FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER ELEVEN - REDEMPTION}

The moment seemed to drag on forever; Damon’s tongue glanced over his lips as if to request access. Bonnie seemed to respond almost instantly, he arms hitching around his neck as his hand slides across her sweat drenched features. Another immeasurable moment passed like that; both fighting for domination as the kiss grew with intensity. Bonnie withdrew first as if coming out of a daze, “Damon?” her voice had returned to normal; her coffee hues also lightening from their previous obsidian hues.

“Bonnie?” Damon mirrored, “What are you doing?” she asked weakly. Damon glanced around confused; assuming all too quickly that the person who had kissed him just now wasn’t her at all but whomever or /what/ ever has ahold of her. “Well that’s complicated…” He answered moving away from her; finding himself to be a touch disappointed and inwardly scolding himself for allowing himself to return the affections of someone who clearly hates him.

“I don’t hate you,” she replied as if he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. He glanced back at her after he manages to reposition himself farther away. “What?”

“I mean I don’t /like/ you but can you blame me?” She seemed to regain her strength much faster than what seemed possible. He watched her as she rambled, something Bonnie rarely did; and yet this girl well she hasn’t been the girl he met for a while it seemed. She finally looked at him and seemed to instantly recoil, “What?” Damon shook his head; oceanic orbs glancing contemplatively at the ground before him.

“I didn’t say that…” He started before refocusing his gaze upon her. “I /thought/ it.” Bonnie didn’t seem surprised. “I told you we would be connected… It’s probably a side effect of the spell.”

“What other side effects could there be?” Damon asked hopeful that fixing his new problem might very well be as simple as reversing it though he knew that /nothing/ was likely that simply. “According to the book that’s it… why what did you see?” He furrowed his brows, “Don’t you remember?” She turned her head away as if finally noticing where she was.

“No, what happened?” She looked toward the foyer which now lay in disarray. “Damon…” she spoke in a low worried tone as she flicked her gaze back to him. “What /happened/?” He sighed, rolling his eyes knowing damn well that before this got better it was going to get much /much/ worse.

“Tyler showed up…” he said gaging her reaction. She stiffened; amber optics shifting away from him, “We’re not happy to see old friends are we?”

“You have to let me explain,” She instantly started in with a defensive tone. “No need.” He assured her, “I saw it… I know why you did it and as admirable a reason as that is now we have a new problem on our hands.” Bonnie shook her head; her hand lifting to wipe away the droplets that had formed across her forehead. “So what did you see?” she asked nervously.

He shrugged, “Nothing really…” he lied with the intention of elaborating. “Basically your entire life story, what happened with Klaus…” he watched her as he spoke, “There’s something else inside you, Bonnie… something worse.” Her brows knitted together in apprehension. “What do you mean?”

Damon rose from his place on the floor, “If I had to hazard a guess I would call it a shadow…” He tucked his hands into his pants; everything about his stance screamed nonchalance except the look on his face. He was strained and serious; “Let me paint a picture; Imagine a sunny day that’s slowly interrupted by a sudden overcast,” He begins and despite the bright image his expression remained. “What’s inside you now is just the beginning of the storm that’s to come.”

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER TEN - REDEMPTION}

Klaus struggled to breathe; watching the scene before him with ample surprise. Even he didn’t know the witch held this much power. He would need that amulet if he was ever to fend her off. In this form she’d be able to manipulate him and perhaps even kill him and though he knew she wouldn’t dare do so there were plenty of other things she could do.

As she stood distracted he writhed under her control; trying to escape her grasp. Damon paid little attention to Klaus at this point as he observed the change in Bonnie. Her gaze clouded once more with a deep obsidian cloud that seemed to bleed into the whites of her eyes. Inwardly, Damon tried to shake it off; convinced he had to be imagining it.

That’s when it struck him; he fell to his knees as once again he was thrust into Bonnie’s mind. He saw what she had done for Klaus. He also knew at the exact moment why she did it, to save her mother and thereby himself, his brother and even Elena. She didn’t know that she would end up saving Elena, not until much later but she was relieved to say the least.

