Possession

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The place was her bedroom, and they kissed like it was the last moment they had together, as if an eternity wasn't stretched out before them. Her hands groped his body hungrily, like she could devour his body with them, and the more she explored every inch of skin the more desperate she became. There had to be a quicker way of doing this, but even with her new speed there was just too much of him to swallow all at once, figuratively speaking. Even as her redundant alarm clock rang, she thought that she could stay like this forever, she would have, if only she didn't have to go to school...

Bonnie McCullough had rarely been able to stay awake past midnight before, but she had last night and she was still wide awake; She wanted to yawn, but it was like her mouth had forgotten how, and despite her lack of sleep last night she had never felt more awake. Damon's arm was wrapped around her slight body and his lips were pressed against her neck in an almost predatory way as he kissed her good moring.

"What's wrong?" He asked once he was done leaving a trail of butterfly kisses aross her face and dow her neck. "I can tell something's bothering you, Bonnie. What is it?" To her, it sounded as if he asked the question through stiff lips, but without turning to see his face she would not be able to tell. His arms grew even harder around her and the sensation of his lips on her slowly faded from her skin. Within a few moments, she was beginning to crave his proximity all over again. Even if she hadn't been able to hear the echo of the question in his thoughts, she would have known that he cared and that he really wanted to know the answer. Not many boys wanted an actual answer when they asked that question, she knew that much from the boys she had dated before—before him, before she had embraced death, and him..

How had she thought any other boy measured up to what she really wanted? How had she thought she wanted someone ordinary and human? She knew that she would never again be satisfied with anyone else now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit. "I'm worried," she finally admitted, her voice soft, "... worried about what they will think... what they will do..."

He was barely able to stiffle the groan as he considered what he should tell her and how much of it she would want to hear. He had hoped for more time, but he supposed it was only natural for her to wonder what she could salvage from her old life now that she was back home. It was the human in her that would enevitably cause her distress, but he would not force it out of her for the world. Her humanity was part of what made her beautiful to him and he would make sure she had it for as long as he could. To have a cold mind, a predator's mind, meant living in a world that was lifeless. He did not want that for her, not ever.

"Elena will be so angry..." she went on dazedly, lost in dark thoughts and barely aware that she was being held more tenderly than she had ever been held before. What was she going to tell Elena, the next time they met? Hey Elena, she would say, How are you? I'm fine thanks, just a little less human than I was a while ago... How could she say those words and not break? She knew that Damon could not protect her from all things, not matter how much he wanted to.

"And Meredith?" Damon knew that if any of her friends, or ex-friends as the case may be, were to pose a threat, it would be the formidable Meredith Sulez and her armoury of deadly weapons. If he had any say in the matter, Bonnie would not be seeing her again until she learned how to dodge an incoming stake. He could tell by the expression on her face that he might have said the wrong thing, even if it had needed to be said.

"I think Meredith will be okay with it..." her voice trailed off at Damon's thunderous expression. Why not Meredith? She did not understand.

"Do you realise that Meredith is a vampire hunter?" he snapped.

"Do you remember that she's half vampire?" Bonnie returned sweetly, not appreciating his tone, not at all. Was she the only one who remembered all the important stuff, or did everyone else just have selective memory?

Damon put his arms out in front of him as if he were sheilding himself from attack. "Fair point. All I'm saying is—just be careful. Personally, I've always gotten the impression that she is just waiting for me to let my guard down, and I don't want the friendship you had with her to cloud your judgement," he closed his eyes to avoid the look on her face when he said that, "I just don't want you to get hurt—by anything, understand?"

She supposed she did. If he felt about her the same as she did about him, she could totally understand it... but didn't he realise that Meredith was her friend, and friend's didn't kill each other, generally speaking?

His arm tightened around her but he did not say a word. There were too many thoughts in his head for him to concentrate on anything else. How could he remove Meredith from her life without inadvertingly causing her pain? There had to be a way but... Was he willing to do it? Whether he liked it or not, he was first and foremost her sire, and as her sire he could order her to do what he wanted and she would have no choice but to do it. Was he willing to exercise that sort of power over her?

Maybe she should call Meredith, prepare her over the phone before they met face to face. Bonnie was sure she could gage what her friend had in mind from the tone of her voice, and she knew that there could be no danger in that. If she reacted badly atleast there would not be a confrontation. Without even having her brain send the order to the rest of her body, she was across the room and clutching the phone that hadn't been used since she was human. What a strange thought. She had Meredith's number on speed dial and it only took her a second to begin dialling the number.

His reactions were too slow when he was planning ways in which people should die, it had always been a problem, but he snatched the phone from her hands a moment after her finger had pressed dial. What was she thinking, calling the enemy?

"Do you have a death wish?" he asked, snarling as she cowered away from him in sudden understanding that he would kill Meredith, whether she was Bonnie's enemy or not, if he thougt it would keep her safe and alive and his.

TBC

AN: I thought it might be exciting to explore Damon's possessiveness over Bonnie, as well as other people's...