The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Thirty-One

For what reason would they generally like to be on structures? Bonnie idea peevishly. Inside. Inside is decent. Nobody tumbles to their demise in the event that they're inside a structure. However, here we are. Stargazing from the highest point of the science building while out on the town with Zander was sentimental. Bonnie would be al for another little evening time outing, only both of them. In any case, celebrating on an alternate rooftop with a lot of Zander's companions was not sentimental, not even somewhat. She took a taste of her beverage and moved off the beaten path without looking as she heard the smack of bodies hitting the ground and the snorts of folks wrestling. Following two days of living with Zander, she was starting to get the names of his companions straight: Tristan and Marcus were the ones rol ing around on the floor with Zander. Jonah, Camden, and Spencer were accomplishing something they cal ed parkour, which for the most part appeared to include going around like morons and nearly fal ing off the rooftop. Enrique, Jared, Daniel, and Chad were al playing a detailed savoring game the corner. There were a couple of more folks who stuck around now and then, yet this was the center gathering. She loved them, she genuine y did. More often than not. They were rambunctious, certain, yet they were in every case exceptionally pleasant to her: getting her beverages, promptly giving her their coats in the event that she was cold, tel ing her that they had no clue what she found in a failure like Zander, which was obviously their person method of pronouncing the amount they cherished him and that they were upbeat he had a sweetheart. She investigated at Zander, who was chuckling as he held Tristan in a wrestler's hold and scoured his knuckles over the highest point of Tristan's head. â€Å"Do you give in?† he stated, and snorted in shock as Marcus, challenging blissful y, handled them both. It would have been simpler if there were different young ladies around that she could become acquainted with. On the off chance that Marcus (who was charming in a mammoth shaggy-haired Sasquatch sort of way) or Spencer (who had the sort of preppy rich-kid style that a few young ladies discovered very alluring) had a normal sweetheart, Bonnie would have somebody to trade wry looks with as the folks acted like goof balls. In any case, despite the fact that a young lady would intermittent y show up sticking to the arm of part of the gang, Bonnie could never observe her again after that night. With the exception of Bonnie, Zander appeared to go in an only manly world. Furthermore, following two days of fol owing the macho procession around town, Bonnie was beginning to become ill of it. She missed having young ladies to converse with. She missed Elena and Meredith, specifical y, despite the fact that she was stil distraught at them. â€Å"Hey,† she stated, advancing over to Zander. â€Å"Want to leave for a while?† Zander folded his arm over her shoulders. â€Å"Um. Why?† he asked, inclining down to kiss her neck. Bonnie rol ed her eyes. â€Å"It's sort of boisterous, wouldn't you say? We could take a pleasant calm walk or something.† Zander looked astounded yet gestured. â€Å"Sure, whatever you want.† They advanced down the emergency exit, fol owed by a couple of yells from Zander's companions, who assumed he was going on a food run and would in no time come back with hot wings and tacos. When they were a traffic light away from the housetop party, the clamor blurred and it was quiet, with the exception of the far off sound of an intermittent vehicle on the streets close by. Bonnie realized she should feel creeped out, strolling around evening time nearby, however she didn't. Not with Zander's deliver hers. â€Å"This is decent, isn't it?† Bonnie said cheerfully, looking up at the half moon overhead. â€Å"Yeah,† Zander stated, swinging her hand between them. â€Å"You know, I used to go on long strolls †runs, genuine y †with my father around evening time. Way out in the nation, in the evening glow. I love being outside at night.† â€Å"Aw, that is sweet,† Bonnie said. â€Å"Do you all stil do that when you're home?† â€Å"No.† Zander faltered and slouched his shoulders, his hair hanging in his face. Bonnie couldn't peruse his appearance. â€Å"My father †¦ he passed on. Some time ago.† â€Å"I'm so sorry,† Bonnie said earnestly, pressing his hand. â€Å"I'm okay,† Zander stated, stil gazing at his shoes. â€Å"But, y'know, I don't have any siblings or sisters, and the folks have kind of become like a family to me. I realize they can be an agony some of the time, however they're genuine y heroes. Also, they're imperative to me.† He looked at Bonnie somewhere off to the side. He looked so anxious, Bonnie felt a sharp ache of fondness for him. It was sweet that Zander and his companions were so close †that more likely than not been the family stuff he needed to manage a few evenings ago. He was steadfast, that much she knew. â€Å"Zander,† she said. â€Å"I know they're critical to you. I would prefer not to remove you from your companions, you goof.