Damon watched Julain cradle Bonnie's head to his chest and felt a pang of hurt. He shook it off and walked to them. "I can save her."
Julian looked up with red-rimmed eyes and Bonnie's blood staining the otherwise golden skin on his face. Again, Damon blinked at Julian's strange looks. He had never seen anyone that even slightly resembled Julian before, which was amazing with the hundreds of years Damon had been around. Though, he got the feeling the Julian was the farthest thing from human you could get. Not vampire though.
"How?" Julian's voice was hoarse and hope started to spring to life within him.
"You know how..." Damon ran a finger along his teeth and felt them elongate in response to the mild pressure.
"It's too late for that." Julian's voice went flat as the hope died and he gathered Bonnie's limp body to him once more. He felt yet more tears run down his cheeks as he brushed a stray curl away from her cold lips. Coldness that would never end. Bonnie was gone. No more of her light in his life. No more love, just, emptiness.
"Not if I do it right now. Her blood is still warm." Damon watched Julian stiffen and run a finger down the side of her still face. "Save her." He whispered and stepped away with heavy reluctance.
Only Damon could save her now. Julian again felt a heavy resentment and sadness that he was a shadowman with no powers pertaining to the continuation of life. All he could do was death. He pushed aside the feelings as Damon lay beside Bonnie on the bed Julian had conjured. All that mattered was Bonnie. Nothing would ever be right again if she was no longer alive.
Damon saw the gash cause by Kalliope on Bonnie's neck and winced with disgust as he fitted his mouth to it.
Julian tensed his muscles to keep himself from moving as he watched Damon drink of her. He's helping her... He tried to listen to the little rational voice in his head when all he felt like doing was beating Damon to a bloody pulp.
A nasty-looking knife appeared in Damon's hand as he pulled it away from it's casing under his shirt. Julian turned away when he ran it across the base of his throat and leaned back over Bonnie so her mouth was in line with the trickling blood.
Julian felt Bonnie's presence coming back into existence slowly, and thanked God that Damon had been fast enough to save her. He held out his hand, and closed it around the delicate object that appeared in it. He wiped the remaining wetness off his face and turned to watch the awakening Bonnie.
The solid bracelt he held in his hand he latched onto Bonnie's ankle so she would forever be protected from the deadening sun by the lapus lazuli encrusted into it.
"Julian..." Bonnie moaned automatically as she woke and looked up into the familiar tender bright blue gaze. They were filled with an aching emotion and she reached out a hand to stroke the side of his face.
Stars exploded and she gasped in terror as something started pulling at her weak mind.
"Don't be afriad..." Julian strove to reassure her as wonderment filled his eyes. Damon watched on, then, with a heaviness in his heart, left, completely forgotten by Bonnie and Julian.
Julian leaned down to her slowly and gently placed his lips to hers as his world exploded. Bonnie sighed and curved her hand around his neck while letting her mind go. Something inside her said it was right, and who was she to argue with her innermost consciousness?
Something seemed to shatter within her and darkness surrounded her as she was thrust suddenly into Julian's mind.
It was a cold place filled with silvery icicles and solid darkness. There was a flash of bright red at the corner of her eye, and she turned fully to see exactly what the only bit of colour in this desolute place was.
*Its you...* Julian's voice answered from all around Bonnie and he appeared in front of her. *You're my only light.*
Bonnie felt tears starting as she was finally able to feel what was going through his mind. A love, the deepness of which she had never imagined washed over her.
*I love you...* Bonnie reached out mentally to him and was delighted by the flashing of light in his expressive eyes. The silver chord hummed in the back of his mind as he whispered back, "Tha gradh agam ort."*
*Tha gradh agam ort= I love you in scottish gaelic. Findabhiar Aery
The End
