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Who: Damon Salvatore + OTA (but he's going to attack people who annoys him, just so you know)
Where: around mansion
When: 24th of July - 30th of July
Rating: PG-13 at least
Summary: Elena disappeared. Damon is a mess.
The Story:

Damon cannot find Elena anywhere. Never mind that the last time he saw her she was defending the asshole that tried to kill him. She is nowhere in the mansion at all, and Damon searches each and every single corner for her, busting down doors, looking for her wherever he can look as he drinks from multiple bottles of bourbon. He always has one in hand as he darts around the mansion, shoving down doors, rough housing people who might know where Elena's at. No one has satisfying answers.

He's dangerous.

He's angry.

He's not to be messed with at the moment, tearing down the hallways, flipping over shelves and anything that happens to be in his way in his anger, in his sheer frustration

and refusal to accept. He leaves a path of destruction wherever he goes, broken tables, holes in walls, a path of destruction left behind him. Broken doors and broken walls.

Damon doesn't give a fuck.

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She pauses to offer Damon her are you serious right now look, but she also then takes the bait and huffs.

"Do you know how big this place is? Keep unfolding."

Her words snap atop the crinkle and crunch of paper that just. Keeps. Unfolding. Seriously, Bonnie, the hallways should not be twice as wide as the kitchen. She really is the worst. She leaves the rest of the unfolding to Damon, and crab walks to the nearest spate of drawers to find the next ingredient.

"Besides, it doesn't need to be perfect. It's ... symbolic, mostly."

Damon narrows his gaze at that look she sends him, but he makes a face even as he listens, continuing to unfold. He knows she's the one with the magic. "No, I haven't been to every corner of it... like you clearly have." And he's not complaining. He evens sounds mildly impressed especially given how useful this is. She's the one that can tell them because of this in no uncertain terms whether or not Elena is still in Wonderland anywhere.

It's the difference between thinking she's been taken by Klaus (whatever the hell people might say about the future, about how those goals have changed which is hard to imagine when the ancient vampire has been wanting this for so damn long). He still looks wholly unimpressed by the map, but he sits forward.

"Crack down on this symbolism then, squiggly, uneven lines and all. Tell me what you need."

Legit anything... he's desperate and made a huge mess.

"Get the lock of her hair out of my bag-- the front pocket." No, she's not explaining that she carries her best friend's hair around with her because she is Bonnie and he is Damon -- literally the two people in the world who would do that ever.

She continues her own rifling, with one more ingredient to go.

Damon darts over to Bonnie's bag, pulling the lock of hair out and then darting back over to her. No, Damon is the only person in the world who would not find this creepy or weird in the slightest.

If he could do a spell to find out where Elena was at when necessary, he'd keep a lock of her hair too. "...did she give this to you?" That's his only question. He's curious if Bonnie asked for it if she took it.

There's no judgement regardless.

Bonnie just nods, a double-bob of the head.

"It'll have to do." She finally retrieves three candles, which she sets atop the map in an isosceles before pulling matches out of another drawer and trading him the matches for the hair. She silently points from one to the next to the last and assumes he'll understand they should be lit in succession.

"I don't want to waste the energy so don't even ask," Bonnie adds as she seats herself cross-legged just off the edge of the map and begins to chant in a low alto under her breath:

"Phasmatos tribum. Nas ex veras..."

Damon glances over at her before he shrugs and then nods as he doesn't care if she actually answers. It's important that she has the hair how ever she got it, and he knows it'll solve this issue of if she's still in wonderland or if she's not.

He moves forward, staring over the map as Bonnie starts the spell.

For once, Damon doesn't say a word. He's completely silent, allowing Bonnie to search.

What light in the room that isn't offered by candles suddenly dissipates and the three flames reach high into the air, far beyond their natural capabilities. Bonnie's face is thrown into a severe shadow, and Damon's is lit as if by a beacon. There's an impossible intensity to his love for Elena that in this moment Bonnie can admit eclipses her own, if only to make us of it.

