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Title: Pierce Right Through Me (Chapter 7 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Now multi-chapter

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 7: Pierce Right Through Me

AN:  Just to do a little housekeeping…this is AU to the extent that the boys were, like in the books, born in Florence and they came to America after their mother died, which was when Stefan was really young, about 5. So, both boys speak Italian, especially Damon. It'll all be explained later on anyway. And Anna's not dead.

Damon left the highway at the first exit he saw driving through another small country town, pulling into the gravel parking lot of the first bar he found. Settling down at the bar he ordered a drink, gesturing for the bartender to leave the bottle.  Brooding had gotten him nowhere, obviously it was best to leave that to Stefan. Once again, he was going to do his best to get totally and utterly drunk. He bought the glass to his lips slowly. Not long after he felt, more than saw, a movement beside him.

"Perfect," he muttered as he looked up to see Katherine seated next to him. He took another sip of the drink sitting in front of him. "Hello Katherine. How nice to see you again. Go die." Even he had the presence of mind to be surprised by his demeanour in the face of the woman that he had thought meant everything to him for almost a century and a half. But that…incident with Bonnie left him caring for nothing, all he could feel was the loss of her.

Katherine just laughed. "How did you know it was me and not the darling Elena?"

"I know where Elena is." With Bonnie. "She wouldn't be looking for me right now."

"Oh yes, I heard about your new 'love' Damon." Katherine laughed, stealing a sip of his drink. He eyed the glass with the disgust when she placed it back in front of him. "Fine then," she said taking the glass as her own and returning to the previous topic. "How you could ever think you'd be able love anyone after me I don’t know, and for you and your brother to both 'move on', Stefan with someone who has my face, no less. It's simply laughable. Both of you boys know you'll never find anyone you love like you love me, right?"

"Love-d. Past tense, Katherine. Besides , like you said, I've already found someone."

"Oh yeah?" Katherine sneered. "Where is she then?"

Damon remained silent, his jaw set.

Katherine's face split into a grin. "Don’t tell me you did something to make her leave you?"

He shouldn't have been surprised really. That blonde had Katherine written all over her.  "What did you do?" he snarled.

"Just made a itty bitty little potion," she replied, revelling in the chaos she'd caused.

He was elated. It wasn't his fault. He'd always believed there'd been forces at play that had been beyond his control, but that sliver of doubt had still remained. But now he knew, and he could tell Bonnie.

"I've been watching you for a while now, Damon. You're so sweet and gentle with her. You were never like that with me." Damon could detect the slightest hint of jealousy in her voice as she compared the two.

"You weren't exactly gentle with me either," he replied. "But thankfully, you and Bonnie are two very different people."

"Technically, neither of us are people, per se."

"You know what I mean." He looked at her disdainfully, gulped down the rest of his drink and walked out of the bar. Katherine followed him.

"So, now that I've got you, all we need is a plan to get Stefan away from mini-me."

Damon spun around to glare at her. "You don’t have me! And you won't ever have Stefan!"

"I did before, and I will again."

"That was 1864, Katherine!" he yelled, frustrated. "Things have changed. Stefan's changed, he's a vampire now, you can't compel him. I've changed to, I'm over dealing with your shit! You lost any semblance of a chance the day you decided to leave me to roam the damn planet searching for the way to get you out of that tomb when you weren't even in there to begin with!"


"I was busy," she responded, not even bothering to try and look sorry.


"Busy?" he snarled incredulously, "Busy? I was fucking busy! For almost a century and a half trying to get you out! You are a manipulative nasty little slut and if I never see you again it'll be too soon."

"Bad luck, honey, 'cause I'm not going anywhere." She launched herself at him, sending them both crashing into a wall. He spun and had her pinned in a second, a look of surprise on her face.


"You forget," he snarled. "I've been drinking Bonnie's blood, a powerful Bennet witch, for 6 months. Your extra century and a half means little against that."

"You're still going to lose her," Katherine choked out. "Whether it's today, next month, or 60 years from now. She. Is. Going. To. Die."

"I'll change her."

"She won't let you. She's a Bennet witch. She's far too morally correct to let you turn her into a monster."

"She'll do it for me."

"Why?" she sneered. "Because she loves you?" Katherine cackled. "She doesn't love you, no one loves you." She glared at him, fangs bared. "Besides, I'll just  kill her. No one gets to have you but me."

He slammed her against the wall again. "You won't dare touch her and you wont ever be able to. Not if I kill you right now," he said, the words coming out with a snarl. "Even if I don't change her, and she does die one day, you gave me my brother for all of eternity. I'll always have him regardless of who else dies in my life."

"Your brother? What comfort is he? He was always better than you, the favourite son, the good brother. People always choose him over you. I chose him."

"Bonnie didn't."


They were in the boarding house, her on the couch, he standing by the fire, staring into the flames, having just returned from a double date with Elena and Stefan, something Bonnie knew had been doomed from the start. Yet, she thought the night had gone surprisingly well. However much she hadn't wanted it to be some sort of test for Damon on how he'd go around Elena, now that they were public, she knew that part of it had been. That's why she'd believed it had been doomed to fail. Contrary to her belief, Damon had been his usual, snarky, indifferent self towards Elena, treating her with the same disdain he did everyone else. Except for herself and Stefan. In spite of that Damon had been moody almost the entire night and it wasn't till they were in the car, silent on their way back to the boarding house, that Bonnie realised why. Her, Elena and Stefan, wanting to escape (for one night) from everything supernatural, had spoken about school and their ostensible normal lives, none of which Damon had much to add to, leaving him out of their conversation.

