She's fucking kidding herself.

Bonnie, "so good," "so sweet," at least, that's what she wants them to think. She's perfect in school, a delight to the community, but I know her secrets.

She's my delight. No, I don't love her, I crave her. I want to turn her into something very dirty.

I'm half way there.

~Earlier~

It started weeks ago when I was "forced" to apologize for nearly killing her. NEARLY mind you, I could have actually done it, but I didn't.

I found her working some magic something-or-other and offered my assistance.

"Listen, vampire's blood can make any potion stronger."

She doesn't believe me.

"Whatever, I'm just trying to help you out. Take it or not, no big deal to me either way."

But it was.

I threw a lighter at her feet and told her to set me aflame if I'm lying.

The lighter was empty of course.

I carefully (and ok, rather dramatically) pierced my skin to allow my essence into her cup. I had no idea what the potion was for, didn't matter. What did matter was having a part of me in her body.

Pulling it to her lips, she gulped eagerly, taking me down her throat...enjoying the taste.

I can see my blood working. I'd had a blonde snack minutes earlier so my blood was stronger than usual. I looked on as Bonnie's eyes dilated and a little part of me became part of her.

She cursed me when she realized what I'd done. Well not so much curse as tried to kill me with the empty lighter.

"Now we're even sweetie."

~Now~

I come back to her house often and put more of me into her food and her drink, binding her to me – winding up the invisible chains that connect us tighter and tighter. She's nervous all the time now. Alarm systems, man and spirit made, surround her house. I still get in.

A month into it, the alarm systems come down. By now she knows for sure what will happen, but is so far gone that she doesn't want to or can't stop it.

That's when I come to her directly.

Before I even knock she opens the door. She knew I was coming. My blood calls her. She doesn't want to invite me in, but she must. She can't imagine not inviting me in, besides, she can't stop me – I'm part of her now.

Will I take her? Absolutely. The bigger question is, will I keep her? Does she remain alive, my living toy or do I end her when I'm done? My blood is so closely entwined with hers that perhaps...

...yes...

...I think I'll do both.

She'll be my toy for an eternity...or least until I find another one.

I close the door behind me and close the door on her life.

A/N: So, no happy ending...exactly. At least, it's not what Bonnie wanted...kinda. I tried to keep true to Damon's character and I see him more a taker than a lover. Not that he can't be both...but...well Damon reminds me of that story about the Scorpion and the Frog. He's the Scorpion and he'll do what's in his nature. The next big one is, WHY BONNIE HAS NO VOICE -well, this is from Damon's point of view and it goes back to his character. I didn't write any words for Bonnie because to Damon her words and her choices don't matter. Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries