The Burn on My heart
No Humanity!Stefan/Vampire!Bonnie(Feat. Damon)
Taken from Stefan's POV
I sat in a little diner with my feet on the table and just watched her. Her golden brown skin glistening under the fluorescent light, she devoured the cook for making her burger medium raw. A part of me wanted to stop her but because I had to walk in on Damon and Elena in my bed, after my birthday and just after Bonnie was turned by my own hand; that is a funny story that I'll tell you later but this one has my attention. You know something, Bonnie had a nice round ass. I never noticed it before. I'm lying, it was that time at the school's car wash. Now I'd be lying if I said Elena was the only thing on my brain that day! Bonus, she always smells like strawberries and I'm always in the mood for fruit.
But of course before I could get up, they called.
"Stefan, you bring my wife home right now!" Damon demanded but Bonnie was too busy getting her blood fix.
"Sorry brother but Mrs. Salvatore is busy right now. Her feeding techniques seem familiar, don't they? I mean after they're dead but also different. I found it, interesting."
"What's the hell are you talking about, Stefan?"
"Damon? Damon, she's a ripper!" Elena exclaimed when she noticed the similarities and as I imaged, Damon growled in the phone but settled down when he heard the voice of Bonnie Salvatore.
"I take it they've found them?"
"Oh yeah. Damon sounds pretty pissed off." I laughed.
"Boohoo. I've been gone for three years and he's ready for me to come home now? Follow my trail to Atlantic City, baby because that's where we're headed. I hear that's where the blood flows the richest."
I've never been more turned on in my life, "Bye Damon." I quickly said, then hung up the phone. I walked outside after taking the money from the register, of course I didn't forget the safe in the back, and setting the diner a blaze, I stopped in my tracks to notice the brunette under the street light. Again her skin glowing, she laid back on the hood of the car.
"Stefan, I want to go to a hotel and rest. We've terrorized New Jersey enough for one night."
So I took her to The Chelsea in Atlantic City. We checked into the honeymoon suite as Mr. and Mrs. Derrickson, Bonnie came up with the name. She laid in the heart shaped, enormous bed in her bra and panties. The temptress. The angel lying in the bed we are meant to share was empty like me. If we had sex, like I so want to, it wouldn't mean anything and I want it to hurt Damon and Elena, like they hurt us.
"Stefan," she called to me as I pulled off my jacket. "We should have sex. Non stop. Until they walk in on us." She stood up from the bed and shoved me into her spot.
Her screams, her nails in my back. Her begging me not to stop. I pulled her hair back and watched as her nice, round cheeks bounced off my pelvis. Elena couldn't never make me this hard. I slammed her back against the wall, drilling my dick up in her wetness. I actually broke a sweat with her. Oh! And don't get me started on how she tastes. UGH! I was in heaven, thinking about how that moron brother of mine just let this woman go for three years and not come looking for her once.
My dick has never been sucked the way Bonnie sucks it. From the shower, the laundry room. The kitchen. I lied when I said this wouldn't been anything. This meant everything! Even better, it's was on camera with our commentary and everything.
We had a few days before other two showed up to ruin our fun, so we feed on each other. Blood sharing, it's a more amplified version of sex for the walking dead, like myself and my progeny. Speaking of which, watching her devour the blonde that sassed her is a huge turn on. I mean, she waited until she got off work, stalked her then she attacked. You can't see me but I'm crying tears of joy. My little progeny, I'm so proud!
But I'm sure you guys want to know about Bonnie's turn, why I turned my humanity off. Well lets go back three years and it all will be explained to you.
Three years ago
I was Damon's best man on the happiest day of his life, dressed in all black. His hair was flowing like the wind. Hippie. But my wife, Elena she was just in a light blue. It complimented her soft skin tone. I begin to notice the two of them. Elena and Damon, how she was looking at him. Three years over marriage and the bitch stopped looking at me like that. For a while I'd been watching the two of them. The strange closeness. They say 'wedding preparations' but that's why Caroline exists. Bonnie wanted everything to go through her. But nooo you just ignore your wife's wishes but fuss at me because I don't want to always choke Elena during sex, she's still human. But that day, Damon just looked at Bonnie. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and honestly, neither could I. The way that white dress fell over her body, leaving much to the imagination; I had a drunken Vegas wedding with Elena...she was missing her underwear. The only thing that was off was the death stare Bonnie was shooting my wife. Did she know something or notice that Elena was making googly eyes at my brother in public? If looks could kill, I'd be a widower and Damon would be left without a side bitch. Bonnie got to the top without a smile on her face but proceeded to marry my brother.
