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.”