She's Only Happy in the Sun
Title: She's Only Happy in the Sun (title borrowed from song of same name by Ben Harper)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (television show, not books)
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Rose, Bonnie Bennett, Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, and the rest of the gang
Pairings: Damon/Rose, Stefan/Elena, hints of Bonnie/Jeremy and Caroline/Tyler
Rating: Back to the "nothin' you wouldn't see on TVD" rating again
Spoilers: Potentially all aired episodes *AND* for the extended promo of "The Descent"
Summary: See "The Descent" extended promo. The focus, however, is on Damon and Rose, so don't expect to see everything from the promo in this story.
Disclaimer: Yep...I don't even own a share of CW stock.
A/N: So this totally feels like gettin'-where-we-need-to-go filler again. I hate that. :/ But I don't know what to do about it, but post it and get it over with so we can get on to the good stuff.
Also, chapter 1, Expect the Unexpected, is here, chapter 2, Is She Gonna Die, Stefan? is chillin' here, chapter 3, Friends Indeed, has made a home for itself here, chapter 4, Walking the Plank, is making a nuisance of itself over here, chapter 5, Downward Slope and a Hint of Hope lies over yonder, and chapter 6, Costs, is thisaway.
Chapter 7: What Goes Around Comes Around
The next morning, Bonnie gazes around at the group in the living room, Alaric has been added to last night’s registry, though Jeremy still has not at Elena’s insistence, and Rose tosses gently on the couch, Damon anchored casually to the fireplace end where her head rests. “We have the wolfsbane-”
“And the blood!” Damon interjects, swishing the burgundy liquid in the vial he holds. Stefan and Elena exchange a look, but remain silent. Caroline, however, does not possess the same tact.
“You bloodlet her? Bonnie actually let you bloodlet her?” The blonde’s eyes are incredulously widened. Smirking, and fully appreciating the opportunity now presented to him, Damon replies, “Little witch tastes good.” He runs his tongue along his teeth as Caroline wrinkles her nose and exclaims, “Ewww.” She pauses while she realizes what Damon being in Bonnie’s room means. “And you left Rose alone in your room again to do it!”
Damon rolls his eyes. “I never-” he glances at Elena, “well, almost never make the same mistake twice, Blondie. I vervained her again before I left,” he says it casually; casually enough that Elena knows the action pained him. “And I listened real close.”
Caroline huffs at his mocking tone and Alaric thinks this particular conversation has probably gone far enough. “Focus, guys,” he implores, rolling his eyes.
Bonnie nods and repeats Damon’s earlier comment with gusto, “And we’ve got the blood.” Damon smirks once more at Caroline before turning back to the gang at large and continuing the list, “Now we just need some half-breed mutt fur.”
“Redundant,” Caroline mutters and Damon growls almost playfully at her.
“Fur?” Elena asks. “Why werewolf fur?”
“They excrete a semi-antidote for their own toxin through their skin,” Bonnie explains, citing the page from the grimoire dedicated to the tonic. “It gets absorbed by their fur, or their hair when they’re in human form, though it’s less potent then and requires more hair than it would actual fur. And it’s creature-specific, meaning that Tyler’s hair won’t work for a bite from Jules.”
“Well, we don’t have time to wait for the next full moon and I don’t think any of us really wanna take on Cujo, so that means we need the bitch’s hair.” Damon sends a look around the room, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. Nobody disputes him.
“Sooo we steal her hairbrush,” Alaric suggests. The vampires each raise an eyebrow at him. “So I steal her hairbrush,” he corrects. “Would that be enough hair?”
“If she hasn’t cleaned it out in awhile, yeah.” Bonnie nods.
“Do we know where she’s staying?”
