Hi! I don't know if you still do these but I was wondering if you have read this bamon fanfic where Elena sees Bonnie and Damon dancing ( pretty sure the fanfic was a one shot and set after Bonnie and Damon made it out the prison world ) to the song ' What A Man ' by Salt N Pepa. I read it a while ago but can't seem to find that fanfic anywhere or remember the name of it
Hi Anon!
I haven't, but I'mma sure as hell look for it! You had me at Bamon dancing and 'What A Man'! Sounds amazing! I'll definitely post if I find it. =)
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bonnie being healed the old fashioned way by damon (bandages for cuts) please
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Bonnie hadn’t noticed, let alone felt, the red ribbon of blood trailing down her arm but when she saw Damon’s disquieted facial expression, she could also feel her cut’s sting.
There she stood stock still, after wincing, like a wide-eyed deer glued to the road and she thought to herself that if Damon was the car, hopefully he’d have enough self restraint to slow down.
Because dying in the boardinghouse kitchen during 1994 at the hands of a very hungry vampire did not seem appealing.
Maybe if she weren’t so clumsy, her tombstone would read, maybe if she kept her distance, maybe if she saved herself first.
Maybe.
But despite his fangs dropping and his eyes turning black, he made no sudden movements.
The recognition of that helped Bonnie breathe just a tiny bit better.
She knew this was hard for him, Damon had been tearing into blood bags like nobody’s business though she hadn’t said anything- they were both dealing with the deep, dark, desolation of forever without the people they loved in different ways. Bonnie developed a bucket list to manifest a glimmer of hope, and Damon, well Damon had alcohol.
And he was watching her arm like she was pouring a bottle of whisky down the drain.
“I’m sorry!” It was a knee jerk reaction.
A moment of silence ensued before he spoke up. His gaze following the contours of blood on her arm.
“Do you know why witch’s blood is so good?” He possessed a strange, ominous look in his eyes. She stayed silent, secretly attempting to strike him with an aneurysm but… no dice.
“Because it tastes like magic.” He concluded.
Damon made the first move of stepping toward her. Another step and another until he backed her into the counter, her heart rate spiked, her stomach dropped, but her eyes held his with gallantry. If he was going to kill her, she wouldn’t go without a fight.
He lowered his eyes to her mouth and gave her a half smile. “There’s my witchy.” Then, he simply tore off a paper towel from over her shoulder, walked over to the sink to wet it and dabbed at her cut. The dynamic between them was shifting and although it was just plain odd, she was slowly but surely coming to terms with the fact that they were actually, kinda sorta, good friends.
Underneath those feelings was something else. Perhaps it was embarrassment that her heart ached a little with how gentle he was caring for her, how lightly he pressed the damp towel to her skin. Plus she was close enough to notice even the smallest details; Damon with his perfect features, alarmingly dark hair and lashes so long that it was unfair, she was at flaw-detecting proximity but he had none. How rude. His fangs were still present like little sharp reminders that he was as deadly as he was stunning.
Some of her blood managed to redden his fingers, she didn’t expect him to pop them in his mouth but he did, then closed his eyes momentarily to be completely taken by the flavor. “There’s that magic.” He hummed.
Desire was sitting on her shoulder, speaking French into her ear so it was hard to understand. But the feelings she felt were so uncomfortable, she had to push them back up. If they went any further down, Damon would notice.
The burn of alcohol in her wound helped clear her mind, alongside the rush of oxygen she inhaled only to push back out when Damon made eye contact again. “Your skin is hot. You okay?” He asked, after sticking a bandaid on her.
She didn’t bother to answer, “Why didn’t you… you know? Heal me with your blood?”
“Why? Did you want me inside of you?” He lifted his brows suggestively with a smirk on his lips. “Because we can have that arranged.”
“Of course not,” she snapped.
Damon squinted. “I didn’t want to give you my blood because I didn’t need a judgy tirade. I mean, it’s obvious you were scared I might eat you alive.”
“No, I wasn’t!”
“Please, you were shaking in your little witchy boots.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s okay, you’re cute when you’re scared.”
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her breast.
“But i like you best when you’re combative. Really gets the blood going,” he winked.
“Yuck.”
“Just think about it, what if that was the one thing that could get us out of here? Or what if it helps you access your powers again? I think it’s worth a shot.” He smiled wide. “The vampire and the witch battle it out… in the bedroom. Who will tap out first?”
The image of Damon sucking his fingers rudely flashed back into her head, reminding Bonnie that even theoretically she probably didn’t stand a chance against him.
“Were you always this-“
“Horny? Yes.”
“-annoying? I’m sure Elena would love this conversation.”
“Great thinking, Bon Bon. We can make it a threesome. The more the merrier.”
There was a lightness in the air due to the jokes and Damon’s expected innuendo but Bonnie couldn’t stop her mind from wondering how heavy Damon’s body weight would feel against her own.
She’d find herself pondering whether or not the charged sensation in the air would electrify in a smaller space. She’d imagine him making her submit. She’d remember Damon’s fingers in his mouth but for entirely different reasons and then the shame would catch up with her.
Bonnie tried to mitigate her sexual frustration on her own but it only grew worse. It was hard for her to focus on anything, especially those damned crossword puzzles; Damon had planted the thought and she couldn’t escape it, which was probably his plan all along.
“Damon?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m like-“
“Criminally lusty? I know.”
Her mouth dropped, “I wasn’t even gonna say that!”
“Oh. My b.”
“What? How-“
“I can smell it all over you, Bon Bon. Those pheromones are delicious.”
“Right.”
“Yeah. Wanna do something about it?”
“No. And definitely not with you.”
“You’re lying,” he singsonged, “ give me something, Bon. Let me help us both out.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Just a hug. So I can remember what another body feels like besides my own.”
He led her closer by her elbows slowly before wrapping her arms around his waist. “Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget you’re the size of an elf.” He mumbled, chin resting on the top of her head.
“Just close your mouth so I can forget it’s you.”
Damon’s smile was wide enough to crinkle his eyes, he shifted his head to bury into the crook of her neck and shoulder, with his sight lingering on the expanse of Bonnie’s back.
Backless Braless Bonnie, he approved.
His fingertips danced up and down her spine, down her tail bone before traipsing back up. Goosebumps rose. She pressed herself against him, a little firmer, distinct enough to feel her breast against him. The prick of her nipples through the thin fabric.
This prison world gave him enough time to slow down, drink Bonnie in. Notice the little things about her and the appeal it carried; the weight of her voice dropping like blood in a glass of water. Or the muted green of her eyes. Her scent. She was always so pent up before but she was slowly releasing it. Just like the backs of her shirt, just like the bras. It was a beautiful thing.
Damon held her tighter, fought off the urge to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist because he didn’t want to scare her more than he already had today. She was someone he had to be gentle with, he had to remind himself. She was his best friend.
He started to pull away lightly, relishing in the feel of her arm’s reluctance to let go of him. There was a few feet of space between them and yards of silence. Bonnie wide-eyed, staring up at him, the very essence of a girl he could never ruin no matter how bad he wanted to. Her cheeks red. He swore she never looked more alive.
Bonnie exhaled.
“Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t deny you.” Damon said, offering himself up on a platter, his fingers crossed Bonnie would bite. “Anything you want. I swear.”
She nodded. “…The hugging was nice.”
