LJ Prompt: What if Damon had noticed Bonnie's nose bleed after she performed the locator spell?

AN: So I can't remember exactly how this scene went, dialogue etc so…I've just gone with it.


Strenuous

"You can't do this alone," Jeremy said to Stefan.

Damon's head popped through the door. "He's not. You ready to go?" he asked his brother.

"Yeah," Stefan replied. "Go home Jeremy," Stefan reiterated. "You too, Bonnie, thank you for your help."

Bonnie made a sound of acknowledgement and Stefan and Jeremy left the room. Stefan turned back to Damon questioningly when he didn't move from the door way, his eyes trained on the witch.

"I'll meet you in the car," Damon said quietly.

Stefan nodded and left, not needing to deliver a warning to his brother about Bonnie, knowing it wouldn't do any good anyway.

Damon stood quietly in the doorway as the witch packed up her things. He could smell her blood, at least he thought it was her blood. It smelt like her blood, it had the same powerful and fruity scent yet it was tinged with something else, something dark.

"Are you alright?"

The sound of his voice made her jump and she spun around. "What are you still doing here? I thought you were going with Stefan." She was immediately on the defensive, more so than usual.

"I am. You're bleeding," he stated, moving towards her slowly.

Her hand went up to her nose, expecting to feel the wetness of blood, she pulled her hand away and saw no tinge of red. "No I'm not."

"I can smell it."

"That was Jermey's," she said quickly.

He just sighed, not bothering to mention that he obviously knew the difference. "What's going on?" he asked her suspiciously.

"Nothing," she said, picking up her things and brushing past him.

His hand reached out to grab her hand and pulled her back. "It's not nothing."

"I don't want to talk about it then," she said defiantly.

"I don't care," he replied shortly. "If something's wrong, I need to know, what happens to you effects all of us."

"Why because you need a witch?"

"That and because it'll effect us emotionally."

Bonnie scoffed. "Emotions? You're seriously talking to me about emotions? You don't even have any," she spat.

"I loved an evil bitch for 150 years, I know emotions, Little Witch."

"Let go of me, Damon."

"Or what?" he asked her with a sneer, leaning in closer to her and tightening his grip. "Your magic's taking it's toll. You can't afford to waste your power giving me an aneurysm."

Her mouth fell open in shock but she shut it quickly. "I'm fine," she said.

"Stop lying!" he demanded.

"No," she replied defiantly.

"Let me help you."

"Help me? You?"

He glared at her and she glared back at him, the silence in the class room broken by Damon's phone ringing. He let go of her and stepped away to answer it. "What?" he snapped into the phone.

"Damon where are you? We need to go," Stefan said.

"Alright, I'm coming." He hung up and slid his phone back in his pocket, heading for the door. He turned back to pin Bonnie with a stare. "When I get back, we're going to talk." He disappeared before she could refuse and she had a feeling she'd have to talk to him even if she didn't want to. She half-heartedly hoped someone staked him on this rescue mission before she left the classroom and headed to her car.