Knocking On Heaven's Door (It's Getting Dark Too Dark to See.)

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Knocking on Heaven's Door (It's Getting Dark Too Dark to See.)

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

Winston Churchill.

Chapter One

Caedmon

Elena

'Bonnie Bennett, what the hell is that?' asked Caroline, leaning dangerously close over Elena's shoulder to examine the object in her hands.

Elena would have thought the five-foot two witch hadn't heard her, if the twinkle in Bonnie's irises weren't apparent after she rolled her eyes: 'It's obvious Caroline; it's a baseball bat. You've seen one before—' she said waving her hand in a so- so manner, Elena fought very hard to school the laugh starting to bubble in her throat, as Bonnie plopped a bunch of grapes into her mouth. 'It's a part of America's favourite pastime.'

'I know that. But why'd the hell you get Elena a baseball bat? She doesn't even play. — Stefan do you play? 'Caroline said over her shoulder looking up at the youngest Salvatore brother. Stefan lips lightly brushed Elena's forehead, small vibrations of mirth tingled down her spine.

'Don't laugh at me Stefan Salvatore, It's a legitimate weapon. I couldn't get her a gun, could I?' Bonnie said with a serious look on her face.

'Why a baseball bat, though?' Caroline pressed on with a perseverance only Caroline Forbes – Beautiful, bubbly and vampiric — could pull off.

'With everyone who has an agenda against her, I thought you lot would be happy she finally has a weapon to defend herself with,' Bonnie said, before her serene expression slowly dissolved into a scowl. She cocked her head to the side in an oddly bird like manner, that unnerved Elena. 'His mother, his sister and a certain person's brother for one who seems to have a penchant for causing chaos whenever Elena's in the vicinity,' Bonnie said dryly.

Elena was about to ask her what was bothering her; when a smooth, dry tone broke into the group's conversation.

"Well I haven't killed her yet, doesn't that count for anything,' Damon and his liquid inquisition slid into sight, with something that looked like a present in hand. 'Happy well done for surviving your life with a vampire boyfriend day, Elena. — And who the hell came up with this idea anyway? Blondie?'

Caroline puffed up like an outraged owl who looked ready to squawk her indignation (in spite of Damon being dead on the mark), wedged herself closer between the couch and Elena. They were all in the Gilbert's living room: Stefan hovered behind the couch, hand playing with a strand of her hair; Matt sat on the left, the furthest side of the couch; while a space was left free between Matt and Elena.

Elena exchanged Bonnie's bat on the table for Damon's, as the older Salvatore made to sit next to her; but what seemed like a flash, Bonnie poised the baseball bat in the space between Matt and Elena, possessively.

Elena couldn't help but shake her head at the spit fire that was about to erupt between her best friend and the vampire. It was concurrent and especially with what had happened yesterday, they were all standing on a volatile land mine when it came to those two. It was no secret the two didn't get along, but as she watched a roguish – almost sweet – smile blossom on Bonnie's lips. Elena felt the need to yell to everyone: "Duck and cover!"

'Damon, this seat is occupied. If you take it … I'll use this beautiful rosewood baseball bat I brought for my best friend, and beat you with it.' Bonnie began, and for someone with moss green eyes, when her's locked with Damon's azure ones, Elena felt like the room had been plunged into the arctic sea. Maybe — Elena reasoned with herself for the umpteenth time that day — Damon should have been uninvited to the party, or shown any interest in attending. But a flash of screaming, and pale limbs falling out her bedroom window, popped into her mind. Elena caught the tail end of Bonnie's threat: 'You paedophilic bastard.' And ducked her head, hiding her smile.

Damon was too preoccupied with pissing Bonnie off, to even notice Elena. 'Oh Bonnie, so loyal, so sweet. Where'd you have to pull that backbone of yours out of? Because yesterday — Owh!' Damon yelled, and everyone attempted to hold back a laugh as Damon's eyes widened, and Bonnie juggled the bat in her hands from left to right.