Or at least the Bonnie that Damon knew was this girl that towered over him now wasn’t that girl at all. As he wondered through his mind; her memory flashing before him like a movie, he could swear he saw blackened phantoms peer in the corner of his eyes. Like there was something inside her that controls her now, something /else/.

Something that didn’t at all seem deterred by his presence but instead was amused by it. He was expelled from her mind none too soon as it seemed her power was waning. Oceanic hues flick away from her to where the Klaus shell was just now pulling himself away from the wall. “This isn’t over,” he spoke in that thick voice that sounded strange from Tyler’s body.

“Oh great,” Damon mumbled as he vanished from the house. Damon’s gaze traces away from the door and back to Bonnie who was breathing hard and blood dripped from her nose. He barely noticed the intoxicating scent as he stood from the ground to grip her body. As he held her, deep set cobalt optics surveying her form, anger and confusion built within him.

Mentally, he took count of his ever growing list of problems. Bonnie has gone rogue, little demon like things took possession of her body so first he would have to fix that. Meanwhile, Klaus wandered the world in a nice Tyler shaped shell and he assumed in that moment that it was in fact Klaus who was searching for the Lux Lunae a reason for which has yet to present itself.

So first things first, he pulled Bonnie into his arms like he had before and carried her to the closest resting place which happened to be the couch. He laid her there; taking note as her eyes slowly fluttered open. At first she said nothing but her fingers lifted to dance down his face. Damon paused; cerulean irises locked onto her now caramel hues.

He wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing but he dare not push her much further than she had pushed herself at this point so instead of speaking he just waited to see what she would do. Her hand curled around his neck in a gentle and if he didn’t know any better sensual way. He was so used to Bonnie’s consistent hatred of him that he was taken aback by her actions.

In the next moment two things happened; Bonnie’s lips meet his in a fevered kiss that he couldn’t explain even if her could form a proper thought and stranger still he found himself kissing her back.

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FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER NINE - REDEMPTION}

Tyler’s eyes narrowed on Damon, deep hazel hues like the eyes of a canine that’s been caught in a pair of headlights. His own sapphire pools had been obstructed by the contraction of his own eye lids. “Alright mutt, let’s say we drop the unspoken nuance and get to the reason you’re here. I don’t actually have time for someone else’s issues at the moment.” Tyler circled Damon in a way that resembled a predator, much more than Damon was comfortable with.

“What have you done Salvatore?” The voice the spilled from Tyler’s lips wasn’t his own, Damon noticed with a start. In fact if he didn’t know any better he seemed to detect a hint of an accent he knew wasn’t there before. Another second passed before Tyler was on him, too fast for him to react properly. He had Damon’s neck firmly between his fingers, lifting him slightly from the floor and all Damon could think was ‘How the hell?’ before Bonnie appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Stop!” she commanded in a way that too didn’t seem like her own voice. She started down the steps in a slow and measured pace as the wolf’s greenish hues glanced away from Damon and zeroed in on the witch. “What is this, Bonnie?” the unfamiliar once again spilled from Tyler’s lips as he abruptly dropped Damon to the floor.

Bonnie raised her hand, her palm facing Tyler. With a swift flick of her wrist he was pushed by an unseen force into the wall that was behind him. Damon watched the seen before him not having recalled Bonnie having a power quite like that before, at which point he knew he had missed something. “I’m not you’re slave any longer, Klaus.” His eyes widened as they shifted from her to Tyler or was he. “Klaus?!” he exclaimed as the wolf’s eyes once again caught his gaze.

“Klaus?!” he repeated switching his gaze to her once more. She ignored him as Tyler spoke, “A bit slow on the uptake, eh Salvatore?” Damon clenched his jaw together meeting his gaze. As if he were a permanent fixture on the way he strained to even look at Damon. “As it seems Bonnie has your balls in a vice grip I’d suggest you silence yourself as I sort this out with my witch.” Damon pointed out before standing and crossing the room towards her.

