Chapter 3
Note: Don't own any of these characters.
Damon didn't know who he was anymore. Most of the time, he wasn't himself. He was what the monster had made him. He was a slave to darkness. His mind had it's moments though, when it switched back on. When that happened, he thought about the people he had left behind. Stefan. Ric. But most of all, Bonnie. God, they were finally getting somewhere and he'd screwed it up. He'd gone looking for Elena even though he knew in his heart she wasn't really there. He knew it was an illusion. He was a selfish fool that had cost Enzo his freedom. Bonnie had lost the man she loves because of him.
Now, he was having one of those moments when his soul flashed back into his body and he wasted no time grabbing a pen. With shaking hands, he quickly wrote down:
I'm sleepwalking through life. I wake up every once in a while with blood on my hands. Blood of people I don't recall killing. Enzo is gone. I am alone.
The pen dropped to the table, and BAM! He was somewhere else. He was in the kitchen of the Salvatore Mansion. He rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what had happened. His body was now, once again in the control of someone else. Something else.
He looked down and was surprised when he saw a pan. Pancakes. He looked at the counter next to it. A newspaper dated 1994. Was he in the prison world?
"Great," Damon growled as he picked up a spatula and flipped a pancake miserably. "A hell within a hell. Really? Give a guy a break, Satan."
"Talking to yourself again?" called an all too familiar voice from the dining table.
Damon's chest was on fire when he looked up.
"Bonnie?"
Damon had been in many different places since he'd lost control of his mind. But never had anyone else been with him.
"Nice observation," she rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I hate pancakes."
Damon stared at her as she pulled the newspaper from the counter and turned to the crossword page.
"9, across…" she began but then noticed him staring at her. "Those pancakes are going to burn."
He picked up the pan and flung it across the room.
"Damon?" she asked, concerned.
"You're not real!"
"Have you lost your mind?"
He looked up at the ceiling. "Real low, Satan!"
"You're freaking me out."
Damon flung plates all around the room, one after another.
"Damon," Bonnie screamed and he stopped throwing plates. God, he still listened to her even when she was a hallucination. "Explain."
"Oh, you want me to explain, Bonnie? I am possessed by a freak of a monster, trapped in a FREAKING dream that I can't wake up from until the monster lets me, and now that Enzo is gone, I'm alone here! Now, for God's sake, get out of my head!" He turned his back. In a flash of a second, she was next to him. He turned his head, his face so close to hers that he tensed up.
"Why are you here?" he asked, sadly.
"You tell me."
He chose to not say anything in response.
"Isn't it curious that this is the first time since this monster took you over that you've seen another person in your dreams?"
He was perplexed. "Wha-?"
"Think about it, Damon. Face the truth. It might be scary, but trust me, when you start to see it, this mystery will be as easy to solve as that crossword puzzle. And it's the only way you're ever getting out of here."
He stared at her, confusedly. He had no idea what she was talking about.
"And the good news is," she smiled. "You have me to coach you through it!" she handed him a paper and a pen.
He stared daggers at her. He didn't want to solve this 'mystery' but if it could actually get him out of there, he had to try.
"What do you want me to do with this?"
"Hmm…" Bonnie scratched her chin. "Let's start with a letter. How about an apology to me."
His heart stung. "To 'figment of my imagination Bonnie' or my Bonnie?"
He could have sworn her eyes lit up when he said, "my Bonnie,".
"Does it really matter? Just write about how you felt knowing you'd hurt me… us."
"You want me to write a letter nobody's every going to read."
"I'm going to read it," she sounded hurt.
"I'll ask again," he frowned. "You want me to write a letter to nobody?"
She rolled her eyes. "Do you want to get out of here or not, Salvatore?"
Damon sneered and began writing.
Dear Bonnie,
Your evil counterpart is making me write this.
Bonnie stopped him. "Damon, seriously. Write what you feel."
"I feel that you are evil."
Bonnie hit him over the head with the newspaper.
Dear Bonnie,
Your evil counterpart is making me write this I'm sorry I hurt you. I really, really am. I'm sorry I showed up at your door three years later. I didn't expect anything, but still, it was wrong. I should've left you alone. The truth is, I'm selfish. So, I'm sorry, Bonnie. For everything.
Bonnie blew a rasberry. "Do you really think we care how sorry you are. We want an explanation!"
Dear Bonnie,
Your evil counterpart is making me write this I'm sorry I hurt you. I really, really am. I'm sorry I showed up at your door three years later. I didn't expect anything, but still, it was wrong. I should've left you alone. The truth is, I'm selfish. So, I'm sorry, Bonnie. For everything. Being without Elena made me dangerous. Especially to you. I wanted more than anything for her to wake up, but I realised none of that mattered if I didn't have you. I know you think I chose myself. I know you think I was too weak to say goodbye. Maybe, on some level I was. But, really, I did what I thought was right for you. I wanted want you to live a happy life, with or without me. The way I saw it, I was doing you a favor. I see now, that I was wrong. Again, I'm sorry I hurt you.
Damon looked up at Bonnie and saw a flicker of frustration in her eyes. For the first time, he considered the possibility that this was somehow the real Bonnie.
"This is going to take longer than I thought," she muttered.
"Don't tell me I have to write more," Damon said. "Please tell me this is enough."
"It's a start," she said. "See you soon,"
And then Damon was him again. He could taste human blood in his mouth, but he didn't care. He looked down at his hands and found the letter he had written. Without thinking twice about it, he stuffed it in the back of a drawer, so that when he went back to the dream-world, the monster wouldn't find it.
Note: Second chapter in the day! Hope you guys like this one, if you do please review because it took me a while to finish. As you can see, the chapters are getting steadily larger. This one is my personal favourite so far. We finally get to see Damon's side of things. Next chapter, we see what's going on with Enzo, Bonnie and Stefan and the mystery begins to unfold. I'd love to hear some of your theories! Who is the 'Bonnie' in Damon's dream? What got Enzo to wake up? Why is he hiding it from Bonnie? Why is Stefan acting so strange? GO REVIEW NOW!