Author's Note: Written for a self-imposed drabble challenge. Much more of this to come.
Stefan makes her, but Damon's the one who teaches her.
Neither Stefan or Elena asks—like not saying it aloud changes something.
"You should go," he says, overly charitable. They do.
Bonnie's first breath is a wretched gasp, her pretty face contorted in leftover terror. He thinks she might scream, but then the hunger slams into her.
"Oh God," she moans. She clasps at her jaw, grimacing. "It hurts."
He purses his lips, cocks an eyebrow, and nods. Tears gather in her eyes with the realization.
"Yeah, let's go take care of that."
He offers his hand. She takes it.