“Bonnie?” He spoke her name in the form of question; she hardly spared him a glance. Focusing in on keeping Klaus/Tyler in his place, “I think we have more pressing issues at the moment don’t you?”

“Oh no, I’m fairly certain Klaus playing body snatchers is an extremely /pressing/ issue.” He assessed, she rolled her eyes; twisting her hand to the point her palm now faced the ceiling and then clenched her fist. Tyklaus began to act as if he was choking and once more Damon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Where did you get this extra juice?”

“You’re not asking the wrong questions.” Bonnie answer before turning her head to face him; her eyes seemed distance and somehow while still looking at him appeared to be looking past him. “Which are?” He inquires not at all sure he wanted to hear the answer. Her voice took on an ominous tone, and sounded almost like there was an echo within in. “What I plan to do with it, now that I have it.”

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER EIGHT - REDEMPTION}

“Ego tibi me et vos. Intus animo te nunc, ut ambulare per vestrum in onychinus in incantatores devorat.” Bonnie’s voice rises above the loud thrumming of our hearts in unison. Damon didn’t know what it meant, but, he knew it was something to the effect of seeing into each other’s minds. He took in a breath as the feeling of power moved from her form into his. Aside from the electricity shooting through his veins he couldn’t feel anything else.

Like her rummaging about his brain, her eyes were closed as her words died off then slowly fluttered opened, it seemed a moment as if her eyes had been so dilated the blackness took over most of the white part. Damon was taken aback until my own gaze blurred and he was thrust into her mind. For lack of a better way to describe it, he felt like he was being pushed through the time space continuum and into the area of her mind that seemed to be hidden from her…

∞

Klaus had only been in Tyler’s body a week and has already managed to wreck more havoc than he thought possible and yet he still couldn’t find what he was looking for. He has Caroline on the case as well, under his compulsion; it was only too easy for him to convince her she didn’t need it anymore. Bonnie, as cautious as she is has also been helpful in locating the Lux Lunae. Unbeknownst to her, that spell she did to put him into this form also gave him control of hers.

Now, however, as he glanced through books that would hopefully lead him to the amulet he felt something prick the back of his mind, something disconcerting to say the least, as he felt Bonnie’s mind slip away from his. He caught at last glance the image of Damon; “Salvatore,” the name spilled from between his lips; disdainful and angry as he clenched his fist together and slams it into the book that rest before him on the wooden table.

∞

Damon had only been in Bonnie’s mind a second but it seemed like a lifetime as all her memories moved past his sight in succession. Everything from the moment she was born up until she managed to break him out of it. “Bonnie!” he exclaimed, she was breathing hard, clutching her stomach before he realized what the spell and his presence in her subconscious had been doing to her. Damon reached for her arm, hesitating only a moment before touching her smooth skin.

He pulled her into his lap and she made no attempt to protest as he did, she glanced up at him. Her eyes haunted and distant as it almost seemed she looked right through him. Damon pushed a piece of sweat soaked hair out of her face just as the loud snap came from downstairs and “Damon!” followed by the slamming of the front door.

He lifted Bonnie into his arms, placing her down onto the bed before starting out of the room to see Tyler downstairs. “Lockwood, what the hell are you doing here?” he only knew small details about Tyler’s survival as they knew Klaus was in fact his sire but Caroline and he were rather tight lipped about the rest. Damon had assumed it was something sexual he didn’t want to know much about anyway. At this point he looked angry, the last thing he needed at this exact moment was a pissed off Hybrid.

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER SEVEN - REDEMPTION}

 “I don’t like the sound of that,” Damon said several minutes after Bonnie had explained the spell to him. It was pretty straight forward, but, if they did it right things might get complicated really quick. Bonnie shook her head, glancing back at the book. “It’s the only way, you’re not a witch so you can’t just see into my mind like another witch could and I can’t open my own mind without the help of a second witch so this is our only choice.”

Damon falls back onto her bed, glancing up at her off white ceiling, his thoughts racing over what was about to happen.  The kink in this spell was that not only would he go into her mind but she could freely go into his. He didn’t really have much to hide, everyone knew what he is and what he’d done but his thoughts were often something he’d rather keep to himself. Something he wouldn’t share with anyone let alone Bonnie but as she said it seemed to be our only option.

