Pilot
"This place is going down, isn't it?"
"It is"
She should be shook by her own statement but she wasn't. She spent all of the past months trying to figure out a way to fight her inevitable death (again). She went to Liv, she tried the spirits even if she wasn't a witch anymore, and she even tried her long lost cousin Lucy but her fate was sealed. Bonnie Bennett was going to die and for real this time. There was nothing that she could do about it. No spell, no loophole or hocus pocus, nothing at all.
It was weird though to think of life in such finite terms. Dead. The end. It was so... limiting, considering everything she had been at that point. A witch, a ghost, the anchor and now... the girl that was going to die as The Other Side collapsed. She should be sad about it, after all, she would be leaving all of her loved ones behind. Elena, Caroline, Jeremy, Matt and even Stefan. They would go on to get a chance to continue to live their lives to the fullest and maybe leave that forsaken town. Hopefully.
Bonnie would have to admit that after months of battling what would become her final chapter, she was prepared to go. She was prepared to leave this plane and find peace. Maybe reunite with Grams and the rest of her family. Maybe she would get to see her dad again. She recalled Sheila telling her that she made sure she'd find peace, so it made perfect sense that said peace would involve seeing her family again. Most of all, it meant that wherever she'd be, Bonnie wouldn't have to go through traumatic events again.
As much as she loved her best friend, Bonnie was tired, exhausted even. She didn't have the courage to ever say this but the fact that Elena spent the entire summer fucking Damon and didn't even find it weird that she hadn't seen her face in person – or even via facetime – was telling. And it said that as long as she finally had the peace she deserved, nothing else mattered in the world. Not even when Caroline spent the entire summer miserable and trying to understand why Bonnie would take off in a sudden trip without even saying goodbye, meanwhile Stefan had also taken off and she couldn't even rely on Elena because the doppelgänger couldn't see beyond Damon's face. Bonnie saw all of this and was unable to do anything about it.
Just like she'd seen Silas murder her father in cold blood in front of her. She was forced to grieve Rudy's death all on her own. She felt empty, even more than she usually did. Being alone on The Other Side forced her to feel everything with a gruesome intensity, every single emotion swallowed up her entire being not leaving the young witch much space to breathe. She had become trapped in a myst of violent and deep feelings that refused to leave her the hell alone. The only time she felt some sense of relief was when she'd make herself visible to her... boyfriend? She wasn't really sure where she and Jeremy stood but she knew she loved him.
Jeremy being the only one that could see her and the fact that he loved her as much as she loved him, was comforting in a way. Knowing that despite everything, somehow, she still had him and he wasn't going to give up on her. Not by a long shot. However, that also made her feel incredibly guilty as she felt that he deserved much more than she was able to give to him. Their relationship wasn't sustainable, it was an illusion that they both – more so her than him – concocted and pretended it was enough.
Humm... pretend.
That could be one of the few words used to describe her life. Pretend that she wasn't shattered and traumatized from all the bullshit she'd been through, pretend that she didn't have nightmares about her father's death, pretend that she wasn't equally terrified and raging at Silas, pretend that she wouldn't be absolutely devastated when Jeremy finally moved on from her, pretend that she wasn't hurt by Elena's actions. Even when she came back to the land of the living – thanks to Damon, of all the people in the world – she still pretended that she could pick up where she had left off.
She went back to Jeremy, which had been one of the things she wanted to do, and she had to admit that things felt... different. But she blamed it on coming back an anchor. That was it.
She had to pretend that she didn't feel anxiety and panic drench her every time that she heard a loud noise, or too many people in the same space as her or the prospect of Silas coming after her, and of course, the fact that she had to go through the pain of a supernatural crossing over to the other plane. She would have to mask that pain as just something she felt in that moment and not what it actually was, her whole body disintegrating and readjusting in order to open up the portal that gutted her all the way to the depths of her soul. It was crushing, overwhelming and violent. She couldn't have a full night of sleep without being forcefully woken up by someone passing through her, sometimes it would be four or five at once.
Despite all of that, Bonnie Bennett managed to smile and shrug it off. She even managed to teach Liv basic spells when the girl was more than capable of handling a little locator spell, and save her friends while doing so.
