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.
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