Bamon Fanfiction. Season 4/The show-"In the tomb" (Part 2)
The Show/Season 4/Fanfiction:
Last Time: Damon finds himself trapped in a tomb where he finds Bonnie there also trapped. She opens the entrance with magic but can't lift the no exit vampire spell so leaves Damon to go and get help.
Damon's face was pressed hard into the foul smelling carpet. He was in a large room with nothing but the thread bare carpet, a large empty feu place and a small round table, tableau with livres and candles on it. The witch laughed and shot his leg again. She was tormenting him.
"You're a witch-why don't toi use spells?" asked Damon looking up into the face of the witch.
She was tall and willowy with very long black hair. Her eyes were like slits as they watched Damon writhe on the floor as he struggled to remove a wooden bullet from his leg.
"Because wooden bullets will hurt more-to you. But if toi would like me to do both-I will," she added menacingly.
"Nah-I'm cool thanks!" replied Damon throwing the wooden bullet across the room. "Where the hell am I witch?"
"An old building in the woods suivant to Mystic Falls-witches used to meet here, in fact Emily Bennett used to come here. No one knew of course. We witches then couldn't parade our witchcraft ou we'd be burnt!"
"Ah-that sucks! Doesn't matter whether Emily paraded her 'witchy stuff', she burnt at the stake anyway."
"Katherine...." mused the witch smiling a little. "That chienne betrayed Emily after years of service...."
Damon shrugged. "She looked out for herself! That's what toi do right?"
The witch did not reply but asked. "So where is the Bennett brat-how did she escape!"
"You mean Bonnie? Well she busted those rocks right open and went-"
"Shame she left without you..."
"Yeah shame-but if she hadn't we wouldn't hsve been having this nice little chat together would we?"
"Enough with your games!" spat the witch as she shot him in the shoulder. He grunted as he scrabbled to pull the bullet out.
He looked up and behind the witch stood Bonnie. Her eyes alight with anger. He expected her to raise her hands ready to perform a spell but she didn't. She reached onto the table, tableau picked up the largest book which came first to her touch and struck the witch hard over the head with it. She crumpled where she stood-dropping the gun to the floor. Damon stared.
"Nice work-Bennett," he a dit as he tried to pull another bullet out of his leg.
"Thankyou"
"Where's Stefan?"
"Couldn't find him!" replied Bonnie. "I went to the boarding house and the Grill but no sign of him anywhere ou Elena...."
"What about barbie?" enquired Damon.
"Huh?"
"Caroline!"
"I couldn't find CAROLINE either!"
Damon got up and looked around the room. "They chose a pretty crap meeting place if toi ask me!"
"Come on!" a dit Bonnie turning and walking to the door!
"What? We just gonna leave her here?" asked Damon in disbelief. "I am not letting this chienne walk around after what happened! I say I brake her neck!"
Bonnie considered him. Her hand on the door knob.
"I'm not sure Damon...."
"She tried to kill me...." a dit Damon slyly.
"I know-but killing her won't solve anything-there's plus than one of them. I'm not sure where though...."
Damon yawned. "I am not leaving her here-she could wake up at any minute!"
"A Bennett witch? In league with a vampire?" Bonnie looked over to where the voice was coming from. Another witch had just entered through another door. "Disgracing the name of Bennett to help-" she looked up and down at Damon and finished with immense distaste "A Salvatore?"
Damon moved towards Bonnie. Bonnie opened the door which lead out to a clearing in the woods. It was dark. The moonlight shone into the room.
"Oh don't run Bonnie-I was hoping we could have a little talk."
"About what?" asked Bonnie, her voice dignified.
"Oh I'm not sure...about choosing sides....."
Damon raised an eyebrow. He moved towards her.
"Damon noooo...." hissed Bonnie at him but he was already running at her. She raised her hand lazily and sent him flying into the table, tableau where he lay-quite still suivant to the other witch.
Bonnie gulped, staring down at Damon.
"I see you've taken care of Lucinda," the witch remarked gesturing to the other witch on the floor.
Bonnie backed outside and onto the leaf strewn floor. The witch walked after her, her strides fast and furious. She grabbed Bonnie par the hair and began to drag Bonnie across the floor. Bonnie screamed. Her head felt like it would divisé, split open. The pain was terrible.