'That hurt!' he hissed.

Bonnie raised a brow at him and inclined her head — as Damon continued to rub his arm while Bonnie turned around and said: 'I'll hit you again too, free of charge,' in a chipper tone. — An open acknowledgement of what happened between the two of them last night inside Elena's bedroom passed between all three of them.

An ugly flush blotted Elena's cheeks, and she felt Stefan press his cool hands in inquiry. Elena's gaze remained transfixed on Bonnie's retreating back as she informed the room: 'I'll get the cake.'

Damon, a glutton for punishment followed Bonnie into the kitchen a smirk on his lips.

'You know Bon – Bon, in light of yesterday I could see you and I going a few rounds,' said Damon's voice floating into the living room. 'All you have to do is use those witchy wrists of yours a few times and then we've got a game on our hands.'

Caroline blanched, shock and a mixture of disgust coloured her cheeks. While Stefan threw a concerned and confused look over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.

'Ah, but the question of the day is Damon, how long would you be able to keep it up?'

Caroline snorts sounded in the air as they all saw a demure Bonnie re-enter the living room with an irate Damon, whose cerulean gaze bore into the back of her skull.

'You know Bonnie, I'm trying to be civil here; maintain this little thing the Martian people like to call a conversation.'

Caroline dove for the coffee table and rearranged the presents Elena already had, to give space for the cake. Bonnie finished placing the cake on the table, before throwing him a withering look.

'Go fuck yourself Damon.'

'Come on Judgy, you're starting to sound like Blondie. And that's not a good look for you,' said Damon, leaning against the door frame.

'Hey!' chorused Caroline, Bonnie and Matt.

'Just stating facts, Blondie;' he said, ignoring the other two, 'when have you ever seen Bonnie, so happy, so bouncy?'

Elena bent her head in her hands, the urge the shake it swept through her. Why couldn't he just be … oh she didn't know — normal. Why was it he had to always antagonise somebody. He was like a child with ADHD, Elena thought, jumping from his role as aggravator of one person to another. Wasn't today supposed to be her day with Stefan? And why was he even here? After yesterday, she'd been surprised he hadn't gone on a destructive bender and ripped into half the throats in town.

Instead Stefan had told her, while reading a book in the library, Damon had staggered in with a bottle of bourbon — "picking glass out of his arm,"— poured several glasses for himself, with an affixed expression akin to shell shock stuck there. What had happened yesterday must have really got to him. Good — Elena repeated to herself. He should have never gone for Bonnie like that.

Caroline snapped: 'A, Damon when have you ever cared? And B, before she met you. You're a disease.'

'A, I don't, and B, I think your exaggerating. I'm sure she's always been judgy, moody, bitch—'

'Damon! Please, it's my day, don't ruin it for me,' said Elena softly, from the corner of her eye, she saw Bonnie's eyes briefly flash silver.

The heavy weight of Damon's eyes began to consume her, his gaze rested a little too long on her to simply be considered polite. And while Stefan coughed Elena sighed. Elena thought you could literally feel "the awkward in the room."

'Sure, Elena.'

He'll never take no for an answer, will he? she asked herself. And finally got a good look at her cake. It was a cute cake, in the shape of a paperback book left open with white frosting posing as book pages and, iced on the cake was 'Happy well done for surviving, blah-blah, sorry it's so long to write, Elena, remember this is not the party cake.'

Elena read it and laughed. 'Who made this?'

'The fabulous Bonnie Bennett and the marvellous Caroline Forbes!' announced Caroline, beaming at Elena with shining eyes. 'Okay, the design was all my idea. But Bonnie made sure the filling was buttercream just how you both like it.'

Caroline for all her strengths, just wasn't much of a baker.

'It looks so good you two, what's the frosting, Care?' said Matt leaning forwards, gaze on the cake; his finger hovered dangerously above the cake before Caroline not so playfully slapped his finger away.

'Owh!'

'No touchy.'

Elena chuckled again.

