!Content Warning! If you have a high sensitivity to dealing with characters of a volatile nature, and harsh depictions of sensitive subject matter, please be warned this story is one of mature content and adult themes such as abuse and language. Subject matter will get heavier as the chapters progress. Also I do not own these characters.
Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Chapter 1 SLAVE
Rating M
*This Chapter has been revised and is updated, including mechanical errors I noticed. I wasn't completely happy with the chapter once I re-read it a couple days after writing it. Some slight changes have been made and a few things have been added.
Present Day
She was a slave, his slave. He knew his perversions of her were wrong, yet, he couldn't control his thoughts. He stared at her one day, while she worked the trades at the market place. Bonnie Bennett grew up to be as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. He was now home from College and facing a more conservative view of life. She was now sixteen and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He remembers back to when they Purchased her. She was a broken little girl, with a heart of gold.
Seven years ago
Damon hated hearing her screams. They were agonizing. It had been five days in a row now. He sat in his room balling his fist, not knowing what to do. You could not have paid Damon to hit a slave back then. His mind was young, and liberal.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill the tea."
"I told you time and time again to watch that clumsiness of yours. You embarrassed me at tea time."
"Please ma'am. It's my wrist. It's still in pain from the ties the Gilberts put on me."
"Blaming the Gilberts?"
"No, I'm sorry. PLEASE! I'll be a good girl, I promise. "
She screamed so hard, her lungs were topped off by nights' end. He would count the days in a row she received punishment, and the days in a row she would escape the day's workload unscathed. Tonight it was his mother that whooped her. Lily never hit the servants, but Bonnie had spilled tea on Lily the day Lily Hosts Tea at the Boarding house.
"We just got you from the Gilberts. Do we have to sale you already?"
"No. Please ma'am. I won't spill the tea again, I promise."
"I don't want to do this to you Bonnie. But Giuseppe says you need to learn. He has forced my hand."
"I understand ma'am. I won't mess up again. I promise. I'm sorry."
Something about her was so broken. She had no idea where her family was. Except Emily. Emily worked for the Gilberts still. Isobel separated the beautiful Bennett sisters, because of the attention they received from John and Jeremy. She chose to release Bonnie as opposed to Emily, because although both girls were beautiful, something about Bonnie drove Isobel insanely jealous. She gave the excuse that Bonnie was clumsy and ill-mannered. Forcing the sisters apart. Breaking their spirits. The spirits they had were bright, and could not be dulled. Elena and Katherine were not jealous, but Isobel hated the girls being close to the Bennett girls, so she allowed the girls to feel as if they were always better than the Bennett's throwing their weight and freedom around. The girls hated doing it, but their mom was a master of manipulation. Although friendly with the Bennett girls, the Gilbert girls were forced to go off of the impression of their mother Isobel. Isobel was a dark spirited woman.
Lily took pity on Bonnie to keep her from being sent too far from Emily, so she talked Giuseppe into buying her from the Gilberts, before they sold her to some barbaric or hateful people.
Lily hated the idea of hitting Bonnie, but Giuseppe said she was too lenient with the servants. Forcing her to bend Bonnie to her will. Every time he made her hit Bonnie, later that night she would apologize, and brush her hair. Giuseppe never knew that though. He would probably punish both Lily and Bonnie if he found out.
Lily stood in Bonnie's small, closet sized room, brushing her hair while Bonnie sat on a little wooden chair.
"Bonnie, I don't want to sell you. Okay. I want to keep you near Emily. Because I know I would hate if my boys were separated; but child, you must understand, Giuseppe is a perfectionist. He will except no less from his family let alone the servants. Please be on your best working behavior at all times. I hate punishing you."
"Yes. Miss Lily."
"You have such beautiful hair Bonnie. I would love if you let me brush it for you. I haven't any daughters and it fulfills my desires to know I have the presence of a little lady in the house. Whether or not you are our servant."
"Yes. Miss Lily." Bonnie was no older than nine at the time.
"It's MRS. Not MISS, I am married. MISS is for a maiden, and MRS is for a matron. Understand?"
"Yes. Ma'am."
"Now get your little self in the bed. We can't have you waking up late tomorrow. Giuseppe needs his boots polished before sunrise."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She kisses Bonnie's head and leads her to her bed.
