The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Blood Bonds

Kol stayed with his back against Bonnie’s door for a long time until he eventually heard her get up and run to her bedroom. He sighed, running his hand through his naturally fluffy brown hair. He’d really screwed up when he left and he’d known it…but he hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Kol walked home, knowing he’d be alone since Klaus was gone to Chicago and Elijah had been daggered. Finn was dead and god only knew where Rebekah was. He was grateful though, he needed to be alone with his thoughts. He’d spent so long wishing he could come back, wishing he’d never left. He was too strong to admit it, but leaving her had been painful. He wanted to get to know her, to be there for her and comfort her, but he’d blown it because he’d been to much a coward to pursue her. His instant feelings for her had frightened him, especially when he knew she’d be far less than safe with him around. He needed now more than ever to find out how to raise a witch from the dead…it was the only thing he could do to make Bonnie forgive him. He kicked his front door hard with his foot, not bothering with the spare key he had in his pocket, he wasn’t in the mood for petty human things. But alas, no one in Mystic Falls ever seemed to get what they wanted and there stood the most petty human thing of all…Rebekah.

“Ah, Sister. Don’t you have a date with your little human boy toy tonight or something, I am not in the mood.” Rebekah pouted, looking down at her feet with a sad sigh.

“No…Matt dumped me. He said he needed space, do you think buying him that Ferrari for his birthday was too much?” Kol rolled his eyes.

“It wouldn’t have lasted anyway, Bekah, you’re a vampire and he’s a human. Eventually he would have died on you and you would spend the rest of eternity heartbroken and alone, is that what you want?” He spat harshly, causing Rebekah to flinch.

“It worked out for Damon and Elena…”

“Yeah well Damon forced blood down his girl’s throat and somehow he still ended up the poster child for perfect vampire marriages.” He grumbled, not really caring if he had hurt his sister’s feelings, which he could tell he had. He had warned her that he wasn’t in the mood. Rebekah sighed deeply and grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag, heading toward the door.

“One day you’ll have to stop shutting people out, Kol. Or it’s you that will end up spending eternity heartbroken and alone.” She disappeared to join her other brother in Chicago and Kol was left to himself to sulk.

Meanwhile, Mason was just now arriving at the boarding house. He combed his dark hair in the side view mirror and took a deep breath. He was so nervous to finally see Katherine again. Katherine heard the door bell and she too had to take a quick deep breath. She’d always been fond of Mason and kind of missed their old relationship. She checked her long brunette curls in her compact and then practically skipped to the door, feeling considerably less miserable than she had when she’d woken up that morning. She opened the door and smiled, but her smile faltered when Mason suddenly dropped to his knees, never breaking eye contact with her. To Mason it felt like his entire world had just shifted and the old relationship he’d had with Katherine felt like a little school crush. Everything about her that had been beautiful before was suddenly a thousand times more. All his senses were screaming at him to touch her, to protect her, to love her. Katherine felt the same, like in that moment the only thing giving her life and a reason to be was Mason Lockwood.

“What just happened?” She whispered breathlessly, terrified that she suddenly felt like the two of them had been lovers forever. He slowly rose to his feet, reaching out to gently touch her hand. Sparks ignited through their bodies, similar to the feeling Damon and Elena got from their sacred bond. The two shivered and he shook his head.

“I think I just imprinted on you.” Katherine shot him a confused look.

“What the hell is imprinting?” He smiled at her and touched her hand again.

“You feel that? The warmth? The gravitational pull that we suddenly have on each other? That happens when a werewolf finds his soul mate. We won’t ever be able to leave one another for very long now, we’ll be together forever.” This was too much for Katherine.

“Mason that’s ridiculous, it only happens in those stupid Twilight books.” He scoffed.

“Well I’m the werewolf, dearest, it does happen, just not like it does in those books. In Twilight it’s like love at first sight and all that crap, but real life imprinting is so much different. It gives the two time to mature and grow feelings for one another, find out who they are. If you have feelings for a girl and you imprint, she’s your mate. If you start to fall for a girl and you don’t imprint…you kind of start to feel this need to leave her, no matter how attracted you are to her. It isn’t destined.” Katherine was breathing a little harder now, having not anticipated something like this when Mason showed up.

“B-But I can’t be your mate, Mason. I have all these feelings and urges that you described but…my soul mate is Stefan. We blood shared, we have a blood bond.” Mason cocked his head to the side.

“Then how could I have…” Katherine shrugged.

“I don’t know…let me call Bonnie, maybe she has something in her grimoire that can help us.” She dialed her number and it rang for about five minutes before reaching voicemail. She tried again, same thing. She hadn’t really wanted to call Adriana in the midst of all her wedding planning, but she was desperate.

“Adriana could you come over just for a few minutes? I really need you’re help.” Adriana left a section of the planning to Jeremy and Alaric, against her better judgment, and went to the boarding house with her grimoire in tow.

“What seems to be the issue?” Katherine sighed.

“Mason seems to have imprinted on me…but I have that blond bond with Stefan, Stefan’s my soul mate.” Adriana flipped through the pages of her spell book hurriedly, wanting to get home fast.

“There. This page here states that if a vampire’s blood bond was a mistake, which does sometime happen, though rarely, it can indeed be broken by an imprint from a werewolf, due to the werewolf mating process to be stronger and deeper. The only time this will not occur is if the two bonded vampires were truly beyond a shadow of a doubt meant to be and share the bond that Damon and Elena do. In other words…Katherine, you can never have more children by Stefan…he’s no longer your soul mate. You belong to Mason.” Katherine’s heart nearly stopped.

Back at the pet store, the three Salvatore’s were heading home with the new addition to the family. Damon and Elena’s finger’s were laced together and they walked as close as possible, feeling romantic. Ian was at their side skipping happily along with his new kitty. Damon stroked Elena’s hand with his thumb and closed his eyes, feeling like they had been together in 1864 instead of him and Katherine, and that they were living a human life together with their son. That’s honestly what it felt like when they were alone, away from the craziness, just the three of them. Damon felt like this is how it should have been.

“Heaven’s gift to me…just the way you are. A new aged child, always in my heart. There’s so much in life for you to see and so much to be, you are heaven’s gift to me.” He caught himself singing it very softly, allowing all of his vampire self slip away. This was the Damon from 148 years ago, the one gently singing to his wife and children the same lullaby that his mother sang to him. Elena rested her head on his shoulder, smiling happily and wishing she could have met him back in 1864...and had Ian with him then. She could feel that was what Damon wanted, and she wanted that for him. It was then that she decided she’d start to do little things for Damon to make it feel like they lived back in his time. A large grin grew on her face as she formed a plan…Damon was going to love it. The couple was pulled from their thoughs when they reached their house and saw an unfamiliar car. They exchanged nervous glances before cautiously opening the door to find Katherine, Adriana, and none other than the thought-to-be-dead Mason Lockwood on their couch. Damon’s jaw tightened.

“When I kill people I expect them to stay dead.” Was the last thing Damon murmured before Mason lunged towards the door.