His gaze flicked to hers, she sat on the other side of the bed and seemed to be watching as he struggles with his thoughts. “Fine, what will we need and do you have a way to break the spell?” She glanced down at the book. “I have most of the things here but there something we will need for the counter spell.” He nods, sitting up to look at the words written in the book.

“What’s this,” He points to a symbol. “It’s a type of stone, onyx.” She explains. “I have one, it was my grandmothers. We’ll need for the counter spell but for now let’s set up this one.” She points to the other page. He stands from the bed, moving to her dresser, he glances over the stuff there. His gaze quickly becoming amused as he finds something he didn’t expect to find there. He slides a finger under a thin pair of silk panties picking them up before he turns to her.

“And these are?” he questions, a light chuckle spilling from his lips as he speaks. “Damon!” Bonnie exclaims, thrusting herself from the bed and stalking toward him. She pulls the underwear from his grip, “Can we be serious please?!” She demands. Damon laughs once more, clinging to his amusement as he turns back to his task. “Hey, I was trying to be serious; you’re the one who left your unmentionables around.” She huffs, shoving the small piece of fabric into a drawer.

Deep cerulean irises dance over the other objects on her dresser, a part of him hoping to find something else he wasn’t supposed to but instead finds some candles, matches and the other things they would need for the spell. Bonnie settles into the circle that had been created a moment ago. Damon joins her after he’s found everything. She goes to work setting everything up, the candles lit and encircling them now as they both sit facing each other on the floor; Bonnie pulls in a breath before picking up an intricately decorated athame. “Are you sure about this?” Damon inquires, she looks away from the dagger toward him, “It’s the only way.”

Damon nods solemnly, all joking aside as she slides the sharp edge over her hand. The intoxicating sent of blood immediately rushes his senses. He had smelled her blood before and each time it was the same, hitting him like a runaway Mack Truck. He catches his breath in his throat trying not to inhale the spicy scent of her blood as he takes the athame from her. “You know this means you’ll have my blood in your system. You’ll need to be extra careful.” She nods, “I got it.”

He concedes, feeling uneasy about the whole thing but instead of protesting further he slides the dagger across the meaty part of his hand. She takes his hand in hers, their blood mixing as they make contact. We held them over the candle she had placed before us and she begins the incantation.

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER SIX - REDEMPTION}

Bonnie glances away from Damon, feeling as though he could literally see through her. He wished that were the case, he knew this whole ordeal might prove to be a little harder than he thought if she refused to trust him. Sienna hues trace over her room, things strewn all over the place as if someone everything she owned out of their original places in search of something. She had assumed for a moment that maybe it was the amulet but that didn’t make sense. Inwardly she shrugged, because, to be honest none of this made any sense.

Damon watched as it seemed Bonnie was silently assessing the situation, glancing around the room trying to think things through and more than anything he wanted to see in her mind. Sapphire pools scan over the words in the book. “I might have an idea if you think you’re up to it…” Russet curls fall over her shoulders as she turns her head back to look at him. “That depends,” she hedged, circling around to face him. “What’s your idea?” His gaze trailed away from the book.

“Do you have a spell that would…” He pulls his shoulder back in a shrug, “I’m not sure how to word it, kind of like, let me walk through your mind?” Bonnie’s eyes widen incredulously, “Nothing like that, just let me see the parts you can’t remember.” He assured her. She didn’t at all feel comfortable with this idea at all, she considered her options though and there weren’t that many. It was either this or continue to be a slave to her own subconscious.

Damon tilted his head inquisitively, watching her as she seemed to argue with herself. “Look, no funny business…” He balanced the book in one hand as he list the other to cross over his heart. “You have no reason to trust me, I know that but I feel this nagging need to find a way to make it up to you.” Her chocolate tinted irises twist up before settling back on him. “Hey, I don’t like it either.” He teased. Bonnie shook her head taking the book from him.