Every attempt he'd made to change the subject to something more inclusive, had been ignored or had inevitably lead towards some school related anecdote until he had given up entirely and sat through the meal in stony silence. In particular, Bonnie realised, her and Elena had gushed over Stefan's spectacular performance on the football field, Bonnie's knowledge of his vampiric abilities doing little to lessen her awe.

"I'm sorry," she said, knowing it wouldn't solve the problem.

"Do you want him, too?" he asked her after a long silence.

Bonnie stood up and walked over slowly to stand in front of him. She looked up at his face but he wouldn’t meet her eyes, his gaze trained on the flames.

"I don’t want Stefan," she told him quietly. "I want

"Everyone wants Stefan," he whispered. "Everyone likes him more, our father, Katherine, Elena."

"I don't."

"Why not?"

She was taken aback. "Because I want you," she said like it was obvious.

"Why? Nobody wants me, not over him."

She laughed. "That's why you had a different girl in your bed every day."

"They didn't mean anything."


"Do I mean something?" She's tried not to be insecure but dating a guy with as much relationship baggage as Damon made it hard.

His hand reached out to wrap around her waist and pull her against him. "I can't even put into words how much you mean to me," he told her.

"Ditto," she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want
you," she told him again, making sure his eyes were on hers as she spoke. "Not because Stefan is Elena's, not because there's no one else. I will always want you, I have always wanted you."


"Yeah well you've fucked that up now haven't you," Katherine remarked scornfully.

"I didn't do it. It was you, and once I can prove it I'll be able to fix this."

She shoved against him and sent him sprawling. He picked himself up off the ground, bones healing as he did so,  and noticed she was gone. He immediately reached for his phone to call Bonnie but stopped. He still had no proof. She wouldn't believe him until he had proof.

He can remember when it had all started with Bonnie, just casual then it became…more. Until now when he was threatening his sire for daring to come between them.


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Title: Can't You Understand? (Chapter 6 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Now multi-chapter

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 6: Can't You Understand?

"Bonnie…" Stefan trailed off as he stood in the doorway of her room, leaning against the frame.

It'd been 2 days now, since he'd come upstairs to see his girlfriend and Bonnie on the floor of this very room. He'd left the visible comforting to Elena, staying in the background, cooking for them both, and just being there.

She could see how worried he was, both for her and for his brother, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him, out loud, what Damon had done. She couldn't bring herself to prove him right, even though he already had been.


She looked up from the book she was reading to see Stefan standing in the door way. "Hey Stefan, what's up?"

"It's about Damon."

"Oh, if you're looking for him he went out hunting. He said it was okay if I stayed…"

"Yes, of course, it's fine." He smiled at her before his face fell into a frown. "It's about you and Damon."

Bonnie put the book down on the table and sat up properly in her chair.

"I've…suspected for a while. And when he told us yesterday…and when Elena told me he didn't compel you…"

"You're upset he didn't compel me?" she asked confused.

"No, of course not. I'm just worried."

"You worry too much, Stefan," she said with a laugh, smiling at him.

"Someone has to. And when it comes to Damon there's no limit to how much worrying can be done." He turned serious as he moved further into the room. "He'll hurt you, Bonnie. That's what he does. He's selfish and manipulative and evil. He only cares about himself."

"That's not true," Bonnie defended. "He cares about me, he cares about you."

Stefan laughed humourlessly. "He doesn't care about either of us. He cares about no one but himself."

"How can you say that? He's your brother."

"Exactly. I know him, better than he thinks I do." Stefan sighed, moving to take a seat on the couch across from her. "Look Bonnie, I just don't want to see you get hurt, and being with my brother…he'll hurt you."

"I trust him not to," Bonnie said. "I know you're worried, and I appreciate it, but you need to trust me."

Stefan nodded and stood up. "Okay. I'll trust you."

If only she could go back and take Stefan's advice.

"I need to know where he is," Stefan said, his voice soft and quiet and just so Stefan. He hated having to ask her this, but he couldn't help feeling like this, it was his brother.

Bonnie stayed silent, afraid of what he was asking her to do.

After a few more minutes, Stefan sighed quietly and left the room. Bonnie pulled her legs up to her chest and turned to stare out the window. She knew how worried Stefan was about his brother, as worried as Elena was about her. She was worried too, about Damon, despite herself. A deep ache resonated deep inside of her every moment she didn't know where he was. She stood up, and headed to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. She stood under the water simply enjoying its heat. Her eyes closed and the hot spray washing over her and the sound of running water lulled her into the memory of another time.

"What are you doing?" he asked her from the other side of the glass.

Her eyes opened and she wiped a hole in the glass so she could see him.

"I'm just sick of being cold," she replied. The past week had been nothing but snow, and snow days weren't called for Seniors at Mystic Falls High. They had to trudge through knee high snow to revision tutorials.

"If you use up all the hot water Stefan's going to kill you," Damon mused, admiring her naked body through the frosted glass. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her clearly he had vivid memories. "I have no idea how he survived all those years without modern plumbing."