'This is great you guys, but you know we can't cut it right now! Not without Jer.' Elena said, sounding wistful.

Stefan placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

'What are you getting even more doe eyed for, Elena? It's not like he died again in the space of twenty-four hours, or did the witch cast another bit of hocus pocus to bring him back?' Damon asked in a lame attempt to coax Bonnie's attention.

She'd been talking animatedly to Matt before, barely casting a look at him over her shoulder.

'Piss off.'

'Let's all give a clap for Bonnie Bennett, the slayer of one liners,' he said dryly.

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

Damon then looked back at Elena and repeated:

'Where is baby Gilbert? Making me wait for my cake to go, is reminding me of how unwanted I am. And we wouldn't want that would we?' His tone was a mixture of biting and yearning. It almost made her squirm, but then she reminded herself, she had Stefan with her. He always does that — she thought — he always expects something of me. Even when he knows I'm with Stefan. She never broke eye contact. She refused. Something like a smirk flicked the corner of his lip upwards.

'Jeremy,' Bonnie said putting emphasis on his name, 'is coming through the door right now.' She looked away from Damon and picked up her conversation with Matt.

As if on cue the front door could be heard opening. Damon rested his eyes on Bonnie.

'How'd you know that?'

'— Can't you see I'm talking here?' Bonnie said directing a hand to Matt, who glowered at the vampire. Damon served her a shrug as she stated in a dead-pan: 'I'm psychic.'

Both Caroline and Elena shared a blast from the past, as their snorts of laughter bounced off the walls. A gag not so long ago, all three girls had once shared in the early days of Elena and Stefan's relationship.

'Well good for you, "That so Bonnie", should I write into your show my question: Are you still a witch?" he said.

An expression of great satisfaction clouded Damon's face as he watched Bonnie fight to hold back the smile that threatened to appear on her face. He seemed so proud of himself, Elena wasn't too sure if he caught — or was even bothering to listen — to Stefan's words: 'You can be both clairvoyant and a witch, Damon.'

'Never remember asking for an occult lesson, sir broody.'

'You're just lucky it was free of charge, Damon. Or he'd be expecting an exchange for that piece of vital information,' said Bonnie, something wicked played behind her green orbs.

'I'm fresh out of stock, but maybe I can go and print more copies of those nudes you sent me last week.'

While Elena felt another flush spot her cheeks, and Stefan's hand angrily shake on her shoulder. Bonnie barely blinked.

'By nudes do you mean my turning you into a toad and coating you in brine? Oh, I've heard that stings too, but we can always have that arranged.' Bonnie countered.

Damon blinked owlishly back at her, as Caroline, and Matt's laughter filled the room, while Elena and Stefan anticipated Damon's counter attack.

'You're cute Bonnie, I'll give you that; not very smart. Just fucking annoying.'

Caroline murmured, 'That was the closest thing to an apology I've heard leave his mouth. When he used to call me stupid ….' Elena wasn't too sure if anyone else had heard her; the vampires, sure, because Damon's jaw twitched and Stefan coughed, his judging gaze crowding his brother.

Jeremy came in at the same time Caroline softly spoke and said even louder: 'Happy whatever the long name is, Elena!'

He rushed forwards, leaned over the cake, completely ignoring the cake's personal space, and barely avoided it. Thank God — Elena mused, or Caroline would've murdered him without a blink of remorse, and hugged her.

'Thanks, Jer,' she said, almost swaying.

'So, should we turn off the lights, burn the candles and start singing, very badly, but with the spirit of the Jackson five?' said Bonnie.

'Calm down Janet, there's seven of us.'

Bonnie bit the inside of her cheek, before counting to three and said: 'Well if you leave, there'd be six. Problem solved.'

'Evidently the education system failed you, because that doesn't make five.'

Before they could continue snapping at one another, Elena cut in: 'It's okay you guys, Stefan and I don't need to sing, so that makes five. Unless, Damon really doesn't want to sing?' Elena said looking at Damon.