She lay on a little bed, and it wasn't the most comfortable, but Lily treated Bonnie better than most owners treated their servants. She equipped her bed with a mattress, not a springy disaster of a mesh cot. She also gave her two pillows and two blankets, and one set of sheets. Most slaves only got a cot, with only a blanket and pillow.
She shut off her light and left the room. Truth was Lily loved Bonnie. She had only known her a few weeks. Lily got away with treating Bonnie like a daughter at times. Giuseppe quite fancied Bonnie's beauty and love of life, but he was a man of a certain affiliation. He had never shown weakness.
Five years ago
After a couple of years with the family, Bonnie became accustomed to the Salvatores way of life. She was working at her young age, and on a schedule from nearly 4am til 9pm. She remained hopeful of everyday. Her smile lit up the entire garden or field. She rarely worked out there, but when she did, the elders were delighted in her beautiful energy, and spirit.
She became the handmaiden of on Damon Salvatore. She was at his beck and call whence he was home from school and she also washed his clothes, and cleaned his room. He typically was immaculately kept. His cleanliness, must have been a habit, from having a father like Giuseppe, Bonnie thought to herself, but really, Damon hated giving Bonnie too much work to do. His chores and room never took much time. Damon made that part of her job easy because Giuseppe did what he could to add to her workload.
He noticed her in his room, one day; sweeping and polishing his wood. She was slight in her movements. She did everything carefully and her body moved as if she floated. Her thick braid always sat on her upper back just between her shoulder blades. It was thick and hued a golden brown color. He just watched her quietly not saying a word.
When she turned to leave his room with his clothing for washing, she bumped into him.
"I am so sorry young Salvatore. Please don't tell your father. I didn't mean to drop your clothes."
"Bonnie, stop. It's okay. Don't apologize. Accidents happen." He said dropping to his knees to help her. When they reached for the same article of clothing mistakenly, they looked up and caught one another's eyes.
They both froze and just looked. Each of them had eyes the colors of the globe. Hers the land, his the sea.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable, so much as it was confusing for them both. She being so much younger than he, but he captured in his heart by her green eyes.
She spoke first.
"Well, I should finish my chores. Have a good day." She said and shot him a smile that froze his still beating heart. He was awestruck and didn't even say anything back to her.
He knew she would grow up to be a pretty girl as she got older. The boys her age would probably go crazy he thought. He never thought inappropriately about the young girl, although he knew she was very bewitching.
After a while, Bonnie's treatment by Lily was prevalent of a mother daughter relationship. Some of the servants around town were jealous, but the Salvatore's servants were all very well kept by the family, and treated better than most of the slaves of other families. The Salvatores were wealthy and of a certain privilege, but Lily and the boys remained indifferent of their rank in society most of the time.
"Bonnie, come here, I want you to meet someone." Lily said.
She walks up but doesn't speak. The rule of thumb for servants and slaves is to not speak unless spoken to, as goes with eye contact.
"Bonnie…"
"Yes, Mrs. Lily?"
"This is Mr. Elijah. He is going to be your tutor." Elijah was older, maybe 21 at the time. Bonnie was twelve almost thirteen. He was educated and a college graduate, and very good looking. Bonnie immediately noticed his sculpted features. She thought he looked foreign. Something about him, didn't feel American. Maybe he was not. Maybe he was French. His strong jaw line had a harsh undertone of dominance. He spoke softly, and correctly, and politely. His mannerisms would cover up any predatorial pre-conceptions she or Lily had.
"Tutor Ma'am?" Her face lit up with the thirst for knowledge.
"Oui mon cher. (Yes, my dear) We will be having some French traders integrating into town, and you will soon be going to the market for me. You need to know how to communicate with the people in the market place."
"Ma'am, will he also teach me to read?" Her excitement grows.
Lily loved watching Bonnie's face light up. IT was much better than the faces that were burned in Lily's brain from Bonnie's punishments.
"Yes. He will. But Bonnie, I am going out of my way to get you a tutor, so make sure you focus. Or Giuseppe will discontinue your tutelage."
"Yes, Ma'am." There went the smile that could break a thousand hearts at once. Elijah's included.
