl. She would never do that though.
Stefan's hand gently squeezed her knee, still keeping his eyes on the clear road ahead of them. This had forced her out of her thoughts about the future. He turned his head quickly to look at her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry." He said, reading her mind. "They will love you. I just know it."
She sighed. "Stefan, you know what kind of time we live in."
The smile fell from his face and furrowed his eyebrows in determination and confidence. "I do know and it won't be like what it was before."
"Time cannot change, Stefan."
"Yes, it can if we do something. You are the only African-American with the highest position there. If people see not only us, but you move up in the business industry, it gives them hope."
She smiled sadly at him and caressed his cheek. "I just know that someday you'll become something great."
He managed to kiss her hand and then say, "Thank you, Bonnie."
"I'm just worried that they won't like me because of the way of I look not because they don't like who I am," she muttered innocently.
They stopped at large iron gates that had a fancy gold letter "S" in the middle of it. While the gate was high so was the brick walls covered in the roots of green leaves. To Bonnie it appeared as if the roots were crawling over the brick wall and away from the awfully large castle-like mansion. It looked like they were trying to escape. Bonnie could barely see the mansion because of how far away it was.
A tall grey-haired man gracefully walked over to them. He was in a green suit that looked like a bellhop's uniform. He leaned forward and gave a nod to Stefan, who nodded back. The grey-haired man turned to the gates and yelled, "Open the gates!" then stepped back.
No later than five seconds, the gates opened making a loud squeaking noise. Bonnie was almost dazed…almost.
"Welcome, Mr. Salvatore," the tall grey-haired man greeted politely.
"Pleasant to see you again, Williamson," Stefan greeted back with the same politeness.
He drove forward and she glanced around the straight gravel road leading to the mansion. The brick walls covered the vastly large patches of land on either side of them. Bonnie knew that the Salvatores liked their privacy, but now she wondered what was on the other side.
"My family is not like that," he said, continuing on their conversation from before. They stopped the car in front of the mansion and he turned to her.. "Just please keep an open mind. Ok?"
She nodded and gave in against her will, wanting to please him instead of the feeling of guilt consuming her whole. "Fine."
He smiled in victory and captured her lips in a sweet way before they exited the vehicle. Bonnie knew that it was going to be hot with little winds in the Hamptons. So she decided to wear her hair down in elegant waves while one side was pinned to the side. She wore a breezy floral dress that stopped at her knees with fat straps on her shoulders. She wore nude flats and pearl earrings, wanting to look nice in front of them.
She willingly followed Stefan to the castle-like mansion. Its beauty was beyond indescribable to Bonnie. It was like a dream or something, it seemed prefect. The columns surrounding it. It was all pure white with little color added to it. It almost seemed innocent like whoever lived her had the perfect life. Envy. You would be envious of whoever lived there. Stefan held her hand as they walked to the front door.
His hand was on the white door's golden handle when Bonnie spoke up, "Maybe we should knock?"
He wanted to protest, but he knew that it'll only make her nervous if they went in without knocking. He smiled and nodded. He rang the doorbell and even it sounded prefect. It was a pretty chime that reminded her of church. After a moment, the double white large doors swung open wide to reveal a short, but still very pretty old woman. She smiled happily at Stefan and then cupped his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead as she exclaimed, "My little boy!"
She pulled him in for a large hug and suddenly Bonnie felt like an outside for a tiny moment, but then she shrugged it off. She looked more closely at who she assumed to be the mother. She had curly long black hair with blue eyes and pale skin. She had pearly white straight teeth, but in the specs in her inky black hair you could see the hairs of grey. She had small crow's feet on her eyes as she smiled widely and happily at Stefan.
She kissed either side of Stefan's cheeks which he felt embarrassed about because Bonnie was standing right there. "Mama," he whined a little, letting his Italian accent slip through.