All the while, she was feeling drained and falling into a deep sadness that not even Jeremy's smile could fade away. Well, she had been feeling that deep sadness for a long time now, ever since Sheila passed, she was not the same. She could smile and be the supportive friend, the healer, the witch, the girlfriend but she was never the same Bonnie. No, that girl was dead – no pun intended – and a new one had replaced her. A girl that had the burden of the whole world on her tiny shoulders, someone that loved her friends so much that she sacrificed herself for them over and over again because she had no one else to cater to. No one. How lonely.
Nevertheless, that was the girl that saved everyone else and kicked ass and cried herself to sleep. The girl that had been abandoned twice by her mother, cheated on, trampled, used and abused and she was tired. Bonnie never thought of herself as quitter – no – she was a fighter all the way to the end, no matter what happened, she was always ready to go to battle. But this time was different.
Coming back only to go through literal torture every time a supernatural in the world died was just fucking evil. Not only that but the fact that it seemed as if almost nothing had changed in their dynamic when she had changed so much. Her friends were still being dragged into yet another drama, Damon was being an asshole again and Jeremy was still love struck. Only poor Stefan was dealing with PTSD and she could totally relate to the feeling.
All said and done, no matter what the new season brought, it always seemed like Bonnie had to put on her saviour hat and go on to make sure everyone was safe and that always came to the expense of her own happiness.
In all of her nineteen years of living in this cursed world, Bonnie figured she had done everything she could have to always remain true to herself and her values, and she made Grams proud, that made her heart happy. She loved Sheila more than anyone in the world so to have her nod of approval meant everything.
However, and not to put a damp in the earlier statement, she felt like other than being the pillar to her rag tag group of supernaturals, she was mostly invisible. The witch replaced the girl and she didn't know what to make of that. Who was she if not the resident witch? The anchor? Who was she when no one was looking? There was once a time where she'd have an answer to all of those questions, but now she was just lost and tired. So damn tired. If this was living then she didn't want to do it anymore, not like this but it didn't matter either way because this was the end. The final seal in a life full of nothing and everything.
She was more than ready to say goodbye but she never expected to have Damon by her side. The smug, arrogant, insufferable vampire that turned her life into a living hell, the one that killed and turned her mother based on a fucking coin toss, her best friend's boyfriend and now the last face she'd ever see.
Their history was bloody, messy and violent. Damon was literally one of the people she hated the most in the entire world but eventually that hate had turned into tolerance, though he still got on her nerves every other Thursday. Bonnie had a hard time seeing the qualities that Elena found in the vampire but even she had to admit that he wasn't the same vampire that arrived Mystic Falls ready to start shit. However, she wouldn't be breaking bread with him anytime soon if she had a say in it. Damon had been responsible for so much shit and the fact that he almost never got any accountability on said things pissed her off to no end.
He had a way to sway people, well mostly Elena but still, he had a way to make everyone forget about all of the horrible things he had done in the past and the ones he did in the present. But not her. Maybe it was because they had no relationship whatsoever other than the will to protect Elena, but even then, he would find a way to be an asshole. Just when she thought that she could tolerate his presence for more than two seconds, he would purposely go out of his way to say something obnoxious. It was like he liked getting on her bad side and she was done with it and his shitty attitudes, she would just block out his annoying voice when he no longer served any real purpose and that seemed to do the trick. Sometimes but that was better than nothing.
The thing is, when you're about to die it becomes highly difficult to block anything out when all of your senses are hyper alert. She could feel every single living thing moving, breaking apart, the cracking of the surface and Damon's presence right next to her. She could hear his voice in the midst of the chaos and, for whatever reason, it felt good not being alone in this final time. Even if Damon was the one there, it was nice and weirdly ironic that Bonnie Bennett would go out like this – with her no longer enemy but not friend sharing the same fate as her. A murderous vampire and an altruist witch meet their end line.
Curious.
Complete opposites standing on the same ground about to face oblivion. She wasn't scared and she could tell that neither was Damon. Maybe he had also accepted his fate, just like she had. After all, he was an old vampire, he had experienced love and happiness, the hunger and violence that came with being a creature of the night. She figured, that by his silence, that he was probably having an internal monologue and readying himself for the final darkness to come.
She inhaled deeply. This surely had to be nature's way of balancing everything out, she had to go but so would her rival. Or maybe she was looking too much into things and they were about to die so what was the point of thinking? Death was something that did not scare but was inevitable anyways, to become dust, nothing, small particles and lost souls somewhere or nowhere. Whatever it was, it was coming and Damon was the only one there to go through it with her.
"Sure, there are a million people we'd both rather be with right now but..."