"I look forward to working with you, young lady." Elijah says to the young girl, admiring her beauty, for a few undistracted seconds. There was something a little off about the way Elijah stared at Bonnie. He didn't make a grand gesture toward inappropriateness, but his glances to the trained eye, were those of a predatorial nature.
Damon developed an affinity for watching any man who stared at Bonnie, and then studying their possible motives. He had done this since the day he met her. Because sadly, men had looked at Bonnie perversely, from a young age. Maybe Damon just looked too much into it. He never did like the way Elijah stared at Bonnie though.
"Thank you, Sir." She says nodding her head, to him.
"My pleasure." Smiling and kissing her delicate hand. Glancing into the entrancing eyes of the pre-teen. Her smile was innocent, and mimicked that of a girl feeling intimidatingly shy.
Elijah ate it up.
One day after tutoring was over, Damon pulled Bonnie aside to talk to her about Elijah.
"Bonnie, I think that Elijah Mikaelson is a pervert. A man with a certain agenda in tutoring you."
"No, he isn't. He is a very distinguished gentleman. I think he makes for a perfect tutor. He never yells at me, even when I make a mistake."
Damon frowned a bit at the notion, knowing Giuseppe punished Bonnie for anything.
"I'm leaving for school, and I won't be able to give you this advice when I am gone, so I will tell you now, be careful about him. He's like a wolf in sheep's clothing." Damon was on his way off to college. He would hardly see his little friend anymore. The young girl would have no one to look after her but Stefan, who was older than Bonnie but still young.
"I suppose I will miss you when you are gone." Bonnie said. "I will be Stefan's handmaiden while you are away. He is so messy."
They laughed.
"Time will go by fast, my little bird. Just stay out of trouble." He told her, rubbing her head like a little kid, knowing she never did a troublesome thing in her life.
That was four years ago.
Present Day
Damon's eye's stalked Bonnie's every moment until the bitter end. The workers at the market place paid careful attention to her as she shopped.
"Manguieres supplementaires sans frais? Ce Geste est beau. Je vous remercie." Bonnie said to one of the market workers. (Extra Mangos at no charge? The gesture is lovely, thank you.)
The market workers loved Bonnie. Her friendly demeanor, and ability to make them feel at home, even though they were natives of France, they migrated here to make a better life.
Bonnie is still the slave of the Salvatores. Lily made sure Bonnie was well versed in trade market business, meaning she able to count dollars and cents, and work math skills of a basic algebra student. Tutored by Elijah and growing up beautifully, she was fluent in French, with abilities to read and work trades for commercial goods. Still, she was just a slave. Aside from the French market, the rest of the world treated her as such. Just another slave.
Damon watched her in the market place today. Normally he didn't go there, but Bonnie had become a target of harassment on her journey to and from the market. Rebels in and out of the area, had come victimizing slave girls who traveled to and from the markets alone. She was a slave. Specifically, she was HIS slave. He would die before letting someone hurt Bonnie. He knew his perversions of her were wrong, yet, he couldn't control his thoughts. He stared at her one day, while she worked the trades at the market place. Bonnie Bennett grew up to be as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. He was now home from College and facing a more conservative view of life. She was now sixteen and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Jealousy plagued him when the men in the market place were friendly with her. He watched them smile and wave at her, her entire walk back to the carriage, where he sat and awaited her to finish shopping. Damon dissected and observed every pervert, looking at his property.
Her hair in the thick braid, fall down her mid back now. It was much longer and darker than he remembers. Those golden hues were now chocolate hues. Her caramel skin was now Mocha, from being kissed so much by the sun. She was burning up in the hot sun today. Sweat beading on top of her nose, forehead, and upper lip. The heat was unbearable today.
"Bonnie, you know that the way those men look at you is not pure, don't you?"
"They look at me?"
"They do. The lot of them. I think you need to stop coming to the market alone. I don't trust these immigrants. If something happens to you here, they will all stick together. Deny any wrong doing."
"These people are friendly with me Jeune Salvatore. They mean me no harm. In fact, they look out for me." Damon noticed how she sometimes used French with him.
"Bonnie, you are not allowed to come here alone anymore! Do I make myself clear?" He spoke to her with finality. She didn't dare talk back to Damon, once he hit her across her face so hard her lip busted. It took her three days to heal. He didn't want to do it, but Giuseppe made him.