“I do,” Jeremy declares from the doorway. Everybody turns to look at him, Damon’s chuckle grating Elena’s nerves as she tries to figure out some way to make Jer go home. The teenager holds up a hand as he comes down the stairs. “Jenna’s at Alaric’s house,” he tells Elena, cutting off her protest that he needs to be protecting their aunt. He looks to Alaric, “Cooking you dinner, by the way, act surprised.” He gives his attention back to Elena, “The only vampires that have an invitation inside there are standing in this room and she’s back on her vervain regiment. And,” he adds, “I called Sheriff Forbes, told her to keep an eye on her, because ‘there’s been some strange dude standing outside our house lately. And only at night.’ So she’s on the vampire alert.”
“Well done, Jeremy,” Stefan compliments him, flinching from Elena’s enraged glare when she spins on him.
“Not half bad, kid,” Damon concedes, “except, once again, we’ve now got the council unwittingly on our backs.” He downs the last of the amber scotch from his glass with enthusiasm.
Jeremy shrugs. “Gotta work with what you’ve got. Now what’re we doing with Jules’ hair?”
“Making a potion, saving a vampire,” Damon answers before Bonnie can.
“What?” Jeremy bites, suddenly closing in on Bonnie even as he remains where he is.
The girl in question settles her shoulders. “I’m making a tonic for Rose.”
“Does that require any spell casting?” Alaric eyes the two teens, Stefan and Elena exchange another look, and Caroline silently gloats, knowing she’s the only one who understands or, rather, has an inkling ‘cause she only kind of gets it.
Reluctantly, Bonnie answers, “Yes.”
“Is that safe?” he persists, to her obvious displeasure. “Jeremy,” she hisses, “later.”
Now concerned, Elena steps forward. “What is it, Bonnie?” Caroline moves up as well, settling beside Damon and unconsciously copying his cross-armed posture.
“Nothing, Elena,” the witch tries to reassure her.
“No, not nothing,” Jeremy argues. “Bonnie’s been having trouble casting spells. They drain her. It’s not safe for her to perform them.” Interestedly, Damon steps forward.
“I thought that was only the tomb spell,” Stefan says. Elena looks at him and back to Bonnie, oblivious, because nobody had ever given her full explanations of exactly how Stefan had gotten stuck in the tomb and she’d never asked, not, really, wanting to know.
Before the conversation can go any farther in this…unsavory direction, Damon speaks. “Have you been replenishing your magic?”
The entire group cocks their heads at him and he rolls their eyes at their lack faith in his expertise. “I’m a 168” he pauses, “ish-year-old vampire, guys. And I’ve been keeping her witchy family alive for the past century and a half of it. I’m not deaf or blind. How to be a Witch 101: witches need to replenish their magic.”
“How do I replenish my magic?” Bonnie inquires intently.
With a wave of his hand, he dismisses her question, “Something to do with your element and getting in tune with it-I saw quite a few naked swims. It should say in that cookbook of yours, but we don’t have time to do that right now. You just need some blood.”
“What?”
“Blood,” Damon repeats. “Mine or Stefan’s. Or Caroline’s,” he adds as an afterthought. “It’ll give you strength. It won’t cure the effects of your bloodletting,” he shrugs, “but it will enable you to do the spell.” Rose whimpers, and he absently runs a hand down her cheek.
“You can have mine!” Caroline volunteers eagerly. Bonnie can’t hide her repulsion and Caroline’s heart sinks. “I’m sorry, Care. I just, I can’t drink vampire blood.”
“You can and you will,” Damon contests. “Or all my promises become null and void.”
“Promises…?” Jeremy voices, and is ignored.
Bonnie stares into Damon’s eyes, searching, and he stares back.
“Okay, Care,” Bonnie cedes slowly, “whatcha got?”
Caroline beams and drops her face to slice down a vein in her wrist with a careful stroke of a fang. “Here,” she offers.
Bonnie leans in uncomfortably. “Can you guys stop watching?” she requests of the peanut gallery. Damon scoffs but turns his back as the rest of them do and Bonnie’s lips close on her friend’s seemingly delicate wrist.