“Fine,” she conceded, her stomach twisting in knots with the idea of what he might find inside her mind, if he would see the things she had done and find that they were bad. She didn’t like the idea of not knowing what she’d been doing and at this point she had no one else. She watched him a moment, curiosity pricking the back of her mind. She had to admit, Damon had changed from the terror he was when they first met but how would she ever looked past what he’d done?

She considered that, he didn’t purposely go out of his way to kill her mother; it wasn’t out of spite or hatred. He didn’t do it because he was thirsty for blood; he’d done it to save Elena. She wondered if she were put in his place would she have done the same thing. Bonnie pursed her lips, glancing down at the book trying and failing to force the thoughts from her mind. He was here, he was willing to help and he was trying to make amends the least she could do, if only for this small amount of time, was to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Her stomach seemed to twist up even more as she came to that conclusion not at all pleased with her conclusions. Damon observed how her expression changed, once again as if she were having an inner battle with herself. He could relate, she hated him and to be honest he was a little weary of this whole situation and this overwhelming feeling that drove him to seek redemption was getting on his last nerve. For over 200 years, give or take a few, he was the black sheep. The evil brother and when he really thought about it, it was easier that way.

He didn’t fancy living up to anyone’s expectations of him, he never cared much about what people thought or how they felt about him and his actions. However, for some reason he found himself here, in the presence of a witch who’d sooner see him a rotting corpse than accept his help and he felt compelled to seek out her forgiveness.

Their gazes connect with each other within the same moment, both almost immediately glancing away awkwardly shifting their weight. “Find something in your bag of tricks?” he questions just to break the silence. She nodded, “Yeah, but we’re going to need some stuff and…” she hesitated, his cerulean hues flick back to her. “And what?!” he demanded, “And it’s going to be slightly more complicated than you just taking a stroll through my mind.”

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER FIVE - REDEMPTION}

Damon knew he’d heard about it before, something to do with the Sun and Moon curse though we found out recently that the curse of the sun and moon was a fake. Klaus had made it up to get force the help of all vampires and werewolves to find the stone. This curse was different but I can’t figure out why… or even if it was real. He shook his head, “Do you have it?” he inquires.

Bonnie couldn’t remember if she got it from her or not, or even why Caroline would have had it. Damon had found himself considering almost the same thing, why didn’t Caroline tell him what Bonnie had shown up for. “I don’t know,” she says looking down at herself as if to make sure. Her neck was bare and he didn’t remember having anything in her hands. “I don’t think so.”

She moves past him and toward the stairs, without waiting for an invitation he followed her to her room. He glanced around; it was in such a state of disarray it was almost as though someone had been searching for something. “Oh!” she exclaims as if she too were surprised to see her room this way. “You didn’t know it looked like this?” She shook her head, not looking back at him. “Well this just keeps getting better doesn’t it?” he asks more to himself than to her.

“I’m not sure ‘interesting’ is the word I would choose.” Bonnie replied before crossing the room toward where she had made the circle not too long ago though as she eyed the puddles of dried up wax wearily she couldn’t for the life of her remember doing it. “I was casting a protection spell,” deep, soulful hues flick back to him. “Or at least I thought I was, this doesn’t look like the ingredients for any protection spell I’ve come across.” She assessed, her eyes reluctantly finding the grimore that was set at the head of the circle.

“Well what would this stuff before used for.” Damon could almost hear the lump she’d forced down. She knew what this sort of spell would be used for; it was relatively the same spell she’d used on Klaus when she put his spirit in Tyler’s body… only it seemed different somehow. Like nothing she’s ever cast before, “Umm.” She stumbled over the truth, refusing to tell him about what she’d done but she could for the life of her come up with another explanation.

Damon tilted his head slightly, intense sapphire pools locked on her neck and the thrumming of her pulse that was now rapping against her chest and neck at an accelerated rate. She was nervous and if he didn’t know any better he would have thought right now she was lying or at least keeping something from him. He wanted to press the issue, he wanted to demand an answer but instead he closed the distance between them reaching for the book.