And so they did. But things were tighter, they were closer, and the dynamic had shifted again.
May 10th, 1994. Damon and Bonnie have been walking for a while, trying to find their home. Something is off, they know they’re standing exactly where it should be, but it’s gone.
DAMON: Maybe it’s the cloaking spell?
BONNIE: I would be able to see it. I don’t think it worked.
DAMON: But the spell artifacts were gone, Bon. We’re definitely not in 2009 anymore.
BONNIE: There’s only one way to find out. Up for some cloaked walk-around town?
DAMON: Always!
They walk into town, it’s eerily familiar. Judging from the cars and people’s attire, they are now pretty certain when they are. Question is, why?
DAMON: Now we know what it was like with people around. Liked it better when it was just us.
BONNIE: Look on the bright side, were this the prison world, we’d have to deal with Kai to be able to get out.
DAMON: Mr. jam fingers, no thanks!
BONNIE: I must’ve missed something. Why would it take us to 1994?
DAMON: Didn’t you say you saw flashes of the prison world when you were doing the spell?
BONNIE: But wouldn’t it have taken us to the prison world?
DAMON: Guessing prison worlds aren’t part of the time-space realm; maybe that’s why it took us to the closest thing.
BONNIE: Or maybe there’s another reason why we’re here.
DAMON: Don’t suppose that would involve hitting a Boyz II Men concert?
BONNIE: (Smiles) Who knows, maybe it does.
They continue to walk, someone approaches…
STEFAN: Damon?
DAMON: (Knowing that voice perfectly well, turns around in a bit of a panic) Stefan? (Whispers to Bonnie) I thought we were cloaked.
BONNIE: (Whispers back) So did I.
STEFAN: What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to stay at the house?
DAMON: Oh, yeah, about that… I changed my mind.
STEFAN: (Looks at Bonnie, concerned. Although Damon promised him he was on the right path, he knows his brother all too well) Damon…
DAMON: What? It’s not what you’re thinking.
STEFAN: (Condescending) Couldn’t even give it an honest try, huh? I swear, Damon; if you as much as get one fang near her…
DAMON: Jesus, Stefan! You always go to the darkest place! I’m not going to eat her! I love her!
STEFAN: You what now?
DAMON: Bon, tell him we’re in love.
BONNIE: (Nervous) Sure! Practically Romeo and Juliet! Without the suicide part.
STEFAN: (Still suspicious) You seem like a nice person, so let me give you some advice; stay away from him.
(As soon as Damon sees the opportunity of a minor distraction, he snaps Stefan’s neck).
BONNIE: Was that really necessary?
DAMON: He was asking too many questions, Bon! Damage control.
BONNIE: And what do you suggest we do with him now?
DAMON: Take him deep into the woods, tie him-up, vervain his ass. Least ‘till we figure out why we’re here, and how to get out.
BONNIE: You know, I could’ve just cast a forgetting spell on him.
DAMON: Oopsies, forgot about those...
Well, what’s done is done, better get him to the woods before he wakes up (he picks Stefan up and puts him on his back; suddenly, they hear a voice).
VOICE: You’re not supposed to be here… (A woman, wearing a black hooded tunic walks towards them. When she reaches them, she takes the hoodie off, revealing her face).
BONNIE: Who are you?
WOMAN: You’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I suggest you figure out why you are here, and be gone before it’s too late.
DAMON: Too late for what?
WOMAN: Time is not to be tampered with. You should know better, Bonnie. You are the Alpha and the Omega. It chose you for a reason.
BONNIE: ‘Kay, lady, you’re freakin’ me out. Who the hell are you?
WOMAN: I’ve already answered that question.
BONNIE: Don’t make me spell it out of you...
WOMAN: (Smirks) You can try, but your powers won’t work on me. In fact, they won’t work while I’m around, period.
DAMON: I’m feeling really tempted to snatch a bite…
WOMAN: As I said, it won’t work; check your fangs (Damon tries to go into vamp mode, nothing). I told you so… Oh, and your brother is about to wake. I strongly suggest you don’t snap his neck this time; unless your intent is to kill him.
BONNIE: Okay, you’ve proved your point. If you won’t tell us who you are, can you at least tell us what you want?
WOMAN: I’ve already answered that question.
DAMON: We’ve had our fair-share of bitchiness for one time jump, get to the point, Bellamatrix.
WOMAN: My name is Atropos, ignorant fool.
DAMON: Aha! See how easy it was to get that out of you!? (Turns to Bonnie) Now we have a name. (Stefan starts to wake up, Damon puts him on the floor, he looks very confused) Hey, buddy! You had a little bit too much to drink; don’t worry, I’ll get you home.
STEFAN: (Holding his head, baffled) What?
ATROPOS: I will give you one day to find your way back, or I’ll have no choice but to take care of this on my own.
BONNIE: Do you know why it sent us here?
ATROPOS: Perhaps it has something to do with the date.
BONNIE: 1994?
ATROPOS: The date, dear. May 10th, 1994. “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
(She puts her hoodie back on, walks away, and disappears into the fog).
BONNIE: Just when things couldn’t get any trippier, the Lady in Black comes along.
STEFAN: (Still looking very confused) Damon, what’s going on? Why are we here? Who the heck was that?
DAMON: Bon…
BONNIE: On it (she performs a forgetting spell, erasing Stefan’s memories of the encounter. Damon grabs her hand, they vamp away).
Cut to – Mystic Falls, present day, the Powell mansion dungeon. Darius keeps trying to reach Bonnie with no luck. He senses something isn’t right, he should’ve been able to reach her by now. Where is she? Time is running out.
VOICE: How long until you give it up and get us out of this hell-hole?
DARIUS: I can’t even sense her. I think she might have jumped.
VOICE: Jumped? From what? And even if she did, she would be fine. She can’t die.
DARIUS: As in time, idiot. And she can.
VOICE: (Sarcastic) Mood swing, incoming! Anyway, so what if she jumped, (mocking) in time.
DARIUS: If the timeline is altered, that changes everything…
VOICE: Oh, you don’t say! And you call me an idiot?
DARIUS: Maybe it’s not such a bad thing we die; if that’s the only way for me to get rid of you.
VOICE: Aw, that hurts my feelings. But don’t go suicidal on me. I’ll shut up now; let you continue your thing.
DARIUS: (Grins) Works every time (starts chanting, his eyes turn white).
Cut to – Munich, Germany. After some digging, Sam and Alex have finally found where Elena is being kept. They’ve come up with what they think is the perfect plan to break her out. Sam, who a couple of days back managed to kidnap one of the military guys, take his uniform, ID, and access card; is now ready to make his move. Alex, waiting outside in an escape car. Sam walks into the lab’s corridor, holding a tray.
MILITARY MAN: Thought her meal was scheduled for 2pm?
SAM: General said she had to skip breakfast for some tests; guess that’s why they sent it in early.
MILITARY MAN: Haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?
SAM: No, just reassigned. Was stationed at the Arts Faculty. Have to say, that was a bore.
MILITARY MAN: You’ll get plenty of action here.
SAM: That’s the only reason I joined the military.
MILITARY MAN: That makes two of us. Just a heads up before you go inside, she might be cute, but she’s crazy as fuck.
SAM: (Smirks) Just my type (as he is about to walk into the isolation room…)
MILITARY MAN: Yo, man! Don’t forget your gear (points to a cabinet with biohazard suits). Did they even brief you?
