~The pen is mightier than the sword~ Invites only - Page 11

Someone, anyone, soon. I'll be busy starting 8 am tomorrow till Thrusday!

I know... Someone hurry can't wait to read the next part now 😆...

why does my name come up when I'm not around? *ponders*

YAZ! ohmygod that part was brilliant! gah - loved the insight into Damon's POV. gave me some ideas for later parts... *hits head* not good. haha.

I think I may have an idea for the next part - but it'd be short. And it'd include Stefan/Damon bonding time. *evil smirk*

thanx Radz...

Radz, are you still writing the next part? I can if your busy... (:

I think you should write it. I've got no inspiration. :(

AN: Read after reading the part

"Let's give them some privacy, brother. I'm sure they have a lot to talk about."

Damon hesitantly turned around to see Stefan and Elena holding each other and watching him while Matt and Caroline intently eyeing Sheila in a disbelieve look. He couldn't blame the poor humans, they only learned about the paranormal only a week before. For newbies they were taking this quiet well, especially when no one was given a heads-up on his surprise.

Speaking of surprises, Stefan was actually expressing pleasure! Pleased of Damon, pleased at what he had planned and arranged for the little witch! How proud he is of this change in Damon. By now Damon would be coming up with some snarky comment about how nothing has changed, to shut his brother up and walk away. Yet here he was nodding and smiling, pretending to care about what his brother had to say while really trying to eavesdrop on Bonnie's and Sheila's conversation.

Even using his vampire abilities, he found it hard to hear clearly, probably some witchy magic's doing. Still he was able to catch the jist of the exchanges.

Both women were sobbing, hugging, telling each other how much they've missed and love one another. Bonnie filling her Grams in, in on all the madness in Mystic Falls, while Grams expressing how proud she is of what Bonnie's been able to do. Not just her powers, which have progressed tremendously Damon had to admit, but on how well she's managed on her own. Yes, little Bennett's lived through hell alone. With her mother out the picture, her dad barely paying attention to the girl, and Grams, well, you know, she's done more than anyone can ever expect a mortal to do.

Funny, they're poles apart when personalities are considered, but they are so similar. All they hold dear and close is dead or is good as dead, the family they have caught up in alcohol or true love. And for the first time ever, both on the same day he should add, getting praises from everyone. For the first time in his existence, he too is pleased with himself.

Now if only he could make the witch proud of him as he is of her and himself, they could ditch everyone and make-out and maybe do more. He can hear her moan his name over and over already. "Damon. Damon! DAMON!" He felt a hand on his shoulder, grinning he replied "Yes Bonnie…"

"Grams, she wants to talk to you" she whispered shakily, which shook Damon out of his fantasy.

"Oh," was all that escaped his lips at this reality. He carefully examined the little, caramel, heart-shaped faced for a few brief moments, searching for something in those warm, soft, green eyes with his vertigo-inducing blue ones. "Okay," he finally said and walked over the Sheila.

Three hours flew by, as everyone took turns talking to Bonnie's Grams. At first, it was somber, a walk down memory lane. Which slowly transformed to happy reminiscence, it was after all Bonnie's birthday, so they daydreamed about the all the fun they'll have in life to look forward to.

And before they knew it, it was time for Sheila to leave. Elena couldn't watch this, it was like Dj vu. Bonnie crying, trying to 'fix' the situation, to find a way to make Grams stay. It was Caroline who stood behind Bonnie, ready to hold her down and comfort her.

Sheila excused them and took her a few feet away from everyone. "Child you know this is impossible. I can't possibly stay, I've had my time here, I have to go back to my real home now. And why treat this as a final goodbye? I'm not going away from you forever. I'll always be watching over you. You know better than anyone here, spirits always leave hints for their loved ones to know they are always watching them. Only for a year, then I'll see you back here again."

"Or sooner." It was not a question, Bonnie simply stated grimly.

"No! Absolutely not! I would rather us never be allowed to meet again like this than have you in such a grave danger. Never wish that, never you hear me?" Then her serious expression transformed to a soft one as she exhaled deeply. "Now, come give me a hug before they force me out of here."

Bonnie ran into her arms and started to sob uncontrollably, "I'll miss you so much, I love you so much Grams! I- I" more sobs broke out as she started to shake violently.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay baby girl." Grams said while comforting her lone grandchild. "I know, baby girl, I know. I love you too. And I'll miss you. But I'll always be there, I'll always watch over you."

And then she took Bonnie out of her embrace and brought her back to the group who stood waiting a bit uncomfortably.

"Take care of each other, love one another." And that was all she said before a loud humming noise began. A gush of wind came into their view, shaking everything, taking Grams with it.

aww, that was heartbreaking. xD so wonderful.

that was wonderful dhruvs....