She interlocked their fingers and there was a zing that ran through her. Must've been the adrenaline of dying coupled with her underlying supernatural power reacting to his own but she ignored it. She took another deep breath and looked at their joined hands for a second. No matter how many lives she'd lived, she would never ever imagine that she'd reach this breaking point with Damon nonetheless, but here they were. At the shore of their lives.
"A couple thousand at most"
He mirrored her actions and then took a good look at her. Bonnie Bennett in all her glory had dropped all the facades and looked at him with nothing but understanding in her eyes. He knew she wouldn't be scared but he didn't expect her to be holding her own like she was.
Brave little thing that girl.
It was then that Damon felt for her. He had to admit that he never really cared much about her before, he didn't want to see her hurt but it was not like she was in his short list of people that had his heart. Only Stefan and Elena belonged to that list. Nevertheless, Bonnie had been through a lot, mostly due to him but that's how life went. You fuck up sometimes, you make up another. That's how he lived anyways.
But she was an annoying little thing with her good morals and entitlement and she had saved his life on numerous accounts. Looking at her face, he could see that she had grown a lot since he had first come to Mystic Falls. She was no longer the girl that was terrified of him, she challenged him and though he found it utterly annoying, he could also say with some level of certainty that she was one of the strongest people he had met in all of his years roaming the Earth.
She was so young yet so powerful already, and so fucking fearless. She deserved better.
He understood that his time was coming and Damon had to say the he never expected to live this long, even after turning, he figured he'd piss someone off and end up with a stake. Lord knows how many times he'd been close to death but, somehow, he skated by and made it. Not only that, he lived enough to finally know what true love was and he'd like to think that his relationship with Stefan had taken a turn for the best.
Damon could say that he was prepared to die. He knew the two people he'd loved the most would be alright, they had each other and the rest of the gang to help them out. They meant the whole world to him, Stefan with all of his brooding and worrying, was the best brother he could ever have and he would never take that bond for granted. And Elena... Elena was the woman that warmed his heart, the woman that made him feel again, the woman that chose him even despite his cruel behavior in the past. She chose him. And for that, Damon was grateful. A bastard like him never got the chance at happiness but for some miracle, he had.
But Bonnie... Bonnie deserved to see what life could give to her. She had so much to live for, so much potential and it saddened him to see her end her journey like this but the fact that she was standing tall and not break down and cry, said a lot about her character.
The wind got stronger, violent, greedy to take their lives and souls and claim them as prizes. The wave of energy breaking apart and molding together could be felt all around them. The consumption of an entire plane. Lights flickering, earth and air not being quite the same but between them something else entirely was shaping up. Something metallic, slow but definitely steady.
"Do you think it'll hurt?"
"I don't kno–"
Dying usually meant exactly that – dying – so the fact that Bonnie could still feel the extremities of her body tingling meant that something was wrong. Or maybe this was dying and she just had a different experience this time. The tips of her fingers, ears, nose and toes burned with a strange yet familiar sensation. Her legs and arms felt heavy and so did her eyelids. She tried to peel her eyes open but that was a task that was proving to be more difficult than she thought.
Another thing she found very difficult was breathing, her chest for some reason felt like it was made of concrete instead of the soft but durable tissue surrounding her organs. Her attempts at inhaling and opening her chest cavities were as shallow as her fragile breaths. Still, Bonnie tried and tried some more until she was satisfied with the amount of oxygen she was able to get inside.
For some reason though, she picked up on a scent. Honey, lavender and... grapefruit. The smell was intense but nice, it reminded her of home. She took in the scent and let herself be travel through her memories until she found he way to the memories of her Grams. The young girl had a small smile on her face as she took in the details of Sheila's curly hair and soft skin. That smile faded as a strong feeling erupted through her. Her chest became overwhelmed with homesickness, guilt and sadness all rolled into one.
Her emotions bubbled out of her as she tried to hold it together but for some reason she couldn't. She thought she would find peace; Grams had assured her of that. And that's when it hit her, maybe this was what she had meant with that cryptic message. This was what Sheila had made her sacrifice for, Bonnie just had to open her eyes.
She gave it another go and tried to face whatever place she was in but it was like her body was refusing to let her wake up. She tried again with all her will and might; if this is what she had to do to finally be with Grams and her dad again, then she would take it. She had been through worse and this was what she deserved, to be reunited with her family and get that peace she wished for so many times.
