What Lies Beneath

Chapter 52: What Could Be

To be completely honest Bonnie couldn't remember the last time she'd went on an actual vacation. Surely it was before she was seventeen because after that her father started working out of town too much for them to go anywhere fun. And her Grams was too busy working and drinking to take her anywhere. Whenever the Gilberts would make plans to go they would invite her and sometimes she would go, but it wasn't the same as being with her own family. While her and Elena had fun and Elena's mom never made her feel anything less than Elena's actual sister, she knew she wasn't and it wasn't a feeling she could shake. At the beginning of senior year she'd made a personal pledge to herself to do more fun things and to spend more time with her friends.

Yeah that hadn't exactly worked out at all. So far the only promise she'd kept to herself was getting a hot boyfriend.

But whatever there was no point to wishing for things that couldn't be helped or changed. Besides her new outlook on life was to grab it by the balls and show it who was in charge. So far saving Klaus was step one and running off with Damon was step two; she had no clue what step three would be. Probably saving her friends once again whenever they returned to Mystic Falls hence why she was in no hurry for that. So far she knew they were okay—if sad in Caroline's case—and Stefan wasn't ripping people up so she was counting it as a win. Alaric was still off stalking Originals as well. He probably figured he had all the time in the world to kill the Salvtores if he couldn't find Elijah or Rebecca.

As horrible as it sounded it was true.

Anyway she was trying to enjoy herself before the shit hit the fan. It was surprising how being alone with Damon was enjoyable. Whenever it was just the two of them having dinner or talking about all of the things he'd seen in his long life, she'd stare at him and wonder how they came to be what they were. Clarissa and to an extent Lucy made it sound like vampires and witches couldn't really co-exist because they were such polarizing creatures. Vampires went against nature and witches were supposed to uphold the balance.

Which is bullshit because they will do things ten times more terrible than a vampire to get what they want. Including sacrificing one of their own.

Bonnie didn't know where her loyalties lie except that she knew she would protect Damon at all costs. He was annoying and crass but he was also the one stable thing in her life. She knew that she could count on him, more than her mother and more than Elena. So she would fight for him because he would definitely fight for her. All things considered though she was having a great time; it made her wonder if this is how it would always be if it were just the two of them.

Stretched out under a large white umbrella by a large private pool, Bonnie pushed her sunglasses up onto her nose and sighed deeply. She tapped her foot to the music playing over the speakers—Usher—and continued to mellow out. Dressed in a slinky red bikini outlined in gold she couldn't seem to feel bad about how much Damon was compelling people to get them into swanky places. After coupling it up at the bed and breakfast as man and wife, they'd moved on where they were now, a sort of resort kinda place for the rich and stuck up. It was kinda amusing to watch the older people wonder how they could afford such a place, especially since she did look younger than Damon. He'd just throw out something about a trust fund and it was all open arms, mostly. Still it was a nice change to be snubbed because they didn't look the part instead of for anything supernatural.

Picking up her glass of ice cold water she took a few sips and placed it back on the table. A smartly dressed waiter strolled over and handed her a crisp white towel and a bottle of sunscreen. "Mrs. Salvatore, your husband requested that I give this to you. He said this is much better than the kind you brought."

She smirked and took it from him. "Thank you. By the way, where is Mr. Salvatore?"

The waiter motioned inside. "Talking to the manager about switching you to a room with a hot tub. He said to tell you that he shall not be long."