Damon smirked down at her and said: 'My voice is the gift that keeps on giving.'

Caroline opened her mouth and Elena was sure, like almost everyone in the room the words — "Yeah, the gift of herpes." (Or insert talk of some other venereal disease) teetered on the edge of her tongue. So, Elena quickly added, too brightly: 'Okay then, so let's go, * Oh baby give me one more—'

'No!' screamed everyone but Bonnie.

The cute brunette was rather flummoxed as she looked around her friends. As cute and lovely as she was, Elena Gilbert much like Caroline who wasn't much of a cook, was not a singer.

Bonnie threw her a sympathetic smile.

'You ready,' began Caroline. 'One, two, and three…'

Bonnie

'Do you really need to go?' said Elena, hugging her best friend tightly. Bonnie was so much smaller than her, that sometimes when Elena looked down at her she reminded Elena of a freshmen. Standing at five feet two, she wasn't exactly shaped like an awkward teenager though. Bonnie had curves on her that Elena would kill for. She had these fantastic legs that she liked to hide behind jeans, like she was doing now, even though it was June and very warm outside.

Bonnie pulled away just enough to look up at her, and offered a smile that crinkled her pretty almond green eyes.

'Yeah, sorry, I wouldn't' leave but it's an emergency. Grams needs me, you know. But don't worry Elena, I'll be back tonight. I promise,' she said releasing her friend.

Elena nodded, wrapping her arms around herself to fill the warmth Bonnie left.

Bonnie walked away from the Gilbert's front porch, hands buried in her pockets. She had created some distance between the Gilbert residence, when she heard someone walking up behind her and match her pace. Bonnie closed her eyes, enjoyed the healthy summer breeze tickling her cheeks, making her hair fly unceremoniously against her face, and hummed very loudly.

A new gust of air brushed her cheeks; it was warm, annoying and belonged to a homicidal vampire by the name of: 'Damon, are you lost?' she said, scarcely opening one eye to peak at him from under her lashes.

Beautiful, if not cool blue eyes examined her. They were like a stereoscope, pressing on her chest, her arms, legs, mouth and finally rested on her open eye.

'Just came out here, to confirm that our status still reads: hates each other, right?' he said.

A small sigh escaped Bonnie's lips before she slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at him. They were walking side by side, and were finger tips apart, if she'd wanted to — and where that want would come from, she wondered profusely — all she'd have to do lean a breath closer and brush knuckles with him.

She refocused her gaze on him, and appeared to be pondering, before saying: 'I despise you with the intensity of one hundred trapped witches in the witches' house, so I'm sure that sums it up pretty nicely?' she paused, and while he followed her lead, he did not take her bait, and look her directly in the eye. 'Why are you here Damon?'

'Isn't it obvious Bon – Bon? I came after you to ask you something really — and I mean really important—' he said offering her puppy dog eyes.

She could see how it worked on Elena, and nearly every other woman with a pulse. He had beautiful eyes … and features too. He was the kind of man whose face you never grew tired of looking at — if only his personality didn't draw bile to her throat. He was definitely a puppy, alright — she'd decided, as her eyes roamed his thick mane of raven hair, — A fucking moaning ass puppy. Who always throws tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants.

'So, what is it Damon, spill? What have you got to say that warrants my interest.' She knew she was layering their usual antagonistic "tete a tete"a bit thick, but if it wasn't for the fact she got a sadistic kick out of parrying barbs with him. He would've been set on fire, ages ago.

'What if I told you I was you know — you know, that word—' His eyes were doing that bugging thing when he was usually trying to scare someone, but whatever emphasis he was trying to make this time, went over her head; '— when you feel really bad about what you've done and wonder how you should make it up to the person (you). It's like this really annoying word I've forgotten is associated with the words that leave your mouth: "I forgive you,". And Bon—'

Bonnie rolled her eyes. 'The word is sorry, Damon. The words that should be leaving your lips are "I'm sorry." Jeez.'