“Can you not remember?” he questions, offering her an explanation for her weird behavior. She swallowed down another lump before reluctantly looking up at him, his gaze seemingly reading over the spell. It was in Latin, she assumed he couldn’t read it; which was right. He only knew certain things in Latin, all his years and he never stopped to learn it. Inwardly, he cursed himself for his frivolous behavior, grimacing at the words as he recalled, Stefan, would know.

As he knew everything else, he was the studious one. Aside from the 100 years brutally murdering most everyone who stepped in his way, he’d managed to attend and graduate from both high school and college. Damon rolled his cobalt tinted irises before settling them on her. “Well, seems we have some research to do.  Bonnie wasn’t at all excited that he seemed to inclined to help her, knowing that at some point it may very well lead him to the knowledge of her wrong doing.

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER FOUR - REDEMPTION}

Bonnie shook her head again as if to clear it but it seemed to be no use, her eyes held to the shadow of the ghost that claimed her subconscious. The one that tortured her thoughts on a regular basis, She had saved him, kept Klaus on this earth so he could continue his torture and for what? She turned away from Damon’s prying gaze. She felt the full weight of his cerulean hues digging into the back of her head as she not only heard but felt him step forward.

“Look I get it alright, you hate me. I did a lot of bad things,” his words tapered off as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “The most recent of which coming down hard on you,” his words cut off again. Damon rarely apologizes for his misconduct. He’s a vampire, which would always be his excuse. Vampires don’t follow the same rules as humans, that don’t have to. However, lately he’s found that he held far more remorse for his past wrong doings than he ever thought possible.

He lifted a hand to touch her and stopped himself, allowing it to falls weightlessly to his side, “I know how you must hate me and to be honest it’s probably no more than I hate myself.” Bonnie turned abruptly, her coffee tinted hues shooting daggers at him. “Don’t assume you have any idea how I feel Damon!” he took a step back, recalculating his words.

“Alright, fine. I don’t know how you feel but let’s take a walk down memory lane for a minute shall we…” He offered, she crossed her arms, as if allowing him this small consolation. “I lost both my parents too, Stefan killed my father /after/ my father killed me. The woman I managed to love through my seething hatred both chose Stefan… the ‘Good Brother.” He gestured quotations around the words ‘good brother’ for obvious reasons.

Bonnie acknowledged what he was saying and nodded her head as a sign he could go on. “I’m not making excuses for my actions, there are none… but I never intentionally set out to hurt you.” Damon clamped his mouth shut… Bonnie dropped her arms, a deep sigh spilling from her parted lips. “You did it to save her, I know.” She recognized. “I understand why you’ve become the monster that stands before me,” Damon’s fierce gaze cut her off, the word ‘monster’ lighting a fire in him.

“Being what I am doesn’t make me a monster… I know I’ve been one in the past but why is it so impossible for people to look past Stefan’s mistake but refuse to see past my own?” he demands, she purses her lips as if to consider that. “I don’t know.” She answers honestly, he had a point but as it was she would still be more likely to hate them /both/ than to simply accept Damon for who he was.

They both knew that and seemed to come to that realization in the same moment. Damon tosses up his hands, frustration prevalent across her features. “That’s all irrelevant right now,” he admits. “Right now we need to figure out what’s going on with you…” She concedes to that fact, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably as she tries to think over what has happened.

“I can’t remember it all, I went to Caroline’s…” Bonnie looks away, her countenance twisting with confusion. “I don’t know why, she had something I needed, I think.” Amber hues lock with his cobalt irises, “An amulet…Lux lunae”

“Light of the moon…” They both say together.

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER THREE - REDEMPTION}

20 minutes prior:

        Caroline further explained what she thought was going on with Bonnie as they walked out to his car; she insisted that Damon go and see her. Obviously, the blond has gone to her head, assuming he could help but whatever got her to shut up.  He turned back to meet her cobalt hues, “Don’t go blabbing this to anyone else, alright?” Caroline nodded. “I don’t need Elena trying to run off and save people in her current condition.”