Bonnie groaned and begrudgingly turned off the taps. She stood for a moment longer in the receding steam before she stepped out of the shower to where Damon was waiting to wrap a large fluffy towel around her. His arms closed around her body and she leant back against him, her dark skin such a contrast to his.

"I love you…" she murmured."But get off me, you're leaching all my body heat."

Her eyes opened as a tear slid down her cheek, disguised by the water that flowed over her entire body. She smiled despite herself, it'd been so much simpler then. Maybe Elena was right. Maybe this pain was worth it, if she got to keep memories like that. She got out of the shower, changing into sweats and a baggy hoodie. She walked back into her room and saw her cell sitting on her bedside table. She grabbed it after a moment's hesitation and walked downstairs. Elena and Stefan were standing in the kitchen and she held up her hand to stop Elena as she hurried towards her, the couple seeing the cell phone she had clutched in her hand. She stepped outside and took a seat on the porch swing her grams had lovingly painted. She sat there in silence for near 10 minutes before she looked at her cell sitting on the arm of the chair. She dialled his number, her finger poised over the call button before she pressed it and held the phone to her ear.

Damon groaned as he saw Bonnie's name flash on the screen of his cell. He'd almost given up it would ever be her. "Elena, STOP calling me!"

"Stop answering then!" came her voice and he stopped at the sound of it, thankful she was finally the one on the other end of the line.

"I keep hoping it'll actually be you," he said softly.

"Damon where are you? Stefan's worried." Her voice was stoic and held no feeling, as if she didn't care about him anymore. It hurt to know that, hurt to know that the only reason she was calling was because his brother was worried about him. The only person who had always truly cared for him, despite what he'd done.

"I'm fine," he replied shortly.

"I didn't ask how you are I asked where you are." I know you're okay, she thought to herself, I'd know if you weren't.

"I just had to get away." This conversation wasn't going the way he'd imagined it would. In his mind this conversation had played out with him explaining exactly what had happened and her forgiving him, only he didn't know what had happened,

"You couldn't have gotten away Friday night?" she muttered.

"Hey! That was your idea, I didn't even want to go!"

"You needed to eat Damon!"

"I could've gone another day."

"So you could've gone and done that the next night instead? How many other times has it happened and I just haven't caught you?"

"Never! And it didn't even this time. It wasn't my fault!"

"Then whose fault was it Damon?"

He paused, knowing full well she knew he had no answer. "I don't know," he admitted.

She huffed on the other end of the line.

"Come on Bonnie, I wouldn't do that to you, you know that. Something happened."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he repeated, frustrated. "She was just…there was something about her."

Bonnie felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to hear about how special the girl he'd cheated on her with was. "Great, she was special."

"But she wasn't! That's my point. She wasn't like you, she didn't make me feel the way you do, she didn't make me feel anything at all, she was ordinary, average."

Bonnie swallowed, the tears slipping down her cheeks as he spoke so casually about his feelings for her, almost making her believe they were true. "Then why did you do it?"

"It wasn't me! Som-"

"What the evil vampire has an evil twin? Give me a break." And she hung up on him.

She knew him, he could talk his way out of anything. And she didn't want to give him the chance to talk his way out of this. Tears fell down her cheeks. She'd thought she was done, thought she'd had no more tears left. But talking to him again, hearing him say those things had brought back all the feelings she'd tried to bury deep. She heard Elena and Stefan murmuring inside and a moment later heard the back door open and Elena sat beside her.


He sighed, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. If she'd listen to him, and if he could bring himself to say it out loud, he'd tell her how much it fucking hurts, physically hurts, to be away from her for too long. How he has this ache in his body that is only eased when he's back by her side.

He'd tell her how all the time he has one part of his brain trained on her presence. How last week he'd been so busy following her around, keeping her safe, he'd forgotten to eat and had almost attacked Stefan when he'd come back to the boarding house scowling at the few droplets of squirrel blood he'd managed to get on his shirt.

He'd tell her how he can't remember ever feeling like this, not even with Katherine.

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Title: All I Ever Wanted (Chapter 5 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Now multi-chapter

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 5: All I Ever Wanted

He was pulled over to the side of the road, parked on the shoulder against a line of trees. He was using sleep as an escape from the anguish he felt when he was conscious. The anguish his nifty little vampire 'feelings-off' button failed to silence.

But he'd underestimated the power of dreams.

"I don't want to become a vampire," she told him.

"Why not?"

"I just…the blood..." She shuddered.

"Then what are we doing here Bonnie?" he asked, throwing his hands up in the air. "If I'm not going to end up turning you, what's the point?"

"We're happy! That's the point, right here, right now, we're happy. Can't we just stay that way?" she asked pleadingly.

"No. We can't," he replied shortly. "Time doesn't stop, trust me, I know that better than anyone. What am I supposed to do when you're gone?"

"Move on," she suggested half-heartedly. "Find someone else, go back to tormenting Stefan."

He looked at her in disbelief, walking away from her and pouring himself a drink at the bar. "That's your solution then? I can just 'find someone else'. Well how about I just find someone else now, why wait? Maybe she'll let me turn her."

Bonnie's face fell, she opened her mouth to protest but he continued, cutting her off.

"I can't, Bonnie, and I won't be able to later either. There is no one else."


"I'll follow you," he proclaims, and at first she thinks he's joking, being melodramatic. It is Damon after all, he is prone to exaggeration. But then she becomes horrified as he continues.

"I'll take off my ring and walk into the sunlight."

