My Predator or my Protector?

The Beginning of Reunited Friendships - Part 1

The Beginning of Reunited Friendships – Part 1

“It’s Bonnie.”

Elena froze. What is she doing here at this time of night?

Soon, all signs of hatred and a shattered friendship were shown on her face. How come Bonnie chose now to visit? Was she there to apologize? Or was she there just to yell at her again? The words the witch spat months ago roamed in her ears, stinging her eyes to the point they were moist. Those words had hurt her; betrayed her to the very core. Since then, the teen was still shocked at the witch’s words, knowing that they were somewhat the truth. Wiping her chocolate eyes, Elena walked to the front door and swung it open.

“Hello.” Bonnie smiled, before quickly dropping it and staring at her dark brown boots. Elena folded her arms. Bonnie looked like a sad puppy with its tail between its legs, ashamed for what it had done. She almost felt guilty for not even trying to talk to her for the past five months, but she believed it was the witch’s fault to begin with. She couldn’t show any sign of compunction to her. She would not become weak for her best friend.

Refolding her arms, Elena stuck her chin up. “What do you want?”

Bonnie winced mutely. Gee, harsh much? I just want everything to go back to normal.

“No.” she sighed, hugging herself to preserve the heat inside her coat from escaping with the wind striking the right side of her body. “Can I come in? Please?”

Elena gnawed on the inside of her cheek, contemplating the question. She really, really wanted to let her best friend inside and mend their friendship; however, at the same time, Elena wanted Bonnie to banish—to leave and never come back, just like she did before. Her two answers fought in her head, needing a decision on what she would choose. Fighting the gradually increasing headache, the brunette sighed, dropping her hands to her sides.

She smiled. “Well, you’re not a vampire.” The two young women laughed, slightly awkwardly, and a flash of their past lit between them.

It was something the both of them wanted: Being friends again. Ever since the “fight”, Bonnie and Caroline remained and strengthened their friendship between them, while Elena didn’t have any other best friend to talk to. To fill the hole, she spent more time with Stefan, hung out with Matt occasionally at The Mystic Grill, and was so lonely that she even attempted to butt in with Jeremy and Anna. Of course her brother disliked that, so he persuaded his girlfriend to hook Elena up. Anna obliged, and she made the lonely girl go on a blind date—that date turned out to be Tyler, as well as a disaster.

After a short while, Elena’s comment rung in her head, and she cut her laugh short. Bonnie noticed this, and she stopped laughing, too, wondering what the problem was. “What?” the witch asked blankly, blinking at the human.

Elena stared back. “You’re not a vampire…are you?”

Bonnie’s eyebrows flew up; surprised that Elena would even ask her. Elena could tell, and she backtracked. “I – I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. It’s just that I haven’t spoken to you in months and – and who knows what Damon’s done or what he’s up to, and…” she trailed off, her tongue becoming tied.

Bonnie snorted. “Elena, there is no way on this planet that I would become a vampire. It’s never going to happen. I haven’t even seen, nor talked to Damon since that one night at the Grill.” She shrugged, but knew that somewhere—at some part in her reply—that she shouldn’t had told Elena; but she didn’t know which part.

Elena, however, did. “You and Damon? At the Grill? At night?” Bonnie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She did not want to talk about that. She never did. “Why? Were you two…you know…”