For a whole after the newly wedded couple left for their world tour honeymoon, Elena and myself constantly argued. I found a sex tape of her and Damon while I was cleaning our bedroom, I called her every slut, whore, bitch, cheating skank I could and I didn't feel bad about it, not one bit. I told her to pack her things and get the fuck out and if any of her crap was left over, I was setting it on fire. She begged me to forgive her but I couldn't. I hadn't noticed it before but I was becoming heartless will with her. My brain would make up scenarios and after seeing that sex tape, I'm wondering if that was my gut trying to prepare me for the worse. But of course, it gets even more worse than that when I walked into Damon's bedroom. There was a DVD laying on his bed, the date stamp was their wedding day. Maybe it was something good. I prayed for it to be good. But nope, it was everything but what I hoped for.
It was Damon fucking my wife in the backseat of the limo. Bonnie hadn't arrived yet. I send it to Bonnie with a devilish smile on my face. I could only imagine the argument ensuing at that very moment. Damon denying it meant anything to him, Bonnie throwing him all over the room and packing her things. UH! I would give anything to be there with them and see the whole thing in person, with a bucket of popcorn in my lap.
I found myself laughing loudly as the thoughts and scenarios played throughout my head. Would he come home with internal bruising? At that moment I decided to drive the knife deep into this hellishly large cake of lies and deception. I "forgave" Elena and let her move back in after about two weeks. I had already turned off my humanity. That would just get in my way and I promised my new and improved self that I wasn't going back to that pushover. That person who would forgive his slut wife because she sucked my dick somewhat good.
The unhappily married couple returned from their honeymoon December 25,2011. Damon was covered in bruises, burn marks. He had at least a dozen wooden stakes driving into his stomach while carrying all the bags. That brutal sexy witch! Oh on his back was carved "cheating manslut" all over his back. That poor, poor man. Elena didn't even dare to come near them, she caught the same death glare she did at the wedding.
That night, Bonnie finally let Damon heal and went to the kitchen for vodka and tequila, I saw her crying, wishing she'd never met Elena or Damon. Oh how I wish I could ease this pain of hers. Oh wait! I can!
I feed her my blood and snapped her neck, because it's Bonnie I laid her in my bed until she woke up. I went to leave but couldn't. Not like I was stuck but like I had to be next her when she woke up. I had to see those pretty emeralds looking to into my eyes. I had to stay.
Present
That's just a small taste of how we ended up here. I'll give another later on in the story, trust me you're going to want to sick around for the rest. Our third day in Atlantic City was cut short when Elena and Damon called, I was fang deep in Bonnie's femoral artery. The girl is kinky like that! I could smell her arousal and sense her annoyance when she saw who was calling but he answered anyway.
"Mmm, Stefan right there daddy!" She moaned into the phone, oh I love this woman. Jab the knife even deeper, that's it.
"BONNIE!" Damon shouted.
"You're bothering me and daddy, what is it?" She demanded, hell I continued to eat. This time it wasn't her artery that I was sucking on. Her heart picked up speed, her hands ran my hair and she crushed the phone in her hand to pieces. I had to take care of my princess better than that idiot took care of her. Then my phone rung but being the jackass that I am I didn't answer it, for another two to three hours Bonnie Salvatore had my attention.
Three hours later, we were dressed and setting up a movie for them, the bodies we feed from scattered around with very little life left in them. We had twenty minutes before they officially closed in on us, just enough time to pack up the car and leave them behind.
Atlantic City holds a lot of sentiment to Bonnie and Damon. It's were they actually fell in love at least it was real for Bonnie; I'm convinced Damon lied his way into her heart. The room we stayed in is were they first had sex. It had to be horrible feeling tarnishing that sweet memory. Or maybe it was already tarnished and Bonnie just burned it altogether. The diner were were at, he took her there on their first date. Then that's when I realized—
SNAP!
Taken from Bonnie's POV
Stefan went limp, he would be out for a while. I injected him with an herb that would leave him asleep until the next morning. I didn't want to do this but Damon broke my heart, I can't let him get away with that. Elena either. I'm grateful Stefan turned me, I've always felt a connection to him. He was always someone I could count on...most of the time.
I drove to the pier where Damon proposed to me. I figured it was the best place to end our marriage officially. my love for Damon is long gone. He'll linger, I'll cry. I'll even hear his voice at times, begging me—telling me that he loves me but it'll just be the part of me that loves him, craves him, desires him. It won't be real. Not when he loves Elena. I stopped at the pier and took our the spell needed to detach myself from Damon.
The only witch I trust to do the spell, my cousin Lucy. She's been tracking me and Stefan, everything we've done. She's non judgmental, something I need right now. At every victims home, there was a spell that Damon saw. He just had to see it. He thinks I'm ripper but really he's being separated from me. The last of the spell requires us to be at the place where it all began; the falling in love part and the tattoo I have on my chest of his name.