"You can't! Stefan won't let you," she said with conviction.

Damon chuckled darkly, draining his glass. "What makes you think he'll be able to stop me?"

"I'll tell him. I'll tell him what you're going to do."

"And I'll tell him I don't want to live without you, that I can't, that 200 years is enough."

"No! You can't, you-"

"Why the hell not?" he yelled.

He woke with a start, starting to roll over before he remembered he was in the front seat of his car. He groaned, he hated it, why did he have to keep remembering these things, dreaming of them even? All these times they spent together, even the fights they'd had. It was punishment for something he hadn't even done. The rest of the memory came back to him as he stepped out of the car, moving through the trees until he could no longer see the road.

"Why the hell not?" he yelled

She faltered, he knew she didn't have a response so he continued.

"Why do you get to leave? Why do you get to die? What does it matter to you anyway?" he asked, voice turning quiet, now more hurt than angry as the realisation dawned that she didn't want to spend forever with him. When Damon Salvatore loved, he went all out. "You won't be around."

"I want more than death for you," she told him, holding back tears.

"And I want more than death for you," he replied. "Please." And in that one word he tried to make her see that her death would be more than just the ceasing of her existence. It'd break something inside of him, something Katherine hadn't even come close to.

"Okay." She already knew she'd give her life for him, what was the difference if she let him take it? Now that he'd found her, he needed her forever.

The rest of the memory was better, marginally, she'd made an unspoken promise to stay with him forever, just as he had promised to make that possible, when she was ready. Neither promise would be fulfilled now.

He slammed his fist into a tree, needing to relieve some of his frustration. The tree was uprooted slightly, now leaning against its fellows. He stared up into the canopy before he turned with a snarl, letting his true vampiric features show through, and picked up a large rock, hurling it at another tree a few meters away. He enjoyed the resonating CRACK as the rock broke cleanly through the trunk.

He heard his cell ringing and felt his face shift back before he trudged back to the car, just in case it was his witch calling.

It wasn't. Stefan's name and picture appeared and he ignored the call.

An array of people called him that day, Stefan, Elena, even the teacher's name popped up on his caller ID, but he ignored them all. Except when her name appeared, even though part of him knew it was just Elena using her phone.


Elena stood out on the back porch whispering angrily into the phone. "Damon, if you won't tell us where you are, at least tell us when you're coming home."

"That place isn't home to me anymore."

"Why? Because of Bonnie? What about your brother?"

He flinched at the sound of her name, glad no one could see him as he drove along the deserted road. "Stefan and I have the rest of eternity to spend together, he can survive without me for the next 50 years." He hung up on her again.

"What about me?" Elena whispered into the dead line."He won't tell me," she said, returning to Stefan, closing Bonnie's phone and putting it back in her pocket.

"And Bonnie's not saying anything either. I really wonder what he did," Stefan mused.

"How do you know he did something?"

"He's my brother. Only he could find a way to fuck up the best thing that ever happened to him."

"He's gonna be okay, they both are," Elena tried to reassure him, but both of them could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"I hope so, I just want to know where he is."

"He only answers when he thinks it might be her. And as soon as he knows it's not he hangs up, I'm surprised I got more than two words out of him this time."

"When Damon doesn't want to talk…he won't talk."

"I'm worried about him," Elena confesses. "I mean, here we can see Bonnie, we know how upset she is, but Damon, we have no idea where he is, what he's doing, how he's feeling."

"I know, I'm worried too. But he can look after himself."

"Until he does something stupid."

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Title: To Be Broken (Chapter 4 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Now multi-chapter

Disclaimer: not mine.

Chapter 4: To Be Broken

Bonnie and Elena sat cross legged in the centre of the witch's bed facing each other. Stefan had left for a few hours, to feed as well as to just give the girls some space.

Elena looked at her friend in concern. "Bonnie, how are you? Really."

"Really? I feel…I feel broken," Bonnie confided. "I just don't know how. How do I move on? How do I just forget about him?"

"You can't. There's no switch. Time heals all wounds or, at the very least, makes them more bearable," Elena said, showing how much she herself had matured after the death of her parents.

Bonnie dropped her head into her hands. "I just want to forget," she moaned. Her face lit up as she looked up, "I don't need a switch," she said gleefully. "I have a spell." She jumped off her bed to rummage in her desk draw, pulling out her grams' grimoire.

"No! Bonnie, you can't!"

"Why not, Elena? I'm a witch, aren't I? I just want to forget him," she pleaded.

"It doesn't work that way. Besides, remember all the good times you had with him?" Bonnie nodded, slowly. "Do you really want to forget them too? You have to go through the bad in order to get to the good."

"But what if it's not worth it?" Bonnie asked sadly. "What if all those good times aren't worth what I feel now? What then, Elena?"

"Then he wasn't the one. But one day you will find the guy for you, that I promise you."

"Do you believe that, that he wasn't the one?"

Elena looked away. "No," she admitted, taking a deep breath before she continued, "I think you were perfect for each other."

"What are you watching?" Damon asked her.

She lunged for the DVD remote to stop the movie she was watching but he beat her to it, sitting down next to her on the couch, remote kept out of her reach.

"Beauty and the Beast?" he questioned in disbelief, a few moments later.

"It kind of reminds me of us," she admitted.

"Let me guess, you're the beauty and I'm the beast."