Bonnie took command of her senses; she could feel the magic deep inside her but still miles away. That didn't stop her though, she grasped at her hope and the love she felt for those two people and got her eyes open. She did not expect blue orbs staring back at her with such intensity that if she weren't laying down, it would make her go into that position.
"Bonnie?"
She blinked once, twice, then three times. Damon was not supposed to be here. Damon was not Grams or her dad or someone she cared for. Damon was the opposite of whatever she deserved.
She looked around and quickly realized she was in the Salvatore Boarding house, more precisely in a room that reeked of Damon. The double king-sized bed dipped as he supported his weight in his left hand so as to come closer to her.
"Come on judgy, say something"
She kept analyzing the room that she was sure had seen many, many naked women and one Damon Salvatore. The wooden tones surely fit the rest of the house's décor, when she looked to her left, she noticed the entrance of what she was sure to be a grand and extravagant bathroom, she then looked down to herself and noticed she was in the same clothes she had been when she had died.
Because that's what had happened. She and Damon had died. Like, gone, done, so why the hell was she in the boarding house in what she assumed to be Damon's room?
"What's going on?" she demanded with a voice that was meant to be stern but came out as a whisper.
Damon swallowed and knitted his brows "Was kinda hoping you'd have an answer to that cause I have no clue"
Bonnie shot her green at him and attempted to get up from the bed fast but her legs were not cooperating and she wobbled, falling straight into Damon's arms. Great.
"Easy there. It took you twelve hours to wake up so I wouldn't go around looking to get a concussion if I were you" he tried to go for the comedic approach but his expression was a worried one.
She detangled from his hold and supported herself on the bed "What?"
"You were sleeping for twelve hours straight" he explained running a hand through his face.
"How do you know that?" she asked. For all she knew this was a whole nightmare and she had yet to actually wake up and see her dad. There was just no way in hell that Damon was the first person she was having an interaction with and what had happened during those twelve hours?
Last thing she remembered; they were in the woods as their world crumbled down so. how the hell was she in the boarding house? Did this mean that...
"Where are we?"
He exhaled roughly; this was not going to be easy "Mystic Falls... I think and before you ask more questions Bonnie, I have no idea what the hell's going on. All I know was that there were flashing lights and wind and... us together before we got here. We woke up in the middle of the woods and you were shivering so I brought you here"
She braced herself and decided to sit in a more comfortable position "How did you know this was Mystic Falls?"
"The smell" he said with a shrug "I know Mystic Falls like the back of my hand Bonnie, I knew the second I opened my eyes."
She shook her head as she tried to take in the new information "But it's not possible! It's against all of the laws of nature and not even the entire magic in the world would create this!" she argued not realizing she was yelling but this was so damn confusing! She was supposed to die along with Damon so what the hell was going on? She was pretty sure they had left Mystic Falls as soon as The Other Side collapsed, but here they were, living and breathing.
Unless, this was not the true end and they were stuck somewhere "Are you sure this is actually Mystic Falls? Have you been to town?"
The vampire stood up and brushed his clothes "No Bonnie, I haven't. I couldn't until I was sure that you wouldn't do something stupid like die"
"Well newsflash, we're already dead" she shot back with heat.
He opened his arms defensively "Well I don't think you'd enjoy dying while having my blood in your system"
The young witch reacted by standing up and marching over to him. She was grateful that her legs didn't fail her this time "You did what Damon?"
"You weren't breathing and I couldn't leave you all comatose in the middle of the woods now, could I?" he screamed in her face. He had never met someone that was so unbelievably stubborn "Or would you rather I left you to die?"
She folded her arms "Yes Damon cause that's what was supposed to happen!"
"Then by all means BonBon, go ahead, I won't stop you" he snickered as he left the room fast.
Bonnie was left feeling enraged and if she still had her magic, she would have given him an aneurysm. God he was infuriating! And now she had his blood in her stream, great. Not only that but they were in this weird dimension or whatever together.
She went to his bathroom to try and make some sense of this whole situation. Her Grams promised her peace and she trusted Sheila's word but right now she had to admit that she was feeling about cheated. Maybe what Bonnie was feeling was some residual side effect from dying and coming back to life, again. But even so, having to deal with Damon was not something she looked forward to do at all and the fact that she had his blood in her system left her shaken.
