Author: SmilesX10 PM
Damon is mysteriously dying and goes to Bonnie for help. Will Bonnie put aside her differences toward the blue-eyed vampire and try to help? Or will she be blinded by her hatred toward him and leave him to die?Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Bonnie B. & Damon S. - Chapters: 17 - Words: 73,809 - Reviews: 170 - Favs: 64 - Follows: 65 - Updated: 12-17-11 - Published: 10-17-10 - id: 6407310
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A/N: Okay so this is a story I wanted to write! I'm not taking all of the credit because Danielle Salvatore came up with the idea, I just wanted to write it into a story. I'm not really happy about the title so if you guys have any suggestions for a better one let me know.
Death. It was cold, dark, breathless. Of course only vampires could live to tell the tale. They would die as a human and then come back to life in a matter of hours. Hence, Damon Salvatore would know all about death. It was usually a one way street, but he was lucky he had Katherine's blood in his system before he died.
He was wreckless, he didn't care about any one else except for himself. He would kill tons of people. Sucking them dry until he saw the life go out of their eyes. He didn't feel sorry for them or guilty about the bad deeds that he had done. That was another good perk that you had when you were a vampire, turning off your emotions. But love was one emotion that he couldn't control. He killed, destroyed, and ruiened for years just to get Katherine out of the tomb. He destroyed for one hundred and forty-five years...and when the tomb opened she wasn't there. She had been out there for one hundred and forty-five years and she didn't give a rats butt about him...
Walking on the streets of Mystic Falls Bonnie Bennett silently strode down the autum-y streets. She wore a purple scarf around her neck, a long black button up fall jacket and some simple blue jeans along with some very stylish fall boots. Leaves blew in the wind around her as she reached the Mystic Grill. She took a hold of the door and swung it open while entering. She eyed the place, it was more vacant than usual. Only a couple people with their backs turned watching t.v. at the bar. She shrugged her shoulders, figuring since it was a Sunday night noone would really be out and about at eight o' clock.
She walked silently over to a table and faced the t.v. as well. She needed to get things off of her mind and this was the place to do it. With one of her best friends turning into something that she hated the most, Elena being wrapped up in rough patches with Stefan, and Katherine running around town, she needed time to herself to just sit and think. She just wanted all of this to stop but it wasn't that simple. Sure she was a witch, but a witch in training. When she first came face to face with Katherine she thought she was ready and could take her on. She was wrong, Katherine was way more powerful than she gave her credit for.
Twiddling her thumbs together she took a sigh as she got out of her seat and went to the coffee machine. Caffine was a sure way to wake the witch up. She threw in a couple of quarters that she found in her pocket and filled up a styrofoam cup up. She added two sugars and a cream. Swiftly turning around her coffee splashed on a hard chest in front of her.
"Oh my gosh I'm so.." As she tried swatting the coffee that surely would stain she looked up. "not sorry." She said sarcastically. Damon peered at her with blue eyes.
"Do you know how much this shirt cossst mee." He slurred his words. Bonnie walked away from him. Damon was drunk. Why wouldn't he be? This was her only place to sit and relax and the one person that she despised the most had to be here and ruien it for her. She pushed the door open, only to bump into the same muscular chest that she had bumped into seconds ago. Bonnie looked up into Damon's blue irises, clearly annoyed.
"What do you want Damon?" She stated firmly. Damon gave her his casual smirk and tilted his head to the side in a drunken manner.
"Bonnie...whyyy don't you...you..give me a channnce?" His words slurred severely this time. Bonnie waved a hand in her face, trying to get rid of the bad stench of alcohol that envaded her personal space.
"Are you really asking me this question?" Bonnie stated seriously with her hands on her hips. "Move Damon." Bonnie nudged her way past Damon and out of the door of the Grill. She started walking down the cold streets the same way that she had come. The sun was now setting, making the view a beautiful one indeed. She took a very deep sigh, glad that Damon stopped following her and went else where. She rounded a corner and gasped. Damon was leaning on the side of a building, blocking her path. Bonnie tensed up as she rolled her green marbles.
"Damon there is no way in heck that I'm going to give you a chance at ever becoming friends with you. Got it?" Damon smiled crookedly at her statement.
"Bonnie.." He pushed himself off of the building he was standing on and was now atleast a good foot away from her face. "All...all..all I'm asking for is you fri...friend...shipppp." Bonnie shot up an eyebrow. She could clearly see that Damon was way past drunk, he was very drunk. In a way she kind of felt sorry for him but he put this on himself. It was his fault that basically everyone hated him. If anyone did like him, she couldn't see why. Hey who knows..maybe he didn't cause havic in their life, but he certainly did here. For one, it was basically his fault that her Grams is dead, secondly he almost took away her life as well. If it wasn't for Stefan than she wouldn't be alive.