She shrugged, "Well you are the vampire here. But it's them not what they are, how they are, they're perfect for each other. Especially this song," she said as Mrs Pots started singing Tale as Old as Time. "Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly," Bonnie sang along. "Just a little change, small to say the least."

Damon smiled and settled down to watch the movie with her, placing an arm around her shoulders as she leant against him.

Bonnie nodded, coming out of her mental reprieve. "So did I."

"I'm sorry, Bon, I'm so sorry," Elena murmured.

"S'okay, Elena, it's not your fault." She placed the book back in her draw, crawling back onto the bed. Elena hugged her close and the two girls simply sat there, arms wrapped around each other in comfort. For half an hour they sat there, before Elena noticed Bonnie was snoring softly on her shoulder. Laying her friend down gently, she pulled the covers over her as she slept. Elena was glad she was asleep again, she wasn't described as "motherly" for nothing, she was worried about her best friend. She couldn't imagine how she'd be handling it if she were in Bonnie's situation, probably just as badly. As she stood in the doorway, watching as Bonnie slept quietly her eyes fell on the cell sitting on the bedside table. Just as worried as she was about Bonnie, a part of her was concerned for Damon as well. They were like two parts of a whole and they'd been near inseparable for the life of their relationship, being apart from her must be hard on him too. She looked at the cell thoughtfully for a moment before she crept forward. Feeling beguiling, she quietly took Bonnie's cell from her bedside table before moving back out of the room and down the stairs.


At first he'd headed to Georgia. But just as he'd crossed the border he'd remembered that road trip he and Elena had made there and, not wanting to be reminded of anything from Mystic Falls, had turned the car around. Skirting the state, he kept heading south, slipping into Alabama as the sun set. His first day away from Bonnie since they'd gotten together more than 6 months ago. And it hurt. He felt like he was missing something incredibly important.

Thankful for his supernatural reflexes, he'd been able to focus the minimum amount of concentration on the road while his mind was elsewhere.

So this is what it's like, he thought idly, to feel broken.

He sighed and looked up, noticing a sign for some hickey town, and pulled off the highway. He was hungry. And he needed a distraction. On the way into the town he noticed a tourist shop proclaiming guided tours and maps on a huge faded sign out front. He pulled over, grabbing his jacket off the seat beside him, and stepped out. The bell jingled as he opened the door. The clerk at the counter, a young girl of about 16, looked up. He nodded at her and wondered around the shop, pretending to browse the near empty shelves. He walked past a dusty snow globe and stopped. He reached out and shook it, watching as the "snow" floated around.

It was the dead of winter and, even though Stefan had turned the central heating on and Damon had the electric blanket on for her, she was freezing cold. Layered up in a pair of sweats, long socks, a singlet, one of his t-shirts and a hoodie she pulled the two blankets around her more tightly.

"This is ridiculous," she said with a shiver.

"You're telling me," he replied, slightly worried and torn between distancing himself from her, as to not leach what little body heat she had acquired, and just staying close to her.

Neither of them voiced the option of them sleeping apart, though Damon certainly considered it when she began shivering against him.

"I've worked out what the problem is," she said a few minutes later through shaky lips.


"Too much skin," she told him, brushing her hand against his bare chest. While she was there layered up like an Eskimo he was in his usual bed attire, just a pair of boxers. "Go put a t-shirt on, preferably a jumper."

He sighed, the things he did for this girl, sliding out of bed, careful not to let too much cold air get in under the covers. He pulled on a hoodie and a pair of sweats before he crawled back in beside her.

"Much better," she said, snuggling up against him again.

The following morning he woke up early to have her sleeping next to him in her underwear, her layers from the previous night strewn across the floor and bed. He smiled, a genuine smile, at his sleeping witch before her tucked her into his side and went back to sleep.

He put the snow globe back on the shelf and tried to shake the memory from his mind. He snarled deep in his throat, why did everything he came across, even 5000 miles out of Mystic Falls, have to remind him of her. The next second he was behind the counter in front of the clerk. His hand was pushing her hair away from her neck before she'd even registered he was there. She didn't have time to make a sound before his fangs sunk into her neck.

He drunk his fill and compelled her to forget before he lay her down so she could sleep it off. He returned to his car and headed back to the highway.

His phone started ringing again as he drove back through the town and he pulled it out of his pocket. Seeing the picture of his witch, he immediately answered it.

"Bonnie?" he said hopefully, honestly surprised she was calling him.

"No Damon, it's me," came Elena's voice over the line. Damon didn't give her the chance to say anything more, hanging up as soon as he knew it wasn't his witch.

(no subject)

Title: Vows Are Spoken (Chapter 3 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Now multi-chapter

Disclaimer: Not mine, if only.

Chapter 3: Vows Are Spoken

As he drove he thought what had happened. Generally he considered Stefan to be the king of the broody forehead, but he would admit that some situations required an extended period of brooding. Such situations as being this far from cheating on your 'd looked so horrified when she'd opened his door to see….that. Almost as horrified as he'd felt when he'd snapped out of the haze he'd been in. All attempts to explain had been futile, as he'd known they would be. How could he expect to explain something he couldn't understand himself? But he was going to find out. Whether it took him 2 weeks, or the rest of eternity, he was going to find out what had happened to him last night. He was hoping it wouldn't take the rest of eternity. It'd be rather difficult to win Bonnie back if she were dead.

