Chapter 7

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Damon dreaded returning to the dream world. He'd been in there with Bonnie twice… that he remembered. But now he knew that he'd actually been there many more times and his mind had just chosen to ignore it. He knew now that the only thing worse than being trapped with Dream Bonnie was being trapped without her.

Before, he'd only be in his body for seconds at a time, at the most a minute or two. Now, he found himself having 5-10 minutes at a time, enough to explore his surroundings.

"5 Minutes," Damon predicted as his dream ended and he was back in his body. He pulled the room apart, looked for clues, looked for ways he could escape, but he couldn't find anything. He let out a furious yell and then immediately regretted it. What if someone heard him?

Every drawer in the room was soon spilled all over the room. Every drawer except one. The one where Damon kept the letters. A fat stack of letters he'd written to Bonnie and one piece of paper that kept the record of his moods throughout the 'sessions'.

When all else failed, Damon carefully opened the door to the room, something he'd never done, out of fear. He saw a scarcely lit hallway with no other rooms, just darkness. It was completely silent. Damon felt a strange feeling in his gut.

Fear?

Suddenly, he wished he could go back to the dream world already.

Footsteps.

Damon stood transfixed, as though someone was making him stay there. A lady walked into the dark corridor and walked toward him. She had kind brown eyes, but something told Damon she was anything but.

"Damon Salvatore," she said with a kind smile as she approached him. "I've heard quite a great deal about you from your friend Bonnie Bennett." Damon felt anger rising in him.

"What did you do to her?" he growled.

The lady looked taken-aback. "Nothing! I was sitting next to her on the plane to London earlier today, is all! That's where you are, by the way."

Damon's anger turned to pain as he thought of Bonnie, the person he'd hurt the most in the world, still wanting to help him. He didn't deserve her help. "Bonnie's here?" he asked, sadly.

The lady touched his shoulder. "Well, she was."

"What do you mean, 'she was'?" Damon had never felt this scared in his entire life.

She checked her watch. "Oh! Looks like our time is almost up." She then began to walk back down the corridor. Damon's vision began to fade as he watched her casually stroll back the way that she came. Then, without warning he was far away from there. Far away from London. He was in mystic falls, this time at the grill. He was completely and utterly alone. He hoped with all his heart that Dream Bonnie would come back. That she would explain everything to him. Real Bonnie was in London, looking for him? Or was she?

Damon sat down in one of the booths and prompty slammed his face into the table.

He knew how he was going to get out of here but he really didn't want to think about it. Not now. Yet, some part of his mind forced these dreaded thoughts into him, not allowing him to ignore them.

Bonnie was the only one who could bring him back.

Bonnie.

Why?

He knew the answer.

Bonnie had travelled to London to help him.

Bonnie.

Why?

Again, he knew the answer.

He knew the answer to everything, even when he didn't want to. He couldn't stop his mind from thinking about her.

He shrugged the thoughts off and instead went to the bar and grabbed a cheap bottle of bourbon. He sighed. He poured it all into his mouth, relishing the taste, even if it was a hallucination.

After what seemed like minutes (but what Damon guessed was actually hours) Damon woke up again. The lady was watching him, a beaming smile on her face.

"Damon, you're back. Good." Despite her unbreaking happy facial expression, Damon knew she didn't think it was very 'good' that he was back already.

"What happened to Bonnie?" Damon asked firmly, staring the woman in the eyes.

"Is this Bonnie your girlfriend?"

Damon was taken aback. "I – No!"

The woman looked amused. She muttered something under her breath and suddenly Damon felt compelled to tell her everything.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"No," Damon said, truthfully.

"Is she the one you've been seeing in your dreams?"

"Yes," Damon said, finding himself unable to lie. He tried fighting it, but this woman's powers were too strong. "Didn't you already know that?" Damon growled.

"Yes, of course," The woman said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do you love her?" she said, matter – of – factly.

Damon kept himself from answering, somehow. "What?"

The lady looked suddenly interested. "Are you in love with Bonnie Bennett?"

Damon tensed when he heard her name. He tried to keep the word from escaping from his mouth. With every fibre of his being he held it back. But it wasn't sighed. And before he was even completely sure of his answe, the truth escaped him. "Yes."

The woman laughed, a cruel high-pitched laugh. "That's too bad."

Damon suddenly felt all the pressure release from his chest. He didn't need to be truthful anymore.

"What do you mean?"

"If I could be sorry, I assure you, Damon, I would be," she said, faking a sad face. "See, the thing is…"

Oh no. Don't say it. Please don't say it.

"Bonnie Bennett is dead."

She said it.