SAM: Not really.
MILITARY MAN: They got some nerve. Anyway, you don’t want to go inside without one; trust me.
SAM: Seems excessive.
MILITARY MAN: Doctors say she has some weird disease. Better safe than sorry.
SAM: What disease?
MILITARY MAN: Do I look like a Doctor? No idea, I just know it ain’t good. I know they don’t give a fuck about us; but assigning you to this mission, without a brief or warning of the potential dangers, is really fucked up.
SAM: Thanks for the heads-up.
MILITARY MAN: Anytime, man, we low ranks need to stick together!
SAM: No doubt. (He goes into the isolation room, is shocked and disgusted at the sight. Elena? (She’s unresponsive; he puts the tray aside and knocks on the glass) Elena? (She starts to react, clearly has been put on some heavy drugs). Elena?
ELENA: I’m not hungry, you can leave.
SAM: Elena, it’s me, Sam.
ELENA: Great; you’re part of this too; it figures. Where’s my dad? It’s been days since he’s come to see me. What did they do to him?
SAM: They really did a number on you. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of here.
ELENA: If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that (starts laughing uncontrollably). I get it now! I’m the Mary Sue!! (Keeps laughing and rambling) Or one of those creepy porcelain dolls! Aw, poor Elena, she’s too weak and fragile to protect herself! No shit! Just ask Bonnie how many times she has had to save my ass! Or Stefan, or Damon!! Hell, even Matt! And, here we go again. In-comes my knight in shining armor to save the pathetic damsel in distress! Actually, now that I think about it, I’m nothing like a Mary Sue! Ha, couldn’t even get that one right!
SAM: Elena, stop.
ELENA: Do yourself a favor and stay as far away from me as possible.
SAM: You can stay here and whine about being these people’s lab rat. Or, you can cut the crap and self-pity rant, get your ass up, and fight.
ELENA: Oh, no you didn’t.
SAM: Oh, yes I did. So, what you gonna do about it?
ELENA: (She gets up, stumbles a bit, she is after all, quite drugged up, but fights hard to keep her balance) No one tells me what to do. So, I’m gonna get us the hell out of here, just to prove my point.
SAM: (Smiles) Ahh, now that’s the girl I fell in love with! Might not remember, but I’m pretty sure that feistiness had something to do with it.
ELENA: I know I’m high, but you’re not making any sense.
SAM: I’ll explain everything once we’re out of here, and whatever they gave you is out of your system.
ELENA: Well, after the shit they’ve put me through, I’ll take any alternative, as long as I get out of here.
SAM: About that… How comfortable are you with drugging someone (shows her a syringe)?
ELENA: At this point, very. But what about the CCTV cameras?
SAM: That’s been taken care of, but we need to move fast.
Cut to – Mystic Falls, May 10th, 1994. Bonnie and Damon are in the middle of the woods, trying to figure out how they can go back home.
BONNIE: Damon, we’ve been sitting here for a while. I think we both know what this is about. It’s your chance to make amends, confront your demons. You might not be able to change what happens, but you can try to make some peace with it.
DAMON: How am I supposed to do that, Bon? Just show up and say: Hey, sorry I killed you?
BONNIE: Maybe not exactly that, but something along those lines.
DAMON: Do you really think that’s why it brought us here?
BONNIE: Why else would it?
DAMON: (Teasing) Boyz II Men concert?
BONNIE: (Smiles and kisses him) You’ll be fine; just be honest and speak from the heart.
DAMON: Come with me?
BONNIE: Of course, I’ll be right by your side. But when that moment comes, you know you have to do it on your own.
DAMON: I know… (kisses her). I didn’t believe in redemption until I fell in love with you.
BONNIE: What a coincidence, neither did I (smiles). ‘Kay, better get going, we want to get there before… well, you know.
Cut to – Augustus’s underground facility, SA Connelly’s office.
PIETRO: Are you sure?
SA CONELLY: Positive. That’s definitely not Darius.
PIETRO: Then who do you suppose he is? His evil twin brother?
SA CONELLY: Ha, funny. You’ve seen what they can do, it’s probably some sort of illusion.
PIETRO: The only ones we know that can do that, are Darius; who would gain nothing at making an illusion of himself. Bonnie; who is MIA, and wouldn’t stand having to think of him to do it. Aletheia; who I would sense immediately, if it were her. And Veritas, who is an ocean away. Excuse me if I find your theory quite far-fetched. It is Darius; he’s just moody because he hasn’t been able to find Bonnie.
SA CONELLY: I’m pretty sure Little Edward was on to something. Maybe it is Edward.
PIETRO: (Laughs) He might be the miracle child, but he doesn’t have the power to do that.
SA CONELLY: Maybe so, but he does have the power to make someone do it.
PIETRO: Love, I think the lack of sleep and amount of stress is getting to you. Try to take it down a notch, get some rest, unwind, even have a little fun.
SA CONELLY: Don’t call me “love” again, unless you want your ass kicked.
PIETRO: Calm down, Agent. I’m only trying to be a good friend.
SA CONELLY: I don’t have friends.
PIETRO: (Mocking) Maybe that’s the problem.
SA CONELLY: Fine, if you’re not going to take me seriously, I’ll figure this out on my own.
PIETRO: For someone so cold-hearted, you can be very dramatic at times. Especially when it involves Darius. Perhaps there’s something there to analyze.
SA CONELLY: (Rolls her eyes) Don’t come crying to me if the shit hits the fan (she walks away).
Cut to – The Salvatore school. Katherine is giving her students a lecture on what she likes to call, “the art of seducing your way out of trouble”. Iker walks in.
KATHERINE: Exhibit A, kids (winks).
IKER: Hey, I need you.
KATHERINE: (To her students, teasing) Of course, there’re some consequences to being so irresistible, people can become obsessed.
IKER: No time for flirty-snarky back n’ forth. I need you, now.
KATHERINE: Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a class?! I’ll come find you when I’m done.
IKER: This can’t wait.
KATHERINE: (Rolls her eyes) Fine, but you really need to move on. I told you, that was a onetime thing.
IKER: Funny play on words.
KATHERINE: (To her students) Don’t think you’re off the hook. Next class, quiz on “Dracula”. The book, not the movie! (They step out).
IKER: Dracula? Seriously? Could it be any more cliché!
KATHERINE: It’s a great piece of literary work, and I’m a fan of Keanu.
IKER: Thought you said the book, not the movie.
KATHERINE: I know my people. Anyway, what’s this about? I really love that class, so it better be good.
IKER: It’s the vamp kid.
KATHERINE: Who’s class was it now?
IKER: That was nothing compared to this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.
KATHERINE: That’s because you’ve never met ripper Stefan. I’ll take care of it.
IKER: I knew I was recruiting the right vamp.
KATHERINE: I don’t do anything for free. This is going to cost you a luxurious spa day.
IKER: How ‘bout a nice dinner instead?
KATHERINE: Nop, you had your chance. You said you only wanted to be friends, so that’s what we are.
IKER: Do you always take things so literally?
KATHERINE: I believe in the power of words. Next time, choose them wisely.
Now, where is he?
Cut to – Mystic Falls, May 10th, 1994, the Salvatore mansion. Bonnie cloaks their way into the shed, where past Damon is being held.