He was slightly ashamed of how pathetic he'd been when he'd fallen back on his last option, reminding her of the promise she's made not to leave him, but at the same time satisfied that he could say he'd exhausted every option available to him at the time. But he too, had promised not to leave her and Damon Salvatore was a man of his word, if nothing else.

He remembered the day, only a few weeks earlier, when they'd made those promises, neither of them knowing how much those few simple words would mean to the both of them.

They lay in his bed as it approached noon on a Saturday, simply enjoying the time they got to spend together, free from supernatural or family drama.

Bonnie giggled as she moved closer to him, resting her head on his bare chest. "I never thought you'd be the 'lying-in-bed-to-cuddle' type."

He tightened his grip around her as his fingers trailed up and down her bare arm. "And I never thought you'd be the 'sleep-with-a-vampire-type'."

"There's just so many things you don't know about me," she returned.

"Then you better stay around so I can figure them out."

She knew him well enough now, to read between the lines. What seemed like a general statement, was really a request to have her with him always. "I won't ever leave you, I promise," she replied.

"I promise too, Little Witch." He dropped a soft kiss on her head as they both watched the dust mites floating through the air in the rays of sunlight shining through his window.

He came back to reality as his ring tone sounded in the silence of the car. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID to see his brother's name again. Pressing ignore he shoved the phone back into his pocket and turned his attention back to the road, amping up the speed, ensuring his car was worth the money he'd paid for it.

Not even a minute later, his phone rang again, Stefan's name flashing on the screen. He pressed ignore again, returning his phone to his pocket, only to have it ring again as soon as his hand returned to the steering wheel.

"Stefan, stop calling me. In case you haven't noticed, I don't want to talk to you."

"Damon, what happened?"

The only reply Stefan received was the dial tone. He sighed and placed his phone back on the counter in Bonnie's kitchen. The kettle finished boiling and he poured the steaming liquid into a cup of chamomile tea. He heard Elena moving down the stairs and looked up as he placed the teaspoon in the sink.

"I made her some tea," he told Elena when she came into the kitchen but she ignored the tea on the bench and threw herself into his arms. In response, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight against him.

"Why isn't he here!" Elena sniffled, pulling away from Stefan. "He has to…he needs to be here for her!"

"I don't know," Stefan replied softly, brushing her hair away from her face. "He wouldn't tell me what happened."

"He answered your call?" Elena asked hopefully.

Stefan chuckled humourlessly. "Only to tell me to stop calling."

"I don't know what to do," she confided in Stefan tearfully, one hand resting on his chest for comfort.

"I know, neither do I. She just needs time to heal."

"What if she doesn't? If you left me, I wouldn't ever…" she choked up. She could understand Bonnie's pain. When Stefan had told her he was leaving after that debacle with Bonnie and Emily and Damon and that necklace, she'd felt broken. And Stefan hadn't even done whatever it was Damon had. Elena wondered how much of the pain Bonnie was feeling because of what Damon had done or because he'd left.

"But I won't leave you," Stefan told her.

"That's what Damon said," Elena whispered, reaching for the cup of tea. She left Stefan standing in the kitchen as she carried the cup up to Bonnie. "Bon," Elena called softly, opening the door to the witch's bedroom. Bonnie was seated on the window seat, a blanket covering her as she stared out at the rain that fell through the trees.

Elena walked over to sit down opposite her friend in the window. "Here, Stefan made you some tea." She handed the cup to Bonnie who held it numbly in her hands. "Bon, tell me what happened," Elena pleaded.

Bonnie shook her head. "I can't Lena, I-" Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks and she brushed them away. Elena reached out to hold Bonnie's hand.

"Okay. I'm here for you," Elena told her. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Oct. 19th, 2010

Writer's Block: Dynamite with a laserbeam

The Final Countdown - Europe
Brings back my time in France while on exchange.
i miss it:(

Aug. 8th, 2010

(no subject)

Title: Words Are Trivial (Chapter 2 of Words Like Violence)
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Will become a multi-chapter fic.
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries does not belong to me.

Soundtrack: Enjoy the Silence – Anberlin. 

Chapter 2: Words Are Trivial 

The strobe light and booming speakers were doing a number on his highly attuned senses but he pushed his discomfort aside, concentrating on finding a suitable snack so he could get out of this place and go home to his witch. He scowled as his eyes scanned the club, looking for someone, anyone. He turned to the bar, shuddering at some of the grinding that was going on to the techno beat on the dance floor. He needed to be way more drunk before he even attempted to force one of these people down. If he had known there was going to be such slim pickings tonight he wouldn’t have fed off Bonnie last night. He took a seat at the crowded bar and gestured to the bar tender to bring him a drink.

A leggy blonde slid into the seat next to him, giving him a flirty smile, he returned the smile taking a sniff of the air around her.

O-neg, that'll do.

He gulped down the scotch the bartender had placed in front of him, dropping a ten on the bar before he stood up and held his hand out to the blonde in silent invitation. He led her out a side door and into a dark alley, pushing her up against the wall, his body only touching hers for the necessity of keeping her there.

He turned his face away as she tried to capture his lips with hers. He'd promised Bonnie no kissing.