Something stirred in Damon. Bonnie. She needed his help. He ran outside. The witch pulled Bonnie up and put a couteau to her neck and pressed. Small beads of blood appeared from Bonnie's neck.
"Let. Her. Go." Damon a dit fury building up inside him.
"Not one step closer....." a dit the witch calmly pressing the couteau harder. "Or your little girlfriend's had it!"
Tears pricked at her eyes, fogging her vision. Bonnie blinked. One minute he was there. The suivant he wasn't. He was gone. He had left her for dead. And then the witch's head lolled onto Bonnie shoulder. Her arm went limp and the couteau dropped to the floor with a small thunk. Bonnie turned and met the eyes that saw no more, the eyes of the witch's. She exclaimed in horror! A tear trickling down her cheek and then the body was wrenched off her and Damon's arms were around her. Her head was pounding as she cried into his arms. If someone had told Damon earlier that jour that Bonnie Bennett would be crying into his arm he wouldn't have believed them and if someone had told Bonnie that she would be crying into Damon's arms she would have hidden her face in shame but Bonnie felt no shame. It was warm in his arms and she felt safe. Damon breathed into her hair and felt her shake in his arms. He knew then that he always wanted to be in her company and always wanted to be there to protect her no that she needed it much he thought with a smile as the memory of her sending him flying over the room in the boarding house came to mind. He had danced with her that night and she had died trying to bring down Klaus. He thought of his words to Elena too that night "I would gladly let her die..." it was strange. those words didn't seem so true now and he felt ashamed to have uttered something so heartless....after all the times Bonnie had saved him-for no reason. Bonnie turned to face him. She had stopped crying though her tear tracks on her cheeks glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes shone up at him, her lips slightly parted.
"You won," she a dit into the silence.
"Won what?" he asked distractedly.
"The competition!" she gave a watery smile.
He looked at her and drew his face nearer to her. Any minute now he'd feel pain on one of his cheeks where she'd slap him any time now just like Elena had done when he'd tried to Kiss her with compulsion but no slap came. They're lips met under the starry night.
To be continued..... :)
The Show/Season 4/Fanfiction:
Last Time: Damon finds himself trapped in a tomb where he finds Bonnie there also trapped. She opens the entrance with magic but can't lift the no exit vampire spell so leaves Damon to go and get help.
Damon's face was pressed hard into the foul smelling carpet. He was in a large room with nothing but the thread bare carpet, a large empty feu place and a small round table, tableau with livres and candles on it. The witch laughed and shot his leg again. She was tormenting him.
"You're a witch-why don't toi use spells?" asked Damon looking up into the face of the witch.
She was tall and willowy with very long black hair. Her eyes were like slits as they watched Damon writhe on the floor as he struggled to remove a wooden bullet from his leg.
"Because wooden bullets will hurt more-to you. But if toi would like me to do both-I will," she added menacingly.
"Nah-I'm cool thanks!" replied Damon throwing the wooden bullet across the room. "Where the hell am I witch?"
"An old building in the woods suivant to Mystic Falls-witches used to meet here, in fact Emily Bennett used to come here. No one knew of course. We witches then couldn't parade our witchcraft ou we'd be burnt!"
"Ah-that sucks! Doesn't matter whether Emily paraded her 'witchy stuff', she burnt at the stake anyway."
"Katherine...." mused the witch smiling a little. "That chienne betrayed Emily after years of service...."
Damon shrugged. "She looked out for herself! That's what toi do right?"
The witch did not reply but asked. "So where is the Bennett brat-how did she escape!"
"You mean Bonnie? Well she busted those rocks right open and went-"
"Shame she left without you..."
"Yeah shame-but if she hadn't we wouldn't hsve been having this nice little chat together would we?"
"Enough with your games!" spat the witch as she shot him in the shoulder. He grunted as he scrabbled to pull the bullet out.
He looked up and behind the witch stood Bonnie. Her eyes alight with anger. He expected her to raise her hands ready to perform a spell but she didn't. She reached onto the table, tableau picked up the largest book which came first to her touch and struck the witch hard over the head with it. She crumpled where she stood-dropping the gun to the floor. Damon stared.