BONNIE: Perfect timing! Looks like Stefan did half of the work. I’ll make sure your past self stays put. Go do your thing.
DAMON: I’m not sure I’m comfortable leaving you alone with him.
BONNIE: First of all, he can’t see me. Second, he’s knocked out. Third, I’ll kick your ass if you try anything.
DAMON: Okay, wish me luck (kisses her and vamps out. Soon after, Damon awakens. He lifts his head to see Stefan leaning against the doorway, groans).
STEFAN: So, here's what I don't get, Damon. Why'd you insinuate yourself back into my life and then cheat, and lie, and break all the rules?
DAMON: Well, one, because I knew you'd be mad. Believe it or not, I like being here, Stefan. (Damon stands up and staggers toward Stefan, but when he comes into contact with the daylight, his hand starts to burn).
DAMON: OW! Ahhh!
STEFAN: You get your daylight ring back when you decide to behave. Now, answer my question: Why did you come back here?
DAMON: Because I missed my brother. I want to have a connection to my humanity, Stefan. I wanted to feel something again. And when I decided to come back home, it all came rushing back, just like I hoped it would.
STEFAN: Oh, congrats. Now what?
DAMON: Come on, man. Let's just hit the road, you and me, huh? I'll let you drive my car, I'll get you off this vegan diet, teach you how to feed again. It'll be great, Stef. Huh? What do you say? Come on! Trust me.
STEFAN: Yeah, I can imagine a road trip with you. I can imagine you feeding on innocent people and, uh, leaving a trail of bodies behind. I can imagine you making me drink human blood, and laughing at me while I suffer.
DAMON: (Rolls his eyes) Way to be an optimist, Stefan.
STEFAN: Just looking at the facts, Damon. 1912, you convinced me to drink human blood again, which is why I became a Ripper. In 1942, you almost pushed me off the rails again because you were so damn needy. 1977, you left my best friend to die after I sent her to come help you. And now, I'm finally happy. I have a new life, I'm doing well, and, uh, you just can't handle that, can you, Damon?
DAMON: I'm not trying to screw up your dumb new life.
STEFAN: You don't have to try, Damon. All you have to do is exist. Because no matter what I do or where I go, you will be with me forever, trying to destroy every single thing that I've built. I don't know why I thought this time would be any different. I wanted it to be different. You just keep failing.
DAMON: Guess that's a no on the road trip, huh?
STEFAN: That's a no on the road trip (leaves).
DAMON: (To himself) I wanted it to be different too, brother. But no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough.
(He turns around, sees something he definitely was not expecting) Who the hell are you?
BONNIE: (Uneasy) You can see me? How is that possible?
DAMON: Uhm, I have eyes.
BONNIE: Shit! Not again. Where are you?!
DAMON: Are you on drugs? I’m right in front of you, and not in the best of moods, so I suggest you leave before I tear into that pretty little neck of yours.
BONNIE: Please, leave. I need to be able to use my powers. This is why we are here. We’ll leave after it’s done; I promise.
DAMON: Not sure what you’re on, but don’t think I won’t act just because you’re hot. Matter a fact, it’s making it even more tempting…
BONNIE: (Tries to use her powers, hoping Atropos has listened to her and left, but it’s not the case) Shit! Shit! (Head messages Damon) Damon, mayday, mayday! Your past self is awake, hungry, and real moody! Atropos is somewhere around here, so no powers at the moment!
DAMON: Whoa! How the hell did that happen?!
BONNIE: What? What are you talking about?
DAMON: Your voice, I heard your voice in my head! What are you, some kind of witch?
BONNIE: (To herself) Oh, no, this isn’t good…
(Trying to head message Damon again) Damon? Damon! Can you hear me? I need help!
DAMON: No need for the witchy woo, I can hear you loud and clear! And you are right about one thing, you do need help… (He tries to go into vamp mode but is unsuccessful) What the hell is going on?! (Grabs her by the shoulders) What are you doing to me??!!
BONNIE: ‘Kay, I’mma have to do this the old fashioned way. Sorry about this… (kicks him in the privates, he falls to the ground holding his parts).
DAMON: AW!!! You witch!
BONNIE: (To Atropos) Where are you? Why are you doing this? (She keeps trying to use her powers but has no luck. Damon begins to reincorporate himself) I won’t be able to hold him back much longer… Come on, Damon, come back.
DAMON: Oh, I’m back alright, and you’re in a whole lot of trouble…
Cut to - Present day, the Grill. Klaus is binge drinking, pissed at his family for not supporting his action plan, and babbling to himself about going forward with it. Tyler walks in; orders a shot and sits next to him.
TYLER: What you babbling about this time?
KLAUS: I’m not in the mood, wolf-boy.
TYLER: You know, for the longest time, I hated you. Like really, really hated you. I’m talking gut-wrenching, vomit-inducing, bile loathe hating. I didn’t even know it was possible to hate someone that much. And it wasn’t because of what you turned me into; but for what you took from me.
KLAUS: If you came here for a therapy session, I suggest you find someone who cares.
TYLER: (Snarky smile) You’re so full of shit, Klaus. How long have you been around? And you’re still pulling your tantrums? Have you not learned anything over the centuries?
KLAUS: I’m warning you, Lockwood; leave!
TYLER: Ooh, I’m so scared! The big bad Klaus is getting mad!
KLAUS: (Grabs him by the neck) Don’t make me make you an example to prove that people never change.
TYLER: (Sarcastic) Lovely father lesson to teach Hope.
KLAUS: (Lets him go; very irritated) You think you know me? What I’m capable of? Do you have any idea the evil that bred me? And you, for that matter?!
TYLER: Yeah, I heard. So what? Can’t believe the almighty Klaus would let his origin story define who he was. Hate ‘n all, I thought you were stronger than that.
KLAUS: (Stays silent for a moment, then brings his guard down) How do I sleep at night?
TYLER: You’re not Veritas. Our existence and survival may depend on him, but that doesn’t mean he gets to define who we are.
KLAUS: Why are you trying to help me? Why do you even care?
TYLER: Well, I had a lot of thinking time when I was dead, guess I learned to let go.
KLAUS: How can you say that. I killed your mother.
TYLER: Let’s not go there; that was a long time ago.
KLAUS: No; let’s. I’ve never had the courage to face you. So, I will start by owning up to my mistakes, and take responsibility. I know words are meaningless after the fact, and I was a monster; I still am, but I have dammed that beast. Tyler Lockwood, for everything that I have put you through, I am sincerely sorry.
TYLER: And I believe that you are, but I’m not going to pretend I could ever forgive you. I can’t. All I can say is that the only reason I’m willing to try, is because I know she found peace.
KLAUS: (Smiles) Thank you…
TYLER: For what?
KLAUS: For being the better man.
Cut to – Mystic Falls, May 10th, 1994, the Salvatore mansion library. Damon is talking to Gail and Zach, who are absolutely confused as to what he’s talking about.
ZACH: Damon, are you sure you’re okay? I’m getting worried; you’re talking like a crazy person.
DAMON: I know this sounds impossible, but it’s true.
GAIL: More like insane. You’re telling me that you are a vampire, and that you’re going to kill me in a few hours, and Zach in a couple of years. And that, somehow, my baby survives the attack, and grows up not knowing who her family is. Until, yet again, you go crazy, attack her, let her go, but then a siren kills her?
