Mason liked to watch Bonnie sleep. She always joked that it was a wolf thing, some latent guard dog instinct. Perhaps it was. He was protective of her on sight. Posturing and trying to display his strength, helping her move those tables during Carol’s charity event. Most women would’ve seen right through him, but Bonnie had her own secrets and she was more surprised by his interest in her than what he had been trying to hide about his family.
Bonnie only ever looked at peace while she slept, it was the only time she was comfortable and completely at ease. He made her happy, he knew, but their waking hours held too many dangers and too many monsters for either of them to let their guard down completely. In sleep, Bonnie’s walls melted.
Mason reached out ran his fingers through her hair, kissed her shoulder, breathed in her scent. He loved it, touching her, being close to her. He loved her. He loved her so much that it scared him. So much that it put the wolf on the inside on edge and at ease all at once. So much Mason knew that if he ever lost her, he would die. It wasn’t an exaggeration or just pretty words, she was his reason for existing, the key to his very survival.
He could never find the right words to convey all that she meant to him. He was a man of devotion, wolves mated for life, but he wasn’t a man of many words. He could be smooth when he wanted, but it was hard for him to be sincere, vulnerable, even with her.
Still when Bonnie shifted in her sleep, eyes opening to meet his and whispered, “You’re staring again.” Mason couldn’t help but reply, “And you’re the single best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Bonnie’s slow sweet smile made the words right, it made them worth it.
Bonnie has been leaning over the grimoire in her lap for the past hour. The small words are starting to run together and her attention span is waning. She’s been called for a reason and she knows that while hospitable at the moment, the Originals are a volatile bunch and they’ll expect a solution sooner rather than later. Bonnie becomes more determined to refocus her efforts when suddenly she feels something jabbing insistently at her side.
Bonnie rolls her eyes she glances to where Rebekah is laying next to her on the guest bed, her head propped up on one hand as she idly pokes Bonnie in the ribs with the other. “I can’t focus when you do that.” Bonnie comments, eyes moving back down to the grimoire.
Rebekah shrugs. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Rebekah,” Bonnie sighs, “Its hard enough for me to pay attention to this stuff as it is.”
The poking continues, this time Rebekah’s finger roaming just beneath the hem of Bonnie’s shirt. “I’m much easier to pay attention to. You can just focus on me.”
Bonnie opens her mouth to respond, when suddenly Rebekah’s touch becomes gentle, fingers sliding softly higher underneath Bonnie’s shirt and over her stomach. Rebekah was good at getting under her skin. She was good at a lot of things Bonnie had come to find out. “You’re taking the blame for distracting me when Klaus comes in here looking for blood.”
Rebekah raises an eyebrow. They both know that Bonnie doesn’t mind the distract. They both know that Rebekah can’t keep her hands to herself for long, Klaus be damned. “I can handle my brother,” Rebekah declares. Bonnie closes the grimoire. “I can handle you too.”
Bonnie tosses the book aside and grabbs Rebekah by the wrist. Rebekah doesn’t mind submitting in this, it works for them both, when Bonnie gets to feel like the powerful one. She’s hovering over the blonde a moment later, pressing her into the mattress with her body. “We’ll see about that,” she smiles before leaning in for a kiss.
The rain comes fast and hard, thunder clapping and lightning striking. It doesn’t bother Bonnie. Elijah has been around enough witches to understand their relationship to nature. Bonnie has a stronger connection than most, her powers seem to be pulsing in time with the storm. He feels a tingle where their skin touches each time lightning hits the earth. He can hear her pulse hammer in time with the rain fall. Thunder sounds each time she breathes out. Elijah can’t help but be mystified by it all.
When she stops and turns her face up to feel the rain on her skin, Elijah smiles. He watches as she holds out her hands, laughing and spinning in a slow circle. He’s never seen anything more beautiful, never known anyone more powerful.
She reaches out a hand to him and he takes it without thought. He grips hers tightly as she pulls him forwards, into the rain and the cold. He doesn’t feel the discomfort as the water seeps through his suit jacket and soaks his button down. He feels the warmth of her body as she pulls him into her. He feels the softness of her touch as her hands frame his face. He feels her breath on his lips as she pulls him down, down, down.
He closes his eyes as Bonnie whispers, “I love you,” his sensitive hearing the only reason he can make it out of the storm. He says it back with his lips, with his tongue venturing out to taste. As Bonnie sighs into the kiss, smiling all the while, Elijah knows he’ll never mind a little rain again.
