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.”
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