#bamon1994

“ Don’t get comfortable. It’s only because I’m dying that you’re driving. But then again, if I succeed in slipping away this time you should have the Camaro.”

“Stop talking Damon. Dying is my thing why would you try and outdo me?!”

Half shut piercing eyes peer over at the little witch as she drives like a woman on fire or more so like Cruella Deville with a car full of Dalmatian puppy’s. Her voice weaves into his fragile conscience and he laughs at her then winces. Glassy blue orbs squint as his body is wracked with pain.

“You would make me laugh by being offended that I can die better than you.”

Her own green cat-like eyes pull from the road briefly so she can show him true Bennett conviction.

“You’re not dying today!”

“Is that so,” he says with a grimacing smirk “and why is that, because the mighty Bonnie Bennett witch extraordinaire says it’s so?” It’s a traditional Damon taunt filled with cocky bravado before horrifying wet coughs rattle his body.

“ Because it’s May 10th Damon, it’s our day. Nothing and no one beats us on our day.” Determination and fear make her voice waiver.

The lanky vampire gives an argumentative snort. As his eyes close a trickle of blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth.

“Hey! Wake up! Don’t go bleeding on my new ride. It will never come out of the upholstery.” When he doesn’t respond she tries again. “I’m tired of saving you. We keep doing this rescue eachother dance. At least help me out this time Damon open your eyes.”

He stays deathly quiet. “Don’t make me hit you with my witchy Juju. Are you asking to be set on fire? It’s been a while now, how about an aneurysm?”

When no snark falls from his unrepentant lips Bonnie pulls off to the shoulder of the road, parks the car, disables her seatbelt and crawls over to him. His breathing is shallow and he is completely unresponsive. Her heart sinks. When her cell phone goes off in the silence of her lament it startled her. She manages to fumble the call to accept after acknowledging that it’s Stefan. She’s babbling incoherently before he can even speak.

“ You need to calm down. Where are you?”

Bonnie glances up and looks around wildly. “We are still about four hours outside of New Orleans. We won’t make it to Klaus Stefan.” she whispers brokenly.

“I know. Good thing for you that Caroline, Rick and I found an alternative.”

“I’m listening, I just hope there is a way I can get him close to someone with a cure in enough time. He is unconscious and barely breathing.”

“ Lucky for us my brother renewed his friendship with the last true line of Qetsiyah, he needs a strong dose of Bennett blood.”

“ Are you joking with me right now?” She practically yells into the phone.

“ No. Bonnie I realize you have an issue with vampires and having your blood t…”

“Got to go Stefan. I’ll have you’re brother call you.” The phone was launched into the back seat before she climbed up to stradle Damon’s lap.

“Okay, here we go.” Grabbing an ink pen from her abandoned purse she made gouging cut in her wrist and pressed it to his mouth. He showed no sign of swallowing on his own so she began massaging his throat. She cussed him, shook him, and griped at him; all the while her wrist never leaving his mouth.

Bonnie’s forehead was pressed to his leather clad shoulder as she let the tears pour out over him. A flutter against the ravaged sensitive skin makes her sit straight up. Emerald sea and ice sky lock in an unwavering stare battle as he drinks from her. Color returns to his face; cheeks flush pink with new life. While he supped from her crimson gift of life one of his hands holds her arm gently while the other finds its way to her face to gingerly swipe away the tears that had run freely. Not reaching his fill but feeling much more himself he plucked her flesh from between his lips and presses a sweet kiss to her palm right below her injured skin. She gives him a watery smile.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you die on our day.” She said around a sniff.

Damon issues a condescending twist of the lips. “Yeah well, you manage to pull it off with two minutes to spare. Its 11:58. At this point we might as well say May 11th is our day too.” Then he did something a little different than normal, using a sharp canine he rips open the thick pad of his thumb and lays it across her bottom lip. When she didn’t comply immediately he rubbed the digit back and forth along her Cupid’s bow seeking entrance then hisses with delight when she slips it in and strokes it with her tongue.

with vampcakes, may 10th nostalgia, ms cuddles and the goddamned letter thrown into a one shot all signs point to fluff!! but lol jokes on u its super angsty because apparently i hate joy, whoops

Holding the spatula in one hand and staring down at the calendar in front of her, Bonnie flipped through the past months, a dedicated uniform X carefully drawn through each day. Turning back to the current month, she crossed out the today’s date.

May 10th.

Bonnie flipped the pancakes bubbling on the stove and pulled the plate closer to the pan to slide the finished product onto it. In front of her sat various bowls of fruit and syrups and after a brief moment of consideration, she grabbed the can of whipped cream and a handful of blueberries to carefully decorate this particular breakfast.

A smiling vampcake stared up at her. She couldn’t bring herself to smile back. “Alright pancake, time to work your magic.”

Enzo watched Bonnie from the doorway of the Salvatore kitchen and gently held her elbow on her way out with the plate.

“He’s not in there, love.” She pulled her arm out of his loose grip. “No one would blame you for walking away. It’s been ten months.”

Annoyance flushed in her chest. “He’ll break through. I’m not giving up on him yet.”

“His heroics in the woods for you was admirable. But the man who was willing to die to pull you back from the brink, the man who walked into that vault exposing himself to the darkness to give us time to sever you from the Everlasting, the man we knew is not in there anymore. He saved my life too, Bonnie,” Enzo added quietly.

“And you plan to repay him by giving up on him entirely,” she said, her words slipping out harsher than she’d intended. “Damon’s not gone.”

“Just because he finally did right by us doesn’t mean we have to devote ourselves to the shell of the person we once knew for the rest of our lives. Stefan has already said his piece. It might be time to consider saying our goodbyes as well,” he said. “You saw what happened to Alex.”

“Damon isn’t Alex,” Bonnie said roughly, walking past him to the steps leading to the basement. “I’ll see you later, Enzo.”

Pushing his words out of her mind, Bonnie approached the locked door and hovered outside. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck, mentally preparing herself before slipping inside.

He was right where she’d left him. His arms hung limply in chains above his head and his chin rested on his chest, hair covering his eyes.

“I made breakfast,” Bonnie said and laid the plate in front of him. She dragged the chair from beside the door and sat backwards on it, facing him.

His head lifted slightly revealing his eyes from beneath his unkempt hair. They still looked like Damon’s eyes. Technically they still were. But somehow it wasn’t Damon staring back at her.