38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
Klaus has always been the villain of their story. The monster under the bed. The big bad wolf with the golden glowing eyes lurking in the shadows. Bonnie didn’t need to be told this, no matter how much her friends seemed to love pointing it out to her.
“But he’s the bad guy,” Elena hissed, when she took note of the marks on Bonnie’s neck. So was Damon, Bonnie told her. So was Stefan and Katherine. Even Caroline had killed. Every vampire that they knew was a bad guy once, and still were to someone, to many, no matter what redemption arc they were on.
She wasn’t making excuses. She didn’t feel the need. She was only stating facts. Bonnie didn’t have any delusions where Klaus was concerned. She didn’t need him to be redeemed. She didn’t need pretty words or horse drawn carriages. She didn’t need candlelit dinners or false promises of forever. She was too smart for that. There was too much darkness in him for that and too much in her lurking underneath the surface for that to be what they were to one another. Darkness deep down and buried that Klaus seemed determined to unearth.
Bonnie didn’t need something that was the stuff of fairy tales, not when Klaus was already the thing of nightmares. She needed something sinful. She needed something forbidden. Something that sent her heart racing and caused goosebumps to rise on the surface of her skin. Something that was unlike anything she had ever had or anything she was supposed to want. So while Bonnie never made excuses or justifications, when Klaus came to her in the dead of night when the moon was out, eyes glowing and mouth watering, Bonnie did succumb.
You see, you have to realize the very racist context of Damon not going to Bonnie instead of Caroline. This is season 1 pilot, the episode of the show that actually followed the book closely which is why you have the fog and the crow. Stefan can’t read minds, but TVD was always meant to be the anti Twilight so that was no bueno in that department.
In the books Damon tries to weasel his way into Elena’s social group, much like the show, but instead of Caroline he uses Bonnie. In the books he doesn’t use Caroline because she’s barely a friend if at all and the show actually set up for this dynamic, so from a narrative perspective it doesn’t make sense. Using Caroline didn’t make anything better especially when the original character from the book is there so what changed about show!Bonnie for them to give Caroline book!Bonnie’s plotlines.
The real answer is nothing, but as far as the writers and the network were concerned changing her race was a significant enough for the network to put a “Bamon ban” as early as when the show started which in return purposely ruined a lot of logical narratives because like I keep saying Caroline doesn’t help his end goals, Bonnie does and that early all the character is, is their motives and when those don’t align with their actions that set a presidence for an inconsistent character (which is what happened).
And this kind of crap happened constantly throughout the show where Caroline is given not only storylines that would fit Bonnie kore, but have her invade Bonnie’s storylines, i.e Abby in season 3.
I get with all the stupid crap Damon does how it’s not surprising that his poor planning is what’s the downfall, but here it’s not quite the case because it’s usually his impulsiveness that ruins everything, like he never executed plans fully because he had a temper tantrum of some kind in between. Here it’s just plain illogical planning. I’d understand him feeding on Caroline like he dis Vicki because as we learn in season 4 it’s always “snatch, eat, erase” he doesn’t stick around for anything else, he surely didn’t stick around for Vicki, so why Caroline. What did she have that he needed more than blood? The answer is nothing, but again, the writers would have you believe there was.
She was but if you notice TVD completely negates slavery in general. If you go back to the 1864 flashbacks it’s not mentioned once, when Alaric is going over the Civil War in class it’s also not mentioned, and when Bonnie was talking about her ancestors from Salem again it’s not mentioned that they were slaves or even free slaves. It also makes no sense that Emily would travel from a free state to a slave one. Plus Damon was a Confederate soldier who left because he “didn’t agree” which was vague af and probably an opportunity to save the implications of that but chose not to because as far as Plec and Williamson were concerned slavery never existed and was a fairy tale.
TVD chose to set it’s show in Civil War era Virginia and completely ignore the context of that which is why Emily ended up being called “handmaiden” even though we knew she was anything but. Just look at how Katherine treated Emily, that’s not how you treated a handmaiden.
In fact, the only time Slavery is acknowledged is in TO with Marcel, but that was just to serve the “white savior” complex and even ignored the context of that from there after. When Marcel talks about his past it stopped being about slavery and about daddy issues to make Klaus seem like a good guy for letting Marcel have basic human rights. Which is very telling to Plec’s mindset.
POC of TVD 