What Lies Beneath

Chapter 39: What's Next?

Damon Salvatore was not Edward Cullen. He didn't sparkle in the sunlight and he thought the idea of going to high school over and over again as an inside joke was the dumbest damn thing he'd ever heard of. He only ate furry animals if there was nothing else around and he didn't spout poetry or whatever. No, he was certainly not Edward Cullen in any shape or form and not just because Edward was a figment of some housewife's imagination. He was real and raw and sometimes homicidal. However with all of that established he found that he did enjoy watching his girlfriend sleep.

Now it wasn't in a creepy, rape-y sort of way. Bonnie was totally aware that he was there and she didn't mind in the least. It should also be said that she definitely wasn't Bella Swan. Bella would never sleep naked with her vampire, her hands on his waist and her upper body pressed tight to his stomach. The sheet spread around her lower back and tangled up in her legs with her long hair fanning over her cheek. Not like Bonnie was currently doing and looking magnificent while doing it. All that smooth brown skin, still slightly damp from their previous love making and warm where it was blanketing his.

Anyway he liked watching her sleep and he wasn't sure why but he figured it had something to do with how beautiful she was. How when sleeping she reached a level of peace that was hard to get to otherwise.

He was propped up against the pillows, the fingers on his right hand carding through her silky hair idly. His mind was buzzing with different ideas but they all stemmed from the same source. She'd said that she would run away with him and meant it. When he thought back to their first interactions it almost made him laugh. He remembered the first time he saw her; he'd been trying to decide who to play with for the night and ended up picking Caroline. Good choice in hindsight because Bonnie would have accidentally killed him once she was scared enough.

But he remembered watching her and the blonde at their table at the Grille; Caroline whining and drunk while Bonnie attempted to take care of her. Eventually he would have gotten around to messing with her too if things hadn't went so drastically different. It was odd to consider being anywhere else though like still pining for Elena and having no concept of this feeling he was experiencing. He'd never admit it to anyone but he was better off with Bonnie. Elena was amazing in her own way but she didn't have half the fire Bonnie possessed.

Sometimes he wondered why it took him so long to realize that. He wasn't slow like Stefan.

Sighing, he rested his head back to the headboard and gazed out of the window. They could go to California or maybe London—he liked London. Totally reinvent themselves as anyone though she would probably want to finish school in some form. They could live in Paris in a lovely cottage with a small chateau. So many possibilities…

Yet he wondered if any choice would actually do any good. Klaus wasn't the type to give up because the object of his obsession moved away. There was a good chance he'd follow them no matter where they went, and always running wasn't the kinda life he wanted for Bonnie. Not that she could have much of a life with him in general.

Fuck. That's depressing.

Bonnie shifted and made a cute little noise before nuzzling his chest and slowly opening her eyes. She smiled at him and stretched, raking her nails down his sides. "Morning."

"Good morning." He said mirroring her smile. "Sleep well?"

She nodded. "Yeah I did. No weird dreams or anything."

"That's always good to hear." He rubbed her back soothingly. "The only one who should be in your head is me."

She chuckled, lifting her head so that her chin rested on his chest. "You look like you have a lot on your mind. Wanna talk about?"