"Of course Jeune Salvatore. My apologies. I did not mean to disrespect you." She had no idea sometimes what was and was not considered talking back, but she was always walking a thin line with her etiquette and her moral compass. You could blame Lily's having to educate her; it made her comprehend things better than the other slaves. Which ultimately became her downfall sometimes.
"You look hot." Damon said as her sweat thickened and saturated her dress.
"I suppose my garments are a bit heavy for the time of day. But I have nothing appropriate to leave my room in other than this and one other dress."
"I will see to it you get a few more garments for the seasonal change." Spring was approaching fast this year.
"Je vous remercie jeune Salvatore." (Thank you Young Salvatore) She always called him this since she had met him. Damon was now almost twenty-three. His offer to buy her new clothes lit her with glee. He gave a slight smile, knowing he put hers on her face.
Growing up, Damon had always been gentle with Bonnie. Her feelings, her workload, her emotions. She was a young girl back then, and his heart ached for her loneliness. Since being home from college, he has really had a different attitude towards her. He was a bit harsher, and his aggressive words and actions sometimes scared her. His views of the world changed, and he became business oriented like Giuseppe. He was dating Elena Gilbert, as arranged by Isobel and Giuseppe. It appeared that they were quite fancy on one another.
Bonnie was a girl of a certain morality. She had no boyfriends. She did however have the attention of one handsome Marcel Gerard, and one Jeremy Gilbert. Neither boy allowed to have a thought about the slave girl, though. Marcel Gerard was one of the French Immigrants. He wasn't at the market place today. But when he was there, he made sure to look out for her. She couldn't wait to make her trip back out to the market to see him, then there was Jeremy Gilbert, who believes he has loved her since she was a little girl that the Gilberts owned.
As they arrived back to the boarding house, Bonnie began taking in the food to prepare dinner. When she walked toward the house, Damon was stopped by the Gilbert girl. She had come for dinner with the Salvatores. Bonnie watched as they kissed and embraced tenderly. She remembers a time when Damon used to be that tender always. She saw as he brushed Elena's long, silky textured hair behind her shoulder and kissed her as his heart filled from her love. 'It must be nice.' She thought. Maybe one day she could find such love. Maybe one day she will see the tender side of Damon again, his changes made her lonely when she was around him.
At dinner, Elena gushes over Damon for an hour. Bonnie stands in the kitchen hearing her giddy behavior from the other side of the door.
"She really is in love. She speaks as if her sun rises and sets around him." Sarah said. Sarah, was Stefan's handmaiden, she has only been around a few months.
"I suppose so. She is a beautiful girl. I have known her for many years and she has always been in love with wanting to be in love. I don't think it is Damon, I think any boy who would have been sweet on her would get the attention. She just wants to be in love. Can you blame her? Love is a many splendid thing." Bonnie said. "Sarah, do you think we will ever find love?"
"Why not? I intend to be married one day with at least two kids."
"Bonnie?" A call from the other room It was Lily. Her wrist was starting to hurt, and she tried massaging the tendon, but to no avail, the pain in her wrist worsened. When the pain came, Bonnie could put no weight on it. But it was her tea pouring wrist. She had to pray for a miracle.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Clear the dinner plates and serve desert."
"Yes ma'am."
She goes and gathers the desert and has Sarah help he to bring it out. She neatly sets out everyone's desert and it looked delicious.
"Ooh, Oui Oui. This looks like your homemade chocolate cake, Birdie?" Stefan says.
"Did you make this from scratch Bonnie?" Elena asked. Bonnie
"Yes Miss Elena. It's a family recipe." Bonnie says, making eye contact with Damon, who smiled because she knew he loved her chocolate cake.
"Bonnie is a lovely cook." Lily says.
"It looks delicious. Maybe you can teach me how to bake, or cook. I haven't the slightest idea even the difference between baking soda and baking powder?" She laughs. Bonnie offers a little chuckle.
"Sure I love cooking I'd love to teach you." As she begins to pour everyone's tea, her bad wrist gets shaky again. "Oh no." She says accidentally pouring hot tea on to Elena's gown.
"I apologize Miss Elena. It's my wrist, it gets shaky sometimes I am sorry, sincerely."
"It's quite alright Bonnie. It's just a little tea. I will be fine." Elena says with no anticipation of punishment. As Bonnie clearly has a shaky wrist. She remembered Bonnie had always had that shaky wrist since she was a child.
