Lost and Found (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 18: The Craving

Damon's View

My eyes snapped open and watched Bonnie scramble away in shock at our close proximity, but I hardly noticed. All I could gather from my tangled thoughts was that I knew Jade's whereabouts, and that there was nothing on this Earth that would stop me from getting her back in my arms where she belonged, if it was the last thing I ever did.

I had spent five long centuries alone, wreaking havoc and making sure never to get attached to anyone again, even my own brother. All to prevent from ever having to go through the kind of heart ache I had gone through with that bitch Katherine. And now, at the risk of sounding a little too much like Stefan, I had found Jade; quite literally.

I wasn't even sure what it was about her, this had all started out as a game. One where I would ultimately become bored and dispose of her either one way or another. But I had come to know her, I had had time to notice all her little quirks, like the way she would twirl her hair and stare off into the distance when she was thinking. Or the way her answers didn't always make sense immediately, but when you thought about them long enough there was always some twisted logic hiding behind whatever she said.

Jade was like a code; a code that I was only just starting to figure out.

I think that Bonnie must have seen the determination in the set of my jaw, because it was the only reason I could deduce as an explanation for what she said to me,

"The Well."

I jumped out of my reminiscence with confusion clear in my eyes, "Don't waste time Bonnie, what do you mean?" I snapped at her, my patience was wearing thin.

Bonnie frowned slightly, which didn't look right on that delicate face of hers, "I'm not 'wasting time'," she said, while forming air quotations with her fingers, "I'm telling you where to find Jade!"

My eyebrows drew together in frustration, "Well I'm sorry Bonnie if 'The Well' wasn't sufficient information, but I need to know where she is so…" I gestured with my hand for her to expand on the subject whilst moving to my feet so that I was looking down on her.

Her small body practically shuddered in agitation, but I gave credit where credit is due for her ability to oversee my blunt rudeness as she replied tautly, "The Well on Creeks Farm measures thirty miles down – I know from a science experiment years ago – it's abandoned, and it's the perfect place to start looking."

Realisation sunk in, if I had still had one, my heart would've skipped a beat in pure anticipation. Without thinking I used my speed to grab Bonnie by the elbow who jolted back in surprise before struggling franticly to escape my vice-like grip.

Panic seeped into her voice, "Damon! What are you doing?"

I cocked my head to the side as I answered, "We're going to The Well."

Her eyes widened in both shock and fear but before she could argue I had already picked her up as if she were a rag-doll and was high-tailing it to Creeks Farm.

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The Old Well was merely a hole in the ground covered by a heavy metal slab, most likely to keep people from falling in, or maybe from getting in at all. Bonnie started to squirm, trying to get away, so I obliged and dropped her so that she landed on the grass with a soft 'Oof'.

I then scoured our surroundings before lifting the cover, and throwing it into the background out of mind without using so much effort as could be used for a piece of paper.

I glanced behind me to check that the witch was still there – She was just standing, looking extremely small and not at all sure what she should be doing – then I turned back to the task at hand. Without looking I whistled and pointed to the spot next to me. I heard her move into place with an uncomfortable demeanour, she rubbed her shoulders and shivered at the sudden breeze that had arisen.