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.”