In a beat, the flames die down again. As Bonnie whispers the incantation, she leans forward and burns a section of hair in each candle. When she leans back, wax starts to seep out of one of them and traces outward toward the edge of the map.

She stops her cant to look up at Damon for a moment, hoping his need for Elena will fuel the spell beyond its usual capabilities. This method is beyond what's in her grimoires; a product of her readings in Wonderland and her attempt to reach beyond their means.

Damon moves in closer to her as she starts to whisper the incantation. He's intense at the moment. He's geared up, wound tighter than- wound very tightly like at any moment something could set him off and the whole world would suffer for it. He stares at her, and he does have an intense love for Elena, an intense need for her to be returned. If it were a fire, it would raze a whole forest down in seconds flat. If it were a meteor, it would tear a hole through everything on its path.

If it were rain, it would flood the Earth.

He's never lived it. Because I love you. and. Maybe that's the problem.

Damon can feel it. He can feel the moment she begins to channel him, and he gives over aggressively more than she expects, more than she likely wants. He gives it all and then more without hesitation. Every memory, every thought, the ones Elena remembers and the ones she doesn't.

Wonderland pushes back.

But Bonnie's able to hold it together; she's been practicing magicks above her reach since arriving in Wonderland. The intensity of Damon's feelings and memories combined with her own stubbornness and need to fix weather the first wave of this world's defenses. She wavers in place, but Bonnie only pauses the words of the spell to snarl at Damon:

"I need more." Her hand shoots out toward him, palm open and demanding.

Damon stares at her hand after a moment before he reaches out to take it, holding on tightly to her hand, as he opens his mind out further to her own, swimming through the world of memories that he has of Elena Gilbert.

How he walked up to her with the gift of that necklace at her birthday while she was staring in the mirror, trying to be happy. How he left and came back only to find out Klaus had put her in the hospital and he carried her out. How she looked at him and asked him where he was (part in accusation), and he promised to never leave her again.

The plan they made to defeat Klaus, how close they came, how Elena comforted him in the aftermath.

How he saw her again in Wonderland, the feeling of knowing she was here but not knowing where she was, the moment he saw her again and how it slammed into him with the force of a thousand suns.

The room stays dark.

She becomes a transistor through which Damon's energy is honed into a current and applied to the spell with remarkable deftness. It's too bad it's still not enough. Maybe if Freya were here-- if Dorian had remained in Wonderland to help, if Billy was sitting beside her, but...

"Ah--!" Bonnie's hand rips from Damon's grip to hold her forehead, and the last light extinguishes as she collapses to the side.

Damon blinks abruptly when Bonnie collapses to the side. NOT good. He moves over, reaching out as his hand rests against her arm, giving a gentle shake.

"...Bonnie?"

Is she okay?

Did she find anything out? Witch magic is tough.

Her body jostles, loose and unnatural, her skin still impossibly warm with the remnants of energy she'd been funneling. Slowly, the four candles start to emit soft flickers of light to reveal that the map is devoid of any trails of wax-- that Elena is beyond its capabilities of reach.

Bonnie's chest doesn't move. There's no sound of her breath or thump of the heart in her chest. The warmth is quickly dissipating.

Damon has touched a lot of dead bodies before, and he is now utterly, panicking-ly aware that Bonnie Bennett is dead. His intense love of Elena Gilbert has actually killed her. He shakes her again like that might wake her up. He considers trying CPR but he has literally no idea how, but he's going to try anyway because fuck if this is happening right now, fuck if she is dead, no.

She's too dead for vampire blood to bring her back.

"No, no, no, no. Wake up. Elena's gonna lose it if she comes back to you being very dead." He finds the place over her chest where her heart should be and starts wildly doing CPR with chest compressions. "Fuck! You can't die because of me when I didn't even try to kill you so come back or so help me--"

This is not okay. This is not how this works. He kills people when he means to not because he... didn't ,and it's Bonnie, Elena's best friend, and someone he begrudgingly cares about in a way he won't admit (~~not yet~~).