Chapter 8: Foolproof
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (television show, not books)
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Rose, Bonnie Bennett, Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, and the rest of the gang
Pairings: Damon/Rose, Stefan/Elena, hints of Bonnie/Jeremy and Caroline/Tyler
Rating: Back to the "nothin' you wouldn't see on TVD" rating again
Spoilers: Potentially all aired episodes *AND* for the extended promo of "The Descent"
Summary: See "The Descent" extended promo. The focus, however, is on Damon and Rose, so don't expect to see everything from the promo in this story.
Disclaimer: Yep...I don't even own a share of CW stock.
A/N: So this totally feels like gettin'-where-we-need-to-go filler again. I hate that. :/ But I don't know what to do about it, but post it and get it over with so we can get on to the good stuff.
Also, chapter 1, Expect the Unexpected, is here, chapter 2, Is She Gonna Die, Stefan? is chillin' here, chapter 3, Friends Indeed, has made a home for itself here, chapter 4, Walking the Plank, is making a nuisance of itself over here, chapter 5, Downward Slope and a Hint of Hope lies over yonder, and chapter 6, Costs, is thisaway.
Chapter 7: What Goes Around Comes Around
The next morning, Bonnie gazes around at the group in the living room, Alaric has been added to last night’s registry, though Jeremy still has not at Elena’s insistence, and Rose tosses gently on the couch, Damon anchored casually to the fireplace end where her head rests. “We have the wolfsbane-”
“And the blood!” Damon interjects, swishing the burgundy liquid in the vial he holds. Stefan and Elena exchange a look, but remain silent. Caroline, however, does not possess the same tact.
“You bloodlet her? Bonnie actually let you bloodlet her?” The blonde’s eyes are incredulously widened. Smirking, and fully appreciating the opportunity now presented to him, Damon replies, “Little witch tastes good.” He runs his tongue along his teeth as Caroline wrinkles her nose and exclaims, “Ewww.” She pauses while she realizes what Damon being in Bonnie’s room means. “And you left Rose alone in your room again to do it!”
Damon rolls his eyes. “I never-” he glances at Elena, “well, almost never make the same mistake twice, Blondie. I vervained her again before I left,” he says it casually; casually enough that Elena knows the action pained him. “And I listened real close.”
Caroline huffs at his mocking tone and Alaric thinks this particular conversation has probably gone far enough. “Focus, guys,” he implores, rolling his eyes.
Bonnie nods and repeats Damon’s earlier comment with gusto, “And we’ve got the blood.” Damon smirks once more at Caroline before turning back to the gang at large and continuing the list, “Now we just need some half-breed mutt fur.”
“Redundant,” Caroline mutters and Damon growls almost playfully at her.
“Fur?” Elena asks. “Why werewolf fur?”
“They excrete a semi-antidote for their own toxin through their skin,” Bonnie explains, citing the page from the grimoire dedicated to the tonic. “It gets absorbed by their fur, or their hair when they’re in human form, though it’s less potent then and requires more hair than it would actual fur. And it’s creature-specific, meaning that Tyler’s hair won’t work for a bite from Jules.”
“Well, we don’t have time to wait for the next full moon and I don’t think any of us really wanna take on Cujo, so that means we need the bitch’s hair.” Damon sends a look around the room, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. Nobody disputes him.
“Sooo we steal her hairbrush,” Alaric suggests. The vampires each raise an eyebrow at him. “So I steal her hairbrush,” he corrects. “Would that be enough hair?”
“If she hasn’t cleaned it out in awhile, yeah.” Bonnie nods.
“Do we know where she’s staying?”
