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Chapter Three
Stefan Salvatore spent the night uncomfortably in an arm chair trying to untangle his thoughts and feelings about the girl in his bed.
He was intrigued to learn that Bonnie was actually a descendant of Emily Bennett. He told himself that was why he felt drawn to the girl who did her best to avoid him. When he found her last night, injured, his main focus was on helping her.
He was very attracted to her, though he knew this was not the time to express that. There was also rage toward whoever did this. And he had a strong suspicion about who was responsible.
Bonnie obviously thought her stealthy movements were going to keep him from waking so that she could make a quick getaway. Stefan kept his eyes closed and allowed her to change into her own clothes before speaking.
"Good morning."
Bonnie turned and gave him a small smile. "I was trying to let you sleep." She seemed less confident now than just a day ago.
Stefan climbed out of his chair. "I'm going to assume that you didn't want to wake me because you aren't ready to talk about what happened." He took a step into her personal space and when she retreated a step, he followed.
"I spent most of last night trying to figure out what to say to you. How to get you to talk to me. I'm going to do the talking. I've known a lot of violent men, Bonnie." He gave his own small smile. "Myself included. He won't stop. I don't want to see these ribs busted again." He caressed her sides. She shivered but Stefan kept his hands on her. "I don't want to see this face bruised and bloodied again."
She simply stared at his shoes so he took her hands in his.
"I also know a little about sexual assault and what it does to a person," he continued quietly.
Her panic was instant. She shook her head and tried to pull away, but Stefan tightened his grip, very careful not to hurt her.
"It's ok, it's ok. I'm not asking you to tell me anything. If this is what's happened to you, you don't want to deal with this alone. Especially when you don't have to."
Stefan watched the emotion wash over her. Bonnie's face crumpled and then his arms were around her. He felt her body silently shaking against his.
He didn't let go until she pulled away.
"I've gotta go, Stefan. I can't be here."
Stefan's heavy brows drew together. His face mirrored her sadness. "Why is that? Because of Damon?"
She frowned at him, but didn't comment.
Stefan strode to his dresser to retrieve her purse. "I found this in his room last night."
Bonnie was obviously confused but she covered it well. She wiped her eyes and took a moment to pull herself together. "Thank you Stefan. For last night."
He gave her a silent nod.
She headed for the door.
"Let me take you home-"
"No, it's ok. Thanks again."
She was out the door and moving rapidly down the stairs.
Stefan closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. "Ok. Plan B."
As soon as Bonnie locked her front door behind her, she stripped down to her underwear and left her clothes, bag, keys, everything, on the floor in the foyer.
She was feeling a lot calmer now that she was home. Numb, even. It was comforting.
She went straight for the bathroom and set the shower as hot as she could take it.
"Spending your nights with two different brothers? How un-judgey of you."
Bonnie didn't even around. She wasn't surprised that he was here.
"I can't do this right now, Damon."
His vampire speed placed him right behind her at the door of the shower.
"What is going on?"
He turned her to face him. His normally hard, chiseled face was softer than she had ever seen it.
The frustrated brunette ran her fingers through her hair. "What is going on is that I want to be left alone. I don't want to talk."
His blue eyes focused on her body. "Why are you shaking?"
"Because I'm afraid of you."
"No, you're not."
Her tremors increased until she had to clamp her jaws together to keep her teeth from chattering. Bonnie's legs began to buckle.
Damon silently lifted her into the steamy shower and lowered them both to the tile floor of the stall. He removed his shirt before pulling her to his chest.
"I don't have a lot of experience in the Sensitive Listener role, but I am experienced in getting what I want. And I want you to talk to me."
"I can't."
Damon reached behind him for a bottle of body wash. He massaged the creamy soap into her neck and shoulders with his fingertips.
"You're having an anxiety attack," he said softly into her ear. He slipped her black bra straps down her arms. "This keeps happening because your body is trying to tell you that something's wrong. Whatever it is, you can't keep this inside. It will eat you alive."
"You were listening to us? What did you hear?, " Bonnie asked.
"Enough."
ONE WEEK AGO
The phone call that changed everything went like this.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Who is this?"
"We need your help-"
"Damon?"
"Before you hang up, Elena's missing, Bonnie."
"Where are you?"
Bonnie refused to admit to herself that she was afraid.
This was the first time she'd seen Damon since the night she was possessed by Emily. The night he attacked her. She would never forget it. But this wasn't about her. She would brave anything for Elena.
Her best friend was one of the few people in Bonnie's life. The truth was, there was a hole in Bonnie. She often felt very alone in the world. While she knew her friend cared for her, she was often too wrapped up in her life to know how Bonnie was really feeling. No one was there for her. Not really.
Bonnie was so not in the mood for this. She didn't have time for his games. This man tried to kill her.
When Damon called and said Elena needed help immediately she didn't doubt it. Bonnie often helped others to take her mind off of the emptiness inside her.
"So where is everyone?"
He slowly closed the door to the study and there was the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking.
"I'm a big believer in bluntness. Your blood… I've never had anything like it."
She placed a hand on the desk. The fear was making her dizzy.
" You made it all up about Elena. There's no one else here, is there?"
"The night I ripped your throat out, you may remember it, I got just a taste of your blood. Would you believe it was like heroin? I had to sit down the rush was so strong."
Bonnie could hear his breathing accelerate. His lust made his blue eyes brighter.
"So I've been thinking about it, I haven't thought of much else for days, and then it hit me. I've never tasted a witch before. Probably because the witches I've known would have set me on fire before I got a drop of their blood. But you..."
He approached her slowly. "You're not so good at protecting yourself. If the other night is any indication."
She took a few steps backward.
"Bon-nie. Just listen. You have what I need. When I tore into you it was the best thing I ever tasted. And I won't pretend I haven't imagined tasting all of you."
His words, combined with her fear, sent liquid heat to her center.
Bonnie's back hit the door. There was nowhere left to go.
"It's ok little witch," He murmured. He brought her wrist to his fangs very slowly, as if watching her face for permission. She briefly closed her green eyes and when they opened there was confidence there that went straight to his dick.
They both moaned when he pierced her skin. He placed his other hand on her full breast. She gasped and her heart rate went through the roof. Then his hand was under her white sweater and he squeezed her through her bra.
For the first time in so long the numbness and emptiness were gone.
Before she knew it his heavy body was pressing her into the couch. Bonnie stilled when his hand reached between her legs and stroked the magic button.
"Look at me, Bonnie." He leaned over her, fangs still descended, her blood still dripped from his mouth. "Is this what you want?"
She nodded.
He quickly un did his dark jeans and pushed her skirt up. Damon pulled her panties to the side and pushed inside of her. She gasped loudly. He gave her a moment to adjust before lightly thrusting.
"Do you trust me?," Damon panted. "Can you trust me?"
Bonnie couldn't speak. She didn't even try.
Damon reached into the back of his waistband and produced a silver knife.
He laughed when she tried to squirm her way from underneath him.
"Don't be afraid." He pinned her wrists with one hand.
She swallowed the fear enough to speak but couldn't still her hips. "What's that?"
"You've got a lot to learn, don't you? This blade is very old and I've been waiting a very long time to use it."
"Damon, please…"
His kiss surprised her. "Hold still, baby."
He lifted her sweater and made one long shallow cut over her abdomen from hip to hip. The pain goes right to her clit. He licked the blood from her flat stomach before tilting her hips upward and pounding into her.
Bonnie wrapped smooth brown legs around his pale back.
Damon kept her hands above her head.
When he tossed the knife to the floor her terror receded just enough for her to orgasm. Damon immediately followed.