That meant that she now owed him and, in some weird and irrational way, she felt invaded. There was a reason why she refused to have vampire blood, only have done so when strictly necessary and even then, she would still find some other way. She didn't like having it inside of her, especially Damon's. The other time he had fed her his blood she had felt very heavy and her magic would react by doing the opposite of what she intended to do.
She hated that. She liked being in control of her magic, of her person and feeling vulnerable, lost was not something she would like to be feeling. Not right now and not with Damon being the only person so far that reminded her of her old life.
The young girl splashed water all over her face and gripped the sink's marble as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright green, they had never been this bright, her lips were puffy, her hair looked stronger and her skin was clear and healthy.
The girl looking back at her had a sad expression on her face, her bright green eyes were empty despite all of the energy inside of them and her chin quivered. The tears roaming down the girl's face felt hot and way too familiar. Bonnie could almost taste the salt in them but she looked away. She would not break down and cry, no way. Bonnie swallowed her tears and wiped her face.
Right now, she had two choices; she could either stay in the bathroom and let herself feel completely overwhelmed or she could find some answers. It was easy deciding what she needed to do.
Putting her boots back on, Bonnie raced down the stairs fast "Damon!" she called as she made her way to the living room. She found him by the bar drinking his bourbon – of course. "I thought you'd be gone by now"
He scoffed and took his drink to his lips.
"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot" she started as she slowly approached him "But we have to figure this out and make sure we're not in some kind of hell or something worse"
"What could be worse than hell Bonnie" he quipped "Maybe this is hell"
She huffed mad "Then why the hell did you give me your blood for huh? If you're going to act this emo then I'll find the answers I need myself!"
"That's a weird way of saying 'thank you'. You gotta do better than that Bon"
She rolled her eyes and made a move to turn around but he got hold of her wrist "Fine. I'm going to help you because I need answers too"
She faced him with an arched brow "Oh you're helping me? I thought we were helping each other since, you know, we're stuck in here together"
He let go of her and downed the rest of his drink fast "I'm sure if you keep yapping your mouth like that, I'll drive a stake through my own heart" he added a smile just to spite her even further.
She met him with her chin up "Maybe that's my whole plan"
"Pfft, you'd miss me way too much Bennett" he said clearly feeling very smug "Now, let's roll"
She followed him outside, the warm breeze hitting her, it must've been May. The trees around the manor were full of flowers and the transition of day to evening put this beautiful golden filter everywhere.
She looked in Damon's direction and gasped as she saw him in his Camaro "Didn't you give that a Viking funeral?"
Damon, who was clearly enjoying himself behind the wheel, said "And it's only poetic justice that she would find a way back to me"
Bonnie rolled her eyes and got in the car. She ran a hand across the dashboard that was engulfed in golden light. Her finger bathed in that sunlight and she let herself feel a bit of relief for a moment. She wasn't so sure why she was feeling relieved; after all, she had yet to understand what was going on but the young witch would leave those questions for later.
She looked at Damon who still was too happy and almost got trapped in the way the light hit his face perfectly accentuating his hard jaw and his pale skin. His hair was wild as it always was and it framed his face very nicely. Damon had a nice profile.
Huh?
Bonnie shook off those weird thoughts. Again, those were just side effects of her latest resurrection "Damon, stop playing with your car and let's go"
He looked back at her, cyan eyes cutting through her "Shuuush" he added a finger to his pink lips forcing Bonnie to look at them "Let me enjoy this beautiful sound"
She swallowed and cursed herself for staring at them. She was losing her mind for sure if she was now finding Damon attractive. "Damon!" she said harshly in response to her own thoughts.
The vampire huffed and finally turned the engine on "You know where we should go first?"
She shrugged; she wanted to say to go to Grams but she was scared. Who was to say that this Mystic Falls esque town even resembled their own home? What if they ended up in a twilight zone where there were no vampires or witches or werewolves?
"I say we hit The Grill" he continued "If my baby made it back, I want to know if the pub still stands"
Bonnie chuckled "Oh, don't tell me you've been cheating on your car with your pub" she added a dramatic gasp "The horror!"
He squinted his eyes "Ha ha. You think you're funny Bennett"
She shrugged again and bit her lip as the first houses started lining up. She definitely recognized this street, she had to go through it every time she went to the manor the discuss the latest supernatural drama. With the speed that Damon was going, they were sure to be hitting the town's square in a couple of minutes.
The square where she had seen Silas murder her father. Images of the ancient being slitting Rudy's throat washed over her and she couldn't do anything to stop it. She tried to shake it off but she kept seeing it in loop, her reality being morphed into that cursed night. And suddenly, a wave of panic warmed her entire being.
