Witch or vampire?

Witches' sabbat

Witches, by Candlemass

"Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand
Weak without the magic you lay passed out in the sand
With controls set for night flights when witches ruled the world
In a twinkling moment you see cockroaches and crows

Go behind the great clouds if you want to stay the same
In nothing land you'll perish when they whisper aloud your name
A window full of trauma stares you in the face
You know it's time to scream now and leave this fucking place."

In the course of the day, Matt and later Bonnie with Jeremy arrived. Of course there was a big hello between him and Elena. Bonnie kept her distance and sent me piercing glances, but she remained quiet and got more thoughtful the longer she and Jeremy stayed.

She stood at the entrance to the parlor and observed the small group which sat on the sofas, chatting happily and telling Helen one story after the other. I just came in from the basement and saw her standing there.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" I said casually.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, amazing. Nobody seems to care about her abnormality," she replied coolly.

I let out a sigh and leaned against the wall.

"Bonnie, I know you hate me for what I did to you, but I can't undo things."

She stared at me. "What you've done to me?" she asked incredulously in a low voice.

"What about the things that you have inflicted on the others?" she continued.

I shook my head. "Even that I cannot undo, but Helen has nothing to do with it all."

She looked at me intently. "What do you want with her? Do you really think I 'm buying all this lovey-dovey shit?" she hissed at me.

That's where the wind was blowing from. She thought I would play one of my old games with Helen. I couldn't blame her.

"Whatever you think, you're wrong. What happens to her and me, is a miracle and nothing abnormal," I replied coolly and left her standing there.

I walked over to the small group and sat next to Helen.

"Hey, where've you been? Matt has just told us stories of you and Alaric drinking at the Grill," she said.

"Donovan volunteered our drinking escapades, huh?" I replied, kissing her on the cheek.

"Maybe I should share some stories about Matt?"

I didn't know what possessed me when I said that, because I could clearly see embarassment on every face in the round.

"Beat-up-Donovan-time again, Damon? Seriously?" Matt sighed.

"Well, I find it remarkable that - apart from Jeremy – you're the only person in this group who managed to preserve his human life," I retorted.

"Pah, I was just lucky, nothing more," Matt said dryly.

I shook my head. "No need to hide your light under a bushel, Donovan. Anyone else would have run away screaming, but you kept it up and remain one of the last anchors of humanity for this crazy bunch."

Seven pairs of eyes stared at me in wordless surprise until Matt finally broke the spell.

"Thank you. Does that mean you don't despise me anymore?" he asked smiling.

"Don't get your hopes too high, Donovan," I replied for audience appeal, but I had the feeling the boy and I understood each other very well.

The relief in the room was almost palpable. Stefan nodded approvingly and Elena beamed.