Crunch.

For all Bonnie's bluster and bluntness, her body is as fragile as any human's. Her ribcage caves under Damon's inexperienced and too-strong hands, forcing the air up through her throat in a eerie sigh of relief.

But her eyes remain unblinking.

"Fuck!" It's exclaimed out of him moments after the crunch of her rib cage under his hands, and he winces and grimaces both in one at the terrible sound that's been made by him trying to put things all the way back together again.

Again, there's the word escaping him as her body just caves against his touch, breaks and crunches underneath his hands with a sickening sound he'll pretend he's forgotten, and he lets out a hiss like he's burned him even though he is the burning thing. He's destruction personified, and he forces himself up to his feet because of course.

Of course he tries to save her, tries to fix his mistake only to create even greater destruction of her very human, very fragile body. His hands are shaking, but there's no one there to see so he allows it. Then he swallows, reminds himself she will come back (People come back in Wonderland. They come back after they have died. It's what people have said again and again, and Elena might not trust in it, but Damon has to right now).

He paces, walking around on the floor, worrying about it, because if she doesn't come back- if she doesn't-- He can't think about that. There's more pacing around in front of her bed still, trying to reach some level of calm, which is impossible to reach, and Damon kneels down, picking her up in his arms, and then speeding as fast as he can to her room, pressing the door open before anyone can see.

He sinks back down on the edge of the bed, folding his hands tightly together, searching for a bottle of bourbon and then drinking from it very openly and deeply, swallowing down the burn as he quickly makes his way through most of the bottle

while sitting on the edge of Bonnie's bed

as her corpse is lying on top of the mattress.

Edited 2016-08-22 02:05 (UTC)

Peter usually comes to check in on Bonnie daily. They either hang out or he makes sure she's not studying the magic stuff too deeply, and so it's not really out of the ordinary that Peter opens the door after one knock to signal that he's coming inside except it's not Bonnie that greets him so quickly that Peter's nearly knocked back by it.

"...Damon? Where's--"

And he stares at him abruptly, smelling the booze coming off of him, smelling... blood too. His mouth parts, and panic hits him immediately, intensely, completely. He tries to push past him before the words even come out, but Damon reaches out a hand to stop him immediately and now it's about time for two super strength people to shove at each other until one of them moves, an immovable object verses an unstoppable force, because-

Something must have happened. It's radiating off of Damon like- Something happened, and he is in Bonnie's room, and Peter can smell blood. Panic starts to beat in his rib cage like it's its own beast inside of him.

And he knows what Bonnie's mirror said about her, and he knows how dangerous it could all be-- His voice is shaky in denial already, yelling, hands grown to fists ready to hit him.

"Let me through!"

But Damon's quicker.

Damon is quicker, and Damon is stronger. He grabs hold of the surprisingly strong kid except oh right, it's Peter Parker, and Damon is up on pop culture enough to know about Spider-man. Vampires just happen to be a whole lot stronger than bug bitten teens. He removes the vervain bracelet from him, because protection from compulsion isn't always effective when someone can more quickly take it off of them.

"Listen, bug boy, you're going to forget you ever came here and go away."

Compulsion is such an easy power for Damon to wield. He's done it so many times for so many different things, compelling someone to feel better as vague as that might be, compelling them to not be afraid of him, compelling them to forget a specific memory.

"Bonnie is fine. Come back in two days."

And Peter listens immediately, turning around and walking in the other direction.

Damon shuts and locks the door behind him, planning on not answering it again, as he sinks back down on to the bed again with his bourbon and drinks and waits and doesn't sleep.

He'll be like that until Bonnie comes back.

Where does life begin in the body of a human? Is it the air in their lungs, the blood in their veins? Is it the microscopic spark of neurons coursing from brain to spine to extremities? What of the soul?

