Uncharted Territory

Bonnie had fallen asleep, it was the night after she was swept into another world with Damon, as she laid there dreaming, her body twitched, and she could feel the tears roll down her cheeks. She knew her and Damon were going to die that night, or so she thought so. But, to be stuck with him and only him in another time frame now, had really set her back and put a different view of how she saw Damon.

He was no longer the monster she once knew him as, he was the only person she had left. There was no Elena, Care, Jer, or Stefan, just her, Damon being stuck in 1960. Feeling a hand run over her cheek, her eyes fluttered open only to see Damon trying to wake her up from her nightmare/dream. "Damon.." she gasped as she sat up. "I can't - Damon, I can't stand being here anymore" she sighed

It was so much for her small mind to wrap around, being stuck in the Salvatore house from 1960, yet it was only her and Damon stuck there, a ghost town. She knew Damon all to well, and bit her bottom lip, while tucking a loose strand of her coco brown hair behind her ear, looking into his mystical hues, waiting on some kind of witty, or arrogant comment, secretly it cheered her up and made the time pass, while she put on a serious expression about it and teased him right back.

"I'm really getting sick of pancakes" she stated, her tone filled with humor, but that's all the two of them ate every morning, it was like every day was on repeat for them.