Leaving my peacefully sleeping maker, the man that stayed with me while I transitioned. His humanity was off and but he couldn't be heartless toward me. I've never actually experienced that, Elena tried to kill me, Caroline tried to kill me, Damon tried to kill me, Tyler; they've all tried to kill me. But Stefan...with it off shows compassion only toward me. I kissed his temple and smiled as walked toward my cousin.
"Lets do this before he comes, I don't want to look that lying, cheating, son of bitch again." She demanded. I understood her anger. We were the last two witches of our line. Lucy's unable to have children so everyone's looking to me to breath life into back in the Bennett witch line. She made a potion that I have to drink everyday in order to have children. Twin boys hopefully, with Stefan's eyes and smile. My hair. I laughed. She made another potion, it would kill any chance Elena had of having a child. She handed me the purple liquid and explained the instructions to me. Slip it into her drink and let the potion do the rest of the work. I was so dead inside and filled with anger, I was bitter enough to do it. But the decency in me prevented it; at least for now.
I slipped the vial into my pocket and took out a switchblade, I cut my skin from my body. Damon's name was removed from my body. My cousin chanted a spell quietly and set my skin on fire. Everything I felt toward Damon burned with the skin. She chanted louder, just as Damon and Elena pulled up. He fell to the ground screaming in pain, just as my wound healed. Underneath the skin was a new name. The owner woke up and looked ahead at me, then down at his own chest.
I stepped over Damon and walked over to Stefan's car and got into the driver's seat. I kissed him passionately, my finger feverishly running through his 'hero hair'. The memory of me and Damon was dead. My humanity was never off, I just didn't care. I've killed people, it'll haunt me forever but I'm spending forever with someone I care about.
Six years later
Houston, Texas
The Salvatore Compound
Salvatore Family
Stefan Salvatore
Bonnie Salvatore
Nicolas Jacobi Salvatore
Aiden Eric Salvatore
Landon Aaron Salvatore(Older Twin)
London Erika Salvatore(Younger Twin)
Jewel Jemini Salvatore (Unborn)
July Jessica Salvatore(Unborn)
Stefan's POV
My humanity was back on and I was helping Bonnie cope with her victims. They haunted her in her sleep. She wouldn't sleep for three weeks straight at one time. I blamed myself, if I hadn't turned her, she wouldn't be carrying this burden. A few times she tried to kill herself but the selfishness in me wouldn't let her. She wrote letters to their families, if they didn't have families, she made them apart of her family. Then they became apart of my family as of 2015, June 4th. Bonnie became my wife, a small wedding with Caroline as her Maid of Honor and Alaric as my Best Man. For years we kept it secret then while Bonnie was pregnant with Aiden; a spitting image of myself when I was a child, Damon and Elena showered up with gifts for us and Nicolas, another mini me with Bonnie's sass.
She wouldn't let them touch her stomach, hug her, kiss her. She gave them a harsh death stare until they left. She even threw away her the gifts. She just didn't trust them and I didn't blame her. After Aiden, Landon and London; fraternal twins. I dragged her to Mystic Falls just visit my brother and his girlfriend...I actually had to drag her out of the mansion...kicking and screaming. It was fun until kicked me in the boys, I forgot she was a cheerleader.
The whole car ride there she wouldn't speak to me, until we stopped at Virginia beach and I got her pregnant with our unborn twin girls Jewel and July. That's where we are now, staying with my brother and his girlfriend. It's only for a few days unless it snows and we're stuck her.
"Breaking news, Mystic Falls has been hit by a huge winter storm. Everyone is advised to stay where they are. If anyone is caught on the streets you will be arrested for your own safety."
And then Bonnie screamed. She screamed until she turned a light tint of blue and fainted. She didn't wake up until the next morning and the snow still fell.
"Is mommy okay, daddy?" Aiden asked.
"Oh she's fine, she's just thinking of ways to kill me quietly." I answered.
"Oh...it was nice knowing you." The small child replied and walked away. My son is his mother.
Bonnie and the twins hadn't eaten or feed in days, I had to fix that so I ran to the basement to grab a few packets, where I found a few letters addressed to Bonnie from Damon. He confessed his love for her and wished to meet with her to work on things. The only letter Damon received one letter from my angel and it said, she wanted nothing to do with him and that she was in love with me. Only loved me. She wouldn't be another Petrova doppelganger and play us against each other because she loved the attention. She only wanted me. She rejected Damon because she loved me. I stuffed the letter into my pocket and walked upstairs to the kitchen to fix my family food and blood.
"Daddy! Landon broke Ms. Cuddles!" London cried.
