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RANDOM WORD: OFFSPRING
Long before she began dating Damon she dreamed about him. Deeply sensual dreams. Sometimes scary, sometimes exhilarating, but always Damon. She never told anyone. Not Elena or Caroline, but she thinks sometimes when he looks at her that he knows. Narcissism aside, he is a gorgeous man and as her dreams about him being her first, then her lover, then her man slowly begin to come true she begins to fixate on one dream in particular.
She dreamed, once, she was pregnant with a mini Salvatore. After their first tryst together she questions whether it's possible.
"Why? You trying to tie me down already?" He jokingly whispers. But shakes his head no to the possibility as his lips dance across her collarbone.
It took her nearly three years of extensive research and training. All in secret. Which isn't easy when you have a nosy vampire for a boyfriend. But she found it. Certain herbs, certain words, and a large drain on her power and the spell was cast. Seducing Damon into the bed that night was the easiest part of the whole process. He wouldn't let her sleep anywhere else and he was always up.
A month later and she sits him down in the once stately and formal sitting room which is now more shadow and dust than anything else.
"I did something. Without your permission and it might be bad. You might be mad." She sits on her hands to keep them from trembling, but maintains eye contact.
The raised eyebrow as he sips his scotch indicates his curiosity. "You're rhyming. Should I go feed before we discuss this?"
"I cast a spell. I had this dream, a long time ago, that I was pregnant and it was yours. You said it wasn't possible, but I couldn't let it go. I just couldn't, so I found a spell. Cast it. Seduced you and well, now…well, now…"
"Well, now…?" She hadn't noticed him scoot to the edge of the sofa, but he was much closer than he had been a moment before.
She opened her mouth to respond, but forcing the words out just wasn't working. Tears blurred her vision and began to drop with near silent plunks onto the coffee table below her.
"Oh Bonnie." He pulled her into his chest and he smelled, as always, of leather and freedom and something a little bit sinister. "You silly little witch. You know Elena is going to be all over you for that spell now, don't you?"
Her body shook gently with her giggles. "You aren't angry?"
"With you? For this? Who gets angry when they are given a chance for the life they wanted, but thought they could never have?"
Bonnie shrugged gently. "I don't know, dark and twisty angst-ridden vampires with a penchant for hair gel and closet full of black?"
"I don't think I know anyone that fits that description, but luckily you got me instead of that asshole."
Her laughter warmed him more than the scotch.
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