DAMON: Well, when you put it that way…
ZACH: I thought vampires had a high tolerance for alcohol.
DAMON: I’m not drunk, Uncle Zach. I time jumped, and I’m here to apologize for what I did to you.
ZACH: Is it drugs? Not really familiar how the vamp thing works with that.
DAMON: Please, just entertain the idea for a moment. It’s all I ask.
GAIL: Suppose we do. What makes you think we would ever forgive you for such atrocities?
DAMON: I’m not expecting forgiveness, but I need you to know that I take full responsibility for what I did. That there’s not a day that goes by without it haunting me; and that if I could give my life to undo what I’ve done to yours, I would do it in a second.
ZACH: You can never change the past, Damon, only the future. If what you’re telling us is true, and you are sincerely regretful for what you have done, or will do; all I can say is that I hope you find a way to forgive yourself someday. As for us, no matter what happens today, tomorrow, or in years, I know we’ll reunite and find peace together, because love transcends all. Can’t say the same for you.
GAIL: I could forgive you for killing me, for killing Zach, even. But, no matter the circumstance, I could never forgive you for letting my daughter die. Whom, thanks to you, I didn’t even get to hold in my arms.
DAMON: Just know that Stefan took care of her, and that she grew up to be an amazing woman. Absolutely beautiful, kind, loving, and extremely talented. She was happy.
GAIL: Until you came along… How did this so-called siren do it? I at least deserve to know that.
DAMON: You do, but what good would that do?
GAIL: Tell me how she dies, Damon.
DAMON: Blood loss from a stab wound.
GAIL: Were you there when she took her last breath?
DAMON: Yes and no, in a way. But Stefan was with her till the end.
GAIL: Why didn’t he save her?
DAMON: He couldn’t. And that’s what haunts him every day.
ZACH: I think we’ve heard enough.
DAMON: You know I have to compel you to forget this, right?
ZACH: Do what you have to do, just be gone.
DAMON: Before I leave, if you wish to, and allow me, I can show her to you.
GAIL: What do you mean?
DAMON: It’s a vampire thing.
ZACH: (Turns to Gail) Are you sure you want to do this?
GAIL: Yes. Are you?
ZACH: No, but I’m not letting you do this alone.
DAMON: Okay, hold my hand, close your eyes, and relax (they see flashes of Sarah in her happiest moments, her photographs, how kind she was, her amazing smile).
GAIL: (Teary-eyed) She was so beautiful…
ZACH: (Also teary-eyed) She had your smile.
GAIL: We might not be able to forgive you, but thank you for doing that.
DAMON: It’s the least I could do. I really must get going now, thank you for giving me the opportunity to say what I needed to say.
GAIL: Wait… (she takes her necklace off and hands it to him) Make sure you put this where she lays to rest.
DAMON: You have my word. Are you ready? (They nod; he compels them).
Cut to – Present day. The Bamon home. Caroline, Stefan and Sage are worried. Bonnie and Damon have been gone for a few days.
CAROLINE: We really need to do something. It’s not like Bonnie to disappear like that, much less when they’ve been trying to hunt us down. What if they got them?
STEFAN: We would know by now. Maybe they went on one of their Batman and Robin missions; you know they love that.
CAROLINE: Yes, but I don’t think they would risk it while we’re trying to hide.
SAGE: I know I barely know them, but from what I’ve seen, they’re a tough pair. I’m sure they’re fine.
CAROLINE: Let’s hope so. But if they’re not back by tomorrow, I’m going to pay my half-brother-in-law a visit.
STEFAN: We both will.
CAROLINE: Were you able to find out more about the serum?
SAGE: One thing is for sure, the virus it contains is definitely lab made. But what truly baffles me is the genome sequence; it keeps changing.
CAROLINE: I’m going to pretend that I understood what you just said, but what does that mean?
SAGE: Even though we were able to isolate it, it doesn’t matter if it keeps rearranging its DNA. So, if it is harmful, there’s no way to create an antibody to defeat it.
STEFAN: And how do we know if it’s harmful?
SAGE: Only way to be sure is testing.
CAROLINE: Meaning?
SAGE: Inject it into test subjects.
STEFAN: Like lab rats?
SAGE: No, that wouldn’t give us any useful data. Humans, witches, vampires, werewolves. You get the point.
CAROLINE: Are you freakin’ kidding me?!! There’s no way in hell we’re doing that, so we need to find another way around this.
SAGE: I know; I’ll keep looking. Just wanted to be direct and honest so there are no misleading expectations.
STEFAN: At least it’s not airborne, easier to contain, I suppose. It’s just really frustrating not being able to do more.
SAGE: Okay, thinking out of the box here. Didn’t you say that Bonnie’s relative, the really old witch that the other really old witch brought back, created the immortality serum?
STEFAN: Qetsiyah?
SAGE: Yes, her.
CAROLINE: She did, so?
SAGE: I think I could use her help. Any chance she would be willing to team-up with a newbie vamp in the name of Science?
CAROLINE: Well, we won’t know if we don’t ask…
Cut to – May 10th, 1994, the Salvatore mansion shed. Damon comes back, only to find his worst nightmare has come to life. There, on the floor, lies the lifeless body of the love of his life.
Taken by his own past-self, who sits in shock staring at the abyss. He desperately tries to feed her his blood but it has no effect.
DAMON: (Screaming in despair) Bonnie!!?? Bonnie!!?? Come on, Bon-Bon, wake up!! Wake up!!!
PAST DAMON: Don’t bother, I already tried. It won’t work.
(Staring at him) After what I just experienced, I’m not even going to ask why we look exactly alike. But, hey, nice to know we have a solid bite, even without fangs.
DAMON: (Lashes out and grabs him by the neck) What did you do to her!!
PAST DAMON: To be honest, I don’t even know. Don’t worry though, we’ll be dead very soon too.
DAMON: (Starts hitting him, fueled with rage) You egocentric, selfish, psychotic, piece of shit!!!
PAST DAMON: (As he’s taking the hits) Pot calling the kettle back… Is that all you got? Hit me harder!
DAMON: (Keeps hitting him, harder and harder each time) You took everything from me!!! My family, my friends, the only woman I ever truly loved!!!!
PAST DAMON: Good, good, get it all out, Damon! Don’t forget we also pushed Stefan to bring his ripper out. So we are in part responsible for those killing sprees too.
PAST DAMON: Shout it like you mean it! Come on, man!
DAMON: (Still trying to beat the shit out of himself, but now severely weakened at the loss of blood, they both drop to the ground. They lie there, covered in blood and unable to stand; each breath shorter than the last. They can feel the time is coming. They turn towards one another, tears dripping from their cheeks). You are a horrible person.
PAST DAMON: I am. But you’re not. That means there’s hope for us…
DAMON: Not without her.
PAST DAMON: I didn’t mean to hurt her, I swear… And when I tried to save her, I couldn’t.
DAMON: After everything we’ve done, we've been blessed to have gotten much more than we ever deserved.
PAST DAMON: Do you believe in redemption?
DAMON: (Closes his eyes, sees flashes of his happiest moments with Bonnie) I did, once upon a time.
PAST DAMON: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.
DAMON: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. Despite it all, I forgive you. I have to. Otherwise, how does one ever find peace?
(He drags himself toward Bonnie and holds her ).
(Just as they are about to take their last breath, he hears a voice).
