The Inconvenience of Feelings

Chapter 8

Three months; three long months. No Stefan, no Bonnie and Damon was ready to rip someone’s throat out. The hunt for Stefan was like a wild goose chase, he spent the better part of the summer hunting his brother down, but when they had found him, his brother was gone. Replaced by humanity-off ripper Stefan. Who made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going back to mystic falls. Elena had been devastated, but they were determined not to give up. Bonnie, on the other hand, was shipped off to live with her aunt for the summer, leaving Damon alone to take his aggravation out on the poor town of Mystic Falls. He had no qualms admitting that he was an asshole on any given day, but over the summer, he had been so much of an asshole that he started getting on his own nerves.

The fairytale character Grumpy from Snow White and the seven dwarfs came to mind as the best way to describe his mood. Snow white was the only person that could make Grumpy happy. So now replace Snow White with Bonnie and that was his predicament. His Snow White wasn’t around to make him happy and he was very, very grumpy.

Damon stared blankly into the dark red liquid that sat unmoving in the coffee mug on Elena’s kitchen Island. With his hand wrapped around the glass he brought the mug to his lips and took a long drag of the coppery tasting liquid. He grimaced as the blood made its way through his body.

Heating blood up in a microwave was a poor substitute for the warmth of the blood rushing through some poor unsuspecting victims veins, or suspecting victim; Damon didn’t discriminate, but being in love with a highly moral and judgmental witch was having an effect on his daily activities. He wasn’t quite sure when it had happened, but one day he woke up and realized he hadn’t drank from the flesh in quite some time. That wasn’t to say he was becoming domesticated by any means, but he acknowledged that if he ever wanted any chance to be with his little witch, miniscule though it might be, he would have to make some changes. Emphasis on some changes. Damon was no saint and could only do so much.

 Who would have thought that all it took was a set of vivid green eyes and creamy caramel skin to end the reign of terror he had brought upon the world. He had almost unleashed hell on Mystic Falls after Stefan and Bonnie left, but the melodic voice in the back of his mind told him she would never forgive him if he did something stupid, like kill someone and since all the work he had done to form their quasi-friendship took a turn for the worst before she left, he had no desire to screw it up anymore than he already had. So he gritted his teeth and shoved all of his energy into finding his brother, whom along with Klaus had left a trail of dismembered bodies all along the eastern seaboard and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He would bring Stefan back though, if it killed him, he would bring him back and start the long process of turning him back into his usual brooding self. After all, he did owe Stefan his life.

There was a silver lining to all the darkness though. After three grueling, torturous months, his little witch was finally coming home. Which is why he was sitting at the island in Elena’s kitchen watching her and Caroline flit around the room acting like crazy women. Bonnie’s absence had not just been felt by Damon, though he would argue that he felt it the most. Elena and the rest of their rag tag group, sans Stefan of course, were all beside themselves over the summer. Bonnie and Stefan’s absences were almost too much to bare. He was sure that Bonnie would definitely deny it, but she seemed to be the proverbial glue that held them all together.

Tuning the girls mindless chatter out and letting his mind wander, he recalled the moment he found out that not only Stefan, but also Bonnie would be gone for an extended period of time. Leaving him alone with his own devices with only Elena to keep him company.

3 months ago

Damon pulled into the driveway of the yellow house with the green door. There was a second car next to Bonnie’s that he didn’t recognize, but this was also only the second time he had shown up at her house, so there was that to consider. Shutting off his engine and pocketing his keys, he exited his Camaro. He was just about to make his way to the front door when it opened and the object of his untimely affection came out of her house, pulling a large suitcase on wheels behind her. She stopped short when she noticed him and donned a confused, but not displeased expression.