         Caroline agreed as he turned to his car, “She can barely save herself at this point.” He mumbled before stepping into the car. He didn’t at all want to deal with this, he didn’t want to even be in the presence of the witch who not only hated him but could very well set his brain ablaze with a wrinkling of her nose. Yet, here he was, traveling the darkened roads of Mystic Falls to confront Glenda herself.

          He stepped up to her door, visions of that fateful night filling his already tortured mind. His fingers gripped Bonnie’s minds skull. His blood dripping from his wrist to her mouth just before the sound of a snapped neck echoed through his head. He flinched noticeably as his hand absentmindedly rose to knock at her door.

Present:

         Bonnie’s words stung, though he would never admit. Damon took a step back, pasting an indifferent look on his features. “You slash me with your words.” Bonnie’s lips were set in a grimace, as she shot daggers from her chocolate hues. Damon noted the look on her face before pulling a hand back; he laid it across her cheek. “Now, none of that!” his words thundered down on her. She touched her hand to her face, glancing up at him.

         Her gaze had returned to normal, he observed a palpable difference in her expression. “What the hell?” She exclaimed, “Damon?” her voice had softened, though still dripped with aggravation though now it was joined by confusion. Damon furrowed his brows, confusion taking his expression as well. He knelt beside her, she scooted away from him. “Why did you hit me?” She glanced around her surrounding, “How did I get home?”

         Damon shook his head as if to make sense of what was going on, “You were about to work your witchy mojo and set fire to my noggin.” He explained, she glanced away, “Damon last I knew I was with Caroline…” she glanced back at him. “I was at her house…” Bonnie stood moving away from him cautiously. “Blondie never mentioned that.” He assessed more to himself than to her. “How long have you been losing time?”

          Bonnie shifted from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable with the question. “The truth, Bonnie.” He demanded, trying to remain calm. “I don’t know, a couple weeks maybe.” She answered her gaze dropping to the floor contemplatively. “But it’s not really like losing time so much as something else sitting in the driver’s seat.” He ran his fingers down his face, “Oh great.”

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER TWO - REDEMPTION}

Bonnie sat on the floor of her room, before her lay her grimore. Open to a certain page, spread in a circle around her and the book were 4 candles. Each one set to symbolize the elements, set in the north, south, east, and west. “Et unam, et adorabunt me. Me elegistis et perficere circulum.” She spoke in a commanding voice. Repeating the words over and over, each time gaining in volume; soon the candle‘s glow grew in strength; lighting the small space as if the sun itself shone in the room.

A moment passed like that, heat emanating from the candle’s lightening Bonnie’s caramel features with an almost iridescent glow.  Soon her chanting stopped, her eyes deepening with an obsidian cloud that took over her entire iris. Her lips set with determination as the fire around her once again grew with intensity.

A knock announced Damon’s presence and Bonnie’s head snapped to the door of her room, instantly the flame tapered before going out completely. Leaving Bonnie in a dark room, smoke rising around her from the candles that had been snuffed out by the interruption; with a frustrated sigh she thrust herself away from the floor and toward the sound that grew louder as she made her way through the house.

She turned the handle and threw the door open, her expression darkened at the sight of who had intruded upon her ritual. “I should have known,” she spoke in a low irritated tone. “What do you want?” Damon stepped over the threshold with no warning. “Evening, witchy,” faced his head toward the stairs sniffing the air. The faint scent of burning candles wafting through the air toward him, “Burning something?”

“Not that it’s any of your business.” She started as he turned back to meet her chestnut irises that just now seemed almost black to him. “It was a protection spell.” She lied; he knew it because as she spoke her heart jumped. He glanced away from him, “What sort of protection?” he inquired. “Something for Elena…” he was surprised to say the least, his sapphire optics flicking back to her. “She’s a vampire now.” He snapped. Bonnie nodded, “I’m aware of that, but if Rebekah figures that out she might still be in danger.”

Damon took a step further into her house, perturbed by the subject at hand, though a lie on her part, it still bothered him. “She’s long gone by now, though I’m sure Elena appreciates your help.” He turns toward her, Bonnie flinched under his stare. She wasn’t sure why she lied, she wasn’t even sure why she was doing the spell that she was doing. It’s as if lately something else was controlling her actions.