She waved her hands up in defense. "I know, I know," she sighed. "But you're just growing up too fast. Just yesterday you were running naked around the yard when you were a little boy saying, 'I'm king and kings don't talk baths.'"
Stefan blushed and looked down while Bonnie giggled and his mother looked her over before looking back at him. She was completely bewildered by Bonnie. Bonnie smiled politely. "Hi, I'm Bonnie Bennet."
His mother was too shocked and amazed to say anything. Bonnie kept smiling at her, wanting to make a good impression. An evil voice inside of Bonnie kept whispering the reason why she wasn't saying anything because of her skin color. Stefan seemed to be getting worried as well.
His mother shook her head and smiled apologetically at her saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so rude. It's just that my Stefan has never brought home a girl before."
Bonnie held her out her hand to shake, but instead his mother surprisingly hugged her. She smiled as they pulled apart. "So you must be Bonnie," Bonnie nods. "He talks a lot about you. You are even more beautiful then he claims."
Bonnie blushed and said shyly, "Thank you, Mrs. Salvatore."
Mrs. Salvatore looped their arms and said, "Please, call me Isabella. Mrs. Salvatore is my deceased mother-in-law."
"I'm sorry for your loss." Bonnie said, tensing up a bit as they walked inside.
Isabella clearly noticed this and said with assurance, "Don't worry, Bonnie. I've never liked her anyways."
Bonnie suddenly relaxed and laughed with Isabella. The home was also and indescribable beauty. It was royalty like along with elegance. The outside was pure white, but on the inside, it was dark. Bonnie briefly wondered if the castle-like home of The Salvatores represented who they were. The outside of the home was pure, beautiful, dreamy, and full of light. The inside of it was dark, still beautiful, eerie, and sad. The Salvatores on the outside seemed beautiful and perfect. Was it all an act? A façade? A mask that they are forced to put on for others. Bonnie wondered curiously about the family and who they really were once you took off their masks.
A little tug on her dress brought her back and she realized that they were now in the vast backyard. Bonnie gaped at The Salvatore's backyard. They seemed to have everything that a backyard should have. It looked like something in a magazine right down to the white gazebo. They had a grill covered in stones. Bonnie saw some of the men playing football including Stefan.
Beside the grill there was a kidney shaped pool, a tent large enough to have lounging chairs inside of it and lounging chairs resting near the pool as well. A long table stretched on a patio away from the pool and grill.
There were some children playing in the pool, laughing and splashing each other as they played Marco, Polo! Bonnie looked down at the person who kept on tugging her dress. Bonnie kneeled down to the eye level of the small and cute little brown haired girl. The girl had bug brown doe eyes and she smiled sweetly at Bonnie, rocking back on her heels. Her brown hair was straight and it stopped just past her shoulders with a little braid on the side for her bangs.
"You're very pretty," the little girl said softly.
Bonnie smiled while Isabella chuckled at the girl. "What's your name? Mine's Bonnie."
"It's Margaret," she replied.
"Well, Margaret, you're very pretty too."
Margaret giggled and suddenly hugged Bonnie by wrapping her small arms around her neck. Bonnie froze and then laughed. She hugged her back and she released her, smiling happily at her. She pulled Bonnie's hand towards the men who were playing football and said, "Come on, I want to see who wins. I have a bet with Crow."
"Who's Crow?" Bonnie asked.
Margaret let go of her hand and glanced around for the person she was looking for and then out of nowhere someone zoomed right by, picking Margaret up in the air and swinging her around. Margaret squealed and laughed at the same time. It was Damon. He laughed at and sighed as he stopped with her in his arms, looking down at her. "And what trouble have you caused today, Mocking Bird?"
"I would never do such a thing. I'm just a little girl." Margaret said with a hint of sarcasm in it.
Damon gave her a look and said, "Right."
He set her down on her feet and Margaret turned towards Bonnie and said, "This is Crow."
