Too wise to woo peacefully

William Shakespeare


"Damon, what the hell!" Elena shrieked when the door to Stefan's bedroom burst open.

Damon stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene.

"Still have a thing for the cowgirls, Stefan?" he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I need my brother, now. I've been dumped!"

Stefan's head popped up from behind Elena's shoulder.

"Did Bonnie dump you?" he said. "That was quick."

"Okay, I get it. That was quick is the usual phrase in this bedroom but we need to focus on me. Get dressed, Stefan, you are my comforting shoulder this morning."

Not showing any signs of his supposedly broken heart, Damon walked out and Elena gave Stefan a dark glare.

"After we get married we'll move out. Promise me."

"I promise," Stefan smiled and kissed her.

They went to a small cafe. Damon sat at the table, pretending to be pouting, but Stefan was glad. Watching his brother now reminded Stefan of the time when they were humans. It was almost like seeing again the old streets of their town, horses and carriages, gentlemen and beautiful girls in bright dresses. Their house and the luxurious Lockwood mansion. Balls and picnics... And there they were, the great Salvatore brothers, always inseparable... Best at everything: drinking, flirting, fighting.

"I'm having a drama moment," Damon said, scowling at him. "Why the hell are you smiling?"

Stefan cleared his throat.

"So what did Bonnie say?"

"She texted me," Damon answered. "According to her, she can understand that I'm angry. So she offers me to take a little break. There also was some babbling about how fast everything was. It's not like we've known each other for years or anything."

"But you weren't exactly best friends, remember?" Stefan said reasonably.

Damon glared at him.

"Are you siding with her?"

"No. But, Damon, Bonnie actually has a point. You know, in a dangerous situation you don't think much, just act on your impulse. Now Bonnie wants to be sure that you're serious about her. Now, in peaceful time."

"You don't make sense at all," Damon said slowly. "You don't understand Bonnie!"

Stefan shrugged; he decided not to argue with Damon. He was more than happy just to be there for his brother.

"I saw your wedding planning book this morning," Damon suddenly said. "You know, your wedding songs list... So, I wanted to ask, are you getting married or turning gay? And you call yourself a Bon Jovi fan."

Stefan smiled.

"I want to ask you one thing."


"Will you be my best man?"

Damon tilted his head to one side.

"Why? You don't want anyone to look at you at the wedding?"

"No, I just want my brother to be my best man," Stefan said in a serious tone.

"How sweet," Damon deadpanned.

"Well... Maybe, it'll be weird for you."

"Who will be Elena's bridesmaid?"

Stefan smiled.


"Fine," Damon frowned and looked away. "But only because I care so much about you, brother."


"I want to see her," Damon said. "And give her a piece of my mind."

"Will it be ok?" Stefan asked, smiling despite himself. "I like Bonnie but sometimes she's... incredibly stubborn."

"True," Damon answered, standing up and putting his sunglasses on. "But then again I can be incredibly charming."

Bonnie had a busy morning. She saw Lucy off; her cousin wanted to go as soon as possible and though Bonnie wanted to hang out more she could understand Lucy's desire to find Yuichi quick.

At 10 a.m. Caroline called; she wanted Bonnie to pick the colors of the balloons for the party. Bonnie said that pink would do. Then Elena called and asked Bonnie for the sake of her and Stefan's happy life not to dump Damon. Bonnie laughed but she felt a bit uneasy.

"I didn't get a chance to talk to you about Damon," she said. "I know it's weird and rather... unexpected."

"You know that I'm totally okay with that?" Elena said.

"But it's Damon. And Jeremy is your brother..."

"Don't worry about Jeremy. He's happy that you're okay, but, I can see that he needs to be alone right now. He's been through a lot."

Bonnie agreed with Elena. Jeremy needed time to get better but hopefully, after all they would be friends again. Elena asked Bonnie to meet up later and discuss everything in person.

Bonnie's father went out at noon but he promised to return in three hours. Bonnie was going to cook dinner so she went to the kitchen. She was checking the fridge when she felt a gust of wind behind her. Bonnie sighed.

"Wanna give me a heart attack?"

"A heart attack?" Damon said slowly. "So you have a heart."

She turned around to face him. Damon looked absolutely gorgeous in his expensive black shirt. Bonnie smiled, trying to look calm.



"Did you get my text?" she asked.

"I did..."

He shrugged and took a quick look around. Bonnie held her breath.

"So what do you think?"