Instead he buried his face in her neck breathing in the scent of her blood. She smells much better out here than she did in there. His canines extended and his fangs slid into her neck and, as her blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat, he felt desire course through him. He drunk his fill but instead of compelling her to forget, like he had planned, he allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck and pull his lips to hers. One hand fisted in her hair, holding her close to him, while the other slid up her body to massage her breast through her clothing.

Before he knew it, he was leading her to his car and speeding along the road to the boarding house. Once there, they made their way to his room, fingers pulling at clothing, one of her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt while he undid the laced-up back of her top.

In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, but he couldn't for the life, of him work out why.

She pulled her top over her head and he felt her hands sliding his shirt off his shoulders.

Something felt off as her lips slid up his neck, her teeth nipping lightly at his skin. He tried to focus on this feeling of wrongness but he got distracted as one of her hands reached into the front of his pants. Her lips returned to his and his instincts took over; this was something he knew how to do. One hand teased at the clip of her bra as she undid his fly. His other hand slid along her milky white skin, which was such a contrast to…to…something, he couldn’t quite grasp the fleeting thought that raced through the edge of his mind. 

"What the hell is going on here?"

Bonnie's voice cut through the haze clouding his mind and he pulled away from the blonde. He stepped away from her in horror as his mind tried to catch up with his actions. His hands fumbled with the fly on his pants as he turned to Bonnie, his eyes wide.

"It's not what it looks-"

Her eyes flashed angrily as she turned her gaze from the blonde to him. "I don’t want to hear it." She calmly bent and picked up her coat and purse from where they'd fallen to the ground.

"Who's she?" The blonde was obviously asking him but Bonnie answered.

"His ex-girlfriend."

Damon turned to the blonde. "Get out."

His mind was still reeling when he saw Bonnie move to leave. He flashed to her side and grabber her wrist. "Bonnie, wait."

She turned to face him, her eyes icy and her face hard. "No. I have nothing to say to you."

"Please, let me explain."

"There is nothing to explain Damon. You are an ass and you have always been an ass, I don’t know what I was thinking, believing that would change."

"You can-you did change that!" he tried to assure her.

"Let me go." She glared at him as he kept his grip on her wrist.

He jumped back a step and released her as he felt a jolt of electricity hit him. "Ow. What the fuck?" But she was already gone. He chased her out into the hallway and had almost caught her when she disappeared, leaving him to jerk to a stop before he crashed through the banister.

"Damn that teleporting," he muttered, running down the stairs and out the front door at vampire speed. A few minutes later he arrived at her house.

He jumped onto the roof of the veranda and along to her bedroom window which, for the first time since they’d started dating, was locked. He could hear her in her room and he tapped on the glass.

"Go away!" she yelled at him.

"No. Let me in, Bonnie. You know I can get in anyway."

"I know," he heard her whisper.

A few seconds was all it took for him to force her window open and climb through to stand beside her bed.

"I said 'go away'."

"No," he said. "I won’t. Not until you let me explain."

She sat up, turning around to face him. "What can you possible say to make this better Damon? What explanation is there that'll make this go away? What twisted lie have you concocted this time to get yourself out of trouble?"

"I wasn’t going to sleep with her; it wasn't what it looked like I was-"

"Don’t bullshit me, Damon. I saw you, besides your fly's still undone."

He looked down. Fuck. He quickly did up the zipper as he felt the air crackle with her angry power, power that was ready to be unleashed. On him, it seemed.

"Now. Get. Out." She punctuated each word with a pause and her tone almost had him stepping back. "Elena and Stefan were right when they called us the 'power couple', my power is a match to yours Damon, so get the hell out before I throw you out!"

He felt his own fury rise. First of all, it wasn't his fault, something had happened to him, and secondly no one threatened Damon Salvatore, not even his girlfriend. "I'd like to see you try."

He felt his canines lengthen and his eyes go black as he stepped towards her. And hit a wall. She'd held her hand up, immobilising him where he stood. He snarled, only no sound came out, as he tried to struggle against the magical bonds she had him in.

"Get out." She let him go so he could leave.

He was desperate as he reminded her, "You promised me you'd never leave me!"

"I didn’t leave you, Damon, you left me!"

At her words he turned and, in one fluid movement, was out of her window and crossing her front lawn.


He returned to the boarding house, storming up the stairs to get changed out of his tainted clothing before he grabbed his jacket and keys and left again. He got in his car and just drove.

He was still driving when the sun rose 7 and a half hours later.

He was 2 states over when Stefan first called him. He ignored the call, shoving the phone back into his pocket and turning his attention back to the road. There was only person he wanted to talk to and he didn't think she'd be calling anytime soon.


Jul. 22nd, 2010

Words Like Violence

Title: Words Like Violence
Characters: Bonnie and Damon .
Rating: PG 13+ (slight swearing)
Timeline: Post 1.22. About 6 months into a Bonnie/Damon relationship.
Summary: It's written kind of like a snapshot into a Bamon relationship and it's basically a Bamon story gone wrong. What if Damon can't be the guy we (and Bonnie) want him to be for her? Angsty but whatever. Will become a multi-chapter fic.
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries does not belong to me.


Her jacket and purse dropped to the floor with a soft thud as she came across a scene she'd desperately hoped to never see.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bonnie said, her quiet voice cutting through the sexually charged atmosphere of the room. His arms were wrapped around her snowy white petite waist, his hands snaking up her back to the clip of her hot pink push-up bra. One of the girls' hands was half inside the waist band of his pants as she pulled down the zipper with the other.