Bonnie smiled at the nickname for Damon and she already had an idea why he was called "Crow" in the first place. Damon smiled genuinely at Bonnie and she held in the blush she felt from him right now. He was wearing a grey t-shirt along with sneakers and black shorts. The shirt showed every part of his broad and well muscled chest that Bonnie could not take her eyes off of.
"Nice to meet you, Crow," Bonnie played along.
Damon seemed a little embarrassed by his nickname, but still played along as well. "The pleasure is all mine…"
He knitted his eyebrows like he was thinking or something and turned to Margaret saying, "Mocking Bird, I think our new guest here needs a codename."
Margaret brightens up and Damon squats down and gasped his chin like he was thinking. "That is a great idea, Crow. Now what should it be?" They mirrored each other except Margaret was still standing and Bonnie was very amused by this and liked to see this side of Damon. It made her happy for some reason.
"What about Sparrow?" Damon suggests.
Margaret whips her head around to Damon and practically shouts, "That is Stefan's codename! You can't repeat a name, it's against the rules! Duh."
Damon holds back his laughter and says, "My apologies. Jezz, everyday you get meaner and more stubborn."
"I learned from the best." Margaret chimed. "Oh, I know. How about Swan?"
Damon smiles in approval and nodes, "Prefect."
Margaret jumps up and down and points to her and declares loudly, "I officially claim your codename is Agent Swan!"
They laugh and then Stefan says as he walks up to them, "Oh, no, she's made you an agent. Now you're stuck with her just like the rest of us."
Margaret glares at Stefan. "Sparrow, respect your superior. Which is me."
Stefan nods and then all of the sudden picks her up and throws her over his shoulder saying, "As your Agent Sparrow, I shall now say that it is time for a swim!"
Margaret laughs uncontrollably and waves to Bonnie. "Help me, Swan! He's taking me to the plank!"
Bonnie takes off her shoes and then as she was about to run to her, Damon picks her up by the waist and throws her over his shoulder saying, "Oh no, you don't."
Bonnie laughs and says, "Put me down. I have to go save her."
"Help me!" Margaret shouts dramatically with her arms out, reaching for Bonnie.
Bonnie shouts back, "They are betraying us, Mocking Bird! They are our enemies and have rendered us helpless!"
"No! Swa-" Margaret shouts as she's thrown into the pool. Damon runs with Bonnie on his shoulder as far away from everyone else as possible. They headed into the woods or something that appeared to be woods. Damon set Bonnie down once they've reached the end of the lot which is a brick wall.
He backs her up into it. Damon smiles predatorily at her and traps her between the wall and his body with his hands bared on the wall behind her. Bonnie gulps and says, "I think we should go back to everyone." Bonnie pretended to look around and then she said, "Where's Elena?"
"She's not coming."
"Why?"
"Because we're getting a divorce."
Bonnie froze and she said softly, "What?"
Damon smiles and leans towards her a little. Bonnie's body suddenly becomes heated and she could feel the wetness in her panties. She could not take her eyes off his for some reason. They were so…compellingly blue, electric. His hands came to her face and cupped it.
"You heard me."
"Why though?"
Damon sighed and she saw a brief flicker of hurt in them. "She's been cheating on me."
Bonnie knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "What? For how long?"
Damon steps back a little, giving her some space for air which she tool advantaged of. He puts a hand though his hair and says, "She claims that it has been going on for three months with another man."
"Who was it?"
Damon shrugs. "I don't know. She wouldn't tell because she was afraid that I would lose my temper."
"Did you," she asked her voice barley heard, but he was able to hear it well.
He shook his head. "No. I didn't."
"How do you feel?"
Shock reappeared on his face and he furrowed his eyebrows in relief for some reason. "I feel…okay. Yeah, I was a little hurt, but I guess people don't really love each other if they cheat on each other."
"If you don't love her then why did you get married to her?"
"Because our fathers forced us too. I can't really blame her for cheating on me."
