Attack
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He stared out of the window as she donned her underwear, knowing that another look at that lithe body would send him over the edge. He could wait for her for another minute, he supposed, and not be forced to ravage her. He didn't want to bite her, but he did. He didn't want to hurt this girl who would do as he told her to, but the predator inside him ached for it. C'mon Damon, have some back-bone. Humans are for eating, for using, for playing with. They were more than that, he insisted to the monster, this one is useful.
"We're going to talk about this." Bonnie told him gruffly, pulling from her wardrobe some baggy trousers. The skinny jeans she loved were more flattering on her, but that was why she wouldn't wear them. He had already seen too much of her without her emphasizing her curves. She knew she wasn't being silly by acting modest around him. It wasn't just that he was a man, or that he was sick -twisted-, but because he was dangerous.
"Talk about what? My stunning good-looks? Your fabulous body?" In a flash he had his arm around her shoulders and was grinning at her reflection in a mirror. He had no reflection, and in the world reflected back at him, he didn't exist.
"You can't just visit me in the shower, Damon. There has to be boundaries."
He still stared at her reflection in the mirror, and his words tumbled from his lips, "I'm sick of being told the things I can't do," he growled, turning away from her as anger boiled inside of him, "She will be mine, Bonnie, and you will make her see that."
"She's my friend..." she began, but a cold hand to the side of her face stopped her from saying anything more. She felt the tingling reaction on her skin as the slap resonated through her. She had never been hit before, and for a few moments she stood stunned. He had put some strength behind it and in her mouth she tasted blood.
"You will make her see that." he repeated.
He watched her carefully as she lifted a dusty volume from high up on a shelf, his hands holding her up so she wouldn't have to search for a ladder too. That would waste time, he reasoned as he held her up high via hands at her arm pits. She seemed almost to scan the spines of the books at vampire speed, her eyes twitching quickly. He hoped that she wasn't stalling while she thought of a spell to incapacitate him
"How much longer?" he asked in a child-like tone, "I'm getting bored." She could feel his fingers grip her tighter and she winced.
"I'm trying to help you Damon. Relax-"
He released her suddenly and she fell to the dusty floor clutching a leather-bound volume. She dropped it as she landed on her back, gasping for air and staring up at Damon as if she couldn't quite believe what he had just done. There was a shooting pain up and down her left side where she had taken the biggest blow. She wanted to scream, although she knew no one would hear her, but she felt pretty damn sure that he would probably kick her if she tried anything.
Damon plucked the book from her trembling fingers and saw the spell instantly. It had a picture of a maiden trapped between two men, and below the picture there was small caption briefly describing what the spell achieved. He read it quickly in his head before thrusting it back at the shaking Bonnie – he had to make sure that there was not anything that would harm him.
"You're coming with me." he told her.
Elena had been kissing Stefan on her bed when she felt it. What she felt was a shift, almost, something changing. It seemed that the kisses that had made her feel so joyous a couple of minutes ago now felt like needles pressing into her lips. She tried to pull away, but Stephen held her tightly and there was no way she could break his hold. It wasn't until she gave a muffled scream that he finally let her push him away. She licked her lips and tasted the tangy, metallic, sweetness of blood.
"Elena..." Stefan said in alarm as he stared in horror at the blood coating her lips. He touched his own lips and couldn't feel anything that could grazed her – not his teeth, which were fully retracted, "I'm sorry." but he didn't know what he was sorry for.
She covered her mouth with her hand as she ran to the bathroom, careful not to get any crimson droplets on her bedroom floor. She felt too stunned to wonder if Stefan would follow her, but when she stood in front of the mirror she saw she was alone in the shadowed room. The light above her flickered enough that she could see the blood seeping from the corner of her lips.
She couldn't understand it, but inside her a darkness was forming. She thought she wouldn't mind if her boyfriend bit her, wherever he wanted, but this disturbed her. She had had a different expectation of what it would be like, the first time. Because, she had wanted Stefan to bite her.
Stefan.
"Stefan," she called as she emerged from the bathroom, her hands holding an old towel to her mouth, "Everything's ok. It's just a bit of blood..." But Stefan was gone, the thin curtains over the window were rustling in the cold night breeze, and she felt her heart plummet from her throat to her feet. It is good that he left, a voice told her softly, you don't want him tonight.