The Inconvenience of Feelings

Chapter 6

There was no better feeling than when a well thought out plan came together seamlessly. When all the pieces fall into place without a hitch and everyone could go home, safe and sound, living to fight another day. Unfortunately for Damon, that's not how his day was going. To say that everything had gone to complete shit would be a monumental understatement. Every move they made to combat Klaus' plan was a complete and utter waste of time. It seemed like Klaus anticipated their every move and had contingencies set in place to fall back on. Damon had foolishly fell for Klaus' bait when he went to free Caroline and Tyler, the supposed vampire and werewolf Klaus needed for the ritual to break his curse. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned however, because as soon as they were free from their respective prison, Tyler had to go and shift into a damn werewolf, a single bite from which just happened to be one of the few things that could kill him.

So after fighting off the douche nozzle of a werewolf, a little chat with Katherine had made it painfully clear that Klaus had sent him on a wild goose chase and apparently already had his werewolf and vampire for the ritual, plus Elena who had left with him willingly because that was a part of their plan to defeat him. It was like they had been playing checkers this whole time and Klaus was playing chess.

The only card they had left to play was the one Damon had been avoiding using like the plague. Bonnie. He hated it, he really hated it, but she was their only shot at defeating Klaus. She would use her witchy juju to weaken Klaus after he completed the ritual, since he would be vulnerable for a short while after his curse was broken and then Elijah would kill him.

Damon hated how the whole plan working, rested on the shoulders of Elijah and his wanting revenge against Klaus for dumping the coffins that housed their family members in the bottom of the ocean, condemning them to an eternity in a watery grave. Damon couldn't say that he blamed Elijah for being pissed. They all just had to pray that Elijah truly had it in him to kill his own brother. Damon hated Stefan on a good day, but the thought of actually killing his little brother, sent shivers down his spine.

This is how and why Damon found himself in the dead witches house with Jonathan Gilbert, Elena's biological father, Alaric, who's body was thankfully no longer being occupied by Klaus, little Gilbert, who, in Damon's humble opinion, was still utterly useless and last, but most certainly not least, Bonnie, the emerald eyed beauty who was going to save them all. He loathed the fact that once again she was the one they all had to rely on to save their collective asses.

She didn't deserve the burden she bared, but being a witch had it's consequences. Most notable, having to be the one that everyone ran to when they needed something done, whether it would hurt the witch or not, nobody ever really cared as long as they got what they wanted. Those days were over for Damon though. He would make sure Bonnie came out of this alive and unscathed and then he would make sure that she would never have to put her life in danger for them again.

It had been days since he had last seen her and he hated to admit that when he walked into the house and his eyes fell upon her, his breath caught and his chest tightened. He'd missed her. Really missed her; like had to physically restrain himself from speeding over to her, snatching her up and kissing her senseless, missed her.

She was standing next to Jeremy in the middle of the room, having a hushed conversation that, of course, everyone could hear. Damon couldn't be bothered to care about what they were saying at the moment though because he only saw her and she was beautiful, stunningly so. Her wavy brown locks and caramel colored skin was illuminated spectacularly by the golden-yellow glow of the candles spread sporadically throughout the room. Her malachite eyes glistened like they were on fire and Damon was mesmerized by the flames. In short, she was ethereal, celestial. In short, he was pathetic.