"Neither could I. You've been a shitty husband." Bonnie froze and put her hand over her mouth, ashamed of her foul language she just used. Damon laughs at her expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"It's alright. It's true. I have been a real shitty husband." He admits and he sits on a log and beckons for her to sit next to him. She obeys and sits next to him. She slightly turned towards him saying, "I'm sorry."
Damon turned his head towards her and smiled reassuringly, "It's alright. I have feelings for someone else."
She had guessed that it was her though a tiny part of her hoped that it was truly someone else. Bonnie gulped nervously. "Who is it?"
Damon smirked and eyed her suspiciously though he played along. "Well, she's obviously very pretty, gorgeous, smart too. I'm afraid that she's too smart for me actually. She's shy, but she still manages to hold her chin up high when calling me out on my shit."
Bonnie forced her lips not to form into a smile. "What's the problem?"
Damon sighed and turned serious, his playful smile falling from his lips. He had a sad smile on his face as he told her, "She's my brother's girlfriend. She makes him happy and that is something I have not seen in a while."
"Why," Bonnie urged curiously.
Damon said honestly, "It's not my story to tell, Bonnie. Ask him."
Oh she fully intends to ask him…later though because she didn't want to ruin the mood here at the Salvatore's. Damon's and Bonnie's eyes dropped down to each other's lips. They wanted it. Bonnie's heart started to beat faster again and she flexed her fingers in her lap when she felt the palms begin to sweat.
"She sounds like a reasonable human being." Bonnie whispered.
Damon looked up and so did she. When she looked in his electric blue eyes, she felt herself in some sort of trance while Damon felt like Bonnie had some sort of spell over him. Damon slowly leaned closer saying in a husky voice, "She is, but she's sure as hell worth it."
Their lips hovered over each other and she started to close her eyes and so did Damon. "Agent Swan! Agent Crow!" Margaret yells from afar, glancing around for them.
Bonnie came out of her trance and she shook her head moving away from Damon. She got off the long and ran a hand through her hair saying angrily, "Stop doing this, Damon."
He abruptly got off the log and stood in front of her. She looked down at her hands. "I can't."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, you can. I'm not going to do that to your brother and neither should over you."
She finally had the courage to look up into his impassive eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and as Damon looked into her eyes, he noticed the judgment sprawling forth. He made a mental note to himself to make a nickname for that look she gave him.
"I can't help with what I feel, Bonnie."
"You don't feeling anything for me. It's just lust and infatuation."
Damon scoffed and Bonnie felt a chill go down her spine as his eyes became angry and crazed. "I know when it's real and when it's not," he growled lowly. "I've tried to…I used to think that it was like that too until I realized something."
Bonnie knitted her eyebrows in confusion. She uncrossed her arms. "What?"
Damon opened his mouth to reply, but then he didn't. When he smiled at her like he knew something that she didn't, it made her uneasy and suspicious. He tapped her nose playfully and said, "You don't get that kind of personal information."
She seemed a taken back by this. "Why not?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "When the time is right then you may ask and I shall spill the beans."
Bonnie rolled her eyes and they could both hear that Margaret was getting close. She kept on yelling their codenames over and over again. Just like that, Damon planted a happy smile on his face as he picked Bonnie up and threw her over his shoulder and laughed when she protested, "Put me down! Put me down, you ape!"
Damon laughed and corrected, "I believe I am called Agent Crow, Miss Swan?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes again and couldn't help, but laugh at his codename. Damon's hands innocently held her on his shoulder by the bottom of her ass cheeks near her sex. She tried to turn around to see Margaret, but couldn't because her bent body was molded into his shoulder.
"Agent Swan! He caught you!" Margaret cried.
Bonnie somehow got off of his shoulder by wiggling uncontrollably so he lost balance. Bonnie got up and ran to Margaret. "No one can catch me, Mocking Bird."
Margaret quickly grabbed her hand and ran with her as they headed back to civilization. They stopped at the gazebo, both panting and out of breath. Margaret looked down at Bonnie's feet and pointed, "You're wearing no shoes."