"I'll sew her back together, sweetheart. Here, it's time to feed." I answered and handed her a sippy cup of blood and grape juice. London's a bit of a diva, she won't drink her blood without grape juice. Landon too. After cooking and feeding the kids, I took Bonnie her food. She was laying in bed caressing her fast-growing belly. Twin girls on the way, Jewel and July. I picked out the names of the children. Bonnie loved each of them. Our children are special, vampires and witches. They have to drink fresh human blood at least once a week or they will turn manic. When Nicolas was first born, we didn't know that. We just treated him as a normal baby; a huge mistake. When he went a week without blood he screamed so loudly that everything in the house broke. In the womb, we learned that he wasn't just eating what Bonnie ate, he was feeding off of her blood. She drunk more human blood while pregnant with Nick and Aiden than she ever did. While pregnant with Landon and London, she wanted animals blood; namely deer and a little of blood mixed with it at night; it helped her sleep.
She sat up when she heard me coming into the bedroom, with this pregnancy she's drinking my blood—so I can't drink alcohol or anything with alcohol in it. When she saw the blood, she drunk it down like it was her last. That usually meant she's going to into labor but she still had a few more months to go before it was showtime.
We laid in bed, the children running around the house as they were home in Houston. There was a knock on the door, Damon and Elena stood in the door frame. Bonnie rolled her eyes and looked outside, the dire urge to go home and be comfortable was real for my wife.
"Bonnie, I know we're going through a rough patch but-"
"Oh my GOD, Elena do you ever shut up?" Bonnie demanded, I turned around to laugh. "Like seriously, shut up. Better yet, go bury yourself in the backyard until we're gone. I'm sick of being here! I hate being here! I hate every last one of you! TAKE ME HOME!" She yelled, screamed.
This has happened before. Bonnie would get annoyed at the smallest things; a fly landing on the window, a cup in the sink, but never to this extend. She's never gotten this crazy. Dashing to her side, I wrapped my arms around her, rubbed her belly. She went limp in my arms, her eyes closed as she drifted into her dream world.
"What was that about?" Damon asked.
"When Bonnie was pregnant with Nick, he feed off of her blood. He saw her memories, the good, the bad and the ugly. He came out after seven months and destroyed the picture of I have of us, Elena. He set it on fire and didn't even know what he was doing. The girls are feeding of my her blood and my blood."
"Stefan, I'm the only one who can't have children. English."
"Only because you weren't listening. It's simple, the twins hate the two of you. It's how Landon and London are. They have big hearts, they just hate you." I reexplained. Animal's blood mixed with Bonnie's blood, they could see and hear everything. Landon had Bonnie's death stare down pact, until he gave Damon an aneurysm.
"Landon! Stop!" I yelled, breaking the boy's concentration. Damon however, was still on the floor thriving in pain. There was a part of me that wanted to laugh but a passed out Bonnie Salvatore beat me to the punch, causing me to laugh at her.
"Stefan, you're little freak just-"
Before could finish the sentence, I slammed her into the mirror and chocked damn near to death. The only reason I stopped were my children watching me. I had to be role model for them but I had to protect them as well. The best way I knew I to protect them and be a damn good role model was to leave, take them and Bonnie home before this storm got any worse and we're stuck here for another week.
"Kids pack your toys up. We're going home."
"YAY!" They yelled happily running to clean up their toys and break things; I knew my children. I looked over to my sleeping wife, what would she say? Killer the killers! She watches the Golden Girls, don't ask me.
"Stefan, I"m sorry. I can't breathe." the bitch strained so I threw her into the next room and packed. It took a while but we got everything then we left.
The drive was brutal in the snow storm but we made it through safely.
Six months later
Bonnie's POV
Six months later, my boobs are popping out of my chest and Stefan won't quit staring at them...that's probably why we have so many children running around the house now. Well Jewel and July aren't running but they crawl fast. I got my figure back with a few extra attributes. Six months of quiet and a letter from Damon comes; saying he and Elena broke up and got back together and are now engaged to get married. I don't particularly care but you know whatever. Damon's been trying to something things over between us for years, I just can't do it. I hate him too much and I hate Elena, that bitch called my child a little freak! But I had something for her. Klaus and Elijah would be going to their wedding on Stefan and mine's invitation. Klaus wants hybrids, Elena's human. Damon will die if he interferes.
Welcome to your hell Elena.
Bonus: Elena screams when she finds herself strapped to a table
her blood being drawn from her body and Damon doing
the draining. She saw Bonnie standing in the corner and began
crying but it wasn't Bonnie, it was the most powerful being
in the world. Niklaus Mikaelson. Wearing
a smirk on his face. "Try not to squirm, love.
You'll only making worse."
He laughed. She screamed.
The End