'See that's why you're so smart little witch, so I'm that word—' Bonnie rolled her eyes again and sped up. Willing to put as much distance between themselves as possible. 'Okay, okay. I'm sorry Bonnie, did you hear that? I'm sorry for almost killing you yesterday. Truce?' he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bonnie came to an abrupt stop, if not for his vampire reflexes she was sure he would have walked right into her.

'Are you fucking kidding me Damon,' her voice dropped dangerously low. She squinted up at him, trying to avoid the sun's rays, 'you tried to kill me, again! And you think sorry, sorry is the fix all of everything? — Argh, you're actually ridiculous!' She almost stomped her foot and cast her hand back to slap him, but then she hissed through her teeth: 'You're just lucky I stopped you, and that Elena has a good heart!' With each word that left her mouth, the octave of her voice had risen, to a frequency the birds could hear.

She was shaking with anger, her eyes blazing, while Damon blinked at her.

'Hey, hey — I'm giving you the rare and exclusive opportunity to get an apology out of me and your raging at me. Like not cool dude.' he said with a surfer dude's drawl, his hands hovering dangerously above her shoulders. 'I'm just trying to be a gentleman and simply ask can we start again, be friends. I won't bite, pun not intended,' he flashed her his most charming smile, but all Bonnie could see were his fangs; leering down at her, gaze fixed on her neck.

She shivered and snapped: 'You're disgusting,' and took a step back. Damon matched her step and loomed over her. His artic gaze foraged hers.

'First of all, Bon – Bon, rude. Secondly, what did I do wrong now? I apologised and am trying to be friends here, maybe even besties. As a sign of our new friendship we could—'

Bonnie jabbed him hard in the chest, and he winced, 'And that's exactly your problem, Damon.'

'What?' he snapped acerbically, still rubbing his chest cage.

'Friendship! It's not one of your games you love to play. Unlike you I take the idea of friendship very seriously. Let's clarify facts: you almost killed me you vampire scum, and now you're making some kind of sick joke out of it. The last time I checked facing death at the hands of a sociopathic vampire, again, in the space of two years, must mean said vampire is a piece of shit,' she said as she pushed passed him, heading towards her Grams house. 'So, no Damon, never. We can never be friends.'

An amuse twinkle flashed in his eye, before he flashed in front of her and interrupted her path. 'Hey, now that's not fair,' he crowded her personal space as he was all too used to doing. 'If Elena, Caroline, even her mom can trust me, then why can't —'

'You might have everyone in this town fooled, but not me Damon. We don't have to be friends. Because we'd never work — you want things. You could never care about me, so it'd be waste of both our time. And we both know between the two of us it will always be Elena.' The tick in his jaw became very prominent. A sly smirk curled Bonnie's lip, as she leaned into him. Only their shirts created distance between them. 'You don't hide it very well, Damon. Especially with what happened yesterday, you made it painfully clear you don't care about me, when you tried to rip my throat out. You're only apologising because you want to bring home evidence to Elena that you're a decent guy.' She offered him a blasé shrug very reminiscent of his own. 'Sorry, Vlad, no shortcut for you towards the heart of Elena Gilbert.'

Bonnie was surprised he'd let her go, she didn't look back. She twiddled her fingers, her thoughts returning to her destination, and the visitor who'd be waiting for her on Gram's porch.

"Poor, poor Bonnie Bennett, I think someone's sounds very jealous, you might not want to be my friend, but vying for my attention like that does get a boy all giddy,' Damon breathed softly into her ear; each word tickled her earlobe. And her traitorous body confused her; she couldn't tell if the shudder running down her body was from revulsion or pleasure. He'd approached her softly, footsteps feather soft like the croon of his tone.

A hot flicker of annoyance coursed through her, as she cut her eyes to his handsome profile. He was smirking at her, blue eyes laughing obnoxiously with ill-disguised mirth. She should just set him ablaze right then and there on the quiet suburban street. That, or she should have brought her Prius to the party and avoided him entirely.