She looked down and then started to laugh with Margaret non-stop. Bonnie looked to her and asked as they started to walk back to everyone else, "So how are you related to Damon and Stefan?"
"I'm their simply adorable niece," she mused dramatically.
Bonnie chuckled and then knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, is there another Salvatore?"
Margaret's face fell and she started to get teary-eyed. She darted her eyes down and Bonnie heard sniffles and then saw the little girl furiously wipe her eyes. Bonnie stopped walking and kneeled down in front of Margaret. Bonnie lifted her chin up and used her dress to wipe away the tears.
"I-I'm s-sorry," Margaret sniffled, "My mommy was their little sister…s-so they're my uncles."
"And your dad?"
"He left me."
After Margaret uttered those words, Bonnie's heart dropped and she immediately hugged her, stroking her hair. Margaret mumbled into Bonnie's shoulder as she hugged her back, "I'm sorry, Swan."
Bonnie pulled away and shook her head. "Hey, listen to me; it's not your fault. You don't ever need to apologize for crying, ok?"
Margaret nodded and wiped the tears off her face again with Bonnie's dress. "Ok."
Margaret looked to be only six to eight years old. Bonnie asked her softly when she started to rub her eyes and frown, "Do you want me to pick you up and carry you back home?"
"Ok, but this isn't my home." She told her as Bonnie picked her up and put her on her hip while Margaret laid her head on her shoulder. "I live with my grandma."
"Isabella?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
They started to walk back when Bonnie asked, "What was your mother's name?"
"Mari…my mommy was very pretty and nice too. She died a year ago. In July, it will be her birthday." Margaret yawned and no later she was asleep on Bonnie's shoulder just as the sun was setting and it was getting dark outside. Bonnie could see the lights in the backyard being turned on.
All at once, they all noticed her and a sleeping Margaret on her hip walking towards them. Bonnie found her shoes on the table and was about to pick them up, but then again she decided against it because she didn't want to wake Margaret up though she was sure that the bottom of her feet were very, very dirty right now.
Stefan and Damon practically ran across the field of grass that the men were playing football at a few hours ago. They looked very worried and Damon had on his crazy eyes again which made her tense up a little bit. They opened their mouths, but she stopped them by putting a finger over her mouth, shushing them. Isabella calmly walked over to them and smiled at Margaret.
"You put her to sleep already on the first day you met her. I'm surprised and impressed." Isabella whispered and gestured with open arms to give Margaret to her. Bonnie was hesitant at first, but then Isabella leaned into her ear and whispered, "It's alright, my dear. I know how to calm her down."
Bonnie nodded and carefully handed to the little girl to her. Margaret moaned in disagreement and mumbled, "No, I want to stay…with Swan, Grandma."
"No, sweetie, it's time for bed."
She groaned and mumbled something incoherent and Isabella chuckled lowly and walked away. Stefan sighed and smiled at her. "I'm glad that you're ok. Everyone was worried."
Stefan embraced her and she embraced him back, closing her eyes. She opened them a second later and stared into Damon's eyes. She frowned at the way he was looking at her and Stefan. She saw hurt, sorrow, and…jealousy. She couldn't take her eyes off his and in someway she felt like she was betraying him and not Stefan.
Damon was right; she thought sadly, I can't help with what I feel…and there is something.
Bonnie shook her head and scolded herself.
TBC…
A/N: I didn't want to indulge much in the WHOLE family of the Salvatore and also really the barbeque because it wasn't really important. Yeah I bet you guys thought that, "OH FUCKING NO MARGARET IS DAMON'S DAUGHTER!" Well…you guys sounded like you didn't want him to have children so I was like how in the hell am I going to make her important in some way…so I came up with a cliché about how Damon and Stefan had another sister though she died.
More to tell about that very touchy and stepping on thin ice kind of subject with them. Anyways until next time you guys. Thank you for reading, reviewing, favorite, and following.