Love Burning Alive

Chapter Two

"W-what...why are we here?" Bonnie looks incredulous at him. His usually messy black straight hair, is now curly and covering his face innocently. Blue eyes show kindness and no signs of hurt and scarring. There is no black clothes on him, and is instead a white thin long sleeve that has the two buttons on it unbuttoned showing his pale skin. Comfortable pants are on him and loafers are on his feet. He's Damon but at the same time he isn't Damon.

He looks at her like she's crazy but smiles none the less. Crouching down to one knee, he grabs her hand and kisses it in an old fashioned manner. "Are you feeling a bit ill Miss Bonnie? Surely you remember we promised to meet in the forrest during dawn"

Gaping, Bonnie quickly closes her mouth. Obviously this must b a dream of hers or something. Just play along so he doesn't think your crazy, she thinks to herself.

Putting on a smile, she gives him a curtesy. "I haven't forgotten Sir Salvatore, just got a bit flustered seeing you. I may have even forgotten my name" She tries to play it off as a joke and doesn't know why she's talking like this.

He believes her and his smile brightens. "Your beauty too makes me stunned. We should hurry to her hideout before we are spotted" Damon grabs the hand he kissed and guided them quickly away.

Bonnie tries not to show how shocked she is to feel how warm his hand is. It drums her and makes her thumb graze over his pulse where she actually feels one. Bonnie is surprised and wants to know what the hell is going on? Wasn't she just busy watching him from the other side? Now he's human and guiding her to a secret place where they won't be spotted.

The dirt touches her feet and she knows she'll need to clean them at the lake or in a bath. They slow down and stop at some cave. Damon pulls her inside deep through the dark place and her eyes look around them. It feels familiar, but she wonders where this is in the future.

He stops them where a blanket rocks were. She notices sketches on the rocky walls and it makes her drop his hand to study them. Her breath hitches when she sees her initials below them and Damon's next to her's. Did they draw these together? Glancing at him, he's watching her with wonderment and love in his eyes. Touching her fingers against a sketch, her body tenses as she's assaulted with a vision.

Flashes appear behind her eyes. A piece of paper with the year eighteen sixty three, her and Damon sharing longing looks. Them kissing in private places, her and him stumbling upon the cave and making it their's. Bonnie silently gardening with Damon gazing at her from the porch as he and his father talk business, some white man yelling at Bonnie and Damon comforting her in the empty library.

Oh god, her and Damon were together in the eighteen hundreds and she was a slave?! Her head feels dizzy and she falls into strong arms, Damon guides her to the blanket and touches her forehead for a fever. She hears his muffled voice asking her if she is alright but she can't talk right now. That vision was powerful and it took most of her energy.

"Miss Bonnie, are you alright?" Blue orbs show concern and it makes her open her mouth to answer him.

From what she saw, he didn't know about magic. She was still a witch and had her powers, this was good right? Did this mean she was alive?

"I'm fine, I may be tired still is all" She sits up straighter and watches his body visibly relax. His face is still scrunched up in concern.

Frowning, he rubs her cheek and kisses her nose. "These early morning visits may be draining you more than I guessed. We can stop if it gives you more sleep"

Shaking her head, Bonnie grabs the hand on her face and kisses the palm. "It is fine Damon, as long as I spend time with you, it's all that matters" She says passionately.