† She came to up to fold her arms over his neck and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. â€Å"Maybe only for an hour or two some of the time, yet not for long, I promise.† Zander restored the kiss with energy, and Bonnie shivered al the path down to her toes. Sticking to one another, they advanced toward a seat by the side of the way and plunked down to kiss some more. Zander just felt so great under her hands, al smooth muscles and smooth skin, and Bonnie ran her hands over his shoulders, along his arms, down his sides. At her touch, Zander out of nowhere recoiled. â€Å"What's the matter?† she stated, lifting her head away from his. â€Å"Nothing,† said Zander, going after her. â€Å"I was simply playing with the folks, you know. They play rough.† â€Å"Let me see,† Bonnie stated, getting at the stitch of his shirt, half concerned and half needing to simply look at Zander's abs. He had ended up being shockingly unassuming, considering they were sharing a room. Flinching once more, he sucked his breath in through his teeth as Bonnie lifted his shirt. She panted. Zander's entire side was secured with terrible dark and-purple wounds. â€Å"Zander,† Bonnie said appalled, â€Å"these look genuine y awful. You don't get wounds like that simply messing around.† They seem as though you were battling for your life †or another person was, she thought, and drove away the words. â€Å"They're nothing. Don't worry,† Zander stated, pulling his shirt down. He began to fold his arms over her once more, yet Bonnie moved away, feeling ambiguously sickened. â€Å"I wish you'd tel me what happened,† she said. â€Å"I did,† Zander said encouragingly. â€Å"You know how insane those folks get.† It was valid, she'd never known folks so boisterous. Zander went after her once more, and this time Bonnie drew nearer to him, turning her face up for his kiss. As their lips met, she recalled Zander's maxim to her, â€Å"You know me. You see me.† She knew him, Bonnie let herself know. She could trust Zander. Over the road, Damon remained in the shadow of a tree, watching Bonnie kiss Zander. He needed to concede he felt a little ache, seeing her in the arms of another person. There was something so sweet about Bonnie, and she was fearless and intel igent under that cotton-treats outside. The witchy edge included a little bit of flavor to her, as well. He'd generally thought of her as his. On the other hand, didn't the little redbird merit somebody of her own? As much as Damon preferred her, he didn't cherish her, he realized that. Seeing the thin kid's face light up in light of her grin, he thought possibly this one would. Subsequent to making out for a couple of more minutes, Bonnie and Zander stood up and meandered, connected at the hip, toward what Damon knew was Zander's dormitory. Damon trailed them, keeping to the shadows. He huffed out a breath of self-taunting chuckling. I'm getting delicate in my mature age, he thought. Back in the past times he would have eaten Bonnie without even batting an eye, and here he was stressing over her adoration life. Stil , it would be pleasant if the little redhead could be glad. In the event that her sweetheart wasn't a danger. Damon ful y anticipated that the glad couple should vanish into the residence together. Rather, Zander kissed Bonnie farewell and looked as she headed inside, at that point took ease off. Damon fol owed him, keeping covered up, as he returned to the gathering where they'd been previously. A couple of moments later, Zander descended once more, trailed by his pack of loud young men. Damon jerked in aggravation. God spare me from school young men, he thought. They were most likely going to pig out themselves on oily bar food. Following a few days of viewing Zander, he was all set back to Elena and report that the kid was blameworthy of just being classless. Rather than making a beeline for the closest bar, however, the young men ran across grounds, snappy and decided, as though they had a significant goal at the top of the priority list. Arriving at the edge of grounds, they headed into the forested areas. Damon gave them a couple of moments and afterward fol owed. He was acceptable at this, he was a predator, a characteristic tracker, thus it took him a couple of moments of tuning in, of sending his Power out, of definite y simply hustling through the forested areas, dark branches snapping before him, to understand that Zander and his young men were no more. Last y, Damon halted and inclined toward a tree to slow down. The forested areas were quiet aside from the honest sound of different forest animals continuing on ahead and his own worn out gasping. That pack of boisterous, repulsive youngsters had gotten away from him, vanishing without the smallest follow. He gritted his teeth and packed down his outrage at being sidestepped, until it was for the most part interest by they way they'd done it. Poor Bonnie, Damon thought as he critically smoothed and balanced his apparel. One thing was plentifully clear: Zander and his companions weren't completely human. Stefan jerked. This was al only sort of unusual. He was sitting in a velvet-sponsored seat in a gigantic underground room, as col ege understudies meandered around masterminding blossoms and candles. The room was great, Stefan woul