Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 7

All was quiet as everyone filed into the living room at the Salvatore's. Stefan righted the couch and chairs and Alaric collected the weapons and piled them into the bag Jeremy had brought into the center of the room.

Damon knew he should be by Bonnie's side as she told her painful truth. But he had already lived through this and he could definitely do without the reminder. Or the looks that people would give them once they knew the truth. They truly had lived another life and it was just unfair that now the others would receive a chance to judge them on it. He stood by the window. Greatful to his friend who stood casually beside him.

Caroline came back in from the hallway carrying a broom and began to sweep up the stray glass, leaves and dirt carried in by the whirlwind of the Angel Mason. Casting quick glances at Bonnie who sat on the couch next to Elena holding her hand.

She threw down the broom in frustration. "Well is anyone going to explain." She turned around and looked in Damon's direction. "Damon."

He looked at the ground.

"When we arrived in this new world. It was supposed to have everything I needed. Including a boyfriend, Mason."

"When you're supposed to be mourning me." Jeremy commented.

Alaric placed a firm hand on his shoulder as a sign to allow her to finish.

"Mason interjected that little twist on his own. He was merely meant to be a guide," she began biting her lower lip. "He wasn't my boyfriend in the sense of the word."

Damon looked on at the silent exchange between Bonnie and Jeremy and it made his stomach turn. After all this time she was still worried about his feelings. She was carrying his baby with another man on her thoughts. Damon made a mental note to ask her about it when they were alone.

"I was in this new world. Lost with no help."

"Where was Damon?" Alaric asked.

Bonnie looked at Damon wanting some sort of sign what she was about to say was fine. "I didn't have Damon."

Damon looked away and turned towards the window.

"He missed you," Bonnie commented releasing her friends hand.

"He started drinking. Didn't he?" Alaric asked looking at the tense shoulder of his friend as if he were seeing it playing out in front of him.

"He was doing more than drinking."

"How much more?" Elena asked wondering how far Damon fell down the rabbit whole missing her.

Enzo cocked his head to the side analyzing Elena's every movement and flinch.

"Meth, cocaine, and one very willing and enabling women," Bonnie said the words coming out in a rush.

"Vampires, can't do drugs. It doesn't have the same effect after death," said Stefan eyeing his brother.

"Unless, you're human . . . and he was." Bonnie said looking at Damon's back. He still hadn't turned around to look at her. She exhaled looking down at her hands in her lap. She wanted to cry and she told herself that it was just the hormones. She looked back at Alaric. "So sorry no immaculate conception. Normal baby."

"It makes more sense than any theory I was coming up with. I'll excuse you for all those hours of unnecessary research." Alaric chuckled wanting to lighten the mood.

"Anyways, I found myself needing to pull him out of the darkness, but I had no one to pull me up. So more than a boyfriend which he wasn't. He was just a friend, to show me how this new world worked, be a listening ear and a place to go when Damon was on one of his binge's."