“I do,” Jeremy declares from the doorway. Everybody turns to look at him, Damon’s chuckle grating Elena’s nerves as she tries to figure out some way to make Jer go home. The teenager holds up a hand as he comes down the stairs. “Jenna’s at Alaric’s house,” he tells Elena, cutting off her protest that he needs to be protecting their aunt. He looks to Alaric, “Cooking you dinner, by the way, act surprised.” He gives his attention back to Elena, “The only vampires that have an invitation inside there are standing in this room and she’s back on her vervain regiment. And,” he adds, “I called Sheriff Forbes, told her to keep an eye on her, because ‘there’s been some strange dude standing outside our house lately. And only at night.’ So she’s on the vampire alert.”
“Well done, Jeremy,” Stefan compliments him, flinching from Elena’s enraged glare when she spins on him.
“Not half bad, kid,” Damon concedes, “except, once again, we’ve now got the council unwittingly on our backs.” He downs the last of the amber scotch from his glass with enthusiasm.
Jeremy shrugs. “Gotta work with what you’ve got. Now what’re we doing with Jules’ hair?”
“Making a potion, saving a vampire,” Damon answers before Bonnie can.
“What?” Jeremy bites, suddenly closing in on Bonnie even as he remains where he is.
The girl in question settles her shoulders. “I’m making a tonic for Rose.”
“Does that require any spell casting?” Alaric eyes the two teens, Stefan and Elena exchange another look, and Caroline silently gloats, knowing she’s the only one who understands or, rather, has an inkling ‘cause she only kind of gets it.
Reluctantly, Bonnie answers, “Yes.”
“Is that safe?” he persists, to her obvious displeasure. “Jeremy,” she hisses, “later.”
Now concerned, Elena steps forward. “What is it, Bonnie?” Caroline moves up as well, settling beside Damon and unconsciously copying his cross-armed posture.
“Nothing, Elena,” the witch tries to reassure her.
“No, not nothing,” Jeremy argues. “Bonnie’s been having trouble casting spells. They drain her. It’s not safe for her to perform them.” Interestedly, Damon steps forward.
“I thought that was only the tomb spell,” Stefan says. Elena looks at him and back to Bonnie, oblivious, because nobody had ever given her full explanations of exactly how Stefan had gotten stuck in the tomb and she’d never asked, not, really, wanting to know.
Before the conversation can go any farther in this…unsavory direction, Damon speaks. “Have you been replenishing your magic?”
The entire group cocks their heads at him and he rolls their eyes at their lack faith in his expertise. “I’m a 168” he pauses, “ish-year-old vampire, guys. And I’ve been keeping her witchy family alive for the past century and a half of it. I’m not deaf or blind. How to be a Witch 101: witches need to replenish their magic.”
“How do I replenish my magic?” Bonnie inquires intently.
With a wave of his hand, he dismisses her question, “Something to do with your element and getting in tune with it-I saw quite a few naked swims. It should say in that cookbook of yours, but we don’t have time to do that right now. You just need some blood.”
“What?”
“Blood,” Damon repeats. “Mine or Stefan’s. Or Caroline’s,” he adds as an afterthought. “It’ll give you strength. It won’t cure the effects of your bloodletting,” he shrugs, “but it will enable you to do the spell.” Rose whimpers, and he absently runs a hand down her cheek.
“You can have mine!” Caroline volunteers eagerly. Bonnie can’t hide her repulsion and Caroline’s heart sinks. “I’m sorry, Care. I just, I can’t drink vampire blood.”
“You can and you will,” Damon contests. “Or all my promises become null and void.”
“Promises…?” Jeremy voices, and is ignored.
Bonnie stares into Damon’s eyes, searching, and he stares back.
“Okay, Care,” Bonnie cedes slowly, “whatcha got?”
Caroline beams and drops her face to slice down a vein in her wrist with a careful stroke of a fang. “Here,” she offers.
Bonnie leans in uncomfortably. “Can you guys stop watching?” she requests of the peanut gallery. Damon scoffs but turns his back as the rest of them do and Bonnie’s lips close on her friend’s seemingly delicate wrist.
Chapter 8: Foolproof