Bonnie can't answer these questions-- she wakes with a jolt, sucking in air and gasping as her body is jumpstarted into motion. She's felt the fog of unconsciousness before and that of returning in Wonderland. In this moment, they are no different.

She's upright in her bed, turning and searching.

"Damon? Elena!" Bonnie won't deny the shock and fear in her voice. Her hand goes to her chest, at lingering knives that dig in with every intake of breath. "Did it work?"

Edited 2016-09-02 19:08 (UTC)

Damon rushes so far on top of the bed that he falls off the other side when he hears her voice. The hours dragged on, and he'd lost track of time, lost track of what else to do. He swallows as he looks down at her, staring at her face as she starts to wake.

He reaches his hand out to her arm, holding on to her as she sits upright in bed, because he has no idea if there are lingering... death effects, but oh god, she's back. She's back, alive, breathing, and now he doesn't have to figure out what to do if that- if that was no longer true.

His gaze is dark, and he doesn't answer the question, because-

"You died."

Damon's words echo against the walls of her room. Surely they weren't real. He said something else, something that was possible and fixable. They sink in on some level, leading Bonnie to examine herself for proof. To feel her own heartbeat, rub at her eyes. She stares at her hands, and then up at Damon's face.

"No."

Finally, she tears herself away from him to launch herself off of the bed and scramble into her bathroom. The mirror's covered, so she rips the shirt off of it to stare. Those are her eyes, aren't they? Her hair, her skin. Her tears. Her voice as it makes it own echo in the small tiled room.

"No, no. No." Bonnie moves back away from the mirror-- sharply remembering that mirrors here aren't kind. "But where's Elena?"

Damon pushes himself up to his feet abruptly, following after her to the bathroom as she looks into the mirror in the bathroom. He stares at her from where he is in the doorway. He is the worst possible person to be here right now, because he has no idea how to help at all, and he actually wants to for once, but-

"She's not here."

It's said sharply in a low voice as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"You died trying to find her--" No, that's not quite true. "You died because of me but not on purpose." For once, he murdered someone accidentally. "How- how do you... feel?"

Is it weird?

Slow, Bonnie's eyes move from her hands up to Damon's face. Her mouth hangs open in shock.

"How do I feel?" With Damon, it's easier for Bonnie to feel her anger. To not worry about hurting his feelings-- or care at all for that matter. It's OK to let it all burn underneath her skin and flash out through bared teeth and flushed cheeks.

"I died. How you think I feel?" Her th-- comes rushing like the hiss of a snake, saying without words: you don't think. Do you, Damon?

No, Damon doesn't think. He reacts. He acts. He feels too much, and he hears what isn't said there too in the venom of her words. He accepts it. He accepts anger lashed out his way easier than he accepts anything else (vulnerability, genuine reaching out). He wants to be hated. It's easier that way.

It's not far from the truth. People can't expect good that he doesn't have if he never does anything good.

"I don't know! That's why I asked if you were okay. I didn't know that was going to happen or I wouldn't have done it."

He didn't realize- He didn't know Wonderland would fight back so hard instead of just saying, No Elena here. And then she died from too much, and he crushed her chest, and- and- anger. She wants to be angry (and he knows what that is like, he knows what it is like to need to be angry because it's easier to feel), and he can give her a way to feel that and express it. It's about all he feels capable of doing.

"Your boyfriend showed."

Damon is a series of almosts.

He almost just had a real conversation with Bonnie. But then he mentions Peter and her eyes narrow with suspicion. Her mouth snaps shut and she's climbing to her feet and into his space in what probably takes forever from his stupid vampire perspective.

God there was a time she was so afraid of him her bones rattled with it. And even then she wouldn't back down. Now, she's got a death under her belt and a best friend who's missing and-- Damon. She's just got Damon. What a cruel consolation prize.

"What did you do." It's not a question. It's an order. "If you touched him, I swaer to god, Damon..."

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cw vivid depictions of death, gore, corpse

1/3 ..........shh

2/2 nopes on outta things

3/3 :')

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