"Nice work-Bennett," he a dit as he tried to pull another bullet out of his leg.
"Thankyou"
"Where's Stefan?"
"Couldn't find him!" replied Bonnie. "I went to the boarding house and the Grill but no sign of him anywhere ou Elena...."
"What about barbie?" enquired Damon.
"Huh?"
"Caroline!"
"I couldn't find CAROLINE either!"
Damon got up and looked around the room. "They chose a pretty crap meeting place if toi ask me!"
"Come on!" a dit Bonnie turning and walking to the door!
"What? We just gonna leave her here?" asked Damon in disbelief. "I am not letting this chienne walk around after what happened! I say I brake her neck!"
Bonnie considered him. Her hand on the door knob.
"I'm not sure Damon...."
"She tried to kill me...." a dit Damon slyly.
"I know-but killing her won't solve anything-there's plus than one of them. I'm not sure where though...."
Damon yawned. "I am not leaving her here-she could wake up at any minute!"
"A Bennett witch? In league with a vampire?" Bonnie looked over to where the voice was coming from. Another witch had just entered through another door. "Disgracing the name of Bennett to help-" she looked up and down at Damon and finished with immense distaste "A Salvatore?"
Damon moved towards Bonnie. Bonnie opened the door which lead out to a clearing in the woods. It was dark. The moonlight shone into the room.
"Oh don't run Bonnie-I was hoping we could have a little talk."
"About what?" asked Bonnie, her voice dignified.
"Oh I'm not sure...about choosing sides....."
Damon raised an eyebrow. He moved towards her.
"Damon noooo...." hissed Bonnie at him but he was already running at her. She raised her hand lazily and sent him flying into the table, tableau where he lay-quite still suivant to the other witch.
Bonnie gulped, staring down at Damon.
"I see you've taken care of Lucinda," the witch remarked gesturing to the other witch on the floor.
Bonnie backed outside and onto the leaf strewn floor. The witch walked after her, her strides fast and furious. She grabbed Bonnie par the hair and began to drag Bonnie across the floor. Bonnie screamed. Her head felt like it would divisé, split open. The pain was terrible.
Something stirred in Damon. Bonnie. She needed his help. He ran outside. The witch pulled Bonnie up and put a couteau to her neck and pressed. Small beads of blood appeared from Bonnie's neck.
"Let. Her. Go." Damon a dit fury building up inside him.
"Not one step closer....." a dit the witch calmly pressing the couteau harder. "Or your little girlfriend's had it!"
Tears pricked at her eyes, fogging her vision. Bonnie blinked. One minute he was there. The suivant he wasn't. He was gone. He had left her for dead. And then the witch's head lolled onto Bonnie shoulder. Her arm went limp and the couteau dropped to the floor with a small thunk. Bonnie turned and met the eyes that saw no more, the eyes of the witch's. She exclaimed in horror! A tear trickling down her cheek and then the body was wrenched off her and Damon's arms were around her. Her head was pounding as she cried into his arms. If someone had told Damon earlier that jour that Bonnie Bennett would be crying into his arm he wouldn't have believed them and if someone had told Bonnie that she would be crying into Damon's arms she would have hidden her face in shame but Bonnie felt no shame. It was warm in his arms and she felt safe. Damon breathed into her hair and felt her shake in his arms. He knew then that he always wanted to be in her company and always wanted to be there to protect her no that she needed it much he thought with a smile as the memory of her sending him flying over the room in the boarding house came to mind. He had danced with her that night and she had died trying to bring down Klaus. He thought of his words to Elena too that night "I would gladly let her die..." it was strange. those words didn't seem so true now and he felt ashamed to have uttered something so heartless....after all the times Bonnie had saved him-for no reason. Bonnie turned to face him. She had stopped crying though her tear tracks on her cheeks glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes shone up at him, her lips slightly parted.
"You won," she a dit into the silence.
"Won what?" he asked distractedly.
"The competition!" she gave a watery smile.
He looked at her and drew his face nearer to her. Any minute now he'd feel pain on one of his cheeks where she'd slap him any time now just like Elena had done when he'd tried to Kiss her with compulsion but no slap came. They're lips met under the starry night.
To be continued..... :)