ATROPOS: There it is. Was that so hard to do? (Soon after, they start to heal).
PAST DAMON: (Now fully recovered, goes into vamp mode and grabs future Damon by the neck) Sorry, buddy, old habits die hard…
(suddenly, he backs off, holding his head in excruciating pain).
BONNIE: You really were a dick back then! (As soon as Damon hears her voice, he sighs, as if his soul had returned to his body).
DAMON: (Smirks) Oh, Bon-Bon, make it hurt.
BONNIE: As much as I would like to stick around and torture you for a while, we really need to get out of here. Let me do some mind erasing and we’re good to go. To be fair, he really did try to save me.
DAMON: (As she performs the spell, he stares at her; whispers to himself)
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom."
Cut to – Enzo’s cabin. After a couple of days of having no choice but to tolerate one another, Qetsiyah and Silas, despite all odds, seem to actually be enjoying the company. Enzo, on the other hand, has had to endure the pain of still having them around.
QETSIYAH: Okay, if we’re really going to be honest with one another, for once; be straight with me. What did she have that I didn’t?
SILAS: She was pure. And by that, I mean not tainted with the burdens we both know comes with witchcraft. The fact that she was human, comforted me in a strange way.
QETSIYAH: But still, you were willing to make her immortal.
SILAS: I was willing to do anything to preserve a sense of humanity.
QETSIYAH: (Mocking) You always were quite corny. Until you turned into a demonic psychopath, of course.
SILAS: (Smirks) Had to find a sense of humor somehow.
QETSIYAH: You’re not that funny, so it was probably a waste of time.
(Enzo comes stomping out of his room).
ENZO: Can you please stop with the torturous reminiscent babble! Hello? (Pointing to his ears) Vamp hearing! I don’t think I can bear another night listening to your bickering, or whatever bloody hell it is you two do!
QETSIYAH: Ooh, you’re such a grouch! No wonder Bonnie dumped your ass.
ENZO: This coming from the woman who was quite literally left at the altar.
SILAS: Oh! Come on, man! Not cool! Bro code!
ENZO: Oh, shut up. Anyway, now that your mind-numbing chatter has woken me up, might as well deliver a message. (To Qetsiyah) That cute scientist came around. Says she could use your help, wants you to meet her at Bonnie’s tomorrow.
QETSIYAH: I didn’t come back to do charity work, so no.
ENZO: (Rolls his eyes) You really are delusional! Why else do you think you are here? Dick, here, didn’t bring you along just to watch the show. Although, I’m not so sure about that anymore… Whatever, just go meet her tomorrow; better yet, why don’t you both go. God knows I deserve some time for peace of mind (walks back into his bedroom).
QETSIYAH: You’ve been living with that, for how long now?
SILAS: (Laughs) He’s not that bad, once you get to know him.
Cut to – May 10th, 1994, somewhere in the middle of the woods. Bonnie and Damon are preparing to head back home.
BONNIE: You know what’s weird?
DAMON: (Makes a funny face) Really, Bon?
BONNIE: (Laughs) Besides our entire lives… How was I able to use my telepathic abilities with Atropos around?
DAMON: Huh… That is strange.
BONNIE: Right? And when we ran into Stefan, she was there before you snapped his neck; how come he survived? Not that I’m not happy he did, but wouldn’t he have died if what she told us were true? (Atropos suddenly appears)
DAMON: Jesus! Do you always have to sneak-up on people like that?
ATROPOS: No, but I enjoy freaking people out. As to your question, Bonnie; I have a few tricks up my sleeve (winks).
BONNIE: So why have us go through all that. Quite cruel, don’t you think?
ATROPOS: Sometimes, the most important lessons are the most painful. You both know that well. And, you didn’t really die, Bonnie. I just put you in a time-out. Damon had some demons to fight on his own.
DAMON: Why is it that we constantly have to find the most dysfunctional creatures around?!
ATROPOS: Perhaps there’s a mystery inside that enigma… Anyhow, I wanted to bid you farewell, and let you know that you made me proud today. Cherish what you have, for love is the only truth that matters (she disappears).
DAMON: Pain in the ass ‘n all, but she’s right. Love is the only truth that matters.
BONNIE: No denying that… I was going to wait until we jumped to surprise you, but… (reaches into her pocket, hands him two tickets to Boyz II Men). One-stop detour before we head back?
DAMON: (Jumping in excitement like a little boy) Is this for real??!!!! No way!!?? OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!!!
(Realizes he has now completely blown his cover over not being a total fanboy, tries to compose himself) I mean, if only for Stefan.
BONNIE: (Smirks) Oh, cut the crap, I’ve seen your “secret” fan club page; and actually listened to some of their records, they’re not that bad.
DAMON: (Shocked) Not that bad, Bon-Bon?! Did you hear Wanya Morris’s vocals? That man is a musical genius!
BONNIE: (Teasing) He’s talented, no doubt, but wouldn’t take it that far. Ready, fanboy? Show’s about to start.
DAMON: (Caresses the pocket where he’s holding the ring, stares into her eyes) I’ve been ready for a while now; was only waiting for the perfect time.
BONNIE: (Makes a funny face) You say the weirdest things sometimes…
(she takes his hand, and off they go).
Cut to – Mystic Falls, present day. A recently built prison near the Salvatore School. It’s a massacre; all inmates, guards and admin staff are dead and headless. Kai, Katherine and Iker are walking around.
KAI: Whoa, Kitty Kat, you weren’t kidding when you said this was going to be like visiting the Queen of Hearts dungeon. It’s brutal. Kinda reminds me of when Damon cut my head off. Not a fun way to go out.
IKER: Did you really have to bring him along?
KAI: Uhm, excuse me?! If anyone knows how to deal with a massacre, it’s me. Granted mine wasn’t anywhere near this headcount, but I’m an experienced ex-psychopath; this is one of my many fields of expertise.
KATHERINE: We’re not here for a pissing contest, so focus on the task. Iker, you are in charge of compelling an army of people to come clean this up fast. Kai, you’re in charge of making sure no one, and I mean, no one, finds out about this incident; and if they do, fix it.
KAI: I thought you brought me along for my resume, not to boss me around!
KATHERINE: Well, you thought wrong. But, hey, you’re a wizard at deviation, so you got that going for you.
KAI: True.
IKER: There’s no way something like this isn’t getting out. A relatively new prison is abandoned all of a sudden?!
KATHERINE: Horrible gas leak, had to evacuate. And you’re positive we’re the only ones that know about this?
IKER: Unless Norman here spilled the beans, I’m sure.
KATHERINE: I’m surprised you didn’t tell Ric.
IKER: To be honest, I didn’t think he would understand.
KATHERINE: He’s a good guy with good intentions, but with everything going on, this might’ve been just a bit too much for him.
KAI: We definitely don’t want an over-stressed Ric.
KATHERINE: Where did you say you left him?
IKER: Had to vervain and cuff him to make sure he wouldn’t run away. He’s in cell 35.
KAI: Wait. And how did you find out?
IKER: After the last incident, Ric asked me to keep a close eye.
KAI: (Sarcastic) Great job!
IKER: We were taking a walk, figured it would help keep him calm. Didn’t even know there was a prison around here. Anyway, he was out of my sight for three seconds, that’s all it took…
KATHERINE: He must be very old to do so much damage in such a short amount of time. Okay, we know what we need to do. We’ll call each other if anything comes up.