Damon watched Bonnie closely, he expression changing under his scrutiny. “Looked I don’t know what you’re doing here, Bonnie, but the last thing we need around here is a rogue witch.” He condemned her with his words. Anger lit her features, “Really, is /that/ the last thing we need around?” inwardly, she cursed herself for what she had done… Her actions saved him, saved Damon and the rest of the vampires that roamed the earth feeding on humans.

She clinched her fists together; knowing that had she not her mother would also be dead. “I don’t think I need a lecture about what I should and shouldn’t be doing…” She narrowed her deep hues on him. “Least of all from a murder like you.” 

FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER ONE - REDEMPTION}

A soft but persistent knock sounds at the door that leads into the Salvatore mansion. Caroline stands outside the cool air doing nothing for her irritation; she lifts her hand to knock again this time louder as she bounces on her heels. She raises her hand to the door once more to knock just when a man’s voice hollers from behind it. “Keeps your pants on,” he says as he grips the knob and jerks it open. A smile plays on his smooth lines, twisting to one side as he spots her. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Blondie?” he inquires. Caroline pushes past him, a huff of air spilling past her lips exasperatedly. “This isn’t a social call Damon, loose the grin…”

Damon releases a breath, his smile falter slightly as he closes the door behind her. “Hello to you too, Caroline,” He starts toward her. “What’s this about?” she turns to look at him, after scanning the room. “Is anyone else here?” She asks. Damon shakes his head, his raven locks falling carelessly over his forehead as he does. “Nope, Stefan is off tending to princess neurotic vamp.” He replies, his voice dripping lightly with disdain. “Good, I need your help…”

Damon pulls in a breath, crossing the diminutive space between him and the bottle of bourbon that sat on a table behind the couch in the study. He plucks the cap from it before turning back to her. “Alright, who’s on a murder spree now?” He demands indifferently. Caroline crosses her arms over her chest, the look on her features showing that she was in no mood for his sarcasm. “This is serious, Damon. Could you for two seconds drop the ‘tude and pay attention?”

He pursed his lips before lifting the bottle to meet them; he takes in a generous swig of the numbing liquid before nodding his head solemnly. “Alright, you have me attention.” Caroline nods, “It’s about Bonnie, I just came from her house and she’s definitely seen better days.” The second she started to explain Damon’s expression hardened. The thought of Bonnie causing his stomach to turn; the last he saw her she wasn’t at all happy with him.

He had killed her mother; he couldn’t blame her for hating him. Most days he hated himself for all that he’d done to her and Elena… Pretty much everything he’d done his whole life. The last thing he really wanted to deal with now was her going insane for whatever reason; she’d likely take out her rage on him. Caroline tapped her foot, bringing him out of his inner tirade, “Are you listening?” Inwardly, Damon shook off the thoughts. “I was, sort of.” She rolled her eyes at his response.

“Alright, let me explain it again. She was doing some sort of spell.” She began again, “And it seems she’s doing a lot of magic lately… that’s probably not good for her.” She rambled. “Anyway, She started bleeding from her nose like she always does but this time it was couple with a headache and not like a ‘I got drunk last night and now I’m hung-over type of headache’ you know?”

                              “Seldom if ever.” He answered, earning a huff from Caroline who instead of responding to his comment continued. “Anyway, it was bad and she didn’t come out of it for a while like an hour later. That’s when she yelled at me… Practically ordered me to leave,” she said, her expression aghast like heaven forbid anyone talk to her like that. “Maybe the witch is just PMS’ing… aren’t you all like on the same cycle now?” Caroline rolled her eyes, growing impatient with Damon’s sullenness.

She stepped forward, invading Damon’s space, he glance down at her as she gripped his collar. “Look, I’m serious okay! She needs our help and there is no one else I can go to…with Stefan off helping Elena and all that.” Damon pressed his lips together, taking Caroline’s hands in his before removing them from his shirt. He straightened out his collar, “Alright, fine. What do you want me to do?”