"It is not okay!" Giuseppe yelled. "What have I told you about your clumsiness girl?" He yells.
Lily tries to calm the situation. "Giuseppe, it is quite alright. Elena says she is fine. I will deal with Bonnie later."
"No! She is to be dealt with now." Bonnie's eyes lit in absolute fear. Everyone at the table saw the prevalent fear in her face. Including Damon. He hadn't seen that look in her eyes in years, because he was away at school.
Giuseppe took Bonnie in 'the basement.' to punish her. The anticipation of her screams was horrifying. Because the family knew Bonnie hated taking Giuseppe's punishments. He was relentless in both perfection and punishment. Two minutes after they disappear, first strike made everyone jump in their seats. Her screams could be heard from any point in the house. Damon's fist tightened against his thighs. He hated hearing her scream in agony. It did something to him internally. It brought out an anger in him that although he learned to control, it was getting harder as the years went on. The older her got, the more his anger was harder to control.
Lily noticed the redness in her sons face as he looks down to his fists, and she notices his anxiety. She wondered about that.
Another scream from her.
Something was different now. She didn't beg like before, Damon said to himself. She didn't continuously apologize as she did when she was younger. Damon noticed. Her screams were still agonizing, but she never said a word. When he was done, Giuseppe made her clean the kitchen alone. He sent Sarah to her sleeping quarters for the night, as well as the other two servants.
Everyone was cleared form the table by Lily. Bonnie's body was shaking as she maneuvered around the kitchen trying to clean up all alone. She had every intention to get through the night unscathed. She was on a record. Two weeks no punishment, until tonight.
"Curse this shaky wrist. Jesus, why?" She fell to her knees and cried a bit.
After she cleaned the kitchen alone. She was able to go to her sleeping quarters, but at this point it was half past midnight. She had to wake up in three and a half hours. She slept on her stomach and didn't bathe. Her backside was in pain.
Damon didn't fall asleep until Bonnie was in her room. He never asked if she was okay. He couldn't. Their relationship had to change. He had to be all business with her. That was what society taught him. That is what Giuseppe taught him. He had to be a man now. Once she was in her room, he turns his lights out, still hoping she was okay before he falls asleep.
Bonnie wakes up promptly. Having not bathed, she is still covered in the salts of yesterday's sweat from traveling to the market place with Damon. She quickly gave herself a whore's bath and got dressed. Now that Damon was back she had to wake him as she did Giuseppe before sunrise. She went to his room and knocked gently on his door, careful not to wake Stefan or Lily.
She knocked several times. He did not answer. He must have gone to bed late like she did. She sure wasn't ready to wake up today after her late night. She silently opened the door, and walked toward his bed. It was dark, and she could hardly see. She tapped his shoulder. "Jeune Salvatore." She felt his smooth skin, and parts of him almost illuminated in the dark, he was so light. She tried not to notice his shirtless frame, but it was hard not to. Soon as he spoke she turned her head the opposite direction, out of resepct.
"Bonnie?"
"Yes. I apologize for entering your room, it's just, I knocked several times and you had not replied. I worried that you may be hurt."
"Oh, Thank you. Sorry I went to bed late."
She turned to walk out. "This is your wakeup call by the way. Mr. Giuseppe is already up and shuffling."
She continues to exit the dark room, when he calls out, "Bonnie?"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Thank you for asking." Once he sees her smile at him, he is ready to start his day.
She wasn't okay. She had about four paddle welts across her back side from the wooden stick Giuseppe hit her with. Every time the material rubbed her skin her pain was unbearable but covered by insincere gestures of gratuitous need for pleasing her owners. She fought hard against allowing herself to be a victim. She walked out of the room and kept working.
Damon and Elena were a lovely couple. Bonnie thought that as she watched them smile at one another and say sweet things to the other on the porch of the Gilberts home. Late that afternoon, Damon went to visit Elena, when he took Bonnie to see Emily. Bonnie spent a couple of days a week with her sister. It was easy for Damon to escort her, so he could see Elena.
"Emmy."
"Birdie."