They go their separate ways; Katherine finds the cell.
KATHERINE: Elijah? What are you doing here?
ELIJAH: No proper hello? I thought we were amicable now.
KATHERINE: We are, I’m just surprised to see you here. How did you find out?
ELIJAH: Hope. She saw everything. Begged me not to say anything and to come help.
KATHERINE: How long has he been out?
ELIJAH: Not sure. Seems like your friend gave him quite a high dose.
KATHERINE: Iker told us it was only him and the kid. How did Hope see it happen?
ELIJAH: Katerina, you know my niece. She can be very sneaky. I reckon she followed them.
KATHERINE: So, what exactly was your plan? Just sit here until he wakes up?
ELIJAH: Essentially, yes. Then take it from there. Can I ask, what was yours?
KATHERINE: (Sits next to him) Pretty much the same. (Looking at the kid) Do you really think we can help him?
ELIJAH: Me, Stefan, Niklaus; is proof that we can.
KATHERINE: We’ve never dealt with a child before.
ELIJAH: In a way, we have. Hope and the Saltzman twins.
KATHERINE: This is different.
ELIJAH: Well, we’ve always enjoyed a good challenge. Remember Paris?
KATHERINE: (Smirks) Of course I remember.
ELIJAH: We make for a good team. So, as the kids say nowadays, (trying to sound “hip”) we got dis.
KATHERINE: (Teasing) You really need to stop hanging out with Hope so much (they laugh).
Cut to – May 10th, 1994. After the concert, Bonnie and Damon teleport back to Mystic Falls. Same spot in the middle of the woods, but a very different setting. The place is surrounded with candles; fireflies dancing about as if they were fairies. At the center, a vintage picnic set, and the bottle of bourbon they had made their pact to. On the side, a portable stove with what look to be eggs, milk, butter and pancake mix. A white sheet hangs from the trees, serving as a screen projector that is playing the opening credits of The Bodyguard.
BONNIE: (In utter amazement) Oh, my god, Damon... Did you do all this?
DAMON: (Proud) Sure did.
BONNIE: But, how? When?
DAMON: I have some tricks up my sleeve too, Bon-Bon (wiggles his eyebrows).
BONNIE: (Smiling) You’re absolutely insane.
DAMON: Just as much as you.
BONNIE: Just as much… (kisses him).
DAMON: Two vamp-cakes, coming right up! (He starts preparing the pancakes; as he cooks, she sits on the picnic mat).
BONNIE: (Looking at the sky) It’s truly enigmatic that no matter if it’s future, present or past, the sky remains intact… (She sees a shooting star, smiles and whispers) “The closest one from me I bar. Away and up with him, and far! How else could he become my star?”
DAMON: The Closest One…
BONNIE: (Smiles) You read it.
DAMON: Hellz yeah! I’m quite obsessed. Never figured him for a poet.
BONNIE: Life is full of surprises, isn’t it?
DAMON: I like to think of them as gifts. A wink from the universe to let us know we are not alone.
BONNIE: Remember that night in the prison world, we got plastered and started theorizing about the meaning of life.
DAMON: Ooh, vodka night, how can I forget! First time we almost kissed!
BONNIE: We accidentally bumped into each other, and our lips almost touched. Very different.
DAMON: (Smirks) Accidentally on purpose…
BONNIE: (Smirks back) On purpose, accidentally. So, we came up with this insane theory about the pyramids being clear evidence that aliens exist.
DAMON: How else can you explain it, Bon? Gotta be aliens!
BONNIE: What if, and this may sound crazier than aliens, it’s time travelers? I mean, we’re proof it can be done.
DAMON: That would be wild! Imagine if we had brought back Alexa!
BONNIE: (Laughs) Not sure that counts as a contribution to humanity, but sure as hell would’ve been funny.
DAMON: ‘Kay, Bon-Bon, these vamp-cakes are just about ready…
BONNIE: (As she hears Damon putting the whipped cream on the pancakes, teases) Every day I tell you I hate that…
DAMON: (Smirks) And every day I do it anyway...
(Walks towards her and places her plate on the picnic mat). Bon appetit! (She looks down at her plate, expecting those fangs she once pretended to hate. They’re there, alright, but there’s something different about the vamp-cakes this time. Along with the fangs, a whipped cream speech bubble that reads: Marry me…
BONNIE: (Taken completely by surprise) Damon… I… I don’t know what to say...
DAMON: You don’t have to say anything now, just dance with me...
(Takes her hand, they begin to dance. A few seconds later, I Swear, by Boyz II Men starts to sound…)
BONNIE: (Sweet smirk) Oh, no you didn’t…
DAMON: Are you kidding me, Bon?! I wasn’t gonna let the opportunity pass.
(The band members slowly approach, singing. Hard to tell if they are compelled, or if Damon just has an amazing power of persuasion).
BONNIE: You really are insane! How did you get them to come? Never mind that, how on earth did they get here so fast?
DAMON: (Winks) Stick with me, Bonnie Bennett… (They continue to dance.. When the song is over, just as the band mysteriously appeared, they disappear. Damon and Bonnie return to the picnic mat, he gets down on one knee, takes the ring out...
Bon-Bon, if there’s anything I’ve learned over the centuries, is that love is just a word, until someone comes along and gives it a meaning. That someone, is you. We may have an eternity, years, days or seconds. All I know for certain, is that no matter the time, place, species, dead, alive, real worlds, prison worlds, alternate dimensions, physical, ethereal… I want to be with you. You are the only truth that matters… So, what do you say, Bon-Bon; for better or worse?
BONNIE: I really wasn’t expecting this…
DAMON: Life is full of surprises, isn’t it?
BONNIE: I like to think of them as gifts. A wink from the universe... So I say, for better; and a million times YES! (They hug, holding one another so tight, Bamon hug style.
Then, Damon gently slides the ring on her finger) It’s so beautiful…
DAMON: It’s us.
They continue to enjoy their picnic; watching parts of the Bodyguard, stargazing, dancing, laughing, eating some more vamp-cakes, cheering and joking around. When it’s time to head back home, as Bonnie prepares for the spell, Damon stares at the sky and lip signs: thank you.
As if hidden in the wind, he hears a voice…
GRAMS: Better take good care of her, or I’ll make it my afterlife’s mission to haunt you.
DAMON: (Smiles) I will, Grams, I promise.
GRAMS: I’ll see you at the wedding. Oh! And don’t you dare sit me next to Niklaus!
DAMON: (Laughs) Pinky swear! (Bonnie walks up to him).
BONNIE: Who are you talking to?
DAMON: No one, it’s just the wind.
BONNIE: Ready to go home?
DAMON: (Takes her hand and smiles) I am home… (Bonnie opens the portal, waits until she sees the right image, then makes the jump).
Cut to – Mystic Falls, present day, the Bamon bedroom. Damon and Bonnie have successfully teleported back.
BONNIE: (Sigh of relief) Phew! Looks like I got it right this time!
DAMON: (Jumps on the bed) Home sweet home, Bon-Bon! (Caroline and Stefan walk in) Knock, knock. Who’s there? Someone who knocks! How many times do I have to say, boundaries!
STEFAN: Who the hell are you?
CAROLINE: And what the hell are you doing in our bedroom?! (Damon and Bonnie look at each other in sheer panic, they must’ve screwed with the timeline and now find themselves in an alternate reality).
