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She hated having people in her space. She hadn't had anyone in her space really, since her father, she's been alone, she still hated it though.
Bonnie shoved another hunk of cooked squirrel flesh into her mouth and chewed in an unrefined manner, mouth open and loud smacking sounds as she stared Damon down.
The unclean trio sat near the stairs all huddled together like a group of sewer rats, eyeing her and her meal with hunger. The other two had the sense to look away every few seconds while Damon stared without shame.
Elena's stomach growled so loudly Bonnie heard it from her seat on the other side of the basement. Her once brown-haired friend and step-sister looked up at Stefan sheepishly and hugged her middle. The brothers both looked down at her, eyes filled with guilt.
Bonnie scoffed loudly, shoving more meat into her mouth. It was Stefan who looked up at her and stared unwavering this time. Bonnie waited.
"Bonnie," he began right one time, "could you spare a little of your food, for Elena?"
For Elena, she echoed in her mind bitterly. "What was my number one rule I made sure you leeches knew about before I allowed you down here?" She whispered harshly.
Stefan frowned at her. "No noise, bu-"
"No buts, shut up." She snapped. She be damned if she let them bring the bloodsuckers right to her with all of their whining. They stared at her.
She left a couple of strips of meat in the pan and stood up and moved to her cot. She settled down on the hard thing, it moaning underneath her weight and wrapped her thin brown blanket around her shoulders and ignored her unwanted guests.
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She didn't really sleep, she never really sleeps. She's up with daylight outside and ready for her visitors to leave.
The pan was empty of the meat she had left in there the night before, as she had been expecting. She pushed down the satisfying thought that Elena finally had to eat her leftovers. There was no time to be petty. Although she did wonder did the boys eat anything or sacrificed for Elena again.
Her eyes moved around the basement in search for her guests. Stefan and Elena were huddled together still next to the stairs, close together, sharing warmth. Someone was missing. Her gaze quickly moved around the rest of the room and quickly found him. Damon sat near the cluttered part of the basement, a dusty book in his hands, his blue eyes on her.
Slightly unnerved, Bonnie fought to gain her composure. "You can't even see that in the dark." She told him. The lantern was to low and to far away for him to be able to see.
He closed the book and leaned back against the broken, dusty cabinet behind him. His face was shadowed but his bright blue eyes glowed, a trick of light, the same one that he use to use when they were all children and had sleepovers in his father's wine cellar. The lantern light did something to his eyes, reflected oddly.
"I thought it was a know fact that I can see in the dark?" He said with a smug grin. "You're the one that deemed it so."
Bonnie scowled at him bringing up the shared childhood joke about his eyes. He had no right to.
"Pretty flashlights, you called them." He laughed deeply and hoarsely. He was probably in need of some water, but she didn't care.
"Shut up. When are you guys leaving?" She asked bluntly. "Better yet, how about now?"
"Wait," Damon said quickly, struggling to his feet. Bonnie looked away from his wide desperate eyes quickly. "Can you let them rest a little longer?" He asked softly. "Please, Bonnie. They've had a rough time."
Bonnie worked her jaw, annoyed. "What happened to that exclusive safe zone you guys left for?" She hadn't really meant to ask or insert the amount of bitterness she did into the statement.
Damon took a step towards her and she turned away from him, moving to her bag of protein bars and grabbed one. She tore off wrapper loudly.
"It wasn't what we thought," he said quietly, "about time we got there it had been overran by vampires. It was a Blood Camp."
Bonnie's eyebrows shot up in surprise and her eyes shot to Damon. He stared down at the ground, one of his hands wrapped around the back of his neck. "Its a good thing you didn't go." He said sincerely.
Bonnie's surprise morphed into anger. "Don't pretend to care now, Damon." She hissed, spiting mad. "Don't. Because when you left me it wasn't as if you knew you were walking into a damn Blood Camp and was saving me from a life of slavery. You left me for dead."
Damon's head flew back as if he had been hit, a look of pure denial on his face. "You still had your father. We knew you would be alright with him."
Bonnie laughed humorlessly. "Bullshit, tell me, Damon, do you see my father?" She spread her arms out wide, "do you see him?" Damon didn't not take his eyes off her as he stared her down, Bonnie didn't back down either.
"You're wrong, we didn't abandon you. I can't believe you would even think that."
"Damon, you left me. Your father gave you three tickets into paradise and you chose Elena because you've always been obsessed with her. Your brother's girlfriend and from the looks of things, that hasn't changed. Still being the flat third wheel, huh, Damon?"
Damon's blue eyes turned a glinting, silvery steel as he face twitched in anger. "What in the hell did you want me to do?"
"I wanted you to stay." She shouted.
"That's selfish, Bonnie" Damon told her lowly. "You wanted us to stay here in danger when we had a chance to find someplace safe?"
"Damn it, I wanted to be important enough to you for you to stay. I wanted you and Stefan and Elena to say, we can't go without Bonnie. We can't abandon her with her sick father to die." Bonnie turned away from, shaking with anger. "That fact of the matter is you guys left me. You were to blinded by wanting to get Elena to safety, you didn't give a damn about me."
"Damon," Stefan's panicked voice pulled both of their attentions.
Stefan still sat beside a seeming asleep Elena, but his hand was wide in horror and he was holding up a hand that even in the limited light of the basement they all could see was slick with blood.
Damon was across the room in seconds and bending beside his brother and Elena. "They're bleeding again," Stefan said in a rush as Damon pulled Elena up to lean against him while Stefan pressed down on her neck with his dirty sleeve.
Bonnie could only stare as the smell of blood filled the room. It took her awhile to remember that one of the day-walkers could smell it from miles away and come. She cursed sharply, stomping forward. She ignored how Damon slightly pulled Elena away from her.
"What's wrong?" She asked aggressively. "What happened?" They didn't answer her. "If you want my help you'll start talking now." She threatened.
"She was his favorite," Stefan finally said weakly. "He would tare into her, straight from the vein and then drain her, we had to get her out of there. The wound want stop bleeding."
Bonnie frowned in confusion. "What?"
"She told me he usually gives her his blood and that heals her." Damon mumbled, staring down at Elena helplessly. Blood was pooling around them now.
Bonnie chewed on her lip for a second before letting out a long breath. She moved to the box she had next to her cot and removed her bag full of medical supplies. She tossed it to Damon, it hitting the ground by his feet.
"I hope you know what to do with that. She needs stitches and there are some antibiotics in there too."
Damon shot her a grateful look. Bonnie merely spun around, turning her back to him.
"What am I doing?" She mumbled to herself under her breath.
Her father's last words to her filtered through her mind once again.
"Don't allow them to turn you into a monster if you do nothing else, do you hear me, Bonnie? No matter what."