The sisters ran to one another to embrace. The love between the two girls was so powerful, you had to love the way they connected. They were the definition of a sisterly bond. Emily looked at Bonnie thoroughly in what appeared to be a new dress. It was yellow, like the sun, soft and illuminating off of her bronze skin. Adding to the sparkle in her green eyes. Her hair still in the signature braid, she looked so pretty Emily thought as she stroked her sister's cheek. Kissing her endearingly on the other cheek. Bonnie, grabbed Emily's hands and squeezed. Her sister was her everything. Emily walked Bonnie to the stables to sit and have privacy, and while they sat Bonnie noticed young Jeremy riding his horses over hurdles and barrels of hay. He was very good, and sometimes entered in competitions and won.
"Tout simplement magnifique." Bonnie said. (Simply Beautiful)
"I still can't believe they done went and got you a tutor. Birdie, you bout smart as one of the white girls, maybe smarter. My educated baby sister." Emily said.
Bonnie squinted at the sound of her sisters grammar laughing.
"I love to learn, now I need to learn to love."
"What?"
"I just want to be happy." Bonnie says.
"Whatchu mean?"
"What to do you mean?" Bonnie corrects her. "Emily, I give you grammar lessons at our meeting, use the knowledge you have. Trust me, it's for your own good."
"Okay. What do you mean when you say learning to love dear sister?" Emily spoke sarcastically. They both laugh at the notion and Emily's whit. Emily was the witty sister for obvious reasons. She was older, and had more experience.
"I mean…I see Damon and Elena, and I want that too. One day."
"Well, chile, girls like us, get what we can, when we can. Love ain't the priorty. Not now."
"Grammar Emmy."
"Stop tryna change me."
"You know I only do it, out of love. Your future, should we ever have freedom, matters to me." She laughs at her.
"I know baby sis. Like I was saying." Emily tries to speak correctly to appease Bonnie. "Love is not a priority right now for girls (She points to their skin color) like you and I."
Bonnie gets emotional.
"But why? We deserve amour just as much. I want children, and a husband. I don't want riches and fancy things. Just Love. Someone to love me." She begins to cry.
Emily embraces her sister. "Bonnie, someone will love you, one day. You are too loving not to love. For now, I will love you. Okay? Unconditionally." Bonnie nods her head and hugs her sister lovingly.
"Why Hello, Miss Bonnie Bennett. You look like a rare rose today. And every other day." He smiles shyly. His big burly frame was so masculine, it would be intimidating, if he weren't so darn sweet.
"Jeune Gilbert. Thank you. You ride wonderfully."
"Thank you, I have been riding horses for several years now. But she has won me two big competitions. Her jumps are getting better, she listens well. This is the first horse, I share a real connection with. She is only a couple years old, Ain't she a beauty?" Pointing to the golden tones horse.
"Oui. Simply beautiful Jeremy."
"Emmy, can you give Birdie and I a minute, please, maybe grab us all a drink of sweet tea?"
"Yes, Master Jeremy." She steps away from them walking around the front of the home, and Pardoned herself as she passed Damon and Elena. Damon immediately looks for Bonnie.
"Emily, where is Bonnie?" Damon asks with concern.
"Master Jeremy, asked to have a minute alone with her." She said smiling at Elena.
Brows furrow. "What?"
"Oh, isn't that funny? Jeremy has had a crush on Birdie since they were younger." Elena says.
Damon looks on unapprovingly. The only thing he sees is Bonnie smile as Jeremy stands too close.
"Bonnie, yellow is a beautiful color on you. No other color does you the justice yellow does." He says, of one of the newer dresses Damon had gotten for her. Staring at the exposed skin around the clavicle and neck. Jeremy was always infatuated with Bonnie. Her gentle nature and her humble, beautiful features, put him at ease.
"Jeune Gilbert, vos sunt dulcis. (you are very sweet) This is sweet of you to say."
"I never have a problem saying sweet things to you." He kisses her hand. She smells delightful, he thinks.
"I should go to find Emmy. You and I cannot be alone. This is inappropriate." She backs away from him, but he tries to stay close to her.
"Says who?" He approaches her and whispers in her ear. "I don't care what people think."
"I do. It's different for me Jeremy. They will never let me see Emmy again, and I will be punished. I can't make any mistakes; I'm supposed to be have perfect behavior. At all times."