Damon and the blonde detached their lips from one another and turned to look at her in shock, Damon hastily doing up his pants as he did so.

"It's not what it looks-" he began, but Bonnie cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it," she replied, holding her hand up at him.

"Who's she?" the blonde asked him with a pout.

"His ex-girlfriend," Bonnie said, picking up her coat and purse from where she'd dropped them in shock when she'd come in.

Damon turned to the blonde, "Get out," he snarled, not bothering to use compulsion, the dark rage radiating off him was enough to scare the girl away. He didn't even bother to hand her her shirt as she fled the room.

Bonnie turned to follow the girl but Damon was by her side in a second with her wrist in his iron grip, "Bonnie wait."

"No," she said turning to face him. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Please let me explain," he pleaded.

"There is nothing to explain Damon. You are an ass and you have always been an ass, I don't know what I was doing thinking I could change that."

"You can-you did change that!"

"Let me go," she said, glaring at him. When he didn't comply she shot a jolt of electricity through her wrist and into him causing him to jump back a step and release his hold on her.

"Ow. What the fuck?" he yelped.

But it had achieved what she'd wanted. She ran out of his room, glad she'd been able to learn how to teleport as she found herself no longer running down the Salvatore hallway but in her own bedroom. She ran a hand through her hair as the tears threatened to fall. She brushed them away and rushed through her house locking all the windows and doors and closing the curtains tightly. It was a futile gesture, she knew that if he wanted to get in, he could, she'd gladly invited him into bother her home and her heart, but it made her feel better all the same.

She was lying on her bed curled up around a pillow, giving herself the opportunity to cry, though no tears came. She was facing away from the curtained and, for the first time since she'd invited him in 6 months ago, locked window, when she heard him tapping on the glass.

"Go away!" she yelled.

"No," he replied through the glass. "Let me in, Bonnie. You know I can get in anyway," he added pointedly.

"I know," she whispered but otherwise ignoring him.

A few seconds later she heard him force her window open and push the curtains aside as he climbed through.

"I said 'go away'."

"No. I won't. Not until you let me explain."

"What can you possibly say to make this better Damon?" she asked, rounding on him. Surprised to see he was shirtless despite the cold outside. "What explanation is there that'll make this go away? What twisted lie have you conducted this time to get yourself out of trouble?"

"I wasn't going to sleep with her; it wasn't what it looked like I was-"

"Don't bullshit me, Damon. I saw you, besides your fly's still undone."

He looked down, quickly doing up the zipper.

"Now. Get. Out." She punctuated each word with a pause and the air crackled with the angry power that was building up inside her. "Elena and Stefan were right when they called us the 'power couple', my power is a match to yours Damon so get the hell out before I throw you out!"

"I'd like to see you try," he shot back as he stepped towards her, his canines lengthening.

She held up her hand immobilising him where he stood. "Get out."

"You promised me you'd never leave me!"

"I didn't leave you, Damon, you left me!"

With that he turned and jumped out of her window. And she crumpled to the floor, finally in tears.


That was how Elena found her the next day, exhausted, dried tears on her cheeks as she lay curled up on the floor, finally asleep. Stefan, however, did not find his brother and was beginning to get worried that he hadn't come home the night before. He left the boarding house to drop by Bonnie's to check if he was with her, assuming his brother had just spent the night with his girlfriend. Stefan smiled, as he approached the door, the way things were now were pretty close to perfect, he and Damon were brothers again, both of them finally happy. His smile faltered when he saw the door was open and he stepped across the threshold worriedly, climbing the stairs in a blur to reach Bonnie's room. What he found there shattered his new outlook on life. Bonnie sobbing on the floor of her room, Elena with her arms wrapped around her best friend doing her best to comfort her as tears fell down her own cheeks. Elena stared at Stefan imploringly as he stood in the doorway 'I don't understand!' her eyes screamed at him.

Neither do I, he thought as he tried, once again, to contact his brother, his cell phone pressed to his ear.

AN: Will remain a one shot unless support, or inspiration, convinces me otherwise.
Tell me what you think. hate it, love it, love it but hate it (like i do)

Jul. 14th, 2010

Writer's Block: No place like home

What are five things you love about where you live and five things that you hate? How does it compare to previous places you've lived?

I live in the semi-country of Victoria, Australia.

What I Love.
1. It's quiet
2. It's beautiful
3. It's cold and it's hot (sometimes even at the same time, or not far apart anyway)
4. It's not too close to...anything really
5. The wildlife

What I hate
1. It's far away from most things (school, shops, the city)
2. Pretty much nothing/no one of interest is within walking distance
3. storms knock out our satelite TV
4. in winter I swear it's colder INSIDE my house than it is outside.
5. To me it feels like it's freezing, yet we never get snow:(

I've never lived anywhere but i did spend a few weeks in France with a host family and i loved the fact that it a) snowed there! b) when it was cold IT WAS COLD c) it was GREEN, unlike Australia was at the time.

There definitely is "no place like home".

Jun. 24th, 2010

First Entry

So I'm new to this...I'm not sure how well it'll go or what i'll use it for, probably writing if anyone's interested.

I think this'll be a learn as you go experience...I might not use it at all because I cant work out how it all works...

Anyway that's all for now, i just wanted to have SOMETHING here.

If anyone has anything to say/tips they'd be greatly appreciated and just...comment or whatever