Her breathing was still not great but now it had taken a dip and she was finding herself gasping for air. Damon slammed the breaks hard and took a good look at her "Bonnie what's going on?"
She clutched her chest "I think- I think I'm having an anxiety attack" she swallowed thickly "I can't breathe Damon"
The vampire didn't know what to do. Usually when Stefan had one of his episodes, he would tell him to face off his fears and drink blood but that advice didn't exactly translate to whatever it was that Bonnie was facing.
"What can I do Bonnie?"
She shook her head "I- he has him Damon! He has him! Do something!"
Damon looked around them and saw nothing but an empty street. He looked at Bonnie again who was trembling "Bonnie no one's here" he said placing his hand on her shoulder.
She pushed his hand away "He's- he's right o-over the-there!" she pointed in front of her "Damon h-help h-him! Oh god, I c-can't breathe!"
With pursed lips, the older Salvatore realized that she was hallucinating which he found extremely weird because she had been fine just a couple of moments ago. He got out of the car fast and force Bonnie to do the same "Look at me Bonnie, I'm real! Whatever you're seeing isn't!"
She crumbled to her knees still holding her chest "Damon! Help h-him p-please! He's g-going to k-kill him!" she was hysterical now "Damon!"
He went on his knees and took her face in his hands; he used his thumbs to wipe away some of the tears "Bonnie look at me!" he demanded "You're with me, you're safe, no one's going to kill anyone, nit if I can help it! Now snap out of it!" he pulled her close to him in an effort to show her that he was real.
She was still shaking in his arms but her gasps for air seemed to fade down and she was starting to breathe normally again. He ran a hand through her back and spoke "You can feel me Bonnie because I'm right here with you."
"You're real" she whispered.
He nodded "I am"
She closed her eyes and felt herself coming back to her senses. Bonnie was now feeling much better than she did seconds ago but it had all been so sudden, she barely processed the fact that she was in Damon's arms. And then she did.
He didn't feel as threatening and cold as she expected him to be, instead he was warm and strong. He had a nice smell and she needed to get out of this embrace before it got awkward. She made a move to get away but he took her face "Are you back Judgy?"
He was standing very close and his blue eyes were still very intense. She wanted to say thank you but the words got lost somewhere within herself. What the fuck was going on?
She nodded and put space between them as she stood up and brushed her jeans "I am"
He pulled himself up and got behind the wheel in a blink "You still want to solve crack this code or you need time?"
Both. She answered inwardly. These episodes had been happening ever since she came back as an anchor so she was sort of used to having them and forget about it. Well, not actually forgetting it but shoving it down deep enough so she could be functional enough to help save her friends.
"I'm good" she said getting in the car "Let's figure this thing out"
He nodded and drove fast, only slowing down when he saw the infamous pub "I'm pretty sure I blew that up less than twenty-four hours ago"
Bonnie eyed the pub "Do you think that... never mind"
"If I think that somehow, against all odds, they'll be there?" Damon easily read her "I don't know Bonnie"
She looked down "Well, would you want them to be there?"
She knew it was childish but at the same time, they were supposed to be dead and they ended up in an alternate version of their hometown, so maybe, wishing that her friends were there wasn't that far-fetched. Right?
Damon huffed. He would love to see Elena's face again, he would give up anything just to hold her again, to kiss her again and to tell her that he loved her. But did that mean that he wanted her and Stefan to be stuck in whatever fucked up parallel with them? Somewhere that he had yet to deem safe? It would be so easy to say 'No' and be the mature person but the truth was the he was selfish, he wanted his happiness and if he had a choice in it, he'd take damnit it.
"Yeah, I would" he spoke truthfully. She nodded because she felt the same.
Damon killed the engine a looked at his companion "So, are you ready to find out at least one answer?"
She knitted her brows "I don't know but I want to go ahead anyway"
He smirked "That's the spirit Bon" he said as he climbed out of his favorite car. She did the same and fixed her hair for some reason, it wasn't like Jeremy was going to be in the pub waiting for her.
"Let's go" she said and they both marched towards the door.
A/N: Okay so I just wrote this because I had to get it out. I definitely plan to write more because Prison World Bamon is something that was never truly (properly) explored on the show and that's a whole crime. Anyways, tell me what you think please and what theories you have for my version of this world. Thank you and stay safe!