"Surely, I will respect your wishes," Damon smirked. "If you think that our summer fling is over who am I to disagree?"

"I didn't say it was a fling!" Bonnie exclaimed.

"Oh really," Damon narrowed his eyes, not looking at her. "Because from my point of view it's totally love him and leave him."

"You're not serious."

"A woman almost got herself killed to escape me," Damon said, in a dramatic tone. "That's a first!"

"Damon!" Bonnie said helplessly.

His gaze flickered over to her and he smiled.

"Bonnie," he spoke gently. "Whatever makes you happy... If that's what you want we can stay friends."

The tone of his voice was so caring but his eyes were sparkling with irony and Bonnie felt bewildered.

"Good," she said.




She watched him, now suspiciously, and Damon smiled.

"So... Friends do things together, right? What are you doing now?"

"I was going to cook dinner," Bonnie said pleasantly.

"Oh let me help you with that," Damon said. "Italian cuisine is my passion."

"You don't talk about the Italian people you ate, right?" Bonnie asked cautiously.

Damon made a face at her.

"Very funny. Please, try to play nice."

"But what are we playing at?"

He left her question unanswered and went to the kitchen table. Bonnie couldn't help but notice that he was moving like a dancer now. He was definitely having fun and that puzzled her.

Was he ready to let her go? Did he want it? She didn't know but she was sure of one thing: everything happened so fast. And still she felt slightly disappointed. She didn't think that Damon would agree so easily. He was more stubborn when he had been fighting for Elena's love.

Bonnie sighed and suddenly realized how stupid her behavior was. Damon was here. He still wanted to be here, with her. She made him worried so much but he was willing to forgive her. What was she afraid of?

"Why so panicked, little witch?" Damon asked casually. Bonnie chuckled and shook her head.

"You're kinda freaking me out."

"That what a homicidal maniac vampire does."

Bonnie frowned slightly.


Damon smirked.

"Where do you keep salt?"

Filled with terrible suspicions, Bonnie waved her hand and made the salt shaker fly at him. Damon caught it and said in an impressed tone, "Being a witch is very convenient in the kitchen."

She didn't say anything, just eyed him doubtfully. It was like the air around them was electrified.

"But a vampire can chop vegetables with incredible speed," Damon continued. "Which is also good."

Bonnie came closer.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner," Damon answered. "You don't mind?.. Okay, a bowl..."

They reached for the bowl at the same moment and Damon's fingers brushed lightly against her hand.

"My bad," Damon said with a charming smile. His eyes twinkled gently.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bonnie asked.

"You are still not used to the way I look at you?"

Bonnie lost her cool.

"What about the homicidal and maniac part?" she demanded.

And suddenly cooking was forgotten. Damon turned to Bonnie, with a smirk on his face.

"That's what you call me, right?" he rolled his eyes and spoke, mimicking her, "Oh dear diary, Damon drives me crazy! He's such an arrogant bastard..."

"I'm gonna kill you!" Bonnie said through gritted teeth.

"You wrote only bad things about me," Damon clicked his tongue. "I'm beyond upset."

"So you broke into my room, read my diary and now you're the one who's upset?" Bonnie said acidly.

"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie..." Damon scoffed. "I'm a bad guy, remember? And I am someone you will hate forever."

Bonnie frowned, still angry but anxious at the same time.

"You shouldn't have read it," she said crossly.

"Do you know what my favorite part is?"

"Okay, that's enough!"

"I can't believe he shares DNA with Stefan, Stefan is so nice. Damon definitely inherited more from Katherine. Hope they both will fall off the cliff."

"Damon, you knew I hated you!" Bonnie said desperately. "I've told you a million times."

"It just... hurts so much," Damon muttered dramatically. "After all that we've been through..."

"I don't hate you anymore," she said breathlessly.

"I don't know..." he drawled. "You're so cold. You've decided to break up with me and we haven't been really dating."

"I don't want to break up with you. I just wanted you to say that you chose me."

Damon's face turned serious.

"I've chosen you the first time I kissed you."

She gave him a half-smile and he put his hands into her hair.

"Believe me... I'm sorry I've hurt you. If I could turn back the time I would do so many things differently. We met under strange circumstances but I don't really want you to forget how we started, 'cause it led us to where we are. It made us what we are. I just don't want you to doubt me anymore."

A smile touched the corners of his mouth and he said, "Believe it or not, Bonnie, I do love you."

His voice sounded so sincere. Bonnie realized that the walls around her heart came crumbling down.