Her eye brows formed a 'v' as she looked at the homicidal vampire.
"Damon, I'm never going to give you a chance to be friends with me. It's as simple as that." Bonnie watched Damon's droppy eyelids, studying him for a second.
"I...wan...want to be you friend...I...don...don't think I...have...muc...much longer...lef...left." He slurred. Bonnie's faced twisted into a confused gesture. Damon must have really lost it now. He was a vampire. He couldn't die unless someone staked him or set him on fire.
"Damon go home, you've had way to much to drink." Bonnie stated simply. She glided past him, trying to head in the direction of her house. She felt a light grip on her elbow. She turned around and glared at him.
"Damon what the heck do you want? I don't want to be your friend so I suggest you get your hands off of my before I set your a- on fire." She stated seriously. Damon looked at her sencerely for a second. He straightened up his posture and talked thoroughly.
"Bonnie...I think I'm dying." He said lightly. Bonnie looked him dead in the eye.
"Damon you can't be serious."
"I am. I don't know what happened to me." She thought about this for a second. He couldn't be serious could he? Just a minute ago he was all drunk and now he's better? Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest.
"You can't fool me. You were just drunk, and now you're better? Nice try." She turned on her heel and faced the other way. Damon was suddenly in front of her, which didn't come as a surprise.
"Bonnie I'm a vampire. I can be drunk when I want and turn it off when I want. It's that simple." Bonnie wet her lips and rolled her eyes.
"So you acting like a drunken idiot is your way of wanting to become friends with me?" She gave him daggers.
"Okay I was just screwing around with the whole 'being drunk.'" He said making quotation marks with his fingers. "But I do want you to accept my appology. I need your help Bonnie. I don't want to die. I like being an undead live person." She opened her mouth and closed it. Thinking on what to say. He seemed sencere like he meant what he was saying. It didn't seem like he was lying, but she couldn't be to sure.
"How do you know that your 'supposeably dying.'" It was her turn to make fake quotation marks.
"I started seeing the symptoms months ago, but didn't want to tell anyone. Everytime I look in the mirror I can see some of my hottness fading away." Bonnie looked Damon up and down from head to toe and then stopped at his face. He wriggled his eye brows in the process, which in turn made her roll her eyes. He most certainly didn't lose any of his good looks. His eyes were still the same oceanic blue, his chiseled features were in place, skin tone even with a nice glow. There was nothing wrong.
"Damon stop screwing around. You want me to help you even in the most drastic times and you still crack your sarcastic remarks." She sighed impatiently. " I have a life, some where to be." He put his hands on his shirt and started to lift it up.
"I'm not in to you Damon, just stop right there." He continued anyways and didn't say anything at her remark. Bonnie let out a muffled gasp at what her eyes were seeing. All over Damon's chest were grey and blue veins. They popped out of his skin like a 3-D movie. She could see the veins in his body pumping blood-that's how visible they were. Something was definately wrong and it appeared that he was dying, but slowly. She brought her fingers up to his chest, her mouth gapping open. Hovering her fingers over his chest, she gently traced the swollen lines. She took her hand away, eyes lingering from his chest to his face. He dropped his shirt.
"Why would you go so long without telling anyone?" She asked curiously. He stayed quiet for a second.
"Because if I died, I figured noone would care anyway. Everyone wants me gone and out of the way as it is. Now do you believe me? He said with a slight smirk.
"I do believe you... But I can't help you." Bonnie stated nonchalantly. The thought of Damon not telling anyone because he figured noone cared made her feel sorry for the jerk. But she couldn't help him just because.
"Bonnie...please..." She turned around and started walking to the direction of her house. She stopped for a minute. Damon Salvatore was pleading and asking for her help. He actually said please. She hated Damon's guts and couldn't stand him. Heck he was even lucky that she let him talk to her for this long. If she were to help Damon, she didn't want to be seen with him in public and this would have to be done in secret.
"Your house tommorow after school. Make sure noone's there." Damon smiled a little geniune smile from behind Bonnie. He disappered in a flash.
Bonnie started walking again in hopes of making it home on time before her dad would start to worry. She didn't know why she was helping Damon with this problem that he had. She didn't even know why he was 'supposeably dying.' It was all a mystery.
The fall leaves drifted around her as she stuck her hands in her fall jacket. She kept saying to herself that she was doing this for Elena and Stefan because even though Elena and Damon were going through some kind of rough patch with their friend ship she knew that Elena still had to care for Damon deep down inside. She knew that Stefan to cared about Damon in a brotherly way. Sure she could keep saying over and over again that she was doing this for Elena and Stefan. But why deep deep down, she kept saying that she was doing this for her?
A/N: I hoped you liked this. Sorry for it being kind of short. I really wanted to start this story off. Next chapter will be longer! Reviews? :)