Well, it's after Christmas. Hope you had a good one. I surely did: it snowed! And now it's melting. It feels weird without TVD on for awhile.
Chapter Ten – Damon's POV
I twisted to my right, my eyes opening as I could feel a presence at the front door. Actually. Make that two. And only one heartbeat. With Bonnie lying next to me, I couldn't leave her alone, but the banging repeated once more with much force that a human couldn't exceed. A groan escaped my mouth, knowing exactly who it was.
Slowly getting off her bed, I ran down the stairs in vampire speed, snarling in response when the banging continued once again.
The door opened, showing a very pissed off Vampire Barbie and her weak, still human husband, Jeremy AKA Elena's little brother. Seeing their faces somehow irritated me, mostly because they interrupted my morning with Bonnie who was sleeping soundlessly upstairs… I think.
"Back from the honeymoon already?" I asked, tilting my head to the left.
"Where is she?" Caroline demanded.
I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you should go back to your little dreamland and leave Bonnie alone."
The door was about to close when Caroline placed her hand to stop it and entered the house without much effort. I glared at her which she returned with a smirk. I knew deep down inside I should have killed her but Elena was in the way and at that time I didn't know if I still harbored feelings for her or not… it was a difficult time for me but I managed to stop "loving" or whatever...
Jeremy slowly walked inside, following his blonde wife as she tried to sniff out Bonnie.
Her nose wrinkled. "Why does it smell like blood?"
I seriously wanted to slap her. Hard.
"In case you haven't noticed," I began, walking closer to her. "I'm a vampire. Really? Why would you even think about asking that, Caroline?"
She sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that the house fully reeks of blood… Where's Bonnie?"
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Sleeping."
"I need to see her. Elena called me about Bonnie being pregnant and so I did a little research."
"You didn't…?" I said mid way. There's no way Blondie would have gone to her.
She let out a sigh and shrugged. "It's not like I wanted to see her; I got lucky I even found her, Damon. Anyways, Isobel told me a lot of things about hybrids."
"Alright then. Fire away." I said. All of us sat down on the couch, Jeremy keeping close to Caroline. I still didn't understand why Caroline hasn't changed him yet. Obviously he's going to die if she keeps him as a human and she'll be lonely for the rest of eternity; that sucks. But one of the reasons I think is because of Elena: she'd want to kill Caroline for turning her brother but only end up getting murdered herself.
"Isobel and I did a lot of research trying to find out. First and foremost, she will crave human blood."
"I already know that. Why do you think the house smells of 'blood?' It's because she's been drinking,"
Blondie's face frowned. "Damon, don't let her drink any human blood, just animal. The baby will crave it once it's born."
Like I'll let that happen.
"Isobel said that the female gives birth almost a month after conception because, as its half vampire, the fetus grows at a faster pace than human babies do. Sometimes it can be two months, but it never passes three. How long has it been since Bonnie found out she was pregnant?"
A pause. "About… two and a half weeks."
Caroline nodded. "She has two weeks left until she gives birth. Now, umm…" She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. "Isobel said Bonnie will most likely faint and become weaker everyday, almost ill-like. She said Bonnie won't be able to consume any human food as the baby won't take it so she ahs to drink animal blood but since you said she already started drinking human…"
"Can she stop?" I asked.
"Probably. If she tells to, then yes, maybe. Because she's a witch, Bonnie can do some spells to make her a bit stronger and you might not have to turn her."
"What do you mean I won't have to turn her?"
She hesitated. "During the birth, it's very violent as the baby desperately wants to come out and breaks many bones of the mother but since Bonnie's a witch, she might be stronger and survive this."
"And… what if she doesn't?"
"You don't have a choice, Damon. If she loses too much blood, either change her or let her die."
I nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"On very rare occasions, the baby can actually be born before the actually birth date."
I raised a brow. She scoffed.
"I'm only telling you this so you can be prepared. You never know when Bonnie might go into labor."
And I'll be there to kill it. Something in my head told me to kill my niece/nephew because it would hurt Bonnie. I couldn't let that happen.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I'm fine." I said hoarsely.
She nodded, turning her head towards Damon who was in the dark corner of my room, one leg up against the wall while he looked at both of us.
"Do you have the blood?" she asked.
Damon nodded, my eyes looking down at his arms where to see the little plastic bag full of red liquid. My heart skipped a beat. I tried very hard not to smile; I was very thirsty for more blood, as was my baby. But as Damon walked closer to me, the bag didn't smell like human blood. More like…
"That's… that's not human blood is it?" I stammered, pointing at the bag. Clearly I wanted to be proven wrong but their faces said it all.
"It's for your own good, Bon. Trust me." Caroline said, grabbing the bag from Damon. My eyes ran back from her to him, gaping that they wanted me to drink animal rather than human. They didn't get it. I had to drink human blood. Drinking it keeps my child safe.
I began to shake my head vehemently. "No, no, no, no, no, no! You can't make me!"
Caroline got hold of my wrists, pinning me on the bed. Damon appeared on top of me, opening the bag. The smell of animal blood filled my every atom in my body, and darn it, it smelled freaking good… but not good as human blood.
Damon put one hand on my lips to open my mouth and the animal blood went down my throat, tasting delicious although not as human. After battling Damon to get off me, I gave up and kept drinking the blood. Caroline removed her hands from my wrists and left the room, leaving me in Damon's arms. He caressed my cheek while I drank the bag dry.
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