She put her hand on his wrist and whispered, "Believe it or not, I love you too."

"About time."

And then she was in his arms. He kissed her the way he always did, passionately and hungrily, like someone could take her away any moment. Bonnie never felt more wanted, more safe or more loved.

"So, am I still your boyfriend?" Damon asked when he let her go.

"Sure," Bonnie answered, smiling. "Wanna take me on a date?"

"I definitely like the idea of me taking you."

She chuckled.

"You're so romantic."

Damon squinted his eyes, mocking offense.

"I can be romantic," he said. "What about tonight?"

"We have Caroline's party tonight," Bonnie reminded him.

"Good. I love dancing with you."

"Tomorrow," Bonnie spoke slowly. "Do you want to have a picnic?"

Damon was evidently surprised.

"A picnic?"

"Yes. A romantic picnic with a plaid blanket."

He said nothing and Bonnie continued, trying hard not to laugh, "I know one pretty meadow... Just don't start sparkling."

"You have my word," Damon said gravely.

Bonnie grinned and put her arms around his neck.

"Try not to make me whipped," he asked her, still confused.

"I love you," she said. Her eyes were shining and his lips quirked into a smile.

"Okay, do with me whatever you please."

She was laughing when he kissed her.

Yuichi was happily drinking his coffee at Starbucks when he heard his car alarm. Frowning slightly, he got up from his chair and walked outside. His car was exactly where he had parked it. And leaning on that car there stood Lucy Bennett, stunning as ever. She smiled when she saw him but Yuichi knew her far too well and immediately took a step backward.

"Bonnie is a traitor," he said, watching Lucy.

"Bonnie isn't. You are."

Yuichi recovered quickly and smiled.

"Listen, love..."

She took a step forward and he stopped. He always liked the way she moved, she had the grace of the Amazon queen.

"Go on, I'm listening," Lucy said sweetly.

"I'm a vampire," Yuichi said, mostly to himself. "And a warlock. But you are still in control."

"Shut up," Lucy said and her tone reminded him of the way she used to talk when they were kids. He smiled and she kissed him. He instantly wrapped his arms around her.

"That was worth dying for," he spoke against her lips.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

Yuichi smirked, reached out and gently stroked her hair.

"Are you flirting with me? After all these years?"

"Shall I reward you for your patience?"

And as she was going to kiss him again he suddenly moved over.

"Oh, wait," he said, as though he had suddenly remembered. "If I recall correctly, you have a boyfriend."

Lucy narrowed her eyes.

"Don't get smart with me. I may be happy you're alive..."

"Technically I'm dead."

"...but that doesn't mean I'm not furious."

He smiled, nodding his head, but there was a flicker of regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

"I know," she said earnestly.

"I love you, Lucy," his voice was unusually serious. "Always have, always will."

"I know," she said again.

A gust of wind blew Lucy's long hair across her face and Yuichi smiled, wrapping her locks around his fingers.

"Are you going to New York?" Lucy asked.


"Give me a ride?"

"Right into the sunset," Yuichi said.

The End

Thank you for reading my story! Writing in a foreign language is VERY difficult, but your support helped me not to give up. Let's wait for BAMON to happen and be happy! :)

I still do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of the characters. Actually I don't own anything I don't own.

Chapters titles references

1 A Jug of Wine and Someone in the Dark

A jug of wine,

A leg of lamb

And thou!

Beside me,

Whistling in

the darkness.

Kerry Wendell Thornley (Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst)

3 Forever to Say Goodbye

Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?

Author Unknown

4 A little slice of death

Sleep, those little slices of death;

Oh how I loathe them.

Edgar Allan Poe

5 Friendship with a vampire has its illusions

Friendship has its illusions no less than love.


7 The brightest blaze, an unexpected spark

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.

Samuel Johnson

8 Candle burns at both ends

My candle burns at both ends.

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -

It gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

11 Change the fate's design

Heal what has been hurt
Change the fates' design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine.


13 Tomorrow to win or lose

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.

Lyndon B. Johnson

14 Calling for the dawn

Roses die,
The secret is inside the pain
Winds are high up on the hill
I cannot hear you
Come and hold me close
I'm shivering cold in the heart of rain
Darkness falls, I'm calling for the dawn.

Every time you kissed me by Emily Bindiger

16-17 The subordinate male protagonist... to save the day

Like the subordinate male protagonist in countless action movies who disappears half way through the second reel, I have returned to save the day.

The Big Bang Theory