Damon is stuck with Bonnie... his only source of blood.

1st Bite

"I'm starving," Damon started as he walked into the living room of his boarding house. It was a beautiful March 10th, 1994, as it was the day before as well has every day for the last 5 months.

Bonnie, dressed in floral printed dress and an oversized sweater, sat on the couch staring at a candle. She ignored him at first which bothered Damon enough to knock the candle over.

"We just had lunch," Bonnie said as she grabbed the candle to move to the kitchen. "And if I hear one crack about my cooking I'm finding another house to live in!" She put the candle down near the stove and stared intently again. It was going to work eventually. Its power from within, all she had to do was reach deep enough inside her.

"No, Bon, it's not about your barely decent cooking," Damon said as he followed her into the kitchen. "Have you forgotten what I am at my core? I'm a vampire. Me eating dinner with you is a courtesy. Human food is disgusting. It's just for show that we eat that stuff," Damon explained. Real food, he missed, but his stomach didn't want it anymore. Most vampires just get used to pretending and he was one of them.

Bonnie glared at him, insulted. "Then stop eating my disgusting food."

Damon grabs her by her arm to make her face him. "If I was human, I would love your cooking. Decent or not—because you made it. You'd make really bad chili, call it your famous chili, and I'll pretend to like it because I actually like you. But I need blood."

"Go find some blood then," Bonnie replied, purposely ignoring that Damon had actually confessed to liking her considering that she liked to point out that Damon was her least favorite person in the world quite often.

"That's the thing, I already have. I'm just wondering if she'll let me have a bit." Damon tried for puppy dog eyes and was sure he failed. His life would be easier if he could just compel her to give him her blood.

"What? Me? No! Out of the question!"

"Oh, come on, Bonnie! You should have seen this coming a mile away. You live with a vampire, me. I live with a human, you. You plus me equals I don't die of starvation."

She scoffed, "fine!" She held out her wrist. "If you hurt me I'll hate you more than I already do."

"If I could, I'd compel the pain away," Damon said honestly. He wasn't sure how much of what he said did Bonnie believed. Bonnie was all he had right now, in every sense of the word, he didn't want to hurt her, not ever.

He's slow and as gentle as he could be as his fangs sunk into the light brown skin. He drinks from her wrist and thinks of how right drinking from the vein feels.

"Mmm, Bennett blood," Damon says with a satisfied and bloody smile on his face.

"You're disgusting," Bonnie said with a roll of her eyes. He tries to walk away again with her candle tight in her hands when Damon stepped in front of her. The last time Damon bit her, he was trying to kill her, and the memory of it was making her feel light headed.

"I'm serious. Human blood is amazing but something about witch blood that really satisfies us," Damon said as he wiped his mouth, though it was a sincere compliment, Bonnie had enough of him for a day.

"I don't want to hear this!"

"Hey, can we do this again? I love pancakes in the morning and whatever old bonnet recipe you can think up. But every once in a while ok? Please?"

"I'll think about it," Bonnie looked down at her wrist. It hurt like hell but she also understood that this was as painless as it was going to get. She obviously noticed how slow and careful he had been when he bit her.

"Fine. Think about it. But don't let me wait too long. I'll start to yearn for you and we all know how uncomfortable that'll make you," Damon wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Yes, very uncomfortable."

"Great. So we have a deal then," Damon took the candle from the witch's hand and set it down. Today wouldn't be the day her powers returned and he was tired of watching Bonnie fail at trying to conjure it.

"I never said yes."

"But we also know that you won't say no," Damon said with another all knowing smile.

"You're despicable."

"Yes, but also charming and beautiful."

"You wish!"

"Rude."

Many more bites to come!