'Doesn't it bother you, that you're not number one, on anyone's list? Ben didn't want you, Anna wanted to use you, and for me, you were simply in my way last night. It seems like you'll always be second best, even after Caroline.'

Bonnie stopped walking; dropping her eyes to the pavement. Two years, she'd known Damon Salvatore by association of his brother and her best friend's relationship. Before he'd came barrelling into town she'd hardly needed to count the amount of gum on the floor or listen to the birds randomly singing. She used to be able to control them — the golden flecks that appeared out of nowhere, floating around her with no rhyme or rhythm. She'd once thought they could lay dormant.

'Calm down Bonnie, its Damon he just wants to get under your skin. You're better than this,' she whispered to herself.

'Did I hit a nerve, useless one? Oh great —'
His words battered at her subconscious, but her eyes followed the golden flecks.

Shit — she thought to herself, — and damn every supernatural who's come into town.

They were latching onto her arm, sinking into her skin like paint and her arm was a wall. The golden flecks blotched her caramel tone, turning her a rich gold.

Calm down Bonnie — she chided herself.

In a futile attempt, she shoved her right hand deeper into her pocket, while her left hand attempted to cover her wrist the best she could.

'That's nice Damon, but I've got to go,' She said sounding off –handed, but Damon was obviously determined to riyal her up. She wondered idly to herself, why the universe was punishing her.

'What's wrong Bennett? Did I hit a nerve? Was I —'

'Excuse me, but I think your harassing my friend. Do you mind leaving her alone?'

Bonnie's eyes flew open to see a man towering over herself and Damon. Six feet, with dirty blond hair curling around the nape of his neck, his oddly sweet appearance was set off by his tapping foot. He watched Damon.

Bonnie stared at the man, relief enveloped her as she let out a breath. A crescent line of gold fell from her face evaporating into warm air. She hadn't even noticed, they were starting to attach themselves onto the rest of her body.

The newcomer smirked down at Damon.

'Darling, is he harassing you?' said the newcomer, his thumb caressed the curve of her jaw. Bonnie beamed up at him.

'I'm okay,' — the "now," was left out of her sentence— and took a purposeful step towards him.

'New boyfriend, Bonnie?' Damon asked.

Bonnie wrapped her small hands around the newcomer's arm, leaned in closer to him, and for an added bonus kissed him on the cheek. 'Cad, I told you already I'd meet you at my Grams peas for brains.'

She always kissed him on the cheek, but was grateful when she heard his low chuckle and his reply: 'True, but you were taking longer than expected Calista, and I was worried about you.'

'How sweet, maybe you two should double date with team Stefan and Elena and coat this town with all your goodness and love for one an—'

'Weren't you leaving Damon Salvatore?' said Cad.

Damon, who'd been grinning a moment ago, levelled a cool look on the newcomer. Bonnie saw his eyes darken and the flittering of his true vampire face.

Overdramatic much — she thought.

'How do you know my name?'

'Defensive aren't we, Salvatore, overcompensating in front of the lady, are we?'

A snarl ripped past Damon's lips, making him sound very much like the werewolf he was not.

Cad rolled his eyes, before extending his hand to Damon.

'Relax, my girlfriend told me about you. I'm Cad.'

'Cadddd— is that it?'

'Caedmon.'

'Sounds old. I don't see it, an older guy chasing after you? What did Sheila say?'

'I don't think you can see it now, but I'm doubled over with laughter, Damon, I can't believe you're so funny,' said Bonnie in her best valley girl impression. 'Well at least I'm in a healthy relationship and not some twenty something year old guy, trying to get in the pants of a just legal eighteen-year-old girl, who is very happy with her loving boyfriend; who happens to be your brother.'

'You know it would be so easy, just one turn of my wrist, little witch," Damon said darkly.

Bonnie shrugged under Cad's arm draped over her shoulder, and rotated them away from the eldest Salvatore. 'You won't though Damon.'

