~The pen is mightier than the sword~ Invites only - Page 6

It was as if the water was trying to convey them a message. Play rough and you shall feel the wrath. The raging waves crashed so high, Bonnie was soaked, drenched from head to toe. In a way she was thankful for the water being cold, as it gave her body a reason for her teeth to chatter. She can easily convince Damon that it was not from fear but the icy waters, though she knew otherwise.

And to test her exact thoughts, he leans over and puts his arm over hers, "You okay there Bennett?" She tries to ignore the gentle touch and the warmth of his hand, so contradictory to his personality. "I'll be much better once you get your claws off of me" she snide, though she wants anything but that. Strangely his arm is comforting; reminding her she is not alone out here, she is safe, well as much as she can be with Damon.

"Oh Bonnie, always the affectionate one! I hate to ruin this heart touching moment we have, but I have to break it to you, we vampires don't have claws, I always told baby brother to stop going to school, they teach nothing but lies there" he snorts, "Anyways, if you feel as good as you claim, I need you to stroke faster, all that shaking is slowing us down woman."

"Slowing us down? Are you kidding me?! We are so far ahead; none of the other kayaks are in sight!" Afraid or not, she rowed with just as much force and strength as he, and dammit he should be more appreciative! "In fact, you should be glad I'm your partner!"

He gave a short laugh, "And who do you think rearranged the seating chart at the last minute?" Though he would never admit it out loud (not for his pride, but to subdue the little witch's cockiness) she was his equal matched. "Mutt and Blondie were never any competition to us. But I expected better from Stefan. I guess they got caught up in the birthday mood, if you catch my drift" he smirked devilishly. He read confusion on her face and continued "I honestly wonder if this innocence is act, surely that maiden body has had some experience. If you must look so lost, I'll have you know one of the greatest birthday present since the birth is and always will be the birthday suit. Since we are so ahead as you claim, why don't we kill some time till the others catch up? Admire and share each other b-day suits."

Horror crossed her face as she finally caught on, "You are so gross! Why is everything about sex and blood to you? Even on my birthday I have to deal with your perverted ways!" she replied disgusted.

He sighed heavily, "Lucky little witch, you don't have to deal with my 'perverted ways' any longer, we're here."

It was then she realized that the whole trip, her eyes have been glued to the water, watching it's every move. Finally looking up, she noticed a little piece of land, almost a tiny island, a mere 20 feet away. It was beautiful, but had this always been here? And why is no one there? "Where exactly is here?"

"Welcome to Symra Falls, the land of the Bennett lineage, passed from generation to generation on a witch's 18^th birthday for nearly two centuries." He expected her to be speechless, and when she was quiet for a minute or two, he smiled on being proven correct.

Once it all sunk in she spoke up, as they both step on the private land, "Wait, so if what you say is true, how do you know about this place?"

"You are forgetting one big piece of this puzzle: I have been watching over your family for roughly the same amount of time. I have brought some of your ancestors here to safety in battling times. It is the one place where no harm can be done to a Bennett, and also the one place where the current witch can be with her deceased lineage." He turns to her, not wanting to miss any emotion play across her face, and as he expected, all kinds of reactions played out. From extreme confusion, to understanding, to happiness, to pain, to joy, and so on and so forth until all the of the emotion spectrum had journey the little heart spaced face of hers.

"Damon- ar-, are you saying I can talk to Grams here?" she stumbled on her words.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" he smirked, "if I say yes, you have to do something for me."

Bonnie heard what he said loud and clear, her senses, her feelings were becoming overwhelming. The thought that she could see Grams again, talk to her again, it was all too much for her. "Anything Damon," she almost whispered, yes, she would give anything to see her Grams again.

Above all he could see she was joyous; that she spoke the truth. She was willing to do whatever he pleased in order to see her Grams. He knew her Grams meant a lot to her, but he never figured so much so that she would give in so easily to his agreement. In all honesty, there really isn't anything he wants from her, not yet at least. This was part of his deal with Emily. He no longer owed Emily, but he owes little Bonnie now. Not for saving his life once, but twice. The stubborn little witch put her and her grandmother's life on the line to bring him out the tomb. And after the events later that night, he vowed to bring her here himself on her 18^th birthday. If she lost her grams because of him, he was going to be the reason that she sees her again. "Then, yes."

That was all he had to reply, all it took for her to close the distance between them and wrap her arms around him. He had to admit, there is something sexy about a girl who isn't afraid to stand up to him, to put him in his place, but it's something different altogether when she's hugging you with such giddy. All his life, he's been second best to Stefan. His dad, Katherine, everyone back then, everyone here today, even Elena. And though, he knew there is no personal feelings attached in Bonnie's embrace, she still managed to make him feel appreciated, for the first time in his eternity, what he did mattered.

She let him go, looking up to meet her teary eyes with his now warm eyes. "How Damon? How do I see her?"

❤️ed it ....very well written and im glad it was long...as it made it all the more enjoyable to read....defo enjoying this new side to Damon...