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(Chanting)

Immobiles corpus sed non occidere anima

Fiat oblation cor reddet sumptus,

Fiat ut locutus es!

OH MY GOD! The incantation running through my veins is heady. My fingers are stretched wide and my palms are hovering over Jeremy's heart. This spell is affecting all six senses and though I've been warned against dabbling on this side of the craft I can't help but feel complete and utter joy. Darkness is winding its way through me and has decided to settle on my tongue. I can taste its sweetness and "It's" nothing short of pleasure. Whoever said I wouldn't be able to handle this type of magic had no idea what they were talking about because I think, no, I know that I was I was born into it. My blood is pounding and I feel as though I have a million and one lovers vying for my attention. I never want them to stop.

I am aware of what is going on inside the mansion de la Klaus and although he was not our intended target, I'll gladly take a reprieve from his bitchiness. God, Goddess, Whatever, my body is humming with power and all I can think about is how I am going to harness this energy so that I can carry it with me everywhere. I want it to walk with me during the day and wrap itself around me at night. This is what I have been searching for my entire life and I find comfort in the thought that this won't be the last time darkness consumes me.

The remnants of the spell subside and pull back into the earth, my eyes open and I remember what I am here to do. I look down at an unmoving Jeremy and start to worry. The chant to invoke the reversal of death is pouring from my lips but it's not working and there's no other choice but to refer to my very basic, very mundane, resuscitation skills. Soon I am pounding on his heart and screaming for him to wake up. I mean he may have totally fucked up our relationship but he is still Elena's little brother and I don't wish death on him. "Jeremy" I scream! Fuck! Finally! He wakes and I take him into a deep embrace.

On the drive back to the Gilbert's, Jeremy looks worn and his reticence palpable. "Hey" I say, glancing over at him "you were quite the hero today. It was very brave to do what you did for your sister". That was as close as I could get to saying thank you for letting us use you that way. He looks at me, shakes his head and starts to open up old wounds. "Listen Bonnie, Anna…" I cut him off raising my hand. "Look, Jeremy we don't need to rehash that shit. What's done is done. It was stupid to get involved and I'm over it."

"Well I'm not" he says with a boyish grin.

"That's too bad" I respond giving him annoyed eyes. "We gave the whole dating thing a try and it was good but competing with ghosts doesn't really do it for me. I love you and always will but I don't want "that kind" of love with you anymore, ever." I say pulling up to his house. I lean in to hug him and reach across my passenger seat to open his door. He holds me a bit longer than necessary and hesitates for a moment wanting to continue our conversation. The look on my face gives me away because it forces him to shut his mouth and drag his ass out of my car. Good boy I think to myself.

On the drive home my thoughts rush back to my new found power. I sooooo can't wait to experiment with it but not before Chinese food, Mr. Darcy and a bath. I was just about to call Caro and E. Gil to see if they wanted to make it a girl's night when my phone rings. Please don't let this be a crisis I beg, Pleeeeaaasssssse!

A private call? Ummm ok. "Hello?"

"Bennett it's me"

"Who's me?" I respond snidely.

The voice on the other end laughs darkly "Damon."

"What do you want?"

"We need to talk witch."

"About what?" knowing full that I wanted answers to the length of time we'd have this one sided bond.

"About the fact that you have my blood flowing through you and all I can feel are your witchy fucking emotions. If I'd known that you were going to bombard me with nothing but teen angst I'd have left you just the way I found you." He knew that he was being harsh but was not going to admit that he'd had a hard on ever since he felt the shift in her power. She'd also never know that he simply wanted to talk to the person responsible for his current state of arousal. Whatever had been coursing through her during that last spell was as dark as it was sweet and he wanted to know if it affected the taste of her blood.

"Damon?" I say sweetly.

"What?" he replies annoyed.

Click! Call ended…"What a prick!" I cannot believe that fucker…Nobody asked him to save my life and now he's acting like I'm a burden? You know what, fine! I am going to make him feel emotions strong enough to rock his cocky little world and when they hit I hope I catch him at a most inopportune time.

After my bath I decide on a plan of attack sure to annoy the hell out of "oh holy hotness" as well as relieve the stress that's been building inside me. The strategy is 100% carnal and a total win, win. I'm going to stager the bastard with the hottest, hardest orgasms he's ever felt.

I cast a spell to bring the candles in my room to life and strip down to my Vicky Sicky's. My full length mirror is positioned so that I have a clear view of me on top of my bed. There's something about watching that heightens the entire masturbatory experience.

With the mood set I decide that my best course of action is to conjure up memories of being with Damon in that tomb. Hopefully my train of thought deepens our connection and pisses him off. I smile wickedly at my reflection and urge my fingers to get started. They make quick work of replacing my smile with wide eyes and lust. My lips part slightly and I'm surprised by my body's reaction to thoughts of a particular blue eyed brat. Images of him are flashing through my mind like a projector until I decide to settle on his panty melting smirk.

While one hand is focused on my breasts I dip the other under satin panties and inside the slick folds of my pussy. As soon as my fingers are coated with silk I spread my legs wider so that I can begin the assault on my clitoris. I continue to work that dirty fucking friction and open my eyes to take in the view. My skin is glowing, my hands are ruthless and they don't ease up until the first orgasm washes over me. Damn, I'm still the best lover I've ever had! It's going to be a long night Salvatore. Can you feel me? I direct all thoughts and feelings toward my intended target, forcing naughty energy down his thirsty little throat.

Still shaky but not even close to being done, I walk over to the tiny space in my closet reserved for three of my favorite toys and decide on the Magic Wand. Caro bought this for me for my birthday thinking it would be hilarious considering I'm a witch but damn if it doesn't live up its name. I lay back and proceed to give myself an all star, AVN award winning, performance. I flip the switch on my favorite device and press it to my core. I bet you never wanted to be a fuck toy so bad in your entire life Savior…the glorious thing about the wand it takes under a minute to get off if applied with the right amount of pressure. Jesus Salvatore, I project into his lovely, vicious head. You're gonna make me cum… As another wave rocks me I get my smirk on. Damon is so freaking toast because this is only the second many orgasms tonight.

Damon smiles when he tunes in to Miss Witchy Falls finger banging to her new vampire obsession. He and Stefan are only a few miles outside of town with Klaus' desiccated body when the first wave of pleasure hits him. "Christ" he says somewhere between a curse and a moan. He grabs on to the dash and the door handle and destroys them both. It's going to be a long night Salvatore. Can you feel me? Stefan looks at over at me with his trademark broodiness wanting to know what the fuck? I shake my head and he continues with whatever conversation I'm supposed to be listening to.

I catch the end of his sentence "She is a pretty special girl."

"Yes she is" Damon responds darkly. It's on little witch.