BONNIE: No, no, no, no, no! I did everything by the book! I waited for the right moment. This can’t be happening!
STEFAN: (Vamp veins) I’m not going to ask again, who the hell are you!?
DAMON: Whoa, whoa, Stefan. It’s me, Damon. Your favorite and most charming brother! Well, your only one, if we don’t count the bastard.
BONNIE: Care? Hello, Bonnie here. One of your best friends since preschool…
CAROLINE: I’ve never seen you in my life. (Vamp veins) But you seem like you will make for a delightful dinner.
BONNIE: Shit, Damon, we need to get out of here.
DAMON: But this is our home! If anyone should leave, it’s them!
BONNIE: Do you really think it’s the best moment to get apprehensive?
CAROLINE: (Shows her fangs) I have the answer to that, it’s no (just as she’s about to vamp their way, she halts; stares at Bonnie, then turns to Damon)
Oh my god!!!!! You did it!!!!!
DAMON: Did what?? What the hell is going on?? I’m so confused right now… (Stefan and Caroline crack up).
STEFAN: Didn’t think they would fall for it!
CAROLINE: (Laughing hysterically) Oh, they totally did! Did you see their faces?! I think they almost shit their pants!
(Radically changes to serious mode, throws a pillow at Damon).
DAMON: Hey!
CAROLINE: I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were going to do it!! You promised! (Then turns to Bonnie and to her giddy mode) Aww, and you said yes!!!!!!!
(Runs to hug her, jumping in excitement) I’m so happy for you!!!!!! This is the best news ever!! (Changes once again, to a sweet yet threatening mode) Bonnie Sheila Bennett, I better be your maid of honor!
BONNIE: (Laughs) Well, I plan to make it to my wedding alive, so of course you are.
CAROLINE: Wise choice, Bon! I mean, Elena is great and all, but she has some questionable tastes. You really don’t want her picking your flower arrangements.
STEFAN: (Hugs Damon) It was about time, brother!
DAMON: Had some demons to fight first; make sure I did it right.
STEFAN: I’m really happy for you, Damon. Best decision you’ve ever made.
DAMON: By far
CAROLINE: So, you guys thinking summer or autumn?
BONNIE: (Confused) Summer or autumn?
CAROLINE: Wedding, silly!
BONNIE: Oh! Yeah… no idea. I think we need to let this sink in first. Not to mention the other stuff going on.
CAROLINE: Bonnie! I know we have to find a way to save the world and all, but this is your wedding we’re talking about! (Hugs her, jumping up and down) You’re getting married!!!
BONNIE: (Sinks in a bit more) Holy shit! I’m getting married!!!
STEFAN: I think a toast is fitting for the occasion. Bourbon or bubbly?
CAROLINE, DAMON & BONNIE: (at the same time) Bourbon!
STEFAN: On it! (Vamps out).
BONNIE: Have to hand it to you, Care. You got us good!
CAROLINE: Ohhhh, we got you so good! But seriously, where the heck did you guys go? We were worried.
BONNIE: Would you believe us if we told you we were time traveling?
CAROLINE: (Teasing) Bon, if you’re going to start making things up, at least let it be about the way he proposed. Wouldn’t be surprised if he just blurted out without any preparation. I mean, I know you love him, but it’s Damon.
DAMON: (Throws the pillow she threw at him back at her) Hey! (Mocking) I can tell you; it was a hell of a lot more romantic than finding a box in a drawer.
CAROLINE: Hey! I’ll have you know it was extremely romantic!
DAMON: (Teasing) Meh, doubt that.
CAROLINE: Oh, shut up!
BONNIE: Guys, play nice. So, Care, have you heard anything about Elena?
CAROLINE: Matt came by a little while ago, told me she called him.
DAMON: Should people really be stopping by like that? They’re still looking for us!
CAROLINE: He didn’t bring his phone, so drop the paranoia. Anyway, I have a surprise for you… She’s moving back home!!
BONNIE: Are you serious!?? That’s great news!!!! But, what about med school?
CAROLINE: Matt said the place was sketchy. Elena told him she was done with the whole wanting to be a Doctor thing. Guess she’ll spill the tea once she’s back.
BONNIE: When does she get here? Let’s plan her a clandestine welcome home!
CAROLINE: Not for a few weeks, she’s going backpacking with Sam and a friend.
DAMON: I’m surprised she would want to come back to crazy town.
CAROLINE: Oh, not Mystic Falls; I meant back home, as in the U.S. She wants to move to New York; be close to Jeremy. Aww, Jeremy! Wait till he hears about your engagement! Well, some good news, some bad.
BONNIE: Why? He’ll be happy for us!
DAMON: It’s Jer, Bon; not likely.
CAROLINE: I’m with Damon on this one, good luck with that! (Stefan comes back with the drinks, puts his glass up for a toast).
STEFAN: To a very long and overdue Bamon engagement!
EVERYONE: Cheers!
Cut to – The Powell’s mansion dungeon. Darius has been chanting and meditating for hours without rest. He finally comes out of the trance-like state.
There was a monologue she was biting down her throat, one about Damon and Elena, Mystic Falls, and Stefan. Caroline. She had practiced it a few times in her room, watching herself in the mirror but she never could finish it without breaking down in tears. The first line was, I’m tired, and she was, of everything. Of everyone.
She could see her new life behind her, Damon stuffing her in the back of the Camaro, Honey waving her away with fondness in her eyes.
I’m tired of the pats on my back for persisting.
She’d be but a fever dream, nothing more than a beautiful mark of glitter in the memories of her coworkers.
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Life has been all kinds of hectic and I haven’t been able to post the latest chapters on here; only on AO3. But I promise I will, once I have a chance. In the meantime, wanted to share some update winks and an upcoming sneak peek. Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)
10x08 - The Butterfly Effect
The Bamon home, dawn. It’s a calm and chilly morning; the haze sits still as if frozen in time. Bonnie is in her herb orchard doing some gardening. As she prunes the sage, a monarch butterfly smoothly flies to rest on one of the leaves. Bonnie stares at it for a while, perplexed as to why it’s there. Not only is it winter, but also not a common species to be found in Mystic Falls. She continues to stare, hypnotized by its beauty. A familiar voice interrupts the moment of contemplation…
DARIUS: They are magnificent creatures, aren’t they? Fun fact; their wings clap in slow motion, almost as if they could manipulate time.
Time… What a concept. We all know about it. We talk about it. We measure it… But, do we really know what it is? To many, it’s that thing that passes and is commonly wasted. To others, it’s the beginning and the end of all things. To some, it’s merely an illusion. Not even the greatest minds have been able to solve that mystery. But the one thing everyone seems to agree with, is that the only certainty about time, is its uncertainty.
The year is 2050. The world, far from what it was…
Cut to – Mystic Falls, the underground cave. Bonnie, Damon, and Darius are standing at the exact spot, and in the same position, as they were when they made the jump.
DARIUS: (Looks around, confused) Did it work? We are exactly where we were.
BONNIE: Oh, trust me. We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore. Buckle up.
Story: tell her that karma is a btch few reasons can push a woman to the edges, stumbling on your fiance cheating on you one hour before your wedding, that is surely a strong one. Bonnie Bennett has a message for everyone involved . karma is coming and she will make sure of it. dark bamon fic
