Souls Meshed

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He couldn't believe his eyes. Damon and Bonnie, Bonnie and Damon. He kissed her and drank from her. He always knew she was special to him. He knew she loved him. But never in their excruciating journey he imagined this. Both of them fought so hard for Elena. Why did his brother kept seeking Bonnie? But is was really something special? or It was the mere act of drink her blood?

He shrugged a little. Everything was more complicated that he ever envisioned.

It wasn't Damon's normal character. His brother had a thing of red heads and with their tumultuous sibling relationship it never occurred to him to ask him why.

More than a half a millennium ago they fought for another golden beauty. A mischievous, trickster and deadly beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. Katherine hurt them so bad. They lost their way. They stopped being brothers until Elena appeared in their lives.

He had to admit he never paid to much attention to Bonnie. She was beautiful when he met her but with a childlike attitude and crazy romantic views. He protected her because she was one of Elena's dearest friends. Eventually she'd became her friend. A fragile human with an amazing gift. She helped him find and connect with Elena when he must needed it. Elena died and he craved to know about her.

Bonnie did that for him. Bonnie gave her blood to him too. She trust him without reservations and for that he was grateful. He wished he could have help her more, but too much was happening around them since day one.

Damon was with Elena now. Bonnie didn't deserve what his doing to her. She doesn't deserve to suffer like he do. He still love Elena with all his power. Elena was his home, his port. He knows even Elena only want friendship from him; he will be there for her. ...

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...se happened between them. He was clear she'll expect more from him. He didn't know what he would do about it. He know what must be done, but he wanted to do what his heart desired the most.

He encased her against him. His arm resting on her slim waist. Her head leaning on him. They walked out from the Brat house from hell.

A vampire he knew too well stepped on their path. He had sense a weak supernatural force, but he had ignored it. He was too intoxicated with Red Bird's blood to pay attention to it.

“Hello, brother”

He strengthened his hold on Kitten. She stirred a little and her soft voice interrupted his not so politically correct remark. He scowled a little. He was planning to use Italian.

“I had dream about you.”

Both vampires reacted at the same time.

“You what!!!”

Her remark was for Stefan and not him.

Works Cited

L. J. SMITH - VAMPIRE DIARIES

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