"Okay, I am sorry. I wouldn't want that. I especially don't want you being punished. But Bonnie, no one can be perfect. Take it easy on yourself." Another kiss to the hand, then a gentle hug from this big bodied boy.
Bonnie's body begins to slightly shake. She fears Jeremy's advances may be taken the wrong way by anyone who sees. Especially Damon who kept a careful, and watchful, eye on her. She moves away from Jeremy again.
Jeremy notices her distinct fearfulness at this moment, and just as he decides to question it…
Damon fumes at this sight. His breathing gets heavier. His brows furrow, his fists clench against his thighs. He gets up quickly, rushing to them. "Damon, what are you doing?" Elena tries to stop him.
Just as Bonnie establishes a respectful boundary with Jeremy, Damon grabs her by her upper arm, pulling her alongside him, almost dragging her along, he walks so fast. "We're leaving now."
"What? My visit with Emmy is not done Jeune Salvatore, don't do this. I haven't had much time with her."
Elena stops in front of Damon, "We have barely visited with one another today, you can't leave now. They are children Damon, and they were just innocently talking. Leave her be, she is a young woman. You are being too rough." Elena didn't like watching Damon hurt Bonnie.
"Get out of my way Elena! This girl belongs to me and I will do with her what I please." He said through clenched teeth and a vocal penetration so deep, it vibrated Bonnie's soul to the core. Not to mention, Bonnie had never witnessed him speak to Elena that way. Elena gasped.
He storms off, leaving Emily wondering what happened. "No. I had no time with Birdie. Why is he talking her away?" She cries to Jeremy. Who hugs her and by the way is confused at Damon's possessive behavior towards Bonnie, his slave. They are in the carriage before anyone could ask a question and left the three people standing there with nothing but dust.
Elena, fuming. Jeremy, boggled. Emily, heart-broken.
Damon, sits in the carriage quietly for about two minutes. He wants to calm down before he speaks to her, but his blood was boiling. How could she be friendly with the little Gilbert kid? He asked himself. Part of his mind felt she was betraying him. He had no idea why he felt that way, but he did. He could contain his anger no longer; he began yelling at her.
"What were you thinking acting in such a way Bonnie?" Yanking her to face him. His face in hers, putting the fear of God in her, making her afraid to speak.
She says nothing, she was afraid of being punished, for saying the wrong thing.
"Answer me Bonnie?" his impatience grows. His hands clench around her shoulders.
"I did nothing wrong. I just stood there." She tried not crying so hard, because his face so was so close to hers, it would have made her completely vulnerable to his rage. Her cries got caught in her throat, hitching and keeping her from speaking clearly.
"That was the behavior of a whore." He says lowly, against her cheek, lips pressed into her face. "I will not tolerate that sort of behavior from you. Do you understand?"
"I kept telling Jeremy to stop. Why am I being punished?"
"So you acknowledge there was wrong doing, then you question my accusations?" He says in her face again, trying to make her feel is pain from her betrayal.
"You disgusted me out there today. You are never to be alone with another man. You understand me?
She nods her head and says nothing. Sniffing her tears back, trying not to feel humiliated.
She wanting nothing more than to please the Salvatores. She never quite felt as if they were completely happy because of Giuseppe. Damon used to adore her, and treat her tenderly. She is beginning to fear Damon. He has changed. She is alone when she is with Damon. All she has in the house is Lily, and now Stefan had come around since she began teaching him French.
"Bonnie, Am. I. Under-stood?" pronouncing the syllables with calming anger in his tone.
Nodding her head at Damon and not speaking was a big mistake.
SLAP.
He back hands her. She falls to the floor of the carriage. With anger in his voice, redness in his face, and spit flying through his teeth as he lifted her to him and spoke in a low harsh voice, through clenched teeth again "Speak when you are spoken to. Do I make myself clear?" His demeanor affectively rocked her core.
"Yes. Jeune Salvatore." Her voice shakes as she tries holding back the tears. "I am sorry." She drops her head and holds in the rest of her heart break. Picking herself up to the seat of the carriage, her tears fall down her cheeks but she remains silent. The entire way home. He felt bad for hitting her. He didn't stop shaking his bouncing his knees. His anxiety got the best of him. Why did he just treat her so dastardly? He was painfully regretting his choice of discipline, but it was the only way to keep her in line, Giuseppe told him. She had to learn.