'Why the hell not, Bon – Bon?' he said, his tone thick with sarcasm.

'Elena.'

A smile curled her lips as she led Cad towards the park; she looked back and saw Damon glowering at her.

Game, set, match — she thought to herself.

Bonnie

'Seriously Cad I told you I'd meet you at Grams,' said Bonnie brandishing her ice cream cone he'd brought her. They walked through the park. The sounds of little kids screech of delight running after each other, or challenging each other with ridiculous dares sounded in their ears.

Cad shrugged away the frown on her face.

'And I already told you, I was worried — and maybe I was right, that Damon guy—'

'Forget him, seriously,' said Bonnie looking down at the ground, grinding her teeth, 'did you come for the report, or to just hang out with little old Bonnie Bennett?'

'Maybe a bit of both?' he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Bonnie giggled, and elbowed him gently, again.

'I sort of missed you, you know that Cad?'

'I am pretty miss-able,' he said smiling down at her.

They'd stopped walking, smiling like idiots at each other, before he coughed, and moved a stray strand of hair. He tucked it behind her ear and watch the heat crawl up her neck; she looked down at the floor, biting her lower lip.

'I'd call you a tease, you know, if we were actually dating,' said Bonnie.

He'd always made her blush, the first time they'd met in her Grams house, she'd been wrapped up in a fluffy white towel and he'd said something stupid that made her simultaneously blush and giggle.

'Okay, Elena, wrote — I mean told me about her day...' Bonnie began to recite at a casual pace all that Elena had remembered about the day before. '… Damon came in her room, again — (He's so persistent) — and tried to convince her (again) that they would be good together. Elena being Elena told him that it would always be Stefan, and once (again) Damon snapped,' she sounded thoughtful as she recited snippets of the day before. 'Bad timing on my part — I decided to come and visit Elena so she could tell me about her day. Damon saw me, lost it, and I became his new target.'

'So why do you sound guilty?'

"Because I threw him out of the window,' Bonnie grumbled, when he blinked at her, she added, '… with my bare hands. For years I thought I'd be able to conceal that part of myself to just Elena and me. But then he comes and I loss it… usually I just set him on fire, but a part of me—'

'Bonnie stop that, look at me, there's no need to be ashamed. It was clearly self-defence,' reasoned Cad. 'And I doubt he'll think anything of it, you can say you channelled a strengthening spell.'

Bonnie finally looked at him.

'Maybe, but sometimes, I just get so angry. I feel like I've been angry of late for so long.— And oh yeah, it's been so quiet. No sign of Katherine and Caroline's doing … well, being what she is now.'

'Angry, yeah I can see that. Your arm…' he said pointedly looking at Bonnie, whose eyes widened as she realised she'd forgotten about her golden arm. She let out a grateful breath as the golden flecks fell and disappeared back to where they came from.

'You do have to be more careful,' he added casually.

'I know, Cad.'

An odd silence filled the air between them; one Bonnie didn't like.

'So, you're okay with her now?'

'Who Kath — nope. Care?' Bonnie said, and smiled up at him, 'Right, I mean yeah, it's Caroline you know, vampire or not ... she's still Caroline.'

'What was that about Katherine?'

'Not much we just haven't seen her, she hasn't come back into town to ruin the lives of others in a while but... don't worry if she comes back I'll update you immediately,' Bonnie said sounding almost defeated.

'It's okay Bonnie I know you're worried, but as soon as Elena tells you ,or, you see her just tell us about it, okay?'

Bonnie nodded, as she closed her eyes, feeling his lips brush against her forehead.

'I know, I will. I mean it's all about protecting Elena.'

It's always about Elena.

Author Notes : Hello, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, now I know there is some mystery left in this chapter, like who is Caedmon, or why are golden flecks attaching themselves to Bonnie; but all will be explained soon. This is an AU set in season two.

Also: Bonnie means beautiful, so when Cad called Bonnie, Callista it was just another name that meant beautiful.

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